A looking-glasse of the world, or, The plundred man in Ireland. His voyage, his observation of the beasts of the field, of the fishes of the sea, of the fowls of the aire, of the severall professions of men, &c.

THe Gentleman that lives by his Lands, And sets to work many poore mens hands: Churlish conditions, he hates them all, He is courteous, kind, and liberall.

The valiant Souldier haste to come, At sound of Trumpet, and the Drum: His honoured deeds farre do ring, And makes a Common-wealth to sing.

The Marchant stayes for winde and tide, Upon the loftie wa••es to ride; In hope the golden fleece to sweep, He ventures the hazard of the deep.

The Husbandman provides good seed, And carefully his fields doth weed: His Plough and Harrow, with Sickle sharp, He loveth better than the Harp.

The Carpenter his Art houses to reare From the levell'd ground into the aire, Wherein we sing, we laugh, we crie, And wherein commonly we die.

The Joyner mustereth up his tools, For to make tables, chaires, and stools; The young man may rest his wearie knee, And old man sit comely to see.

The Mason makes the Castle wall, Not thrown down by a tennis-ball; Nor thundring shot as thick as hail, Can make the battlements to fail.

The Taylor doth not cast his head To pinch a garment, and save a threed: From antick shapes he turns his sheeres, And keeps civill customes as appeares.

The Miller keeps not his toll-dish to deep, But each mans meal together doth sweep: Wonder he steals not; reason why, Conscience his clack stands alwayes by.

The Butcher with his mastie dogge, Kils the ox, the sheep, the gruntling hogge: He keeps his meat cleanly to show, Without deceit to puffe or blow.

The Smith cold Iron gives a heat, With blowing and beating himself doth sweat: He riseth more early unto his hard task, Then those that vainly dance in a mask.

The Goldsmith of all the vessels he makes, The Ring is excellent for Lovers sakes. True love hath no end, the Ring made round, Ingraven'd with posies pretily found.

Good huswives follow the Weavers march, As needfull, they say, as to wash and starch: To clothe their houshold each girle and lad, Others neglect of ragges are they glad.

The Draper hath readie both Ell and Yeard, To look they be sealed, and just, hath regard: He giveth good words in prentiship taught, And good words of all are easily bought.

The Turner maketh wooden ware, Of seasoned wood he need not sweare, To curse and sweare in common use, A custome of the heathens abuse.

The Tanner taketh time enough To tanne his leather to the proofe; He well considereth in his mind, A generall good all shall it find.

The Shoomaker fits the Ladies foot, As well as the Carter with a boot: And three-sould shooes, with the single pump He makes light to run, to leap, or jump.

The Cobler that sits under a stall, Not likely to catch any great fall: Though some look not lowe him to espie. Sets many a man right, treading awrie.

The Dyer makes his colours in grain, That quickly will not change or stain: Be our coat what colour we will, So pride our heart it do not spill.

The Gardener doth clip and pare, To trim his walkes and borders square: He raiseth pleasant mounts we find, And seated Arbours covered with Woodbind.

Through hollow vaults in dungeon deep, Wh••••e v••••••ring Damps their tydes do keep; Thence culs the Miner gold friends may lend, And Lead the token foe to foe send.

The Fisher to the salt Seas setteth sale, We desire he may have a happie gale; By him on the Land we live in more plentie, If he do not thrive, our table more emptie.

The Fowlers horse and dogge well taught, His Peece the best that can be bought; Though Fowl be raised where they lie, He can command them as they flie.

The Uphoulster to furnish the Bed, For rest when sleep is in thy head: Much sluggishnesse but duls the mind, But livelinesse becomes mankind.

The Colliar lest we fire should lack, Doth bring us coals upon his back: That when our house is beset with snow, He may not see our nails to blowe.

The Shepherds care over their flocks, To keep the bushes from their locks, And to lead them into pastures drie, If need require, the tar-bottle nigh.

The Crosser for out-landish spice, With Figs, and Almonds, Dates, and Rice: If poore folk to much Sugar their taste, I fear their small wealth too soon will waste.

The Cook for bakt meats, boyl'd, and roste, Sends to the table hot as a toste: To please with sawce both stomack and taste, Without excesse of making waste.

