All the vvorkes of Iohn Taylor the water-poet Beeing sixty and three in number. Collected into one volume by the author: vvith sundry new additions corrected, reuised, and newly imprinted, 1630.

The praise of cleane Linnen. VVITH THE COMMENDABLE VSE OF THE LAVNDRES.

DEDICATED TO THE MOST MONDIFYING, CLARI∣FYING, PVRIFYING, AND REPVRIFYING, CLEANSER, Clearer, and Reformer of deformed and polluted Linnen, Martha Legge Esquiresse, transparent, vnspotted, Snow Lilly-white Laundresse to the Right worshipfull and generous the Innes of Court, of the middle Temple, with diuers others in the ranke of Nobility, Gentility, and tranquility: your poore and vnknowne Poeticall Oratour IOHN TAYLOR, in humility and ••••••, cranes your Patronages ability, in defence of his imbecility.

MOst cleanely and profest Antagonist to vermine, dirt, and filth, •••••• Dragmatus the Diagotian Stigmatist very worthily wrot in hi•••• Treatise of the Antiquitie of Shapparoones and carelesse Band•• Rushtoy ton tumeron smolensco whish wherlibumque. Which is in Eng∣lish, That to conserue and keepe cleane, is as much or more then to make cleane: and I know by long experience that your paines and industry not onely makes our polluted Linnen cleane, but also to conserue and preserue •••• in that neatnesse and purity as is correspondent for our health and wholesome∣nesse: vpon these gratefull confiderations. I haue presumed to consecrate these vnpolish'd lines to your vnspotted Cleanlinesse) not doubting but the lathering suds of vour lennitie, will wash away all such faults as are not herein committe•••• through want of ignorance; and with the white Starch of your firme constancy, you will stiffen the weakenesse of my feeble and limber, labours, that it may be able to stand like a stout, Mastiffe Dogge, against the opposition of all detracting Nungerels; I haue in this ensuing volume, set forth the praise and commenda∣tions of Cleane Linnen, with the honourable paines of the Laundresse; which word Laundres I finde to be both vnfitting and derogatory to your comly, com∣mendable, laudable, neate, sweet and seemely calling; for the Anagram of Laun∣dre.

SLAVVNDER, which name or Epithite is halfe a slawnder to your suri∣•••••• for to be a Laundres, imports onely to wash or dresse Lawne, which is as •••••••• impeachment as to cal a lustice of the Peace, a Beadle; a Dyer, a Scaldragge; or ••••••••••nger, a seller of Gubbins. No, my most laborious and purifying Patro∣•••••• your glory shall no longer be Ecclipsed, to be termed a bare Lawndres, or a •••••••• of Lawne, but a Hollandresse, Tiffanie-dresse, Lawndresse, Lockrumdresse, ••••wlesdresse, Callicute and Canuas-dresse, which in the totall is a Linnendresse, •••••••• you are the onely Linnen Armouresse, Cap a pea from the declination of the •••••• to the exaltation of the Nightcap, and from the loftie Quoyse, to the lowly ••eloued Smockeskirt; and herein I am strucke into admiration, at the vn∣•••••••• alour, that champion-like doth accompany and constantly defend ••our cha••titie; For you dare in a morning to enter a Gentlemans chamber, to ••••ppe him out of his foule shirt in his bed, to haue him at your bare and naked •••••••• and then like a vertuous victor, in pittie and commiseration, you put a •••••••• shirt on his backe, leauing him in a clearer and farre sweeter case then you ••ound him; no doubt but such obiects are prouocatory temptations to fraile •••••• and bloud: but as I said before, your courage and constancie alwaies brings •••••• fairely off and on, though thousands weaker vessels of ••••••alitie would bee ••••'d in these vnbloudie bickerings. As for your good Husband, who is Legge •••••• name, my poore Muse makes a legge in courtesie to him and you both. Some •••••• Coxcombes in Wit and iudgement will terme him a Cobler, whilest ••ood mannors entitles him a Translator. When I thinke vpon the simpathie and •••••• pondancie of both your qualities, I approue Fortune for a wise cunning woman in clapping such a coniuriction together; for he is a mender, and you •••••• a mundifier or to speake truth, you are both menders, and God knowes how ••••any will be hanged before they will mend: your Ar•• is to keepe our bodies ••••weet and cleane, and his Trade is to set our wicked and crooked soales right and ••right; hee is a firme and stableman, and waxeth much oftner then hee wanes; •••••• workers sildome aboue the legge, which shewes the true loue that he beares ••••••his Name and •••••• Legges are of much more antiquity then Linnen, in ••gard ••whereof•••• •••••••••••• being of the younger •••••• doth good seruice many •••••••• betweene the Legges and you and your husband may by name and na∣••••re, very Poe••••••ly make an Herameter; Legges are the supporters and por∣•••••• that vphold and carry man, fowle, and beast. A good Legge is a great grace •••••••• dis••••••••••y ess•••••• in the ••••••••e, and not too much spindled in the small, ••••••my noble Translator knowes that a Boot is an armour for a good Legge, and •••••• or •••••• for a bad; to which acknowledgement many a Gentleman V∣•••••• will say Probatumest: of all parts of the Body the Legge beares the pricke •••••• •••••••• It is embrodred with Veines, inlaid with Arteries, enchased with

