Seauen Satyres Applyed to the weeke, including the worlds ridiculous follyes. True faelicity described in the Phoenix. Maulgre. Whereunto is annexed the wandring Satyre. By W. Rankins |
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Satyrus peregrinans.
A Bote, a Bote or I shall set my feete,
Vpon the incke-black bubbles of this streame
And with my rough armes these mudde-billows greet,
Foule ferry monster waft me to that realme,
Where men in sleepe do wake, & waking dreame:
Where the feet stāds, where ruling heads shold be,
And elbowes take the office of the knee.
Vpon the incke-black bubbles of this streame
And with my rough armes these mudde-billows greet,
Foule ferry monster waft me to that realme,
Where men in sleepe do wake, & waking dreame:
Where the feet stāds, where ruling heads shold be,
And elbowes take the office of the knee.
A shoare, a shoare I long to see the soyle,
(Oh the worlds pleasure of this new-found earth,)
They say it will a well staid sence beguile,
Bring liberall plenty to a niggard dearth,
Make a sad doomes day of an infants birth:
Now I am heere Ile try conclusions,
Direct degrees, or indirect confusions.
(Oh the worlds pleasure of this new-found earth,)
They say it will a well staid sence beguile,
Bring liberall plenty to a niggard dearth,
Make a sad doomes day of an infants birth:
Now I am heere Ile try conclusions,
Direct degrees, or indirect confusions.
All hayle greene bearded trees, green headed men,
A high way to a harbour I haue spyde,
Sir where I am, I very faine would ken,
I aske one on a raw boan'd iade doth ride,
And gently treate him deigne to be my guide:
The iolly ryder coyly lookes a side,
And checks his proude eye least to me it glide.
A high way to a harbour I haue spyde,
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I aske one on a raw boan'd iade doth ride,
And gently treate him deigne to be my guide:
The iolly ryder coyly lookes a side,
And checks his proude eye least to me it glide.
A hauke my yongster had vpon his fist,
And by his side a fiue groate canuasse bag.
An olde cut suite, with Couentry blew twist,
The collor fae't with oreng-tawny shag,
His spurs hung in the belly of his nag:
Vpon his head a Monmouth cap he wore,
With a greene parrats feather broucht before.
And by his side a fiue groate canuasse bag.
An olde cut suite, with Couentry blew twist,
The collor fae't with oreng-tawny shag,
His spurs hung in the belly of his nag:
Vpon his head a Monmouth cap he wore,
With a greene parrats feather broucht before.
He scarce would speake, (for that he said he seru'd)
Lollus a gentleman made ploughmans sonne,
Who rightly from his birth-right neuer swaru'd,
And now in his affaires his horse must run,
For that to wooe, his master had begun;
I checkt his bit, and would not let him passe,
Till he confest his master was an Asse.
Lollus a gentleman made ploughmans sonne,
Who rightly from his birth-right neuer swaru'd,
And now in his affaires his horse must run,
For that to wooe, his master had begun;
I checkt his bit, and would not let him passe,
Till he confest his master was an Asse.
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And briefly bred him to his short discourse,
I serue (quoth he) a braue imbroadred foole,
Heyre to a sun-shine swayne, yet will perforce,
Borrow a tytle from a learned schoole,
(Indeed his grandsire rid vpon a mule)
Yet if you will but let me goe my frend,
Ile tell you all his life, but gesse his end.
I serue (quoth he) a braue imbroadred foole,
Heyre to a sun-shine swayne, yet will perforce,
Borrow a tytle from a learned schoole,
(Indeed his grandsire rid vpon a mule)
Yet if you will but let me goe my frend,
Ile tell you all his life, but gesse his end.
He is in loue with euery painted face,
Saluting common truls with rybauld lines,
In songs and sonnets taking such a grace,
As if he delu'd for gold in Indian mines,
(But see how fortune such great wit repines)
In this sweet traffique, his bargaines are so ill,
That he is made a iade by euery Iill.
