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THE SALSBURY-BALLAD
The First Part .
I
O Salsbury People, give ear to my Song,And attention unto my new Ditty:
For it is in the praise of your River Avon,
Of your Bishop, your Church and your City.
II
And you Maior and Aldermen all on a row,Who govern that watered Mead,
First listen a while, upon your tipto,
Then carry this home and read.
III
Therein you may find many an excellentAn old word frequent in Spenser, and (if we may join the best English Poet with the worst Rimers in the world) in Sternhold and Hopkins, Thy law and eke thy lore, &c. I should cite the places, but that such Quotations would look strangely on the margin of a Ballad. It signifies Lesson or Doctrin. Vid. Skinner's Lexicon.
That unto your Wives you may teach;
Though perhaps once and more our Poet may soar
Clear out of your Worships reach.
IV
O Clarendon Park, and O Clerbury Hill,Join with your old Friend the River,
To inspire my Muse, and assist my Quill,
In the great things I have to deliver.
V
School-Mistresses fine, to the number of Nine,Ile call on no Muses but you;
Nor no other help to enter my Whelp,
Unless it be bouncing
A diminutive from Prudence, and seems to be put here for any Woman at large only to complete the Ryme, it being a name suitable enough; for most Women are wise, if not cunning. I confess some who pretend to have been intimately acquainted with the Poet in his life-time, are very positive, that this name did not only point out a particular Woman, but even the Poets Mistress; but I cannot agree to this, for had it been so, he would have given her a more honourable Epithet.
VI
Encourage you Ten, the most timorous PenThat e'r such a task did begin:
When you find any wit, then in my mouth spit,
And chuck me under the chin.
VII
I will not forget those Stones that are setIn a round, upon Salsbury Plains;
Though who brought 'em there, 'tis hard to declare,
The Romans, Merlin or Danes.
VIII
Nor those pretty Sheep, whom greater Beasts keep,Nor you Bustards that stalk thereby:
You Bustards that chuse to do like my Muse,
Who walks because she can't fly.
IX
Nor you that know all the diseases of Eyes,And for all a sure remedy find;
Who alone give light, after twenty years night,
To those who are born stone-blind.
X
Nor you the good Bishop that came from the West,And spared neither pains nor cost,
To build up the House, pull'd down by Prick-louse,
And fit it for such an Host.
XI
'Twas you that let inThis I suppose is one of those places our Poet threatens the Aldermen with in the third Stanza; but I will not let him be obscure: He means the Deanry of St. Burien near the Lands-end in Cornwal, procured to be annext to the Bishoprick of Exeter, (by this Bishop before his Translation) upon the Death of Doctor Wykes, which happened in the time of Dr. Sparrow the present Bishop, who now enjoys it.
To increase the small River Ex:
'Twas you brought again the
The Ensigns of the Chancellorship of the Garter, a Medal and a Gold-Chain. We are said to lose what we have been possessors of. The first Chancellor of the Garter was Bishop Beauchamp, A. D. 1450. and that honour was enjoyed by his Successors the Bishops of Salsbury, till the time of Cardinal Campegio, who having incurr'd the displeasure of K. Hen. VIII. for differing from him about the Match, retired to Rome and there died, A. D. 1539. and lies buried in Santa Maria Trastevere, that Office having continued in the Bishops of Salsbury 89 years.
And did it to Sarum annex.
XII
You first made the Salsbury men understandTheir River might eas'ly be taught
To bear Ships up and down, and enrich the Town,
And you were the first at it wrought.
XIII
'Twas you that kept up the Citizens hearts,Or the Giants had over-born 'em;
For them you did ride, for them you replied,
'Twas you brought their Vessels to Harnham.
XIV
But when will this paltry Poet begin,And shew us a touch of his Art?
With a cup of old Sack, he'l wind up his Jack,
And twang it i'th' Second Part.
The Second Part to the same Tune.
I
Old Sarum was built on a dry barren Hill,A great many years ago.
'Twas a Roman Town of strength and renown,
As its stately Ruins show.