Nerues, interlac'd with Muscles, ennamel'd with Sinewes, interwouen with Membranes, intermixt with Tenons, embost with Ankles, hauing a Neat Fo•••• for a man, and fiue Toes for Pages to attend it. More for the honour of Legges •••••• what is better meat then the Legges of Beife, Mutton, Lambe, Porke, Capon •••••• Turkey, Goose or Woodcocke? Nay, there is such vertue in them, that any rea∣sonable Cooke with a Stooles Legge (and something else) will make good broth•• To finish my prolixious short, briefe, and tedious dedication, I wish that yo•• and your Husband in coniugall combination, in the way of Procreation, ma•••• multiply and make Legges, which is a part of good Manners and Courtesie•••• whereof these vnmannerly times is almost barren. Thus referring my selfe and my labours to bee accepted and censured according to the purity and integ•••••• of both your reforming functions, with my prayers for the cleane amendmen•• of all foulers of Linnen, and the reforming of all bad Legges, for the better sup∣portation of Washers, Starchers and Translator: I remaine,

He whose sinfull shirt lyes humbly at the mercy of your washing Bowl••

IOHN TAYLOR.

The praise of Cleane Linnen.

MY Muse no tydings brings from Prester Iohn, Not from the •••••• or the Torrid Zon••: She hath not search't •••••••••• •••••••••• Nor forag'd ouer Affrisks-scorched grounds•• For this here vnder wr••t I trauel'd not Vnto the Welch the Irish, or the Soo••: To Towne nor Citty did I make re••••ine Nor did I buy in Market or in Faire This Linnen treasure, but is B•••••• •••••••• Where (cares except) •••••• fellow had I none. My drowzy Muse awak'd, and straight she meets This wel-beloued subiect, twixt ••••heet••. Yet though not farre my Mnse for it did rome, I did accept it when she brought it home, And taking pen in hand, ••••gan to write, What you may read, and reading take delight. And O sweet Linnen, humbly I implore, (Though of thee I haue no 〈…〉〈…〉 store) Yet for I am thy seruant •••• this time, And with my Muse attend thee with my rime, Ass•••••• thy Poet, neuer let him lacke A comely, cleanly shirt vnto his backe. Cleane Linnen it my Mist •••••• and my Theame•• Flower, like an ouer-flowing plenceous streame, But first I will discouer what I meane, By this same seemly word, which men call Clean•••• As Titans light's offenciue to the Owl••••, So, Clean•• is opposite to what is s•••••• Yet (in the ayre) some flying Fowle there are, Which tane, and cleanly drest••are Fowle cleane •••••• But ••••••ly drest, when it is fairely tooke: Foule is that Fowle, a foule ill take that Cooke. But to the word cal'd Cleane, it is allotted, The admirable Epithite Vnspotted, From whence all soyl'd pollutions is exiled, And therefore Cleans is called vndesiled: 'Tis •••••• clari••••t 'tis mundsfi'd, And from impurity is purisi'd. But to be truly Cleane is such a state, As •••••• the Noble name imm••ealate: And I wish all mankind the grace might win, To be (as here I meane) all Cleane within. As 'tis •••• grace •• man •• man to be, If ••••••ard for ••••d wan•• inward honesty: So Linnes if with (Cleane) it be not grac'd, 'Tis noy some, ••••••••••, and it giues distaste. As •••••• than or woman doth adorne, So (Cleane) is Linnen•• vertue; and is worne For pleasure, profit, and for ornament, Throughout the Wo••••••s most spacious continent. Much more of this word (Cleane) might here be But tediousnesse is enemy to wit, Cleane ••••••men now my verse deseends to thee, Thou that preordinsted wert to be, Our Corps first Couer, at our naked birth: And our last garment when we turne to Earth.

