University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
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)

collapse section 
[section]
  
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.
expand section1. 
THE FIRST PART OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE,
collapse section2. 
THE SECOND PART OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE.
expand section3. 
Chap. 3.
expand section4. 
Chap. 4.
expand section5. 
Chap. 5.
expand sectionVII. 
Chap. VII.
expand sectionVIII. 
Chap. VIII.
expand sectionIX. 
Chap. IX.
expand sectionXII. 
Chap. XII.
expand sectionXI. 
Chap. XI.
expand sectionXII. 
Chap. XII.
expand sectionXIIII. 
Chap. XIIII.
collapse sectionXV. 
Chap. XV.
  
[Three hundred thousand pounds yee yearely spend]
expand sectionXVII. 
Chap. XVII.
expand section3. 
THE THIRD PART OF The Golden Fleece.
  
The conclusion of Orpheus Iunior to his Soueraigne the King of Great Britaine.

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section Chap. XI. The Golden Fleece
next section

Chap. XI.

59

[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.
60

[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.
61

[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.
previous section Chap. XI. The Golden Fleece
next section