II
Therein was a Castle for men of Arms,And a Cloister for men of the Gown;
There were Friers and Monks, and Liers and Punks,
Though not any whose names are come down.
III
The Soldiers and Church-men did not long agree,For the surly men with the Hilt on
Made sport at the gate, with the Priests that came late
From shriving the Nuns of Wilton.
IV
This Whereupon is a very comprehensive word, and yet seems more than it is; one would think the Poet here makes a leap from the Foundation of Old Sarum by the Romans to Bishop Poor's time; but 'tis only from Herman the first Bishop of Salsbury, Anno 1083. to Richard Poor the seventh, 1217. This Whereupon therefore is as much as to say, After 134 years suffering the affronts of the Garrison, their patience was worn out, flesh and bloud could endure no longer; but Bishop Poor being a stout man went to the King.
And told him his piteous tale,
That rather than abide such a thorn in his side,
He'd build a new Church in the Vale.
V
Ile build a new Church in the Vale, said he,If your Highness will give me scope.
Who I? said the King, Ile not do such a thing,
Without our old Father the Pope.
VI
Then Ile go to thatThis is a very hard place, why Bishop Poor being a Papist should call the Pope Whore? Some think the Bishop spoke it prophetically, knowing that in the succeeding times of Calvin and the Presbyterians, he should be proved to be the Whore. Others more acutely think this might be Pope Joane: But this ingenious solution is against Chronology: For Pope Joane (if ever there was such a one) was in the year 853. 374 years before Bishop Poor. The best reason in my opinion is taken out of the Context, the last verse of this Stanza, Where every thing is to be sold. Rome is a Whore, because it does kindnesses for Money only, not for love, which is the very definition of a Whore.
With a Purse full of good old Gold;
For why should I beg and make a low leg,
Where ev'ry thing is to be sold?
VII
He went, he prevail'd, he return'd in a trice,With ample Autority seiz'd,
To remove Sarum's Stones, and
This S. Osmund was the second Bishop of Old Sarum; he was also Earl of Dorset and Lord Chancellor of England, he died 1099. and was removed with great Pomp to New Sarum, where he lies buried in the middle of our Lady Chappel under a black Marble-stone bearing only this Inscription: ANNO MXCIX. He was Sainted by Pope Calixtus III. Anno 1456. The Process and charge thereof may be seen in Salsbury Muniments.
And to build a new Church where he pleas'd.
VIII
To the Abbess of Wilton he shewed his Bull,And how much he was in the Popes grace;
Though they two consulted their bellies full,
Yet they could not agree of a place.
IX
One time as this Prelate lay on his Down-Bed,Recruiting his Spirits with rest,
There appear'd, as 'tis said, a beautiful Maid,
With her own dear Babe at her brest.
X
To him thus she spoke, (the day was scarce broke,And his eyes yet to slumber did yield)
Go build me a Church without any delay,
Go build it in Merry-field.
XI
He awakes and he rings, up ran Monks and FriersAt the sound of his little Bell.
I must know, said he, where Merry-field is,
But the Devil a bit could they tell.
XII
Full early he arose on a Morning gray,To meditate and to walk;
And by chance over-heard a Soldier on the Guard
As he thus to his fellow did talk.
XIII
I will lay on the side of my good Yewen Bow,That I shoot clean over the Corn,
As far as that Cow in Merry-field,
Which graves under the thorn.
XIV
Then the Bishop cried out, Where is Merry-field?For his mind was still on his Vow.
The Soldier reply'd, By the River-side,
Where you see that brindle Cow.
XV
Upon this he declared his pious intent,And about the
Indulgences are a sort of Roman Coin the Popes use to give to pious uses, as building of Churches, maintaining Rebellion against Protestant Princes, &c. To which sometimes they add dead Bodies, Promises and Hopes; so one of their own Poets:
I Bolognose richiedean danari
Al Papa, ed egli respondeva coppe,
E mandava Indulgenze per gli Altari.
And in another place:
Da l' imperio Aleman per suo interesse.
