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Occasions Off-spring

Or Poems upon Severall Occasions: By Mathew Stevenson

Stevenson, Matthew (fl. 1654-1685)

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To the Author my very loving Cos. Mr. M. Stevenson.

To the inimitable Poet, My honourd friend, The AUTHOR.

To my Ingenious friend, the AUTHOR

To my most esteemed friend, The AUTHOR.

To his very good friend The AUTHOR.

In Honorem Authoris.

A young Gentleman to his Lady, who lookt upon him as too immature.

An Answer to the Song call'd faire Archybella to whose eyes. &c.

The Answer to Well-well tis true, &c.

The Virgin Canticle to Gerrard.

To my Coy and Captious Mistress.

A longing Lady to her long-staying Lover.

A forsaken Lady to her Apostate.

A mock song to O stay by mee—

A Gentleman to his Mistress that told him he lookt asquint upon her.

To my lillie white Leda in Commendation of a pale face.

The Postscript,

Militat omnis amans, & habet sua Castra Cupîdo.

To my honoured friend.

To William Kemp.

A Gentleman surprized with the sight of a Lady unknowne to him, betroathed to another.

To my Cozen Coy.

To my pale Pippin

Mrs. E. G. To hir false and faithlesse servant.

To the faire Mrs E. R.

Da dextram miseræ & tecum me tolle per vndas.

Miserum me fuisse fælicem!

A. B. To an Irish Gentlewoman that slighted him.

To my noble Cosen Mr. R. C. coming in mourning to be merry with his friends.

A gratus ades To my highly honoured cozen Mr B. C. Comming to Norwich.

To the worshipfull A. D. his Majesties Physitian Crossing the Seas.

To the City of CRACOVIA.

To ------ upon his giving mee a Library.

To a Gentlewoman, that refused. A very rich Suitor, because he was not very handsome.

To a faire Lady.

To my Mistresse.

The joviall Journey.

Vpon a Porter Catching a Gentlewoman as shee past by him.

At a Tapsters wedding.

In prayse of winter.

Upon Yorkshire Ale.

To my right well reckon'd host at the Lamb.

The Postscript.

Upon a hungry gutted Porter.

E. B. To his noble friend, that gave him a new paire of Boots, and Gloves.

A. B. to his shoemaker.

Vpon his giveing a payre of shoes to get the former paper answered.

Alice Goffe. A poore woman taken stealing soape.

To my Noble Friend.

To the same Gentleman desiring my verses upon any price and on his sending mee a new Suit.

To a Schoole master. In excuse of his Scholler G. Green.

To my valued friend: A New-years gift.

O. P. to A. C. that oversold him a Horse repay him at the day of his marriage, he being contracted and to marry with in ten dayes: O. P. not dreaming of any such matter.

Upon the name of the same horse being called Butler.

Pseudo Poeta in a paper of false verses inveying against Tantalia for her lyeing tales.

Upon ------ his Picture Prefixt to his Almanack.

To Mr. ------ upon his silly Epitaph in print.

On the Gun-powder treason.

To the right honourable the C. of DORSET, Promising a Gentleman her Kinswoman in marriage.

The weavers Memento mori.

To a drunken Porter reeling into the Ring to wrastle with a Taylor.

To a Brewer that promised mee a Staggs Tongue, and dissapointed me.

To this Brewer sending mee halfe a dozen tongues.

To a Gentleman that promised, but failed, to meet mee at an Ale-drapers.

To an other Gentleman, that served me such a trick.

To a Philomuse from whom I received a Paper upon the same Subject and by the same Post.

At the Florists Feast in Norwich

Upon his second time being dead drunk.

On goodwife Plaine.

On W. G. A great swearer but litle lyar

In memoriam Roberti Dey Pharmacap. Norv.

To the perpetuall memory of my ever honoured Cozen Mr. E. H.

A Legacie to VRBANIA an unworthy Cittie.

In Honorem Poetarum.

Upon the Sickness, and recovery of a faire and fairely promised LADY.

To a Gentleman desiring mee to write a Paper of Verses upon his sitting whilst the Painter was drawing his Picture.

To an impudent Scold that perpetually haunts her Husband, and not only abuseth him but whatsoever Company is with him.

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On the Gun-powder treason.

Now, fooles! how think yee is there not a God?
Ask but your backes, that smart with your owne rod.
When yee prepar'd this cup, did yee then thinke,
The dregs should be the draught your selves must drink?

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Doubtlesse, yee'd not have dig'd so deepe a pitt,
Had yee but dream't your selves should hansell it:
Bow black was this eclypse? what mean't yee by't?
A flame, and yet no light; twas hell fire right.
VVas ever vulcan matcht with such a horne?
But hee that sate in heaven laught yee to scorne.
VVhat at one blow both court and commons? pish
'Twas but a falsifie, a Caligula's wish,
Yea but false fire, by heaven the touch hole was,
So stopt the flame could not to th' barrell passe.
Blest be the churches great protector for't!
'Twas yee gave fire, but wee gave the report.
Infernall Angells fight with Gabriell,
And heaven it selfe seemes undermin'd by hell.
But O how vainely the black brood of night.
Martiall their mates against the sonnes of light?
Fear not Bethulin. Holoferenes shall,
Be dead drunk, and by his owne fawehin fall.
Goliahs boasts are breathlesse, mercilesse Mydian,
Must buckle to the brandisht blade of Gideon.
VVee need not feare, nor care wee though hell knock
Our temple's built on an impregnable rock;
Preserv'd by providence. Babells bratts may kick
But never move our heaven fixt candle stick,
Tis Rome must ruine Rome, tis not your ginnes,
Are able to ensnare us, but our sinnes:
Puffe till yee pant againe, alas! fond foe,
You doe but ashes off our alters blow.
And whilst your hell-hacht plots, your hate reveal
You don't extinguish, but inflame our zeal.
The wind, that shakes the boughes, fastens the root;
And you confirm us, whilst yee goe about.
Thus to supplant us; tush! yee doe but hence,
Endeare us to our God, for new defence.
But would you be reveng'd? then thus let't be,
Plot so, as he that made the eye, may'nt see.