Typhon or, The Gyants War with The Gods. A Mock-poem. In Five Canto's [by John Phillips] |
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CANTO II.
The Argument.
The nimble God from heaven sent
Returns with Gyants Complement:
At which the Gods begin to tremble,
And straight a Parliament assemble;
Who for preventing future harms,
Consult on manner of their Arms:
Debating long, it is decreed
That Vulcan fall to work with speed.
Returns with Gyants Complement:
At which the Gods begin to tremble,
And straight a Parliament assemble;
Who for preventing future harms,
Consult on manner of their Arms:
Debating long, it is decreed
That Vulcan fall to work with speed.
Jupiter's
Mistress, red as Rose,
Was dropping dew from eyes or nose;
'Tis all a case: for drops are drops,
Come they from eyes, or nose, or chops.
Her grief occasion'd by a fly-blow,
Yclep'd by knowing ones, a by-blow:
Calisto 'twas, Diana's Maid,
Whom Jupiter to lust betraid.
Was dropping dew from eyes or nose;
'Tis all a case: for drops are drops,
Come they from eyes, or nose, or chops.
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Yclep'd by knowing ones, a by-blow:
Calisto 'twas, Diana's Maid,
Whom Jupiter to lust betraid.
Gods are (like mortals) dull & stupid,
When once they're subject unto Cupid:
If there's brutality in Men,
Or Gods, it must be chiefly then.
Yet strange to think, the Gods should do
What Men abhor, and blush at too:
But Gods and Men in folly move,
When captiv'd by the power of love.
When once they're subject unto Cupid:
If there's brutality in Men,
Or Gods, it must be chiefly then.
Yet strange to think, the Gods should do
What Men abhor, and blush at too:
But Gods and Men in folly move,
When captiv'd by the power of love.
When Mercury arose from sleep,
'Twas then he saw Calisto weep.
'Twas then he saw Calisto weep.
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Have you not in a Chimney seen
A sullen Faggot moist and green;
How slowly it admits of heat,
And does not onely weep, but sweat?
So fares an unexperienc'd Virgin,
When Jupiter himself is urging:
But dry-wood-like, the practick Dame
Cracks, and rejoyces at the flame.
A sullen Faggot moist and green;
How slowly it admits of heat,
And does not onely weep, but sweat?
So fares an unexperienc'd Virgin,
When Jupiter himself is urging:
But dry-wood-like, the practick Dame
Cracks, and rejoyces at the flame.
Quoth Mercury, If thus you grieve,
I must do so, or must not live:
O let me know your cause of sorrow.
But rising up, quoth she, Good-morrow.
So parted Mercury and her.
At length he came to Jupiter,
Right early, for avoiding blame;
And him he found in bed with Dame,
Who being sensible of wrong
She had receiv'd, was using tongue:
For Jupiter had often stunk
With drink, when home returning drunk:
Her help still nothing but condoling,
Whilst he abroad was Caterwoling:
For this same little fault he had,
Sometimes he would a Whoring gad;
In other matters none more civil,
(For there are dues belong to devil)
And to speak truth, no equal there is
To him in Lombardy or Paris;
Nor can the like of him be found
All over the Utopian ground.
God Mercury was loth to venter
At first, but by and by did enter,
Just as he heard the Goddess say,
What shall that Maiden do, I pray?
What mad-man do you think will take her
Now you have plow'd upon her Acre?
I must do so, or must not live:
O let me know your cause of sorrow.
But rising up, quoth she, Good-morrow.
So parted Mercury and her.
At length he came to Jupiter,
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And him he found in bed with Dame,
Who being sensible of wrong
She had receiv'd, was using tongue:
For Jupiter had often stunk
With drink, when home returning drunk:
Her help still nothing but condoling,
Whilst he abroad was Caterwoling:
For this same little fault he had,
Sometimes he would a Whoring gad;
In other matters none more civil,
(For there are dues belong to devil)
And to speak truth, no equal there is
To him in Lombardy or Paris;
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All over the Utopian ground.
God Mercury was loth to venter
At first, but by and by did enter,
Just as he heard the Goddess say,
What shall that Maiden do, I pray?
What mad-man do you think will take her
Now you have plow'd upon her Acre?
