Poems consisting of Epistles and Epigrams, Satyrs, Epitaphs and Elogies, Songs and Sonnets ::

Poems consisting of Epistles and Epigrams, Satyrs, Epitaphs and Elogies, Songs and Sonnets

With variety of other drolling Verses upon several Subjects. Composed by no body must know whom, and are to be had every body knows where, and for somebody knows what [by John Eliot]

Eliot, John

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To the Great in Worth and Merit as in Honour and Title, the Lady happily Marchioness of Winchester, humbly these.

To the Censorious Reader.

To the Courteous Reader.

To his Book.

To the jealous Reader.

To the Printer, if these papers should unhappily come to the Press.

To the Stationer if need be.

To the punctual Poets.

A Satyr. To the Times time-serving Poets.

A Court-Prodigall.

An Old Unthrift.

To a great Lord that upbraided his Servant with Poverty.

To his reconciled Enemy

Upon a Fool that was angry at his evil Fortune.

Upon a Fellow that fear'd he should run mad for his Mistresse.

Upon a Highway Thief.

Of one that was burnt in the Hand.

Upon a Ladies Tailor turnd out of service, having been long her Favourite.

Upon his unkinde Kinred.

A Gardner and his Wife.

A peremptory Gold-smiths Wife.

A Courteous Chambermaid.

To one that entreated the Author to write some Verses to a Book that he had going to the Press.

The Author upon his Epigrams.

To the truly Honourable and antiently Noble Benefactor the Lord Dunkelly, Vicecount Tunbridg,

To the most deservedly beloved and honoured the the Lady Viscountess Tunbridge.

An Epigram Humbly presented to his Majestie upon Release of a prisoner that was committed for making Libellous Verses.

To his Noblest Friend Mr. Endimion Porter upon Verses writ by Ben. Johnson.

For Mistress Porter on a New years day.

To his loved Friend Mr. Davenat, upon his Verses to the well-deserving both his, and all others praises the vertuous Mistress Porter.

An Epigram, To his Friend Ben Johnson, upon his Libellous Verses against the Lords of the Green-Cloath concerning his Sack.

To Ben Johnson again, upon his verses dedicated to the Earl of Portland, Lord Treasurer.

An Epitaph upon the chast and fair Lady Walsingam.

The first Coppie.

The Second Coppie.

A great Lady presented the said Lord Treasurer with a silver skreene having these following verses ingraven about it, made by this Author at her request.

The same Lady presented his Majestie the Queens Picture, in a Square table, wrought with a needle so artificially, as the most Skilfull Painter could not have better'd it, and at the 4 corners were the names of his Majesties fower kingdomes, with these verses made by the same Author.

Mrs. Sanderson her Majesties Laundress presented a Celler of empty glasses to her Majestie.

An Elogie. On the Lady Jane Paulet Marchioness of Winchester daughter to the right honorable the Lord Savage of Rock-savage.

A payre of Shrieves.

To the Citie Sarjeants.

A City Hangman.

To a Lady Majoress.

An Aldermans wife

To the great Mistress of my humble Muse the Lady Honora, happily as deservedly Marchioness of Winchester.

To his best of friends, and so the best deserver of his best respects Sir Edward Bushell knight.

To his honoured kinsman Sir. Gregory Fenner knight.

A complaint to one of his friends to whom the Author sent a coppie of verses which were printed without his consent or knowledge.

A new made Lord.

A new made Countess.

A Lord that vsed to swear by his honour before his pattent was sealed.

To a great Lady of little worth, that used to say she could eat the Author, if he were worth the eating.

Upon a proud painted upstart Lady.

Upon her Chamber-maid.

Upon a Maide of honour that went into the country to take the ayr.

Upon her chamber-maid.

Upon a Lady that went to Tunbridge wells.

A Footman turn'd Gentleman Usher.

Upon a coy countrey Lass

Upon the same proud fool turn'd Courtiour.

A quarrell between two Court Chamber-maids.

A Court Baud.

To her Coadjutor.

