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 |  |
By Hempseed thus fire water, aire, earth, all
Are chang'd by pudding, leafe, roule, pipe and ball.
Lip licking Comfit-makers, by whose trade,
Dainties come thou to me are quickly made;
Baboones, and hobby horses, and owles, and apes,
Swans, geese, dogs, woodcocks, & a world of shapes,
Castles for Ladies, and for Carpet Knights,
Vnmercifully spoyld at feasting fights,
Where hattering bullets are fine sugred plums,
No feare of roaring guns, or thundring drums:
There's no tantara, sa sa sa, or force,
Of man to man, or warlike horse to horse;
No mines, no countermines, no pallizadoes,
No parrapets, or secret ambuscadoes,
Of bloud and wounds, and dismall piercing lances
Men at this sight are free from such mischances.
For many gallants guilded swords doe weare,
Who fight these battels without wit or feare:
All striuing as they did for honour thirst,
All greedy which can giue the onset first;
Each one contending in this Candied coyle,
To take most prisoners, and put vp most spoyle.
Are chang'd by pudding, leafe, roule, pipe and ball.
Lip licking Comfit-makers, by whose trade,
Dainties come thou to me are quickly made;
Baboones, and hobby horses, and owles, and apes,
Swans, geese, dogs, woodcocks, & a world of shapes,
Castles for Ladies, and for Carpet Knights,
Vnmercifully spoyld at feasting fights,
Where hattering bullets are fine sugred plums,
No feare of roaring guns, or thundring drums:
There's no tantara, sa sa sa, or force,
Of man to man, or warlike horse to horse;
No mines, no countermines, no pallizadoes,
No parrapets, or secret ambuscadoes,
Of bloud and wounds, and dismall piercing lances
Men at this sight are free from such mischances.
For many gallants guilded swords doe weare,
Who fight these battels without wit or feare:
All striuing as they did for honour thirst,
All greedy which can giue the onset first;
Each one contending in this Candied coyle,
To take most prisoners, and put vp most spoyle.
| All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet | |