The poetical works of William Strode ... Now first collected from manuscript and printed sources: to which is added: The floating island a tragi-comedy: Now first reprinted from the original edition of 1655: Edited by Bertram Dobell with a memoir of the author |
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THE CAPPS |
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THE CAPPS
The witt hath long beholden bin
Unto the Cappe to keepe it in:
Lett now the witt fly out amayne
In prayse to quitt the Cappe againe.
The Cappe that ownes the highest part
Obtaynd that place by due desart:
For every Cappe, what ere it bee
Is still the signe of some degree.
Unto the Cappe to keepe it in:
Lett now the witt fly out amayne
In prayse to quitt the Cappe againe.
The Cappe that ownes the highest part
Obtaynd that place by due desart:
For every Cappe, what ere it bee
Is still the signe of some degree.
The Cappe doth stand, each head can show,
Above the Crowne; but Kings below:
The Cappe is neerer heaven than wee,
A greater signe of majesty.
When off the Cappe wee chance to take
Both head and feete obeysance make:
For every Cappe, &c.
Above the Crowne; but Kings below:
The Cappe is neerer heaven than wee,
A greater signe of majesty.
When off the Cappe wee chance to take
Both head and feete obeysance make:
For every Cappe, &c.
The Munmoth cappe, the Saylors thrumme,
And that wherin poore Tradesmen come,
The Physick, Law, and Cappe divine,
And that which crownes the Muses nine:
The Cappe that Fools doth countenance,
The goodly Cappe of maintenance:
For every Cappe, &c.
And that wherin poore Tradesmen come,
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And that which crownes the Muses nine:
The Cappe that Fools doth countenance,
The goodly Cappe of maintenance:
For every Cappe, &c.
The sickly Cappe both playne and wrought;
The fudling Cappe, however bought;
The Quilted, Furrd, the Velvet, Satin,
For which so many fooles learne Latin;
The Cruell Cappe, the fustian pate,
The Periwigge, a Cappe of late:
And every Cappe, &c.
The fudling Cappe, however bought;
The Quilted, Furrd, the Velvet, Satin,
For which so many fooles learne Latin;
The Cruell Cappe, the fustian pate,
The Periwigge, a Cappe of late:
And every Cappe, &c.
The souldiers that the Munmoth weare,
On castle toppes theyr ensignes reare:
The Seaman with his thrumme doth stand
In higher parts than all the land:
The Tradesmans Cappe aloft is borne
By vantage of (some say) a Horne.
Thus every Cappe, &c.
On castle toppes theyr ensignes reare:
The Seaman with his thrumme doth stand
In higher parts than all the land:
The Tradesmans Cappe aloft is borne
By vantage of (some say) a Horne.
Thus every Cappe, &c.
The Physicke Cappe to dust can bring,
Without controule, the greatest King:
The Lawyers Cappe hath heavenly might
To make a crooked action right,
Which being round and endlesse knowes
To make as endlesse any cause:
Thus every Cappe, &c.
Without controule, the greatest King:
The Lawyers Cappe hath heavenly might
To make a crooked action right,
Which being round and endlesse knowes
To make as endlesse any cause:
Thus every Cappe, &c.
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Both East and West, both North and South,
Where ere the Gospell findes a mouth,
The Cappe divine doth thither looke;
Tis square, like Scholars and theyr booke;
The rest are round, but this is square
To shew theyr heads more stable are;
Thus every Cappe, &c.
Where ere the Gospell findes a mouth,
The Cappe divine doth thither looke;
Tis square, like Scholars and theyr booke;
The rest are round, but this is square
To shew theyr heads more stable are;
Thus every Cappe, &c.
The sickly Cappe, not wrought with silke,
Is like Repentance, white as milke:
When hatts in Church droppe off in hast
This Cappe neere leaves the head uncast:
The sicke mans Cappe, thats wrought, can tell
Though hee bee sicke, his state is well.
Thus every Cappe, &c.
Is like Repentance, white as milke:
When hatts in Church droppe off in hast
This Cappe neere leaves the head uncast:
The sicke mans Cappe, thats wrought, can tell
Though hee bee sicke, his state is well.
Thus every Cappe, &c.
The fudling Cappe, god Bacchus might,
Turnes night to day, and day to night:
It godlike makes proud heads to bende,
And lowly feete makes to ascend:
It makes men richer than before
By seeing double all theyr store.
It rounds the world within the brayne,
And makes a monarch of a swayne:
The Furrd and Quilted Cappe of age
Can make a mouldy Proverbe sage.
Thus every Cappe, &c.
Turnes night to day, and day to night:
It godlike makes proud heads to bende,
And lowly feete makes to ascend:
It makes men richer than before
By seeing double all theyr store.
It rounds the world within the brayne,
And makes a monarch of a swayne:
The Furrd and Quilted Cappe of age
Can make a mouldy Proverbe sage.
Thus every Cappe, &c.
The Sattin and the Velvett hive
Unto a Bishoprick doth drive:
Nay, when a file of Caps you're seen in,
A square Capp, this, and next a linnen:
This triple Cappe may rayse some hope,
If fortune smile, to be a Pope:
For every Cappe, &c.
Unto a Bishoprick doth drive:
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A square Capp, this, and next a linnen:
This triple Cappe may rayse some hope,
If fortune smile, to be a Pope:
For every Cappe, &c.
Though fustian capps bee slender weare,
The head is of no better geare:
The cruell Cappe is knitt, like hose
For them whose zeale takes cold i'th' nose:
Whose parity doth thinke it meete
To cloath alike the head and feete:
This Cappe would fayne, but cannot bee:
The only signe of noe degree.
The head is of no better geare:
The cruell Cappe is knitt, like hose
For them whose zeale takes cold i'th' nose:
Whose parity doth thinke it meete
To cloath alike the head and feete:
This Cappe would fayne, but cannot bee:
The only signe of noe degree.
The Periwigg, oh that declares
The rise of flesh, but fall of hayres:
And none but Grandos can proceede
So farre in sinne that this they neede
Before theyr Prince, which covered are,
And only to themselves goe bare:
This Cappe of all the Capps that bee
Is now the signe of high degree.
The rise of flesh, but fall of hayres:
And none but Grandos can proceede
So farre in sinne that this they neede
Before theyr Prince, which covered are,
And only to themselves goe bare:
This Cappe of all the Capps that bee
Is now the signe of high degree.
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