Jove seeing Mercury appear,
As one most glad to see him there,
Without his Slippers or his Hose,
To rise he does himself dispose;
And straightway gives the God command
To let him clearly understand
The cause o'th' late and sudden action,
What Typhon says for satisfaction;
Or if the mortals dar'd to own
Th'abuses they of late had done.
As one most glad to see him there,
Without his Slippers or his Hose,
To rise he does himself dispose;
And straightway gives the God command
To let him clearly understand
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What Typhon says for satisfaction;
Or if the mortals dar'd to own
Th'abuses they of late had done.
(Great Jove) quoth Mercury, I'll tell
What during my abode befel
Since I descended from the skie,
(And hang me if I tell a lie)
Though 'twas my study to dehort all,
They cry'd, The Gods like us are mortal:
And if in strength did lie the odds,
Then they themselves would all be Gods.
Quoth they, This carry to your Jove;
Nor threats, nor he himself shall move
Us to excuse whatever Fate
By our directions did of late.
Then howl'd they as if they were mad:
I fearing their intentions bad,
And that in this their dreadful ire
They'd synge my wings with flames of fire,
Did sneak away. They seeing that,
Cry'd out, Halloo, a Rat, a Rat;
Hold him there. I, in this sad plight,
Had almost lost my ears and sight:
For, what with smoak of fire, and noise,
I hardly saw, or heard I voice
But what was most confus'd: I'm sure,
I understand thus much, endure
Such an affront? 'tis leud and base;
We'll geld the rogue upon the place.
At this their rudeness, wonder not
If by agility I got
Away. Here Jove commanded son
Forbear: Enough, quoth he, ha' don:
Go, get your breakfast, then in haste
Summon the Gods; let no time waste:
Be diligent to let them know
I'd have their counsels 'gainst the foe.
Jove wisely thought few words were best,
Kept his intentions in his brest;
Onely he frown'd, and then he swore;
Said little, though he thought the more.
What during my abode befel
Since I descended from the skie,
(And hang me if I tell a lie)
Though 'twas my study to dehort all,
They cry'd, The Gods like us are mortal:
And if in strength did lie the odds,
Then they themselves would all be Gods.
Quoth they, This carry to your Jove;
Nor threats, nor he himself shall move
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By our directions did of late.
Then howl'd they as if they were mad:
I fearing their intentions bad,
And that in this their dreadful ire
They'd synge my wings with flames of fire,
Did sneak away. They seeing that,
Cry'd out, Halloo, a Rat, a Rat;
Hold him there. I, in this sad plight,
Had almost lost my ears and sight:
For, what with smoak of fire, and noise,
I hardly saw, or heard I voice
But what was most confus'd: I'm sure,
I understand thus much, endure
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We'll geld the rogue upon the place.
At this their rudeness, wonder not
If by agility I got
Away. Here Jove commanded son
Forbear: Enough, quoth he, ha' don:
Go, get your breakfast, then in haste
Summon the Gods; let no time waste:
Be diligent to let them know
I'd have their counsels 'gainst the foe.
Jove wisely thought few words were best,
Kept his intentions in his brest;
Onely he frown'd, and then he swore;
Said little, though he thought the more.
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Typhon the while, we may agree,
Did swear and rant as fast as he:
This news report did straight afford,
Typhon would come with fire and sword,
With him the stout Encelades,
With divers others great as these.
That Gyant Mimas fierce and proud,
Stood up, and spake his thoughts aloud;
He curs'd the Gods, and in his tale
Said much, that did as much prevail
With Typhon's humour: quoth he, Now
We all must make a solemn Vow
To be reveng'd of this same Jove,
That threatens Thunder from above:
Be you as me, and I as you,
We'll finde him work enough to do.
What if he doth somtimes with Thunder
Rend Steeples, Tow'rs, & Rocks a sunder?
Cannot we do the same, or can
He that which can't be done by man?
If we unite, by strength of arm,
Our valour shall outdo a Charm.
Couragious friends, what need we fear?
