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THE FURMETARY.
A very Innocent and Harmless POEM.
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Canto I.
No sooner did the Grey-Ey'd Morning peep,
And yawning Mortals stretch themselves from sleep;
Finders of Gold were now but newly past,
And Basket-Women did to Market haste:
The Watchmen were but just returning home,
To give the Thieves more Liberty to roam,
When from a Hill, by growing Beams of Light,
A stately Pile was offered to the Sight;
Three spacious Doors let Passengers go through,
And distant Stones did terminate their view:
Just here, as Ancient Poets sing, there stood,
The Noble Palace of the Valiant Lud;
His Image now appears in Portland Stone,
Each side supported by a God-like Son.
But underneath all the Three Heroes Shine,
In Living Colours, drawn upon a Sign,
Which shows the way to Ale, but not to Wine.
Near is a Place enclos'd with Iron-Bars,
Where many Mortals Curse their Cruel Stars,
When brought by Usurers into Distress,
For having Little, still must live on Less:
Stern Avarice keeps the Relentless Door,
And bids each Wretch Eternally be Poor.
Hence Hunger rises, dismally he Stalks,
And takes each single Pris'ner in his Walks:
This Duty done, the meager Monster stares,
Holds up his Bones, and thus begins his Pray'rs.
Thou Goddess Famine, that canst send us Blights,
With parching Heat by Day, and Storm by Nights:
Assist me now, so may all Lands be thine,
And Shoals of Orphans at thy Altars pine:
Long may thy Reign continue on each Shore,
Where-ever Peace and Plenty reign'd before.
I must confess, that to thy gracious Hand,
I Widows owe, that are at my Command;
I joy to hear their numerous Childrens Cries,
And bless thy Power to find they've no Supplies.
I thank thee for those Martyrs who would fly,
From Superstitious Rites and Tyranny,
And find their fullness of reward in me.
But 'tis with much Humility I own,
That generous Favour you have lately shown,
When Men that bravely have their Country, serv'd,
Receiv'd the just Reward that they deserv'd,
And are preferr'd to me, and shall be starv'd.
I can, but with Regret, I can despise,
Innumerable of the London Cries:
When Pease, and Mack'rel, with their harsher Sound,
The tender Organs of my Ears confound;
But that which makes my Projects all miscarry,
Is this Inhuman, Fatal Furmetary.
And yawning Mortals stretch themselves from sleep;
Finders of Gold were now but newly past,
And Basket-Women did to Market haste:
The Watchmen were but just returning home,
To give the Thieves more Liberty to roam,
When from a Hill, by growing Beams of Light,
A stately Pile was offered to the Sight;
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And distant Stones did terminate their view:
Just here, as Ancient Poets sing, there stood,
The Noble Palace of the Valiant Lud;
His Image now appears in Portland Stone,
Each side supported by a God-like Son.
But underneath all the Three Heroes Shine,
In Living Colours, drawn upon a Sign,
Which shows the way to Ale, but not to Wine.
Near is a Place enclos'd with Iron-Bars,
Where many Mortals Curse their Cruel Stars,
When brought by Usurers into Distress,
For having Little, still must live on Less:
Stern Avarice keeps the Relentless Door,
And bids each Wretch Eternally be Poor.
Hence Hunger rises, dismally he Stalks,
And takes each single Pris'ner in his Walks:
This Duty done, the meager Monster stares,
Holds up his Bones, and thus begins his Pray'rs.
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With parching Heat by Day, and Storm by Nights:
Assist me now, so may all Lands be thine,
And Shoals of Orphans at thy Altars pine:
Long may thy Reign continue on each Shore,
Where-ever Peace and Plenty reign'd before.
I must confess, that to thy gracious Hand,
I Widows owe, that are at my Command;
I joy to hear their numerous Childrens Cries,
And bless thy Power to find they've no Supplies.
I thank thee for those Martyrs who would fly,
From Superstitious Rites and Tyranny,
And find their fullness of reward in me.
But 'tis with much Humility I own,
That generous Favour you have lately shown,
When Men that bravely have their Country, serv'd,
Receiv'd the just Reward that they deserv'd,
And are preferr'd to me, and shall be starv'd.
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Innumerable of the London Cries:
When Pease, and Mack'rel, with their harsher Sound,
The tender Organs of my Ears confound;
But that which makes my Projects all miscarry,
Is this Inhuman, Fatal Furmetary.
Not far from hence, just by the Bridge of Fleet,
With Spoon and Porringers, and Napkin neat,
A Faithless Syren does entice the Sense,
By Fumes of Viands, which she does dispence,
To mortal Stomachs, for rewarding Pence.
Whilst each Man's earliest Thoughts would banish me,
Who have no other Oracle but thee.
