EXPOSTULATIUNCULA, sive QUERIMONIUNCULA ad ANTONIUM [ATHERTON] Ob Poema JOHANNIS GRUBB, Viri Tou wavu ingeniosissimi in lucem nondum editi. TONI! Tune sines divina poemata Grubbi Intomb'd in secret thus still to remain any longer, At length the importunity of his friends prevailed, and Mr. Grubb's song was published at Oxford, under the following title: THE BRITISH HEROES A New Poem in honour of St. George By Mr. JOHN GRUBB School-master of Christ-Church OXON. 1688. Favete linguis : carmina non prius Audita, musarum sacerdos Canto. Sold by Henry Clements. Oxon, THE story of king Arthur old Is very memorable, The number of his valiant knights, And roundness of his table ; HOR. The The knights around his table in 5 A circle sate, d'ye see : And altogether made up one Large hoop of chivalry. He had a sword, both broad and sharp, 10 Y-cleped Caliburn, Would cut a flint more easily From noddle down to nock. Dissected Tarquin's riddle, So this would cut both conjurer He was the cream of Brecknock, 15 20 But George he did the dragon fell, And gave him a plaguy squelsh. St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France; Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense. Pendragon, like his father Jove, Was fed with milk of goat; And like him made a noble shield 26 Of she-goat's shaggy coat: 30 On top of burnisht helmet he Did wear a crest of leeks; And And onions' heads, whose dreadful nod Drew tears down hostile cheeks. Itch and Welsh blood did make him hot, And very prone to ire; H' was ting'd with brimstone, like a match, As brimstone he took inwardly When scurf gave him occasion, 35 40 He wounded, and, in their own blood, Did anabaptize Pagans : But George he made the dragon an Example to all dragons. St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France; Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense. Brave Warwick Guy, at dinner time, Challeng'd a gyant savage; And streight came out the unweildy lout Brim-full of wrath and cabbage: 56 60 He He had a phiz of latitude, And was full thick i' th' middle ; The cheeks of puffed trumpeter, And paunch of squire Beadle*. But the knight fell'd him, like an oak, And Atropos his packthread. As say the poets witty, A dreadful dun, and horned too, Like dun of Oxford city : The fervent dog-days made her mad, By causing heat of weather, Syrius and Procyon baited her, As bull-dogs did her father: Grasiers, nor butchers this fell beast, E'er of her frolick hindred; John Dosset + she'd knock down as flat, Her heels would lay ye all along, And kick into a swoon; Frewin's cow-heels keep up your corpse, But hers would beat you down. * Men of bulk answerable to their places, as is well known at Oxford. A butcher that then served the college. A cook, who on fast nights was famous for selling cow-heel and tripe, She She vanquisht many a sturdy wight, But all that would not fright him; As if he'd gone to knight him. His trenchant blade, like cook's long spit, Instead of arch triumphal : But George hit th' dragon such a pelt, As made him on his bum fall. 100 St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France; Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense. Tamerlain, with Tartarian bow, The Turkish squadrons slew; And fetch'd the pagan crescent down, With half-moon made of yew: 105 His trusty bow proud Turks did gall With showers of arrows thick, And bow-strings, without strangling, sent 110 Much |