I'll pluck him from his stately Chayr
By th' beard, and thereby hurl him round,
Until his length upon the ground
Be measur'd: then I'll set in flames
His Starry house, and make his Dames
Or Goddesses from that time prove
The strength of me, and fate of Jove:
Nay, Venus, Pallas, Juno proud,
I'll get with bearn in softest cloud.
What if the Titans they did rout?
'Twas not because the Gods were stout;
It was a pannick fear possest
The Titans; they in thought possest,
At first gave way, anon they run:
So by their folly were undone:
From thence we must derive the date
Of Star-cross Tytan's rigid fate:
A meer Goat-skin affrighted so,
They ran without or stroak or blow,
As if they met (as people say)
Not to engage, but run away.
Those of them that appeared stout,
Were forc'd to do as did the rout;
And good shift too, for by Orlando,
A man can do but what he can do.
Did swear and rant as fast as he:
This news report did straight afford,
Typhon would come with fire and sword,
With him the stout Encelades,
With divers others great as these.
That Gyant Mimas fierce and proud,
Stood up, and spake his thoughts aloud;
He curs'd the Gods, and in his tale
Said much, that did as much prevail
With Typhon's humour: quoth he, Now
We all must make a solemn Vow
To be reveng'd of this same Jove,
That threatens Thunder from above:
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We'll finde him work enough to do.
What if he doth somtimes with Thunder
Rend Steeples, Tow'rs, & Rocks a sunder?
Cannot we do the same, or can
He that which can't be done by man?
If we unite, by strength of arm,
Our valour shall outdo a Charm.
Couragious friends, what need we fear?
I'll pluck him from his stately Chayr
By th' beard, and thereby hurl him round,
Until his length upon the ground
Be measur'd: then I'll set in flames
His Starry house, and make his Dames
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The strength of me, and fate of Jove:
Nay, Venus, Pallas, Juno proud,
I'll get with bearn in softest cloud.
What if the Titans they did rout?
'Twas not because the Gods were stout;
It was a pannick fear possest
The Titans; they in thought possest,
At first gave way, anon they run:
So by their folly were undone:
From thence we must derive the date
Of Star-cross Tytan's rigid fate:
A meer Goat-skin affrighted so,
They ran without or stroak or blow,
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Not to engage, but run away.
Those of them that appeared stout,
Were forc'd to do as did the rout;
And good shift too, for by Orlando,
A man can do but what he can do.
But we'll be like our selves: now see
Which of you all will follow me:
For he that dares in field to die,
Does in the bed of Honour lie:
Nor can those Heroes once be dead,
But sleep, when laid in Honours bed.
Which of you all will follow me:
For he that dares in field to die,
Does in the bed of Honour lie:
Nor can those Heroes once be dead,
But sleep, when laid in Honours bed.
Typhon with gladness hearing this,
Said to the rest, It were amiss
Long to defer their punishment.
Quoth Mimas then, By your consent
Let us all laugh, rant, tear the ground,
So loud, that they may hear the sound
On high, the place where they reside;
The noise will somwhat quell their pride:
A Match, then cry'd Porphyrion,
Who soon was answer'd by Thoon.
This Thoon was of Trojan birth,
And by Ulysses kill'd to earth.
Then joyntly they began to Hollow;
The chief among them were as follow:
Great Ephialtes, Neptune's son,
He who the attribute had won
Of Gyant huge, for strength and hew;
For he nine inches monthly grew:
Japet, Pelor, Celadon,
Athos, Damasor, Gration,
Cycaon, Clytius, Echion,
Pollibotes, Laomedon,
Pallenus, and Alcyoneus,
Almops, Cynus, and Besbeus,
Briareus, Ceractus, and Clius,
Anteus, Ascus, Titius,
Numantia, Gyas, Bergion,
Pallas, Lapetus, and Albion,
Lyncus, Buricus, Coeus,
Argyropes,and Aloeus,
Euritus, Agrius; with these,
The King of Thrace, Diomedes:
They all at once did howl and roar,
Made thousand antick tricks and more;
And on a sudden they did bawl,
A Typhon, Typhon, one and all.
Said to the rest, It were amiss
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Quoth Mimas then, By your consent
Let us all laugh, rant, tear the ground,
So loud, that they may hear the sound
On high, the place where they reside;
The noise will somwhat quell their pride:
A Match, then cry'd Porphyrion,
Who soon was answer'd by Thoon.
