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CVII. To Captaine Hungry.

Doe what you come for, Captaine, with your newes;
That's, sit, and eat: doe not my eares abuse.
I oft looke on false coine, to know't from true:
Not that I love it, more; than I will you.
Tell the grosse Dutch those grosser tales of yours,
How great you were with their two Emperours;
And yet are with their Princes: Fill them full
Of your Moravian Horse, Venetian Bull.
Tell them, what parts yo'have tane, whence run away,
What States yo'have gull'd, and which yet keeps yo'in pay.
Give them your Services, and; Embassies
In Ireland, Holland, Sweden; pompous lies
In Hungary, and Poland, Turkie too;
What at Ligorne, Rome, Florence you did doe:
And, in some yeare, all these together heap'd,
For which there must more sea, and land be leap'd,
If but to be beleev'd you have the hap,
Than can a flea at twice skip i'the Map.
Give your young States-men, (that first make you drunk,
And then lye with you, closer, than a punque,
For newes) your Ville-royes, and Silleries,
Ianin's, your Nuncio's, and your Tuilleries,
Your Arch-Dukes Agents, and your Beringhams,
That are your words of credit. Keepe your Names
Of Hannow, Shieter-huissen, Popenheim,
Hans-spiegle, Rotteinberg, and Boutersheim,
For your next meale; this you are sure of. Why
Will you part with them, here, unthriftily?
Nay, now you puffe, tuske, and draw up your chin,
Twirle the poore chaine you run a feasting in.
Come, be not angrie, you are Hungry; eat;
Doe what you come for, Captaine, There's your meat.