To an honorable Lady that sometimes grac't the author with the name of servant, and afterwards neglected him.

To the same honorable Lady suspecting her servants secrecie.

A just Complaint to his Just as Honourable Patrones against a Sorcerer, that by his Inchantments depraves her humblest Servant of her Grace.

To the truly honourable the Lord Paulet Marquess of Winchester.

To the same noble Lord again.

To the far fam'd Lady, and Mistres of untainted vertue, the truly and nobly noble Ladie Dorathy Sherly honoured by being Sister to the most deservedly honourable Earl of Essex.

A Satyr. Upon a miraculous Marriage, made between a Brave Young Viscount, and an unworthy Old Viscounts Widow.

Upon a Coller and Garter imprisoned in a Brokers Box.

Another upon the same subject.

Upon the same again.

A Sonnet upon the same subject.

To a Ladies Chambermaid.

An Atheist, a Poet, and a Puritan.

A Papist, a Protestant, and a Puritan.

A pestilent profest Puritan.

An ignorant obstinate Brownest.

A Ladies Roses that ever lookt rusty.

Upon a Ladies Roses that were always fresh.

The Fidlers that were committed for singing a Song called, The clean contrary way.

A Lady walking with the Author in her Garden, pluckt a sprig of Bayes, and put it in his Hat to wear as her Favour.

The Author intending to write upon the Duke of Buckingham, when he went to fetch the Queen, prepared a new Ballad for the Fidlers, as might hold them to sing between Dover and Callice.

A Song.

A Song in praise of Sack.

A Song.

A Sonnet.

On Loves blindeness.

An Elogie on the Death of Love.

A Song.

On the Duke of Buckinghams Death. An Elogie.

An exortation for the battering down of those vanities of the Gentiles which are comprehended in a May pole written by a Zealous brother from Blackfryers.

Epithalamium. Upon the Celebration of the happy Nuptials of T. L. Esquire, and his Lady.

To the Lord Chamberlain.

Upon leaving off mourning for his Mistres.

An Elegy on the death of a schoole-Master.

A Catch.

On a woman haveing two Husbands.

On an Elder Brother.

On a proud beggar.

A Courtship betwixt a man and a woman.

On women, of what stuff they are made.

The lash A song.

To his freind on the death of his Mistres, immediatly before the intended marriage.

To his friend. Mr. B. archd: of N.

On Mistres Angel wife to Master John Angel preacher of Leicester, deceasing at Bath.

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A payre of Shrieves.

In scarlet gowns, and golden chains when I,
Dull sighted as I am, your worships spye,
Swimming down Ludgate hill in haste, to meet,
The Temple daring Rebells in the street,
Me thinks I see two Gallie Foists well man'd,
Sent from the turks, to Milford in the strand,
With strict Commission, to pluck out by th'Ears,
Those sea-burnt soldiers that once sackt Algiers,
For verily your sarjeants seems to me,
No other then mere infidels to be,
But when your beasts have brought you nearer hand
I further am from knowing you, and stand,
Like one amaz'd, I then begin to doubt,

The Devil, and his Crew, are all broke out;
For sure I see a Furnace in each Nose,
That like to Etna, burning Brimstone throws
Into the Air, their Cheeks to me appear
Like Beacons fired by the Peoples fear.
Their beetle Browes look like those Cherubins
Kept Adam out of Eden, for his sins.
My Boy, that's better sighted far then I,
Would face me down, he saw in every Eye
A Vintners Boy, burning or Sack, or Claret,
But, hang him Rascal, he prates like a Parrat;
I rather think, their eyes four Cyclops are,
Forging an Armour for the God of War;
And those grim Sarjeants Hellhounds, us'd to keep
The Furnace hot, whilst the toyl'd Cyclops sleep.
So know Right Worshipful, without desembling,
I never see you, but I fall a trembling;
And to confess the Truth, I daily pray,
That I may never meet you in my way.
Good brazen Serpent, vanish hence apace,
Since 'tis to me a Hell to see thy Face.

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A payre of Shrieves.