This Thoon was of Trojan birth,
And by Ulysses kill'd to earth.
Then joyntly they began to Hollow;
The chief among them were as follow:
Great Ephialtes, Neptune's son,
He who the attribute had won
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For he nine inches monthly grew:
Japet, Pelor, Celadon,
Athos, Damasor, Gration,
Cycaon, Clytius, Echion,
Pollibotes, Laomedon,
Pallenus, and Alcyoneus,
Almops, Cynus, and Besbeus,
Briareus, Ceractus, and Clius,
Anteus, Ascus, Titius,
Numantia, Gyas, Bergion,
Pallas, Lapetus, and Albion,
Lyncus, Buricus, Coeus,
Argyropes,and Aloeus,
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The King of Thrace, Diomedes:
They all at once did howl and roar,
Made thousand antick tricks and more;
And on a sudden they did bawl,
A Typhon, Typhon, one and all.
Whilst thus they did conspire below,
Jove in the clouds ran to and fro,
Banning and cursing Carman-like,
Commands that neither Gun, nor Pike,
Sword, Halbert, Headpiece, Back or Brest,
Be wanting in each quarter; rest
Abandons: thus he threatens wonders,
Which shortly he'd perform by Thunders;
Commandeth Mercury prepare
Some Exhalations fine and rare;
Use skill and art, but no remorse;
Get them by fair means or by force.
The speedy God in haste did run,
And told his Message to the Sun;
Who answer'd, he had no such trash
But what required ready Cash.
The little God assur'd him then,
If trust, he should be paid agen.
At length quoth Sol, Come, let me see,
I seldom deal with friends like thee:
Tell Jove, I'll furnish him with store;
And if he wants, he shall have more.
Mercury breaking air in haste,
Soon reacht his place forsaken last;
There found he all the Gods assembled,
Some stunk for fear, and others trembled
(At these fell Gyants impudence)
A third sort had nor wit nor sense.
As soon as Mercury they spy'd,
Before, behinde, on every side
They flockt about him, to enquire
What arms, what men, and what attire
The Gyants us'd against their foes.
Quoth Mercury, There's none but knows
As much as I: for can you think
That I, that forced was to wink
That little time I tarry'd there,
Could learn so much as one affair
Of what you have so lately spoke?
But I presume they fight with smoke:
For I so thorowly was fill'd
With fumes, that fearing to be kill'd,
I gladly scap'd away. The Gods,
By sighs, by symptoms, and by nods,
Exprest their careful zeal: for when
Gyants are more then meerly men,
And threaten to do more then elves,
The Gods should seem above themselves.
Jove in the clouds ran to and fro,
Banning and cursing Carman-like,
Commands that neither Gun, nor Pike,
Sword, Halbert, Headpiece, Back or Brest,
Be wanting in each quarter; rest
Abandons: thus he threatens wonders,
Which shortly he'd perform by Thunders;
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Some Exhalations fine and rare;
Use skill and art, but no remorse;
Get them by fair means or by force.
The speedy God in haste did run,
And told his Message to the Sun;
Who answer'd, he had no such trash
But what required ready Cash.
The little God assur'd him then,
If trust, he should be paid agen.
At length quoth Sol, Come, let me see,
I seldom deal with friends like thee:
Tell Jove, I'll furnish him with store;
And if he wants, he shall have more.
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Soon reacht his place forsaken last;
There found he all the Gods assembled,
Some stunk for fear, and others trembled
(At these fell Gyants impudence)
A third sort had nor wit nor sense.
As soon as Mercury they spy'd,
Before, behinde, on every side
They flockt about him, to enquire
What arms, what men, and what attire
The Gyants us'd against their foes.
Quoth Mercury, There's none but knows
As much as I: for can you think
That I, that forced was to wink
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Could learn so much as one affair
Of what you have so lately spoke?
But I presume they fight with smoke:
For I so thorowly was fill'd
With fumes, that fearing to be kill'd,
I gladly scap'd away. The Gods,
By sighs, by symptoms, and by nods,
Exprest their careful zeal: for when
Gyants are more then meerly men,
And threaten to do more then elves,
The Gods should seem above themselves.