•••••• all men Cleane Linnen should espie, •• M••ments of mortalitie: •••••• a Sheet vnto the greatest State, •••• Alp•••• and Omega of his fate. •••• our birth's Cleane Linnen doth attend vs, ••••h it all our whole liues race befriend vs; ••••••, at home, in Church or Common-wealth, ••••••, or boord, in sickenesse and in health. •••••• forth the Churches puritie, •••• ••potlesse Doctrine, and integritie: •••• State Angelicall, white innocence, •••••• ••••••sing loue, and bright magnificence. ••••e for Linnen doe the Church forsake, ••••doe a Surplice for a Bug-bear•• take. ••••alwayes to the Church I bring mine eares, ••••••eyes to hote what roabes Church-men weares: •••••• from the Church, let vs returne but home. •••••• •••••••••• there the cloth is said against you come: •••••• ••••ging hunger make the Stomacke wroth, •••• halfe asswag'd by laying of the Cloth. •••••• in the warres of eating 'tis the vse, •••••• Table of cloth is hungers flagge of Truce: •••••• in the fight the Napkins are your friends, •••••• wait vpon you, at your fingers ends. •••••• Dinner and your Supper ouer-past, •••••• linnen in your beds, you are imbrac'd, •••••• ••, 'twixt the sheetes refreshing rest you take, ••••turne from side to side, and sleepe and wake: ••••re the sheetes in euery Christian Nation •••• walles or limits of our generation, •••••• where desire, and loue, combined meets, •••••• there's braue doings 'twixt a paire of sheets: •••••• where a Harlots lust doth entertaine, ••••here one sheets pennance, bides the shames of twaine: •••••• all degrees my counsaile here is such •••••• of the lower sheet, take not too much. •••••• from our beds we doe oft cast our eyes, ••••Linnen yeelds a shirt before we rise, Which is a garment shisting in condition, ••••nd in the Canting tongue is a Commission: •••••• ••eale, or woe, in ioy or dangerous drifts, •••••• will put a man vnto his shifts. ••••vnto it belongs this fatall lot, •••••• makes him shift that hath, or hath it not. ••••he man that hath a shirt doth shift and chaunge, ••••he that, hath no shirt doth shift and raunge, •••••• the conclusion of this point must fall, •••••• shifteth most that doth not shift at all. ••••, a shirt most magically can •••• if it's owner be an honest man: ••••he washing will his honesty bewray, •••••• the lesse soape will wash his shirt they say. •••••• men Cleans shirts at such esteeme doe prize, •••••• the poor'st thiefe, who at the gallowes dyes, •••••• but his shirt is cleane, his mind is eas'd, •••••• hangs the hansomer, and better pleas'd. Next at the smocke I needs must haue a s••irt, (Which is indeed the sister to a shirt) 'Tis many a females Linnen tenement, Whilest twixt the quarters she receiues her rent. A Smock's her store-house, or her ware-house rather, Where shee her commings in doth take and gather. Her gaines by it are more then can be told, 'Tis her reuennue, and her copy-hold, Her owne fee simple, shee alone hath power, To let and set at pleasure euery houre, 'Tis a commodity that giues no day, 'Tis taken vp, and yet yeelds ready pay. But for most other wares, a man shall bee Allow'd for payment dayes three months and three. Yet hath a Smocke this great preheminence, (Where honour's mix'd with modest innocence) It is the Roabe of married chastitie, The vaile of Heauen-belou'd Virginitie, The chaste concealemēt of those fruits close hidden, Which to vnchaste affections are forbidden; It is the Casket or the Cabinet, Where Nature hath her chiefest Iewels set: For whatsoe'r men toyle for, farre and nere, By sea or land, with danger, cost, and feare, Warres wrinkled brow, & the smooth face of peace Are both to serue the smocke, and it's increase. The greatest Kings, and wisest Counsellours, Stout Soldiers, and most sage Philosophers, The welthieft Merchants, and Artificers, Pleibeians, and Plow-toyling labourers, All these degrees, and more haue woo'd and praid, And alwayes to the smocke their tributes paid. Besides, 'tis taken for a fauour great, (When one his mistris kindly doth intreat) He holds these words as Iewels dropt from her. You first shall doe as doth my Smocke sweet Sir. This Theame of smocke is very large and wide, And might (in verse) be further amplifide: But I thinke best a speedy end to make, Lest for a smel-smocke some should me mistake: I first began it with a flirt or flout, And ending, with a mocke, I will goe out. The Anagram of SMOCKE I find is MOCKES, And I conclude a pox of all strait smockes. Now vp aloft I mount vnto the Russe, Which into foolish mortals pride doth pusse: Yet Ruffes antiquity is here but small, Within this eighty yeeres, not one at all, For the eighth Henry, (as I vnderstand) Was the first King that euer wore a Band, And but a falling Band, plaine with a hem, All other people knew no vse of them, Yet imitation in small time began, To grow, that it the Kingdome ouer-ran: The little falling-bands encreac'd to Ruffes, Ruffes (growing great) were waited on by Cuffes,

