Works of John Taylor the Water Poet not included in the folio volume of 1630

Taylor, John (1580-1653)

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TAYLORS ARITHMETICKE,

A MOST LEARNED AND Eloquent Speech, spoken (or delivered in the Honourable House of Commons at VVestminster,) by the most Learned Lawyer Miles Corbet Esquire, Recorder of great Yarmouth, and Burgesse of the same, on the 32 day of July last, taken in short hand by Nockey and Tom Dunne his Clarkes, and revised by John Taylor.

[Ten thousand (such as we) can ne're devise]

THE HONORABLE, AND MEMORABLE Foundations, Erections, Raisings, and Ruines, of divers Cities, Townes, Castles, and other Pieces of Antiquitie, within ten Shires and Counties of this Kingdome

Englands Comfort, and Londons Ioy: Expressed in the Royall, Triumphant, and Magnificent Entertainment of our Dread Soveraigne Lord, King Charles, at his blessed and safe returne from Scotland, on Thursday the 25. of Novem. 1641.

THE HELLISH PARLIAMENT Being a COUNTER-PARLIAMENT To this in England, containing the Demonstrative Speeches and Statutes of that Court.

[Thus wicked Satan hath a double way]

A Delicate, Dainty, Damnable DIALOGVE, Between the Devill and a Jesuite.

TAILORS TRAVELS, from LONDON, TO THE ISLE of WIGHT: With his Returne, and occasion of his Iourney.

THE Essence, Quintessence, Insence, Innocence, Lye-sence, & Magnifisence OF Nonsence upon Sence: OR, SENCEuponNONSENCE.

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A sad and deplorable loving Elegy consecrated to the living memory of his best assured friend, the generally beloved, M. Richard Wyan deceased, late his Majesties Proctor for the High Court of the Admiralty. Who departed this life at his house at Bryl in Buckinhamshire, on thursday the 16. of August last. 1638.

It may be good to live, but well to live
Is such a Good, as few men can Achieve:
The more we live, the more we do offend,
The way to Heav'n's a good and speedy end:
Th'Almighty Landlord (who doth all things sway,
Doth let mans Soule a Tenement of clay,
And Man is no Free-holder, but is still
A Tenant only at the Landlords will.
They are but Leafes, till our Lives expire,
And thankes is all the Rent God doth require.
And such a one was He, of whom I write,
Who liv'd as euer in his Makers sight:
Who day and night did humbly pay his rent
Of thankes and praise for his fraile Tenement.
Not only words, but reall deedes declar'd
His love, His zeale, obedience and regard
He ow'd to God and Man, to each degree
His Heart, his Hand, his pen and purse were free.
The poore mans Patron in distressed state,
The rich mans patterne, how to imitate.
Religion was His Pilot, and did steere
His course of life, and all his actions here.
With courage daily he did Death defie,
His heart was fix'd on immortality;
And one good precept, never he forgot,
To use the World, as if hee us'd it not.
Wherefore th'Almighty (in His gracious Doome,)
Hath pluck'd him hence, from ills that are to come.
The poore have greatest losse, they weeping know,
He would not say God helpe, but help'd their woe.
The State hath lost a Servant of great Trust,
His friends haue lost a friend assured, just.
His vertuous wife and children, great and small,
Brother and sisters, kin, in generall
Haue all receiv'd a losse, so great that we
Can never hope that it repair'd shalbe.
But I haue lost a friend, beyond a brother,
For I nere had, nor shall haue such another.
But here's our comfort, though grim Death assail'd him,
His Faith, his trust, and confidence nere fail'd him:
And though we all haue lost him, God hath found him,
And with eternall happinesse hath crown'd him.

Iohn Taylor.

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