Now by unanimous consent,
They straightway call'd a Parliament.
Down do they all in order sit,
(Not by their Honestie or Wit,
But) as in Honour they excel,
Their method was exactly well.
As for Example, God of Seas
Took place of him was God of Pease
Or Gardens; and the God of Wine
Preceded this, be'ng of the Line
And Royal Bloud of mighty Jove,
(Reasons strong enough to move)
To them came Jupiter, with Crown
On's head, on back Skie-colour'd Gown,
With Cupid bearing up his Train,
For fear of rents, or spots, or stain;
Neatly comb'd and curl'd his hair;
In's hand a Thunder-bolt he bare,
But not so big as them he throws
From high, t'exterminate his foes:
It was a Pocket-Thunderbolt,
Scarce big enough to kill a Colt
Not three days old; onely to shew
What Jupiter had pow'r to do:
And some there are which do presume
'Twas fill'd & stuff'd with sweet Perfume.
They straightway call'd a Parliament.
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(Not by their Honestie or Wit,
But) as in Honour they excel,
Their method was exactly well.
As for Example, God of Seas
Took place of him was God of Pease
Or Gardens; and the God of Wine
Preceded this, be'ng of the Line
And Royal Bloud of mighty Jove,
(Reasons strong enough to move)
To them came Jupiter, with Crown
On's head, on back Skie-colour'd Gown,
With Cupid bearing up his Train,
For fear of rents, or spots, or stain;
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In's hand a Thunder-bolt he bare,
But not so big as them he throws
From high, t'exterminate his foes:
It was a Pocket-Thunderbolt,
Scarce big enough to kill a Colt
Not three days old; onely to shew
What Jupiter had pow'r to do:
And some there are which do presume
'Twas fill'd & stuff'd with sweet Perfume.
Next unto him, with visage milde,
Old Time came creeping as a childe;
Weary'd, upon his Sythe he leant,
With coming thither almost spent:
He plac'd himself within a Chayr
Next his own son, that he might hear
The better. Age had struck him blinde,
Or deaf, the truth I cannot finde.
Old Time came creeping as a childe;
Weary'd, upon his Sythe he leant,
With coming thither almost spent:
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Next his own son, that he might hear
The better. Age had struck him blinde,
Or deaf, the truth I cannot finde.
Nor is't material. Pallas then,
(Who something knew belong'd to men)
At first sate down; but lifting breech
From seat, she thus deliver'd speech:
Ye Gods, we're here together met;
What then remains, but that we set
In Council how to manage Wars
With Gyants that occasion Jars?
(Who something knew belong'd to men)
At first sate down; but lifting breech
From seat, she thus deliver'd speech:
Ye Gods, we're here together met;
What then remains, but that we set
In Council how to manage Wars
With Gyants that occasion Jars?
Thus said, the Hector Mars stood up,
(And he it seems had got a Cup
Too much) he ratled Oaths so loud,
They crackt like Thunder in a cloud:
Quoth he, Away with all this noise;
I'll bring you Typhon and his boys
My self: the Gods would honour those
Too much, should they appear as foes:
Their weapons and themselves I scorn;
Who dares not die, should not be born.
(And he it seems had got a Cup
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They crackt like Thunder in a cloud:
Quoth he, Away with all this noise;
I'll bring you Typhon and his boys
My self: the Gods would honour those
Too much, should they appear as foes:
Their weapons and themselves I scorn;
Who dares not die, should not be born.
Quoth Jove, By all the Gods of Greece,
I'll make that Rascal hold his peace:
Thou Flash, 'twas Neptune's turn to speak.
Mars hearing this, began to sneak;
Sat down as quiet as a Lamb,
But in his heart did curse and damn.
I'll make that Rascal hold his peace:
Thou Flash, 'twas Neptune's turn to speak.
Mars hearing this, began to sneak;
Sat down as quiet as a Lamb,
But in his heart did curse and damn.
