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The seconde Satyre.

THE POET STIL BLAMETH ficklenes and vnstedfastnes as of those, whiche



laborynge to sayle fro the yrcksom poole of auarice, do willyngly contende to make shipwracke by the infortunate waues of prodigalitye: he speaketh againste fashions: they are thoughte to be noorses of pryde, and follye.

The stewes, and stained house of drabbes,
thappotycaryes neate,
The beggers, and the tumblynge trulle
the horehunters, the greate
And flockynge rakehell rabblement
of ragges and raskals all
Be pensife, and throughe plungde with panges
to see the funeralle.
Of Tygille, trustye frinde of theires,
who whilste he lyued here,
Dyd carolle shrille, and trimly tune
his sonets sweete, and cleare.
Their cause of greafe is sone expressde:
he was both free and francke,
They hanged on him, his purse kepte them
so croustye, and so crancke.
But this man, cleane contrarye wyse.

Couetous.


teschue, and shun the name
Of spendall, and of scatter good,
and fearyng such lyke blame
That doth ensue outragiouse spence,
he will not geue nor lende
One crosse of coyne, to clothe or feede
his nedie naked frende.
An other, if thou question him

Prodigall.


why that he doth deuoure
His syre, and gransyres goodes,
and turneth towne, and tower


All into noughte, throughe greedynes
and foule delyting throte:
And why that he by gluttanye,
and stomake raging hote
Miscounsailed, doth make assayle
of landes, and lordshippe wyde
To bye such curiouse cates, as beste
will done his gullet glyde:
His answer is not farre to fetch,
posthaste he will the saye,
That he doth thus set cocke on hoope
and lauishly outlay
This mucke, & drosse the worlde hath sent,
because he woulde not seeme
Lyke one of carlish abiecte minde,
so vyle a thing testeme.
That answer say the neuer thriftes,
was geuen in the Cue,
Well fare his hearte: the chuffes the same
with deepe disprayse pursue.
Fusidius, a landed man,
a man whose fertyle feyldes,
Whose medowes fayre, & glebye groundes
reuenues ample yeeldes:
A man by art of vsarye,
by guyle, and treachers trade,
By fraude, and couin full of goods,
is veray sore afrayd
To spende amongste good companie,
leaste on such prankes might springe
A iauall, or a ruffins name,
or sum such heynouse thinge.
This Fulsidie, to fille his purse,
and to enritch his store,
What soeuer cums by vsers skylle,
to get, and gender more,


He lays it to the captaine heape,
whereof it rose, and grew:
He takes by yeare the fiftes of all,
and so he bredeth new.
And if a man through negligence,
perhapps be caste behynde,
At partyng he shall pay for that
such fetches will he fynde.
Heild go me lyke a craftye coulte,
and listen euerye where,
To vnderstande the names of those
that late delyuered were
From gouernment of masters sharpe,
and ginnes to weare the weede,
That onlye manhood doth beseme:
there there, he sowes his feede.
He mings deceite, he plyes the boxe,
he strues me suche a trayne,
That straighte he is with them to bringe,
(God wotes) vnto their payne.
Thunbrydled brutes, the younckers that
are paste the cure and charge
Of Tutors graue, lyke lustye laddes,
do loue, to roue at large,
To roiste, and reuell wyth the beste,
in suits of silkes to flaunte:
The harde headed fathers they denye
such spences vaine to graunte:
Then cums this foxe, this Fusidie,
wyth money preste in hande,
He byes before their fathers death
their lyueloode, and their lande,
Who hearynge such malingen wroughte
doth not abrade, and crye,
Uppon the greateste God of all,
that flings the fates from hye?


But they, the sillye fonded fooles,
(suche be the youthfull braines)
Do feaste him, for his louesom loue,
and highly praise his paines
Certes, a man shoulde scarse beleue,
how much this louelye wighte,
Whome others loue, doth loue him selfe,
how he doth decke, and dighte
His surlye corps in rytche aray,
what table he doth kepe,

Menedemus.

Almoste as greate as did the snudge,

whome Terence toulde to stepe,
And syncke in sorowes, and in sobbes,
for that he chaste his sonne
To Asie, there to pyke his crums,
which deed vnkynde ons donne:
He brake vp house, put myse to grasse,
him selfe fed nothing fyne,
With colewortes, and such carters cates,
ofte woulde the caytife dyne.
But here, if sum precysly aske,
what doth this processe meane?
It is to shew, that whilste sum men
take care to kepe them cleane,
From blame, & blotte of one grosse sinne,
incontinente they are caughte,
Intangled with the contrarye:
lyke dullerdes neuer taughte.

A new fāgled minion of that age.

Malkin, to make him singuler,

a fashion freshe hath founde,
He swings and swoupes from streete to streete,
with gowne that sweepes the grounde,
And thincke you Malkin wants his mates?
no fye, that were a misse,
An other pleasaunte headed chylde,
in no sauce lyketh this.


To proue himselfe a pretye man,
and quaynte in his deuyse,
He maks his garmente to be shapde,
not of so large a syse:
For wote you what? he coortalls it,
it hardlye hydes his rumpe,
Rufillus, he is perfumde with muske
Gorgomi, smelles oth pumpe.

Sweate and fyne.


Meane, hath no mantion in this flocke,
they kepe no steedy stay
In matter, and in nouell shape,
they varye euery day.
Sum one, or other lode starre stille,
and what that he doth vse,
The resydue may not ne will,
for fashion sake refuse.
Fashions in all our gesterings,
fashions, in our attyre,
Which (as the wyse haue thoughte) do cum,
and goe in circled gyre.
Fashions, in nottynge of the heare,
in parynge of the nayles,
In Otho, and mustacho beardes,
thus fashions neuer fayles.
In thother sexe, who woulde rehearse
their fashions, as they be,
Myghte euen as well by augrisme tell,
the grauell of the See.
Those curiouse croustinge courtly dames,
whose spangled vestures sheene,
With stones and pearles, of pryde, and pryse,
and emrades heauenlye greene,
Doth geue the glimmeringe, gloriouse shewe,
that feedes the gasers eyes,
And dasles quyte the simple lokes,
with leames, that from them flyes:


The worlde perchaunce doth thincke them gay,
and in a chiefe degree:
They be no better creatures,
then other people be:
Noe outwarde thinge doth better vs,
no not our noble kynde:
Not pearles, or golde: but pearlesse giftes
be praysed in Godlye mynde.
All els is toyes, and all is vayne,
and all when they haue tryde,
Will once confesse these things to be,
but nutriments of pryde.