The Golden Fleece Divided into three Parts, Under Which are discouered the Errours of Religion, the Vices and Decayes of the Kingdome, and lastly the wayes to get wealth, and to restore Trading so much complayned of. Transported from Cambrioll Colchos, out of the Southermost Part of the Iland, commonly called the Newfoundland, By Orpheus Iunior [i.e.William Vaughan], For the generall and perpetuall Good of Great Britaine |
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Chap. 4. The Golden Fleece |  |
Chap. 4.
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[From blaspheming of Gods name]
From blaspheming of Gods name,From recanting words with shame,
From Damnation eternall,
From a sicke Soule internall,
From a Sinner will not mend,
From a friend, that will not lend,
From all moderne abuses,
From much things to no vses,
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From an Alchymists faire words,
From those Friers, which Cloakes vse,
As from such that haunt the Stewes,
From such Sins as doe delight vs,
As from dreames which doe affright vs,
From Parasites, that stroake vs,
From morsels, that will choake vs,
From false Sycophants, that sooth vs,
As from those in Sinne doe smooth vs,
From all profane Discourses,
From all vngodly Courses,
Sweet Angell free,
deliuer me.
From Craggy hils and mountaines,
From mire and muddy Fountaines,
From touching Toades and Spiders,
From Shooters hill ranke Riders,
From th'Exchequer Promooters,
From prying Spies and Tooters,
From Baylifes & Informers,
That faigne to be Reformers,
Frō Cutthroat City Catchpoles,
That care not how they vexe soules,
From Bridewell and from Newgate,
From deare wit, that's bought too late,
From the Law of Halifaxe,
From the loane of the Tower axe,
From fraies & causelesse battell,
From murren in our Cattell,
From one thats euer prating,
From Extortion & grating,
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From such crue, as shun the light,
Sweet Angel free,
deliuer me.
From flowtes, which friendship sunder,
From Lightning, Stormes, and thunder,
From Nouelists coind rumours,
From all Phantasticke humours,
From such scolds as bite and scratch,
From a causelesse masticke patch,
From all such as purses cut,
From a filthy durty slut,
From an old man luxurious,
From a yong man litigious,
From a riggish wanton Trul,
That her Louer seekes to gull,
From Setters, Canters, Cheaters,
No better then men-eaters,
From an ill name and bad fame,
From much need and open shame,
From stolne Goods receauers,
From close sly Deceauers,
From a wanton that will rig,
And delight to daunce a Iig,
Sweet Angell free,
deliuer me.
From a Priest that will mumble,
From a Nunne that will iumble,
From rude Knaues that Maids tumble,
From Cattes and Rattes, which rumble,
From seruants, that will grumble,
From a Iade, that will stumble,
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From scarcity and Penury,
From excesse of meat as drinke,
From Tobaccoes noy some stinke,
From opinions of Doctors,
From busines with Proctors,
From conuersing with wranglers,
From the patience of Anglers,
From Lawyers visitation,
From waste and desolation,
From one that delights in Law,
From a Lions bloudy claw,
From bawdy Courts Citations,
From Excommunications,
From a State full of factions,
From all vngodly Actions,
Sweet Angell free
deliuer me.
From all hard-hearted Masters,
Which vse not words, but wasters,
From a new Oast, proud and poore:
From a stale and gracelesse whore,
From bold Bayards downe-right blowes,
From sly peckings of night-crowes,
From Musicians Phantasticke,
From Tradesmen growne scholasticke,
From any Bonds to marchants,
From acquaintance with Serieants,
From the mercy of Iaylors,
From the long Bils of Taylors,
From Bankrouts too late wishes,
From all vnwholsome dishes,
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Which wil sel both Verbes & Nownes,
From a Castellian drugger,
That poyson sels for Suger,
From the Sicilian vesper,
From bits more hard then Iasper,
Sweet Angell free
deliuer me.
From men with Murther tainted,
From women which are painted,
From all far-fetcht New fangles,
From him that euer wrangles,
From euery harlot-morger,
From heat, cold, thirst and hunger,
From a rough-handed Barber,
As from an Irish Caruer,
From ore that is brow branded,
From him that is left handed,
From a feast without some wine,
Bid to Supper or to dine,
From drinking much cold water,
From a coozening false Cater,
From pondred Beefe sans mustard,
From a thin and sowre Custard,
From rotten Cheese and addle Eggs,
From broken Shins and gowty Legs,
From a decrepit Capon,
From stinking fish and Bacon,
From stale and filthy Sturgeon,
As from a foolish Surgeon,
From a Pudding hath no end,
From a Bow that will not bend,
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deliuer me.
From straggling on a strange heath,
Which once had neere wrought my death,
From bribing and vile Trafficke,
From Monsters bred in Affrik,
From daily Contributions,
From partiall distributions,
From a Cooke that is a slut,
From a knife, that will not cut,
From a short-heeld skittish wife,
Worse then any Cut-purse knife,
From men too rash and testy,
As from wild Iades or resty,
From Essex stiles, and Norfolke wiles,
From Yorke miles, & theeues night files,
From Shopmen that will palter,
As Knaues deserue a halter,
From a bribing Constable,
From the winds of Dunstable,
From a young Iustice of Peace,
That from prating doth not cease.
From his Fellow that ne're speakes
A wise word, but Currat Lex,
Sweet Angell free,
deliuer me.
From men cleane voyd of Reason,
From dishes out of season,
From men too nice and curious,
From men too rash & furious,
From Courtiers honey-spoken,
From Marchants that be broken,
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From dearely bought Presumptions,
From any rash Intrusions,
From purchased Pollutions,
From strong Beere and heady Ale,
From a long and tedious Tale,
From a Sophistick Bruer,
Then whom the Diuell is truer,
From anguish, griefe, and sorrow,
From any need to borrow,
From the Counter or the Fleet,
From doing Penance in a sheet,
From all straight and pinching shooes,
From all Cornes on Feet or Toes,
From a light and Pennilesse Purse,
As from a sore and dismall Curse,
From Suites by Friends procuremēts,
From all the worlds allurements,
Sweet Angell free,
deliuer me.
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