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Jove's brother having hauk'd and hum'd
I mean old Neptune cold land num'd,
And having spit a pool of Fleam,
That stuck in's throat, & spoil'd his theam
When put off hat, and made a bow,
He would have spoke, but knew not how
The Gods, that like himself were sage,
However, did respect his age,
Advis'd him cover head with hat,
For fear of cold: so down he sat,
Adjudging it more meet to sit,
Then standing up to cough and spit
Among the Gods, who not a few,
Were thereby almost like to spew.
Then Bacchus who was sitting by,
And laughing till he seem'd to cry,
Took Handkerchief, and wiping eyes,
Impos'd a silence in the skies:
But having drank his mornings dose,
Quoth he, In spight of Typhon's nose,
I'll an Imbargo lay on Wine;
Nor shall it be consum'd by Swine:
For such these Gyants are; if then
They want good Wine, like other men
They will appear; they're now the high'r
By help of Grape that does inspire.
The Gods themselves are but as Specter,
(So Men) if not refresht by Nectar.
If they continue drinking Wine,
Or feed upon Westphalia-swine,
Mushrooms, Shallots, Anchoves, and
The chiefest dainties of the Land:
So long as they shall have no lack
Of Sherry, Malago, and Sack;
They'll drink until they are as drunk
As they that fight for Madam Punk:
They'l call us rogues, & whores & Panders,
And those are excellent Mænders
Wherein (if Gyants are not watcht,
The Gods may suddenly be catcht.
I mean old Neptune cold land num'd,
And having spit a pool of Fleam,
That stuck in's throat, & spoil'd his theam
When put off hat, and made a bow,
He would have spoke, but knew not how
The Gods, that like himself were sage,
However, did respect his age,
Advis'd him cover head with hat,
For fear of cold: so down he sat,
Adjudging it more meet to sit,
Then standing up to cough and spit
Among the Gods, who not a few,
Were thereby almost like to spew.
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And laughing till he seem'd to cry,
Took Handkerchief, and wiping eyes,
Impos'd a silence in the skies:
But having drank his mornings dose,
Quoth he, In spight of Typhon's nose,
I'll an Imbargo lay on Wine;
Nor shall it be consum'd by Swine:
For such these Gyants are; if then
They want good Wine, like other men
They will appear; they're now the high'r
By help of Grape that does inspire.
The Gods themselves are but as Specter,
(So Men) if not refresht by Nectar.
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Or feed upon Westphalia-swine,
Mushrooms, Shallots, Anchoves, and
The chiefest dainties of the Land:
So long as they shall have no lack
Of Sherry, Malago, and Sack;
They'll drink until they are as drunk
As they that fight for Madam Punk:
They'l call us rogues, & whores & Panders,
And those are excellent Mænders
Wherein (if Gyants are not watcht,
The Gods may suddenly be catcht.
Thus Bacchus having gravely spoke,
Momus, that even then awoke,
(For he before had slept) stood up,
Quoth he, Give Bacchus t'other cup:
He that speaks sense deserves to drink;
Fill him some Nectar to the brink:
He spake sense now, but drank before;
Give him some drink, he'll utter more:
It should be (Ganimede) your part
To be provided with a Quart
For whoso wants. Thus went he on,
Till Jove cry'd out, No more, ha' done,
You carping Knave; or if you'll not,
I'll mince you small as herbs in pot:
Or if you drop a word i' th' way,
When any here hath ought to say:
This is no more a place for laughing,
Then for untimely talk, or quaffing.
For all these checks, you may believe
The Knave laught at him in his sleeve.
Momus, that even then awoke,
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Quoth he, Give Bacchus t'other cup:
He that speaks sense deserves to drink;
Fill him some Nectar to the brink:
He spake sense now, but drank before;
Give him some drink, he'll utter more:
It should be (Ganimede) your part
To be provided with a Quart
For whoso wants. Thus went he on,
Till Jove cry'd out, No more, ha' done,
You carping Knave; or if you'll not,
I'll mince you small as herbs in pot:
Or if you drop a word i' th' way,
When any here hath ought to say:
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Then for untimely talk, or quaffing.
For all these checks, you may believe
The Knave laught at him in his sleeve.
Then quoth Salasia, Neptune's wife,
This Momus does delight in strife.
