With bleak and with congealing winds,
The earth in shining chains he binds;
And still as he doth further pass,
Quarries his way with liquid glass.

Hark! how the blusterers of the Bear,
Their gibbous cheeks in triumph tear;
And with continued shouts do ring.
The entry of their palsied King.

The squadron nearest to your eye
Is his Forlorn of infantry;

Bowmen of unrelenting minds,

Whose shafts are feathered with the winds.

Now you may see his Vanguard rise

Above the earthly precipice;

Bold horse, on bleakest mountains bred,

With hail instead of provend fed.

Their lances are the pointed locks,
Torn from the brows of frozen rocks;
Their shields are crystals, as their swords,
The steel the rusted rock affords.

See the Main body now appears!
And hark! the Eolian trumpeters,
By their hoarse levets, do declare
That the bold General rides there.

And look where mantled up in white
He sleds it like the Muscovite.
I know him by the port he bears,
And his life-guards of mountaineers.

Their caps are furred with hoary frost,
The bravery their cold kingdom boasts;
Their spongy plaids are milk-white frieze
Spun from the snowy mountains' fleece.

Their partisans are fine carved glass,
Fringed with the morning's spangled grass;
And pendant by their brawny thighs,
Hang scimitars of burnisht ice.

See! see! the Rearward now has won
The promontory's trembling crown;
Whilst at their numerous spurs, the ground
Groans out a hollow murmuring sound.

The Forlorn now halts for the Van,
The Rearguard draws up to the Main;
And now they altogether crowd
Their troops into a threatening cloud.

Fly fly the foe advances fast.
Into our fortress, let us haste;

Where all the roarers of the north
Can neither storm, nor starve us forth.

There underground a magazine
Of sovereign juice is collared in,
Liquor that will the siege maintain
Should Phoebus ne'er return again.

'Tis that, that gives the poet rage,
And thaws the jellied blood of age;
Matures the young, restores the old,
And makes the fainting coward bold.

Then let the chill Sirocco blow,

And gird us round with hills of snow;
Or else go whistle to the shore
And make the hollow mountains roar.

While we together jovial sit

Careless, and crowned with mirth and wit; Where though bleak winds confine us home, Our fancies round the world shall roam.

We think of all the friends we know,
And drink to all worth drinking to;
When having drunk all thine and mine,
We rather shall want health than wine.

But where friends fail us, we'll supply
Our friendships with our charity;
Men that remote in sorrows live,
Shall by our lusty brimmers thrive.

We'll drink the wanting into wealth,
And those that languish into health,
The afflicted into joy, th'opprest
Into security and rest.

The worthy in disgrace shall find
Favour return again more kind;
And in restraint who stifled lie,
Shall taste the air of liberty.

The brave shall triumph in success,
The lovers shall have mistresses,
Poor unregarded virtue, praise;
And the neglected poet, bays.

Thus shall our healths do others good, Whilst we ourselves do all we would; For freed from envy and from care, What would we be? but what we are.

'Tis the plump grape's immortal juice
That does this happiness produce ;
And will preserve us free together,
Maugre mischance or wind and weather.

Then let Old WINTER take his course,
And roar abroad till he be hoarse;
And his lungs crack with ruthless ire;
It shall but serve to blow our fire.

Let him our little castle ply
With all his loud artillery:

Whilst Sack and Claret man the fort,
His fury shall become our sport.

Carriers' Cosmography:

or

A Brief Relation

of

The Inns, Ordinaries, Hostelries, and other lodgings in and near London; where the Carriers, Waggons, Foot-posts and Higglers do usually come from any parts, towns, shires and countries of the Kingdoms of England, Principality of Wales; as also from the Kingdoms of Scotland and Ireland.

With nomination of what days of

the week they do come to London, and on what days they return: whereby all sorts of people may find direction how to receive or send goods or letters unto such places as their occasions may require.

As also,

Where the Ships, Hoys, Barks, Tiltboats, Barges and Wherries, do usually attend to carry Passengers and Goods to the coast towns of England, Scotland, Ireland, or the Netherlands; and where the Barges and Boats are ordinarily to be had, that go up the River of Thames westward from London.

By Iohn Taylor.

London Printed by A. G. 1637.