And though our frailties should awake our care, We make our Ruffes as carelesse as we are: Our Ruffes vnto our faults compare I may, Both carelesse, and growne greater euery day. A Spaniards Ruffe in follio, large and wide, Is th'abstract of ambitions boundlesse pride. For roundnesse 'tis the Embleme, as you see, Of the terrestriall Globes rotunditie, And all the world is like a Ruffe to Spaine, Which doth encircle his aspiring braine, And his vnbounded pride doth still persist, To haue it set, and poaked as he list. The sets to Organ-pipes, compare I can, Becausethey doe offend the Paritan, Whose zeale doth call it superstition, And Badges of the Beast of Babilon. Ruffes onely at the first were in request, With such as of abilitie were best: But now the plaine, the stich'd, the lac'd, and shagge, Àre at all prices worne by tagge, and Ragge. So Spaine (who all the world would weare) shall see, Like Ruffes, the world from him shall seat'red bee. As for the Cuffe 'tis pretily encreac'd, (Since it began, two hand fulls at the leaft) At first 'twas but a girdle foe the wrist, Or a small circle to enclose the fist. Which hath by little and by little crept, And from the wrist vnto the elboe leap't, Which doth resemble sawey persons well: For giue a Knaue an inch, hee'l take an ell. Ruffes are to Cuffes, as 'twere the breading mothers, And Cuffes are twins in pride, or two proud bro∣thers. So to conclude, Pride weares them for abuse, Humalitie, for ornament and vse, A Night-cap is a garment of high state, Which in captiuitie doth captines •• The braine, the reason, wit, and sense and all, And euery night doth beare sway capitall. And as the horne aboue the head is worne, So is the Night-cap worne aboue the horne, And is a Sconce or Block-house for the head, Wherein much matter is considered, And therefore (when too much wee sucke the tap) 'Tis truly called a considering Cap. By day it waits on Agues, Plurisies, Consumptions and all other malladies, A day worne Night-cap, in our Common-wealth, Doth shew the wearer is not well in health: Yet some mens folly makes my muse so smile, When for a kib'd heele, broken shin, or bile, Seab'd hams, cut fingers, or a little s••ar•• A•• royne Bumpe, or a Goose from Winchester, When I see Night-caps worne for these poore vses, It makes my worship laugh at their abuses. Thus is a Night-cap most officious, A Captaine, Captrous, and Capritious, And though vnmarried young men may forbeare •••••• Yet age, and wedlocke makes a man to weare it. A Handkerchiefe may well be cal'd in briefe, Both a perpetuall leacher, and a thiefe, About the lippes it's kissing, good and ill, Or else 'tis diuing in the pocket still, As farre as from the pocket to the mouth, So is it's pilgrimage with age or youth. At Christining-banquets and at funerals, At weddings (Comfit-makers festiuals) A Handkerchiefe doth filch most manifold, And sharke and steale as much as it can hold. 'Tis soft, and gentle, yet this I admire at, At sweet meates 'tis a tyrant, and a pyrat. Moreouer 'tis a Handkerchiefes high place, To be a Scauenger vnto the face, To clense it cleane from sweat and excrements, Which (not auoyded) were vnsauory scents; And in our griefes it is a trusty friend, For in our sorrow it doth comfort lend: It doth partake our sighes, our plaints and feares, Receiues our sobs, and wipes away our teares. Thus of our good and bad it beares a share, A friend in mirth a comforter in care. Yet I haue often knowne vnto my cost, A Handkerchiefe is quickly found, and lost. Like loue where true affection hath no ground, So is it slightly lost, and lightly found; But be it ten times lost, this right I'l doe it, The fault is his or hers that should looke to it. Should I of euery sort of Linnen write, That serues vs at our need, both day and night, Dayes, months and yeeres, I in this Theame might spend And in my life time scarcely make an end. Let it suffice that when 'tis fretted out, And that a cloth is worne into a clout, Which though it be but thin and poore in shape, A Surgeon into lint the same will scrape, Or rolles, or bolsters, or with plaster spread, To dresse and cure, all hurts from heele to head, For gangrens, vlcers, or for wounds new hack'd, For cuts, and flashes, and for Coxcombs crack'd. Thus many a Gallant that dares stab and swagges, And 'gainst a Iustice lift his fist or dagger: And being mad perhaps, and hot pot-shot, A crazed Crowne or broken-pate hoth got; Then ouer him old Linnen dominceres, And (spight of steeth) it clouts him 'bout the cares, Thus new or old, it hath these good effects, To cure our hurts, or couer our defects: And when it selfe's past helpe, with age and rending, Quite past selfe mending, 'tis our means of mēding. The flint and steele will strike bright sparkling fite. But how can wee haue fire at our desire, Except old Linnen be to tinder burn'd, Which by the steele and flint to fire is turn'd?