The Alchouse-keeper sets his signe, The stranger may both sup and dine: If any stayes to carowse and talk, He tels them plainly, my friends go walk.

The Maltman here and there doth place, And up and down his house doth chase: His Malt to keep from akerspire, And after dries it with soft fire.

The Brewer his strong Ale and Beere, Many drooping hearts doth merrily chee••. His smaller Beere for weaker braines, Where quarrels and distempers raignes.

Many gives care to the Bakers knock, Unbarring their gates, and doores unlock: Bread being ordain'd the chief staffe of life, For man, his children, and his wife.

The Hatter with his Beaver trim, And good strong Felt both crown and brim: Of newest fashion the Hat-band wrote, For to please children to be bought.

The Glover dresseth soft his leather, To keep your hands from winde and weather, And makes a Purse to keep your pence, Think on the poore in time of expence.

The Inne-keeper he looks not coy, But entertains his guesse with joy: Chamberlain, and Hostler at a call, To answer unto great and small.

The Tapster I had like to forgot, W••••le he went to wash the glasse and pot; Bu•• ravellers that are athirst, Desires to talk with the Tapster first.

The Carrier travels up and down, From Citie unto the Countrey town, He useth not to ride poste or speed, But faire and softly taking heed.

The many slowers and hearbs of fame, The Apothecary can call by name: Great cost and care takes to preserve, From biting Winter them would starve.

The Physitian prayes health may stand, If sicknesse come, send him horse well man'd: No age so healthy but some must needs die, And some recovered by Physicks reply.

The Chirurgion joyneth heart and hand, To the cure of the wounded man: And more that doth increase his fame, He makes to walk the cripple, lame.

The Chandlour when the darksome night Doth barre from us the comfortable light; Then appears his Candles set in frames, For guides in the streets his Torches flames.

The Musitianer heavenly voice, Delights the eares, the heart rejoyce: He turns and winds with curious straine, Leaves idle songs to fellows vain.

The Imbroyderer works gold and pearl, Fit for the Noble Lord, and Earl: The meaner sort a golden praise, To see them in good Countrey grayse.

The Labourer that works by the day, Sleepeth more soundly then they that play: Content with what he eats and drinks, As them worth thousands as merrily thinks.

The Brasier, and the Pewterer, Early and late themselves bestir, To help House-keepers new and old, With things needfull as silver and gold.

The Tinker seeing others to work fall, And he having none, aloud doth call: Or on a Pan a peal doth ring, That work unto him some would bring.

The Plaisterer and Painter rare, Shapeth the Lyon, with Bull and Beare, With other objects of delight, For exercising of the sight.

The Glasier his glasse so clear, The glorious Sunshine doth appear, A welcome to our house we showe, But blustering winds without to blowe.

The Chimney-sweeper with holly bush, From top to bottom down doth brush; The fiery sparks that turns to ashes, Bred colly black with smokie flashee.

The Barbar with his washball sweet, With Bason, Towell, and all things meet; He cuts, and shaves with skilfull aime, No cause to crie, fie, fie for shame.

The Vintners treasure lies deep in ground, Being well fenced and buckled round: Neare to it sets a watch in a Bar, To see what goes to the Sun and the Star.

The Sadler them that please to ride, Of men or women that ride aside: Provideth furniture good and strong, They may ride easie, and the horse not wrong.

The Cutler makes the well tempted blade, Both back and edge he learn'd well his trade: He that will be angry at a straw, Give him a wooden sword to weare and draw.

The Pedler comes with his pack ats back, Saying, Dame what now do you lack? See choice of Needles, Pins, Points, and Laces, And for your little girles I have Bongraces.

The Servingman we may espie, Diligent to his Master, tis no lie: And if by chance a thief bid stand, He strives to vanquish that proud command.

The Printer paper and Inke he finds, To print the thoughts of many minds: One age to let another know, What things hath hapned here belowe.

The Lawyer marks well the poore mans case, Lest wrong should force right to give place; His organ voice in the Judges care rings, While the adverse part full sore he stings.

The reverend Divine and grave, Fights with Gods Word gainst the devils slave; And humbly crave if this they see, That no offence they take at me.