I’ve read of ilands floating and remov’d
In Ovids time, but never heard it prov’d
Till now: that fable, by the prince and you,
By your transporting England, is made true.
Wee are not where wee were; the dog-starr raignes
No cooler in our climate, then in Spaines;
The selfe-same breath, same ayre, same heate, same burning,
Is here, as there; will be, till your returning:
Come, e’re the card be alter’d, lest perhaps
Your stay may make an errour in our mapps;
Lest England should be found, when you shall passe,
A thousand miles more southward then it was.
Oh that you were, my lord, oh that you were
Now in Blackfryers, in a disguis’d haire;
That you were Smith againe, two houres to bee
In Paules next Sunday, at full sea at three;
There you should heare the legend of each day,
The perills of your inne, and of your way;
Your enterprises, accidents, untill
You did arrive at court, and reach Madrill.
There you should heare how the State-grandees flout you,
With their twice-double diligence about you;
How our environ’d prince walkes with a guard
Of Spanish spies, and his owne servants barr’d;
How not a chaplaine of his owne may stay
When hee would heare a sermon preach’d, or pray.
You would be hungry, having din’d, to heare
The price of victuailes, and the scarcity, there;
As if the prince had ventur’d there his life
To make a famine, not to fetch a wife.
Your eggs (which might be addle too) are deare
As English capons; capons as sheepe, here;
No grasse neither for cattle; for they say
It is not cutt and made, grasse there growes hay:
That ’tis soe seething hott in Spaine, they sweare
They never heard of a raw oyster there:
Your cold meate comes in reaking, and your wine
Is all burnt sack, the fire was in the vine;
Item, your pullets are distinguish’t there
Into foure quarters, as wee carve the yeare,
And are a weeke a wasting: Munday noone
A wing; at supper something with a spoone;
Tuesday a legg, and soe forth; Sunday more,
The liver and a gizard betweene foure:
And for your mutton, in the best houshoulder
’Tis felony to cheapen a whole shoulder.
Lord! how our stomackes come to us againe,
When wee conceive what snatching is in Spaine!
I, whilst I write, and doe the newes repeate,
Am forc’t to call for breakfast in, and eate:
And doe you wonder at the dearth the while?
The flouds that make it run in th’ middle ile,
Poets of Paules, those of duke Humfryes messe,
That feede on nought but graves and emptinesse.
But heark you, noble sir, in one crosse weeke
My lord hath lost a thowsand pound at gleeke;
And though they doe allow but little meate,
They are content your losses should be great.
False, on my deanery! falser then your fare is;
Or then your difference with _Cond’ de Olivares_,
Which was reported strongly for one tyde,
But, after six houres floating, ebb’d and dyde.
If God would not this great designe should be
Perfect and round without some knavery,
Nor that our prince should end this enterprize,
But for soe many miles, soe many lyes:
If for a good event the Heav’ns doe please
Mens tongues should become rougher then the seas,
And that th’ expence of paper shall be such,
First written, then translated out of Dutch:
Corantoes, diets, packets, newes, more newes,
Which soe much innocent whitenesse doth abuse;
If first the Belgicke[76] pismire must be seene,
Before the Spanish lady be our queene;
With such successe, and such an end at last,
All’s wellcome, pleasant, gratefull, that is past.
And such an end wee pray that you should see,
A type of that which mother Zebedee
Wisht for her sonnes in heav’n; the prince and you
At either hand of James, (you need not sue)
Hee on the right, you on the left, the king
Safe in the mids’t, you both invironing.
Then shall I tell my lord, his word and band
Are forfeit, till I kisse the princes hand;
Then shall I tell the duke, your royall friend
Gave all the other honours, this you earn’d;
This you have wrought for; this you hammer’d out
Like a strong Smith, good workman and a stout.
In this I have a part, in this I see
Some new addition smiling upon mee:
Who, in an humble distance, claime a share
In all your greatnesse, what soe ere you are.