•••••• all cleane Linnen that a Laundresse washes, •••••• Muse hath worne to clowts, or turn'd to ashes. ••nd ther's the end on't. Now I must pursue, The old consumed) how to purchase new. ••ow of the louely Laundresse, whose cleane trade, ••••th' onely cause that Linnen's cleanely made: ••••ing is on two extremes relying, •••••• euer wetting, or shee's euer drying. •••••• all men dye to liue, and liue to dye, •••••• doth shee dry to wash, and wash to drye. •••••• runnes like Luna in her circled spheare, •••••• perpetuall motion shee doth steare. •••••• course in compasse round and endlesse still, Such like a horse that labours in a mill: ••o shew more plaine how shee her worke doth, frame, •••••• Lianen's foule e'r shee doth wash the same: •••••• washing further in her course she marches, •••••• wrings, she folds she pleits, she smoothes, she starches •••••• stiffens, poakes, and sets and dryes againe, ••nd foldes: thus end of paine begins her paine. ••••d like a whirligigge or lenten Top, ••••a most plenteous spring, that still doth drop. •••••• Soddes vnto the Sea I may compare, The Reake or smocke, the wind; the fishes Linnen are, ••he Laundresse fishes, foaming froth doth lighten, ••he whilest her tongue doth thunder & affrighten, The totall is a tempest full of chiding, That no man in the house hath quiet by ding. •••••• L••ndresses are resty and full of wroth, ••hen they are lathering in their bumble broth, •••••• can I blame them, though they brawle & talke, ••en there haue nought to doe, they may goe walke: •••••• commonly their worke this profit brings, The good-wife washeth, and her husband wrings. •••••• though my verse thus merrily doth stray, •••••• give the Laundresse still her due I pray: What were the painefull Spinner, or the Weauer, •••••• for her labour, and her good endeauour, What were the function of the Linnen Draperye, •••••• Sempsters admirable skill in Naperye? They all might turne and wind, and liue by losse, •••••• that the Laundresse giues their worke a glosse, •••••• that wee vse to weare, 'tis plaine, The Laundresse labour giues it grace and gaine, Without her 'tis most loathsome in distaste, ••nd onely by her paines and toyle 'tis grac'd, •••••• is the ornamentall Instrument, That makes it tastefull to the sight and scent: •••••• you man-monsters, monstrous Linnen soylers, •••••• Shirt polluting tyrants, you sheets spoylers, ••••tious rude Ruffe-rending raggamentoyes •••••• tragma Troynouantoyes Remember that your Lanndresse paines is great, Whose labours onely keepe you sweet and neat: Consider this, that here is writ, or said, And pay her, (not as was the Sculler paid) Call not your Laundresse flut or slabb'ring queane, It is her slabb'ring that doth keepe thee cleane, Nor call her not Drye-washer in disgrace, For feare shee cast the suddes into thy face: By her thy Linnen's sweet and cleanely drest, Else thou wouldst stinke aboue ground like a beast. There is a bird which men Kings fisher call, Which in foule weather hath no ioy at all, Or scarce abroad into the ayre doth peepe, But in her melancholy nest doth keepe: Till Tyians glory from the burnish'd East, Rich Bridegroome-like in gold and purple drest, Guilds, and enamels mountaines, woods, and hils, And the rotundious Globe with splendor fils, In these braue Buksome merry Halcion dayes, Then this most bewtcou•• bird her plumes displaies: So doth a Laundresse, when the Sun doth hide His head, when skyes weepe raine and thunder chide, When powting, lowring, slauering sleete & snow, From foggy Austers blustring iawes doth blow, Then shee in moody melancholy sittes, And sighing, vents her griefe by girds and sittes: Her liquid Linnen piteous pickl'd lyes, For which shee lowres and powts as doth the skies, But when bright Phoebus makes Aurora blush, And roabes the welkin with a purple flush, Whē mourning cloudes haue wasted all their teares, And welcome weather faire and dry appeares, Then to the hedge amaine the Laundresse ambles, In weeds of pennance clothing bryers and brambles, Like a Commaundresse, vsing martiall Lawes, She strikes, she poakes and thrusts, she hangs and drawes, She stiffens stifly, she both opes and shuts, She sets, and out she pulles, and in she puts. Not caring much if wind blow low or hye, Whilst drunkards thirst for drink, she thirsts to dry. Thus hauing shew'd the Laundresse praise and paine, How end of worke begins her worke againe: I hope amongst them they will all conclude, Not to requite me with ingratitude: But as an Act they'l friendly haue decreed, I ne'r shall want Cleane Linnen at my need. Whil'st to their owne contentments I cōmend them, And wish faire drying weather may attend them. If thankefully you take this worke of mine, Hereafter I will cause the muses nine, To helpe me adde, to what seemes here diminish'd, So Vale Tot••, here my Booke is FINISH'D.

