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TEXNEEPOLIMOGAMA[Greek]: or, the marriage of armes and arts, July 12. 1651

Being an Accompt of the Act at Oxon. to a Friend. By R. W. [i.e. Robert Whitehall]

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Quæ sequitur manca est numero sensuque Propago.



Τεχνηπολομαγαμια:

OR, The Marriage of Arms and Arts, &c.

Now! are ye not all Infidels that thought
The long-expected Act would come to nought?
As if Mars still were Heathen, had to doe
With Venus, and not with Minerva too:
As if such termes as these were opposite,
The Sword and th'Word, Attlas and th'Stagirite;
Termes meerly Identicall, by Grammer Law,
S suæ Protestatis littera;
So Ars and Mars by an Aphæresis
Become the very same, (shake hands and kisse;)
As if the Gowne were aw'd by the Commander
Or Aristotle at odds with Alexander;
As if the Snake about the knowledge Tree
Still had his Sting, still his Malignity.
Arts now and Armes United, their Protector
Is no fictitious George, but Reall Hector.
In him old Authors all doe acquiesce
(Unlesse Don Scotus be againe i'th' presse)
But Zanchius, Dan Sennert: and all the Maps
May chink within their Chaine nor feare Mishaps;
Euclid was never in esteeme more high
Since

Luc. Flo. li. 1.

Romulus began to fortifie;

When he (the Proto-Leveller) had thrown
(Impregnable!) three mole hills into one.
But misty Scotus speaks as far from True
As Bonnet from Square-caps, as Black from Blew;
Or Case from Fiddle, as a Groome or Page
From high and Mighty Bajasets i'th' Cage.
Hee's knotty and obscure, (so fare him well)
An other speaks more in a syllable;


It could not sink of late into our thoughts
Will: Cartwright would goe off for 13. groats;
Since whom 'twas blaz'd that Pegasus was dead
O'th' staggers, or a Dyzinesse i'th' Head,
But since his hoofe was pick't and par'd, 'tis found,
He sets his foot more firmely on the ground.
Judgements the Traytor, Phant'sie is allow'd,
Shees above all, but never in a Clowd;
Or if she be obfuscate, Phœbus will
Enlighten her, and sometimes guide the Quill;
But where the Clowd upon the Brow appeares,
The Bitten Lipp, the blewnesse of the Eares;
Starting and gazing North in stead of East,
These are the Characters, beware the beast.
But Poets, (poore May blossomes) know not how
To be disloyall, or to knit the Brow;
If they offend 'tis on some pleasing theames
(I hope no arraigning Phantsie for her Dreams,)
They never hold up hands but when they see
Lex Talionis, or some Prodigie:
They have no Iron-mittons, socks indeed
Or Buskins they can lend you for a need;
But heer's no Rollo, no pale Umbra—No,
Others have had too much of that, and so
This leads me to the Act, where doth appeare
A Jubile in th'one and fiftieth yeare.
Roome then; but yet no Amphitheater
(The Caledonian Bore may fight elsewhere;)
No Captaine Otto with Bull Beare and Horse,
Or what may fright the female gender worse:
No Melancholly scene of Dumpish Love
Brought in a Maze, or Cupid from above:
No Porcupine, no Dancing on the Rope,
No nipping Cardinall, or cramping Pope:
No Roscius, no Taylor on the stage,
No Cane, nor Timothy (to please the Page)


Though none of these, though playes are out of date
And exits formidable grown of late;
Though neither Mimick fond, nor satyr rough
To make the Maddam leave behind her Muff;
Yet somewhat was presented by the Arts
Of higher Nature, and as many

π[]τασις. επιτασις. κατασ[]φη.

Parts

Besides Trojani Ludi and Florales,
And (to prevent ill luck)

Liv. li. 5. Dec. 3

Apollinares;

And you'l confesse this Rolling eye so cleare,
More spectacles had beene Pleonasmes here.
Now for a stand 5. crownes,—the Devill is
O're Lincolne—Brazen nose is not amisse;
Jove's

Semele.

Phænix, and our Brother Phaeton

Forbid too neer approaches to the Sun.
Break out the worlds bright Eye! see how they muster
Like Autumne grapes in one entire Ripe Cluster!
Their full-fraught Sable Gownes so large and wide
Demonstrate they can Sayle 'gainst winde and Tide.
Thus Zephyrus brings his offering, that the sweat
Of either fex added to July's heat
(Corrected) might such Atoms get, such Men,
(By Plato's rule) as Oedipus agen.
Wee'l side with him in this, (nor care who know it)
So hee'l allow the Common-wealth a Poet.
(The Musick-Lecturer if he had put on
All his Platonick Ladies, they had got one.)
Those Vestall Virgins that came up to light
Their fire extinct at Phœbus ere 'twas night,
Here I could break Times hower-glasse that run
The day away before it was begun.
Some say, Sol took fresh horses that could fly,
And that he borrow'd two of

The Oxford Carrier.

Edgerly:

When shining in his face, he got's good will,
(And then young Hercules he call'd him still)
And told him if deny'd, he'd make him passe
For th'Sarazan through a Multiplying-glasse:
And so, by consequence, against his will,
Be th'

The Sarazans head his Inne.

Signe and Carrier too upon Snow-hill.



