All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted |
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 | All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet |  |
Goostoft in Lincolnshire.
In Lincolnshire an ancient Towne doth stand,Call'd Goostoft, that hath neither fallow'd Land,
Or Woods, or any fertile pasture ground,
But is with watry Fens incompast round.
The people there haue neither Horse or Cowe,
Nor Sheepe, nor Oxe, or Asse, nor Pig, or Sowe:
Nor Creame, Curds, Whig, Whay, Buttermilke or Cheese,
Nor any other liuing thing but Geese.
The Parson of the Parish takes great paines,
And tyth Geese onely, are his labours gaines:
If any charges there must be defray'd,
Or Impositions on the Towne is layd,
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Or to mend Bridges, Churches, any thing.
Then those that haue of Geese the greatest store,
Must to these Taxes pay so much the more.
Nor can a man be raisde to Dignity,
But as his Geese encrease and multiply.
And as mens Geese doe multiply and breed,
From Office vnto office they proceed.
A man that hath but with twelue Geese began,
In time hath come to be a Tythingman:
And with great credit past that Office thorough
(His Geese increasing) he hath bin Headborough.
Then (as his Flocke in number are accounted)
Vnto a Constable, he hath bin mounted.
And so from place to place he doth aspire,
And as his Geese grow more hee's raised higher.
Tis onely Geese there that doe men prefer,
And 'tis a rule, no Goose, no Officer.
At Hunnibourne, a Towne in Warwickeshire,
What Gogmagog Gargantua Geese are there,
For take a Goose that from that place hath bin,
That's leane, and nought but feathers, bones & skin,
And bring her thither, and with little cost
Shee'l be as fat as any Bawde, almost.
For take foure Geese, and with a like expence,
Feed one there, and the others two miles thence,
And she that feedes at Hunnibourne shall bee
More worth in weight & price, then th'other three.
She shall with flesh vnable be to goe,
I cannot yeeld the Reason, but 'tis so .
| All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet | |