The diarium, or journall divided into 12 jornadas in burlesque rhime, or drolling verse : with divers other pieces of the same author.

To his Horse running in C. Park.

AFter my hearty commendations, Hoping thou hast nor bots nor fashions, Nor any other such disease, But art, as I am writing these, In perfect health; these are to let Thee understand I cannot yet Come into country, and to tell Thee all thy friends in town are well. As also for to give thee some Instructions how, untill I come, Th'art to behave thy self at pasture, For the credit of thy Master.

First then, for company of Mare I need not bid thee to beware; For the man that soundeth horn Already has done thee that good turn: But of Colt that flings and kicks Be sure thou learn no coltish tricks, For fear thou put me to the pain To bang them out of thee again:

So i'th' Park thou with the Dear Maist freely feast, and never fear; But howe're the world goes with thee, Do not feast the dogs I prethee. Then th'art to shun all company, By whom thou maist deboished be, To run wandering about, Till Baily seeking of thee out, Thou to thy disgrace be'st found Laid by the heeles in country-pound. But 'bove all, be sure if Groom With oats in peck do flattering come To take thee up, thou keep aloof, And trotting fast away on hoof, Neighing loud with head in wind, Shew him faire pair of heeles behind: For if once they get that haunt, Employment thou shalt never want, But must trot for every one, Has any businesse to be done: Gray Fleckno here, Gray Fleckno there, Gray Fleckno must go every where. And now to Rochester they'l send Thee, now again unto Gravesend, Although't be but for new-laid egs, Untill th'ave ride thee off thy legs: To those wo'd take thee up, then say Thou hast no shooes (as well thou may)

And till thou Masters pleasure know Thou dar'st as well be whipt as go: If that suffice not, gi'um, a kick, I will bear thee out in it. To end, ply thy businesse, that Is, to eat, and to grow fat, And to choose thee out best pasture For to feed on, that thy Master Finding thee in flesh and force, May say indeed, Gramercy horse; So farewel, from town, where news Is none, in Smithfild, nor at Mewes, Which the Exchange is, and the Court Where horse of businesse resort; But Cavalier for raising forces, Having no more wit than horses, Are condemn'd, for ought we heare, To keep all the horse i'th' shiere, Whilst themselves have left them none But Hackney horse to ride upon. And this fine reward now they Have got, for playing of horse-play, None pittying them for ought I know, So th' innocent don't suffer too; And those who from the fault are free, I'th' punishment involved be; For the rest of newes in town, That their Religion quite goes down.

That concerns thee nothing, who No more hast then a Horse I know. Besides, thou never wilt grow fat, Trouble thy head but once with that, As we experience had in Pouls, Where horse (than thee, had bigger nowles) Quartered, but did leaner grow, Experience that does plainly show: Cathedrall Churches may make men Fat, but make the horses lean. But what do I talk? this is discourse Too high for Master and for Horse.