The principall occasions why this merry Poeme was written.

IT was at that time that the worlds terrour, and warres Thunder-bolt Allaricke King of the Gothes wasted Italy, sacked Rome, and stooke all the King∣domes of the earth into a Feuer∣tertian, when there was inhabiting in the Dukedome of Tuscanye a valiant Captaine na∣med Catso, descended from the Royall house of Frigus the first King of the Fridgians. This Catso being driuen to his shifts in these robu∣stuous bickerings of the Gothes, fled for safety to the Ile of Sardinia, where for his good parts and free behauiour, hee was entertained by the most beautifull Madam Meretricia, the de∣lightfull daughter and sole heire of Baloclitus King of Sardis, yet although his place was chiefe Gentleman of the Bid-Chamber, his high pitcht resolution was eleuated and erected, for trauell and hotter seruices: So (with much griefe to the Lady) hee tooke his leaue, and sayling through the straits of Gibralter, and the gulphe of Madye Lane, hee past the Cape Bo∣na Esperance, as farre as China, where hee staid certaine daies at Iappan: then hee determined to progresse it by land, and passing by the great Citty of Tarsus in Idumea, by long iour∣neys hee came to Gallicia, where nere to Greyne hee was in hot seruice, and came off somewhat scortch'd, with fire workes in a mine: passing from thence hee came into France where hee was well wel-com'd at Brest, and at the Towne of Deipe, was made great prouision for his comming; but for some reasons hee would neuer come there: In briefe, after hee had approu'd himselfe a hot, valiant, and aduen∣turous Souldier abroad, and a peace-maker a•••••• home, hee came into Ireland, where at Dubbl•• hee was strucke lame; but recouering ne•• strength and courage, hee snip'd himselfe fo•• England, landed at West-Chester, whence tak∣ing pofte towards London, hee lodg'd at •••••• ley in the hole, in his way, at last being come to the Citty, hee made many merry and mad va∣geries betwixt Turnebull-street and Burnt-wood spending freely, and faring deliciously; ha∣uing a stiffe stomacke to digest all dishes, ex∣cept Winchester Geese, and Newmarket Turkies •••••• thus with much danger and difficulty hauing trauelled farther then euer man saw, and pas∣sed his time with much loue amongst Ladyes and Gentlewomen, hauing beene a great with stander of many desperate oppositions, and •••••• rare Musitian for his long practice in Pricke∣song. He againe past the Sea in a Frigget to Constantinople, where hee fell into a moody melancholy (like Tymon of Athens) and scorned to stand at any time, although he was charged in the name of the Graund Signior. This Gallant hauing beene all his time a great vser, wearer, and taker vp of Napery, did most bountifully bequeath to any Poet that would write a Poeme in the praise of Cleane Linnen, as many shirts of the purest Holland as might bee wash'd in Hellicon, and dryed on the two topt hill of Parnassus. To performe whose commaund, and receiue the bequeathed Le∣gacie, I vndertooke this great taske, and per∣form'd it accordingly.

FINIS.