With Spoon and Porringers, and Napkin neat,
A Faithless Syren does entice the Sense,
By Fumes of Viands, which she does dispence,
To mortal Stomachs, for rewarding Pence.
Whilst each Man's earliest Thoughts would banish me,
Who have no other Oracle but thee.
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Canto II.
Whilst such like Prayers keen Hunger would advance,Fainting and Weakness threw him in a Trance:
Famine took pity on her careful Slave,
And kindly to him this Assistance gave.
She took the Figure of a thin parch'd Maid,
Who many Years had for a Husband staid;
And coming near to Hunger, thus she said:
My Darling Son, whilst Peace and Plenty smile,
And Happiness would over-run this Isle,
I joy to see, by this thy present care,
I've still some Friends remaining since the War:
In spite of us, A. does on Venison feed,
And Bread and Butter is for B. decreed;
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To pass their Minutes with the sparkling Boul,
H, I's good Nature from his endless Store,
Is still conferring Blessings on the Poor,
For none, except 'tis K, regards them more.
L, M, N, O, P, Q, is vainly great,
And squanders half his Substance in a Treat:
Nice Eating by R, S, is understood,
T's Supper, tho' 'tis little, yet 'tis good;
U's Conversation's equal to his Wine,
You Sup with W, when e'er you Dine:
X, Y, and Z, hating to be confin'd,
Ramble to the next Eating-House they find.
Pleasant, good Humour'd, Beautiful and Gay,
Sometimes with Musick, and sometimes with Play,
Prolong their Pleasures till th' approaching Day.
And per se And alone, as Poets use,
The starving Dictates of my Rules pursues;
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Nor has he any constant Place to Dine,
But all his Notions of a Meal are mine.
Haste, haste, to him, a Blessing give from me,
And bid him write sharp things on Furmetry:
But I would have thee to Coffedro go,
And let Tobacco too thy Business know;
With famous Teedrums in this Case advise,
Rely on Sagoe, who is always wise:
Amidst such Counsel banish all Despair,
Trust me, you shall succeed in this Affair:
That Project which they Furmetary call,
Before next Breakfast-time shall surely fall.
This said, she quickly vanish'd in a Wind,
Had long within her Body been confin'd:
Thus Hercules, when he his Mistress found,
Soon knew her by her Scent, and by her Sound.
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Canto III.
Hunger
rejoic'd to hear the blest Command,
That Furmetary should no longer stand;
With speed he to Coffeedro's Mansion flies,
And bids the pale-fac'd Mortal quickly rise:
Arise, my Friend, for upon thee do wait,
Dismal Events, and Prodigies of Fate!
'Tis break of Day, thy sooty Broth prepare,
And all thy other Liquors for a War:
Rouse up Tobacco, whose delicious sight,
Illuminated round with Beams of Light,
To my impatient Mind will cause Delight.
How will he conquer Nostrils that presume
To stand th' Attack of his impetuous Fume,
Let handsome Teedrums too be call'd to Arms,
For he has Courage in the midst of Charms:
Sago with Counsel fills his wakeful Brains,
But then his Wisdom countervails his Pains;
'Tis he shall be your Guide, he shall effect,
That glorious Conquest which we all expect:
The brave Hectorvus shall command this Force,
He'll meet Tubcarrio's Foot, or which is worse,
Oppose the fury of Carmanniel's Horse.
For his Reward, this he shall have each Day,
Drink Coffee, then strut out, and never pay.
That Furmetary should no longer stand;
With speed he to Coffeedro's Mansion flies,
And bids the pale-fac'd Mortal quickly rise:
Arise, my Friend, for upon thee do wait,
Dismal Events, and Prodigies of Fate!
'Tis break of Day, thy sooty Broth prepare,
And all thy other Liquors for a War:
Rouse up Tobacco, whose delicious sight,
Illuminated round with Beams of Light,
To my impatient Mind will cause Delight.
How will he conquer Nostrils that presume
To stand th' Attack of his impetuous Fume,
Let handsome Teedrums too be call'd to Arms,
For he has Courage in the midst of Charms:
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But then his Wisdom countervails his Pains;
'Tis he shall be your Guide, he shall effect,
That glorious Conquest which we all expect:
The brave Hectorvus shall command this Force,
He'll meet Tubcarrio's Foot, or which is worse,
Oppose the fury of Carmanniel's Horse.
For his Reward, this he shall have each Day,
Drink Coffee, then strut out, and never pay.