Help here ye water-Nymphs, and give a word
With glosse enough to set out Oxen-ford;
Would I were now i'th' sell with Timon, he
Once out of Athens had his Privacy;
But O the Dinne! now-now-that Rampant hum
Has put me cleane by an Exordium;
Where shall I now begin, or rally up
The scattered nine, unlesse I had a Cup
Of Helicon—'tis so—well thought upon,
Ile steal to Aristotles Well alone,
And find 'um there—hold, Father—Ile ha'none,
—No Suger—keepe the horne to for—
—A Synagogue here to!—would I were i'th' stocks
At Heddenton, for here my Tinder-box
Is not a place secure enough to keepe
Its anxious Master from the vulgar peepe.
This Act—(I'le rest my Grandsiers bones if I
Am not distracted into Drollery,
And know not how to help it) I say this Act
Was well perform'd de Jure and de fact;
No Muse assizes here, (nequam eget)
Hark! th'Eccho prompts the Malefactor, Legit.
Here's Munus, but no Bustuarii, (Tricks,
O'th' Romans that would fight th'condemn'd to Styx)
By Inspiration of this very place
He finds his Neck verse, and an Act of Grace.
Free grace (as some will have it) but the wise
Allow (though not o'th' Ropes) yet Exercise.
And such there was i'th' Roman Idiom
(Yet Barklays style) that all was hush and Mum.
And (as 'tis fam'd of Jupiter) their Eare
Chain'd up to Terræ filius his Chaire.
(Besides some subtle questians pro and con
Encouragement for youth to bring it on)
Sarcasmes fly about, and now they itch
Till Terræ filius give the Chain a Twitch.
And then they rayle at Barkley, say he gott
Philoclea with child, and was a Scott.


Which to define aright (they were so bold)
They said he was a lowse of nine yeares old.
But this was Taylers talke, (to right our Mother)
I mean not Water-Iohn, nor yet that other,
Not Τεχνηχως, but by Profession
(Of these in each new pocket there was one)
These make not

Ipsa Deum fertur genetrix Berecynthia. Virgil.

Berecynthia's Wedding-Gowne,

Shee'l have the Make and Spinning of her owne,
Not loose, as ready still to fall to th'ground,
Nor yet o'th'newest fashion, pinion'd;
But in the middle way (the Golden Rule
Of Mediocrity is in her Schoole)
And yet by one of her seven Sons she hopes
To have it lin'd with Bayes, and set with Tropes.
Now Orpheus Junior mounts, (begin the Dance)
The Ladies please themselves into a Trance.
To Cato's brood he whispers in their eare,
That th'scornfull Lady is forbidden here,
Who with her queamish stomach cryes—amisse,
Because (forsooth) she would get out—
It works, it works; which to prevent, while he
Division runs, they crosse-legg'd Lo: La: Mi:
Like Randall's meeke

A. B. P. i'th' Muses Looking-glasse.

Aorgus—O for him

To help me out with matter fill'd to th'brim.
Look how the Swallowes, darting to and fro
St. Maries, imitate the Roman

Lucky.

Crow:

And the Suns bright flame-colour'd beames that come
Upon the Prophets heads, the

A yellow veil used in the Roman Nuptials.

Flammeum.

The Rostrum, and Subsellia, and Men
Speak Marcus Cicero alive agen:
But that the Judges by their smiles portend
Here was no Catiline that did offend.
Who then forbids the Nuptials of the Nine?
Duke Humphrey ne'r afforded better Wine:
A pittance too of

Nepotia.

Venison to th'Sack,

Enough to prove us sons of Isaac.
The Musick-men will sit and nod all night,
And keep time with their heads till it be light.


Nay one of them, I heard him tell his fellowes,
Would play to please us, though upon the Gallowes.
Some say Sir Thomas Bodly through a cleft
Of our old dry Nurse (Earth) lookt up, and left
This testimony, that if he were sent
Hither againe, he never would repent.
Who then forbids the Banes? Speak, Shadow, say;
(And vanish) was it not a glorious day?
If nothing be objected, right or wrong,
Wee'l celebrate these Nuptials with a Song.

SONG.

Off with thy Gauntlet, Mars, and yeeld
The Bucklers, and resigne thy shield,
The Muses judged it fit:
Not to deprive thee of thy right,
But they desire to scowre 'em bright
That on Parnassus sit.
See how the Book expanded lies,
With Wisdome put before our eyes,
And after happinesse;
A Crowne for a reward is set
In Gold, as th'letters are in Jett
That never knew the Presse.

The University Arms.


Philosophers shall study more
For th'hidden Stone than heretofore,
And Alcumists blow faster:
And when poore

B. J. his Alcumist.

Lungs is worne away,

'Twill be enough for him to say
He did it for his Master.

CHORUS.

Then feare we not those
With Rhinoceros Nose,
Nor the venemous tooth to bite us;
Let us dance out the Rushes
In spite of their Tushes,
For the Goddesses all will right us.
Then let Flora bring Roses,
To make us all Poses,
Sing Talassio, Caius, and Caia;
Let none dare to grin
Till the Dog-dayes begin,
Nor yet stamp, for the Muses will pay-a.
Juno, Diana, Suadula, Venus, Jove,
Crowne what is acted here below, above.
THE END.