More she'd have said, when Vulcan came
Limping to Jove, (for he was lame)
And Blacksmith-like, without a Band,
By'r leave, quoth he, with Cap in hand:
Great Sir, I judge we ought to shew
What dutie you may claim as due:
Yet if you have your eye or ear
From Momus, he doth laugh and jear.
This Momus does delight in strife.
More she'd have said, when Vulcan came
Limping to Jove, (for he was lame)
And Blacksmith-like, without a Band,
By'r leave, quoth he, with Cap in hand:
Great Sir, I judge we ought to shew
What dutie you may claim as due:
Yet if you have your eye or ear
From Momus, he doth laugh and jear.
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Then Jupiter I know it well,
He's such another fiend of hell:
Nor he, nor any of his Race,
Were ever worth a Fiddle-case.
But 'tis no matter: pray retire,
And tell us, thou great God of Fire,
The means to quell these Gyant-dogs.
Let me alone to forge out Clogs,
Quoth Vulcan: but I'll tell you, Sirs,
The best defence against the Curs
Is to bar up your windows all
With iron Grates, and raise your wall:
I'll forge them out so strong, you'll say,
The workman merits double pay:
They shall defend with so much ease,
Heav'n needs no other bars then these.
The thing requires some haste, I trow;
Straight to my Cyclops will I go,
And cause them beat with strength of arm
Bars to protect the Gods from harm.
So fare you well. 'Twas Momus now,
That next with tongue began to plow:
For 'tis to him as Cash and Diet
To talk, and poison to be quiet.
Quoth he, 'Tis foolish; Gyants are
So tall, they'll reach to iron bar,
There fix a hold, by that means get
Perhaps to place where now we sit:
For if they once get hold of Grate,
They'll quickly burst a room for pate;
And if the head does enter hollow,
The body certainly will follow:
Now let them use their utmost skill,
They can't get in, so hugely ill
Their holding is; for Gyant proud
Has nothing to embrace but cloud.
He's such another fiend of hell:
Nor he, nor any of his Race,
Were ever worth a Fiddle-case.
But 'tis no matter: pray retire,
And tell us, thou great God of Fire,
The means to quell these Gyant-dogs.
Let me alone to forge out Clogs,
Quoth Vulcan: but I'll tell you, Sirs,
The best defence against the Curs
Is to bar up your windows all
With iron Grates, and raise your wall:
I'll forge them out so strong, you'll say,
The workman merits double pay:
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Heav'n needs no other bars then these.
The thing requires some haste, I trow;
Straight to my Cyclops will I go,
And cause them beat with strength of arm
Bars to protect the Gods from harm.
So fare you well. 'Twas Momus now,
That next with tongue began to plow:
For 'tis to him as Cash and Diet
To talk, and poison to be quiet.
Quoth he, 'Tis foolish; Gyants are
So tall, they'll reach to iron bar,
There fix a hold, by that means get
Perhaps to place where now we sit:
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They'll quickly burst a room for pate;
And if the head does enter hollow,
The body certainly will follow:
Now let them use their utmost skill,
They can't get in, so hugely ill
Their holding is; for Gyant proud
Has nothing to embrace but cloud.
Quoth Jupiter, I pray give o'er;
We have consider'd this before:
What you say we'll prevent with Guard
Shall watch from time the Gods are barr'd;
And they conclude it must be Iron
That shall the Deities environ.
Thus having said, they all agree
To stand or fall by Jove's decree.
By this time night came on, and they
Adjourn'd to th' next approaching day:
For sitting all this while on Crupper,
From morning till the time of Supper,
They weary'd were; but now they come
As fast as legs could carry bum:
One party takes his way to Tavern,
Others dispose themselves for Cavern;
But he that made himself a guest,
However hasted to his rest.
We have consider'd this before:
What you say we'll prevent with Guard
Shall watch from time the Gods are barr'd;
And they conclude it must be Iron
That shall the Deities environ.
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To stand or fall by Jove's decree.
By this time night came on, and they
Adjourn'd to th' next approaching day:
For sitting all this while on Crupper,
From morning till the time of Supper,
They weary'd were; but now they come
As fast as legs could carry bum:
One party takes his way to Tavern,
Others dispose themselves for Cavern;
But he that made himself a guest,
However hasted to his rest.
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