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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
Vaughan, William (1577-1641)

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THE MUSES AND THE GRACES, BY THE hands of Orpheus Junior, doe here present this Treatise of the Golden Fleece at the Feet of the most Noble, Mightie, and hopefull King of Great Britaine.
  
In Commendation of the Golden Fleece produced by Orpheus Iunior.
  
An Epigram vpon the Golden Fleece, moralized by the Authour for the good of Great BRITAINE.
  
In Honour of the Golden Fleece described by Orpheus Iunior.
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THE FIRST PART OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE,
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Chap. I.
  
[Since hired double Tongues grew in request]
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Chap. IIII.
  
[It seem'd a virgin full of liuing flame]
  
[He which kisses once receiu'd]
  
[The deuill himselfe dares not attempt that fact]
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Chap. V.
  
[A Poet by Vertues education]
  
[The Comicke Muse makes this report]
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Chap. VI.
  
[So meane perhaps, but Time brings alteration]
  
[Were I disdainfull or vnkind]
  
[Which shall I doe? or weepe, or sing?]
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Chap. VIII.
  
[Of late there rose a Sect of Caiphas kind]
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Chap. XIIII.
  
[Euen as I wandred in a wro]
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Chap. XV.
  
[By thy Tongues mightie Oracle.]
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THE SECOND PART OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE.
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Chap. 3.
  
[Why keepes one man three Offices alone]
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Chap. 4.
  
[From blaspheming of Gods name]
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Chap. 5.
  
[There is a time of earnest things to write]
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Chap. VII.
  
[Tis honour great abroad to settle peace]
  
[King Iohn his Crowne did to the Pope expose]
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Chap. VIII.
  
[One's thunder strooke, Another's grac't amaine.]
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Chap. IX.
  
[Bright Light of Loue, which knowest the Originals]
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Chap. XII.
  
[Beware of Physicke mixt by Romish brood]
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Chap. XI.
  
[It matters not so much to weare the Horne]
  
[Woe to thee, Tarleton, that euer thou wert borne]
  
[O those faire starlike eyes of thine, one sayes]
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Chap. XII.
  
[Who doth desire that chast his Wife should be]
  
[A puling Female Creature, which hath smiles]
  
[As Mothers are, so will the Daughters be]
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Chap. XIIII.
  
[What at this day doe Brittaines Tongues bewray?]
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Chap. XV.
  
[Three hundred thousand pounds yee yearely spend]
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Chap. XVII.
  
[From painting of the Trinitie]
  
Apolloes Oracle.
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THE THIRD PART OF The Golden Fleece.
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Chap. 11.
  
[In ancient times they vsed much to Fast]
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Chap. 12.
  
[I long to sing of Charles his Waine]
  
The conclusion of Orpheus Iunior to his Soueraigne the King of Great Britaine.

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Chap. XI.

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[It matters not so much to weare the Horne]

It matters not so much to weare the Horne,
If that it might be free from others scorne.
Hornes haue no cure, but when thy selfe art sped,
To graffe those Hornes vpon anothers head.
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[Woe to thee, Tarleton, that euer thou wert borne]

Woe to thee, Tarleton, that euer thou wert borne,
Thy Wife hath made thee a Cuckold, and thou
must weare the Horne,
What and if she hath? Am I a whit the worse?
She keeps me like a Gentleman with mony in my
Purse.
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[O those faire starlike eyes of thine, one sayes]

O those faire starlike eyes of thine, one sayes,
When to my seeming she hath lookt nine wayes.
And that sweet breath, when I thinke out upon it
It would blast a flowre, if she breathed on it.
Withers in his Satyrs.
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