Bull, beare, and horse, cut, curtaile, and longtaile. VVith tales, and tales of buls, clenches, and flashes. As also here and there a touch of our beare-garden-sport; with the second part of the merry conceits of wit and mirth. Together with the names of all the bulls and beares

More worthy, and Remarkeable obser∣vations of the Bull.

AS is before Repeated in my lines, Taurus (the Bull)' mongst the Celestial Signes; So Taurus is a Mountaine, whose high Top Doth seeme to scale the Skies, and underprop The Bull that's stellified; That Hill doth Bound All Asia on the North, about it round Is many a Kingdome and large Continent, Which shewes the Bull is mighty in extent. A Bull's a Beast of State and Reputation, For he that eats Bull Beefe, (by approbation) With eating such strong meate, I do assure ye 'T will puffe him up, and make him swell with fury. If any man will but himselfe examine, Heele find a Bull, a Buckler against famine, A Bull's a happy Creature, whence proceeds Most of the food, whereon most people feeds: He, and his sweet hearts (most beloved Kine) Yeelds thousands where with all to suppe and dine. The Calves, (his sonnes and daughters) plenteously With young and tender Veale, our wants supply. And from the Bull'd Cow, (in perpetuall motion) Milke flowes amongst us daily like a Ocean, Sweet Creame, and Cockney Curds they yeeld each day, And (for the poor) Whig, Buttermilk and Whay,

Cheese Raw, or Toasted, or to Bait Mouse-traps, And Butter, to annoint the Flemmings Chaps, The Milk-Pans do allow, like bounteous Pooles, Meanes to make Cheese-cakes, Custards, Flawns, and Fools, And at the Milk-pale, I have seene and heard Good Sullabubs, have been both made and mard. It is the Bull's Conjunction with the Cow (With blest encrease) that doth these things allow. Without the Bull we should be so unstor'd, The Kingdome could not yeeld a Posset Curd. Know then by this (good Reader) what a Bull is, And he that will not know it, but a Gull is. The One (the Buls strong Eunuch son) is Chiefe Of Mortall meats, (man-feeding vigorous Beefe) And who so will amongst the Butchers seeke In London, and in Westminster each weeke, With those two Cities Bounds, and Liberties, With Countrey Butchers, and the great supplies That Market folkes do to those parts Impart (The Load of many a Horse, and many a Cart) The Beeves thus slaine, and eaten would appeare Above 3000, each weeke through the yeere. Chines, Surloyns, Flanks, Clods, Legs, doth fill us full, Brisket and Marrow-bones comes from the Bull; A Neats-tongue dri'd is deere, a Dish of State, At Stilliard any man may know the Rate.

With many more things which Ile not Recite, 'T would trouble men to Read, and I to write. Thus do the Butchers Thriue, the Grasiers Gaine, The Cooks and Victualers, do their states maintain, Sowse-wives grow plump and fat, and 'tis because Their sale is quicke for Muggets Paunches, Mawes, Tripes, Reads, Neatsfeet, Cowheels, & Chitterlings, Whilst many thousands feed on Bag-puddings. Note but how well the Cheese-mongers do live, And what a usefull gainfull Trade they drive: Yet in their shops there is true Justice found The poore mans peney, and the rich mans pound Shall have true, weightaccordiag to proportion, Without conivence, falshood, or extortion. Were there no Buls, Chandlers were beggerd quite Nor could they sell our darknesse any light At any price of Reason, then our Guise Were soone to go to Bed, and late to Rise. Thus is the Bull, and the Bulls Breed descected In Flesh and Entrales; now my Quil's erected (In what is writ before I have not Lyde) And now Ile siourish ore the Hornes and Hyde. The Tanners wealth encreaseth day and Night, 'Till at the last his Sonne is dub'd a Knight: And Daughters should be (could they purchase pride) With Portions, and proportions Ladyfi'de. The Currier also needs not Curry favoure, For though his Trade smell, somethidg hath some sa∣vour.

Nor would men be so mad as to prefer Their sonnes bound prentise to a Shoomaker; But that their future hopes do them perswade, It is no Bare-footed and Bootlesse Trade. Nor will it ever lack, or live in scorne, 'Till all our children without feet are borne; For (more then any Trade) hee'le sing and play, Whilst every Munday is his Holiday. And when a Shoomaker fals to decay, Hee'le be a Cobler new, and mend that way: But there's a monstrous Trade, of late sprung forth, Doth spoil more Leather then their skins are worth, The best Hydes they devoure, and Gurmundize, Which makes the worst in price too high to Rise; With them the World doth bravely run on Wheeles, Whilst poore men pinch and pay, quite out at heels. But hold, what vessell have I set a Broach, What is muse got jolting in a Coach? Out with a vengeance, walk on foot I p•…•… And to the Bull again direct your way. Now for the excellent Admired Horne More profitable then the Unicorne. For Hoopes, for Spectacles, for Combs to dresse yo•…•… (Which when they come so neere your heads, pray And 'tis a Bull I have heard often said (blesse you) Reach me the Iron Shooing Horne good Maid. And when the Hunted Stag bids life farewell, The Huntsmans Horn doth bravely Ring his Knell,

Which was the Bull-calves, or the Buls-horns once Before the Gelder reft him of his stones. Thus from the Bull, and the Bulls Breed you see, A world of people still maintained be; He finds flesh, Bootes, Shooes, Lights, and stands in stead And great importance to afford us Bread. The Bulls deare sonne (the Oxe) with daily toyle, Weares out himselfe with plowing and turmoyle, And all to find us bread, and when he dyes, His Flesh, Hyde, Hornes and all, our wants supplies. So much for Bulls now in particular, For our Beare-Garden Bull, a Bull of war, A stout, a valiant, and a Head-strong-Beast, Which did not fight this 18 Moneths at least; A Beast of mighty pollicy and power, That at his Dog foes will looke Grim, and Lower, Hee'le knit the Brow with terror, in such sort, That when he chafes most, then he makes most sport; At push of Pike, he with his head will play, And with his feet spurne injuries away; Hee'l turne and wind as nimble as an Eele, And kicke, and skornes abuses with his Heele; Hee'le fling and throw, hee'le bravely tosse & turn, Hee'le hurle and heave, and dangerously spurne, Note but his valour, when hee's at the stake, How he prepares himselfe the Dog to take: His f•…•…eet fix'd fast, disdaining once to stirre, His wary eye upon the angry Cur.

Whilst politickly with his Head he weaves, And with advantage up his foe he heaves, With such a force, that often with the fall Hee's dead, or lam'd, or hath no power to sprawle. Thus hath our Bull fought in his owne defence, And purchas'd (for his Master (Crowns and pence. And for that purpose may do so agen, (I wish I had the knowledge to know when) For since the time a Bull a Dog could tosse, Our Beare-Garden had never such a losse: But lets not lay the fault upon the Times, But let us blame our selves, and cease our Crimes.

Notes

• I unumerable are the people and families that live by the Bull, and the Bulls off-spring.