Part' eran Guelfe, e son la Chiesa unite,
Che le pascea di speme, e di promesse.
Which last Verses may be thus translated in our Authors stile and measure:
Those that the Popes Cause was good.
They that were for the Popes were fed with thin hopes,
And Pardons and piece of Wood.
Thus the Pope having promised twenty five thousand Crowns a Month towards carrying on the Rebellion in Ireland, paid them in this coin, and sent by the Irish Ambassadors, (the Bishop of Fern and Sir Nicolas Plunket) Anno 1647. from Rome two dead Bodies, which for ought any one knew, might have been Heathens, instead of ready money.
And brought in bad people to build a good Steeple,
And thus the Cathedral began.
XVI
The Principal Stones in aIn an hour found out according to the rules of Astrology by the William Lillies of those times, this they took more care, because the Church built before by Bishop Osmund was founded in an ill hour; in an ill hour, I say, for the Steeple was burnt down by Lightning the day after 'twas finished. Vide Godw.
For the Pope, King and some of the Peers,
Were laid by Pandulfo's Legantine Power,
And 'twas finish'd in thirty years.
XVII
Then the men of Old Sarum came down from their Hill,Where there was neither Well nor Spring;
That they might have a Mill, and water at will,
And hear the sweet
This is another place wherein the Poet intended to walk incognito; but I'll pull off his mask, noble Citizens, he means Frogs. Aristophanes thought so well of their voices, that he makes 'em sustain the part of the Chorus in one of his Comedies: the words of their Song are Βρεκεκεκεκεξ, κοαξ, κοαξ, the meaning thereof, and the Tune I confess my self-ignorant of.
XVIII
But if I proceed, as I once had decreed,And foolishly undertook,
To let my vein run, I shall never have done,
And instead of a Song make a Book.
XIX
O pardon me, pardon me, Bishop Ward,For putting thy name in my Song;
For I am alas but a silly Bard,
And my Verses cannot live long.
XX
Though sometimes a lucky Ballad may hit,And in spight of times Iron Fangs,
Outlive greater Volumes stuft fuller of wit,
And conceiv'd with more labour and pangs.
XXI
But if I was owner of Virgil's Tromp.Ette and Horace's well-tuned Lyre,
I'd wear 'em out to the very stump,
But I'd make thy great name to aspire.
XXII
Then answer'd my Muse, with a scornful smileLeave off such fond thoughts, Poor heart,
'Tis fansie and skill, not love and good-will,
Must fit thee for such a part.
XXIII
I'l make it the care of the ages to come,When thou shalt be dead and rotten,
To publish his fame, and embalm his name,
That it never shall be forgotten.
XXIV
While Lovers shall languish betwixt hopes and fears,With a visage pale, blue and forlorn:
And all the world round, any wife may be found,
Whose dear Husband drinks in a Horn.
XXV
While the River of Avon runs down to the Sea,And Grass grows on Salsbury Plain,
While
While the English follow the French fashions.
This sort of Description is frequent both in Antient and Modern Poets:
So Virgil,
Dumque thymo pascentur apes, dum rore cicadæ, &c.
So Ovid,
Dum rapidus Simois in mare volves aquas, &c.
So the Italian Theocritus:
Andran le fere errando
E gli alti pini hauran pungenti foglie.
Mentre li vivi fonti
Correran mormorando.
Nel alto mar, che con amor gli accoglie, &c.
And in another place:
Saranno, e pesci in fiumi,
Ne Sol vivral, ne la mia stanca lingua,
Ma per Pastor diversi,
In mille altre sampogne, e mille versi.
But in mine opinion these are too general, whereas those of our Poet are particular and Satyrical, and therefore more commendable.
And Tradesmen mind nothing but gain.
XXVI
But it is not for such weak shoulders as thineTo undergo such a care:
For that I design a Poet Divine;
Wind thou up thy Song with a Prayer.
XXVII
She said, I obey'd. The Queen and the KingGod bless, and their Brother JAMES,
And Old Christ-church Haven, and New Sarum's Avon,
And make it as good as the Thames.
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