It was not long e'er the Grandees were met,
And round News-Papers, in full Order set;
Then Sago rising said, I hope you hear,
Hunger's Advice with an obedient Ear;
Our great Design admits of no delay,
Famine Commands, and we must all Obey:
That Syren which does Furmetary keep,
Long since is risen from the Bands of Sleep;
Her Spoons and Porringers with Art display'd,
Many of Hunger's Subjects have betray'd:
To Arms (Hectorvus cry'd) Coffeedro stout
Issue forth Liquor from thy scalding Spout;
Great One-and-All-i gives the first Alarms,
Then each Man snatches up offensive Arms.
To Ditch of Fleet couragiously they run,
Quicker than Thought; the Battle is begun:
Hectorvus first Tubcarrio does attack,
And by surprize soon lays him on his Back;
Thirsto and Drowtho then approaching near,
Soon overthrow two Magazines of Beer.
And round News-Papers, in full Order set;
Then Sago rising said, I hope you hear,
Hunger's Advice with an obedient Ear;
Our great Design admits of no delay,
Famine Commands, and we must all Obey:
That Syren which does Furmetary keep,
Long since is risen from the Bands of Sleep;
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Many of Hunger's Subjects have betray'd:
To Arms (Hectorvus cry'd) Coffeedro stout
Issue forth Liquor from thy scalding Spout;
Great One-and-All-i gives the first Alarms,
Then each Man snatches up offensive Arms.
To Ditch of Fleet couragiously they run,
Quicker than Thought; the Battle is begun:
Hectorvus first Tubcarrio does attack,
And by surprize soon lays him on his Back;
Thirsto and Drowtho then approaching near,
Soon overthrow two Magazines of Beer.
The Innocent Syrena little thought,
That all these Arms against her self were brought;
Nor that in her Defence the Drink was spilt:
How could she fear, that never yet knew Guilt?
Her fragrant Juice, and her delicious Plumbs,
She does dispense, (with Gold upon her Thumbs)
Virgins and Youths arround her stood; she sate,
Inviron'd with a Wooden-Chair of State.
That all these Arms against her self were brought;
Nor that in her Defence the Drink was spilt:
How could she fear, that never yet knew Guilt?
Her fragrant Juice, and her delicious Plumbs,
She does dispense, (with Gold upon her Thumbs)
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Inviron'd with a Wooden-Chair of State.
In the mean time Tobacco strives to vex
A numerous Squadron of the Tender Sex;
What with strong Smoak, and with his stronger Breath,
He Funks Basketia and her Son to Death.
A numerous Squadron of the Tender Sex;
What with strong Smoak, and with his stronger Breath,
He Funks Basketia and her Son to Death.
Coffeedro then with Teedrums, and the Band,
Who carry'd scalding Liquors in their Hand;
Throw watry Ammunition in their Eyes,
On which Syrena's Party, frightned flies:
Carmannio straight drives up a Bulwork strong,
And Horse opposes to Coffeedro's Throng.
Coledrivio stands for bright Syrena's Guard,
And all her rallied Forces are prepar'd;
Carmannio then to Teedrums Squadron makes,
And the lean Mortal by the Buttons takes;
Not Teedrums Arts Carmannio could beseech,
But his rough Valour throws him in the Ditch.
Syrena, tho' surpriz'd, resolv'd to be
The Great Bonduca of her Furmetry:
Before her Throne couragiously she stands,
Managing Ladlesful with both her Hands.
The numerous Plumbs, like Hail-shot flew about,
And Plenty soon dispers'd the Meager Rout.
Who carry'd scalding Liquors in their Hand;
Throw watry Ammunition in their Eyes,
On which Syrena's Party, frightned flies:
Carmannio straight drives up a Bulwork strong,
And Horse opposes to Coffeedro's Throng.
Coledrivio stands for bright Syrena's Guard,
And all her rallied Forces are prepar'd;
Carmannio then to Teedrums Squadron makes,
And the lean Mortal by the Buttons takes;
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But his rough Valour throws him in the Ditch.
Syrena, tho' surpriz'd, resolv'd to be
The Great Bonduca of her Furmetry:
Before her Throne couragiously she stands,
Managing Ladlesful with both her Hands.
The numerous Plumbs, like Hail-shot flew about,
And Plenty soon dispers'd the Meager Rout.
So have I seen, at Fair that's nam'd from Horn,
Many a Ladle's Blow, by Prentice born;
In vain he strives their Passions to asswage,
With Threats would frighten; with soft Words engage;
Until thro' Milky-Gauntlet soundly beat,
His prudent Heels secure a quick Retreat.
Many a Ladle's Blow, by Prentice born;
In vain he strives their Passions to asswage,
With Threats would frighten; with soft Words engage;
Until thro' Milky-Gauntlet soundly beat,
His prudent Heels secure a quick Retreat.
Jamq; opus exegi, quod nec Jovis Ira nec Ignis,
Nec poterit ferrum, nec edax abolere vetustas.
Nec poterit ferrum, nec edax abolere vetustas.
THE END.
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