Saluting common truls with rybauld lines,
In songs and sonnets taking such a grace,
As if he delu'd for gold in Indian mines,
(But see how fortune such great wit repines)
In this sweet traffique, his bargaines are so ill,
That he is made a iade by euery Iill.
Heele enter in an ergo with the proudest,
And pot a verse with any grammer scholler,
Speake ten at once, his tongue will be the lowdest,
Take him but downe (O vnexpected dollor)
His present passion brings him to a chollor:
With wagers, and with oath at last tis tride,
And then his argument is not denyde.
And pot a verse with any grammer scholler,
Speake ten at once, his tongue will be the lowdest,
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His present passion brings him to a chollor:
With wagers, and with oath at last tis tride,
And then his argument is not denyde.
Take him within the streete, he is a Lord,
And in a Tauerne better than a king,
With thousand brags heele beawtifie the boord,
But in his purse the beggars bell doth ring,
Yet once a yeere (as Cookoes vse to sing:)
He hath a little stipendary gold,
Which sum, is spent before it can be told.
And in a Tauerne better than a king,
With thousand brags heele beawtifie the boord,
But in his purse the beggars bell doth ring,
Yet once a yeere (as Cookoes vse to sing:)
He hath a little stipendary gold,
Which sum, is spent before it can be told.
And once Ile tell you how this gallant sped,
He was inamour'd of a players boy,
And certaine sharkers that vpon him fed,
Did soone instruct the stage boy to be coy,
That but with him, he had no other ioy:
In womans queint attyre they drest the lad,
That almost made the foole my maister mad.
He was inamour'd of a players boy,
And certaine sharkers that vpon him fed,
Did soone instruct the stage boy to be coy,
That but with him, he had no other ioy:
In womans queint attyre they drest the lad,
That almost made the foole my maister mad.
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They soone perswaded him she was an heyre,
And onely daughter to a knight well knowne,
He saw her young, rich, amorous and faire,
Haue her he must, or dye he would with moane,
In sleepy nights his very soule did groane:
Then had not I been stickler in this strife,
The beast had had a male-kinde to his wife.
And onely daughter to a knight well knowne,
He saw her young, rich, amorous and faire,
Haue her he must, or dye he would with moane,
In sleepy nights his very soule did groane:
Then had not I been stickler in this strife,
The beast had had a male-kinde to his wife.
Heere did I cut this grosse deuice a sunder,
Weary to heare a base absurded tale,
I tooke this foppish babling for a wonder,
I kickt his palfrey and began to rayle,
The fellow lookt vpon me very pale:
And spurring of his horse, bad me a dew,
And swore (by God) what he had sayd was true.
Weary to heare a base absurded tale,
I tooke this foppish babling for a wonder,
I kickt his palfrey and began to rayle,
The fellow lookt vpon me very pale:
And spurring of his horse, bad me a dew,
And swore (by God) what he had sayd was true.
Anon a Muse had brought me vnawares
Before a goodly strong built city gate,
I wholy thirsted after those affaires,
And in I entred to behold the state,
All costly thinges were bartred at a rate,
Amazd at that I neuer saw before,
I heard one sweare an oath, it cost me more.
Before a goodly strong built city gate,
I wholy thirsted after those affaires,
And in I entred to behold the state,
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Amazd at that I neuer saw before,
I heard one sweare an oath, it cost me more.
I start and saw that fellow swore the oath,
Sell that for lesse, than he did sweare it cost,
Thought I, here conscience liues her fullest growth
Where buyers win by that the seller lost,
But yet I durst not be too bould to boast:
For straight I saw Symonus in his shop,
A hollow ring of gold with lead drosse stop.
Sell that for lesse, than he did sweare it cost,
Thought I, here conscience liues her fullest growth
Where buyers win by that the seller lost,
But yet I durst not be too bould to boast:
For straight I saw Symonus in his shop,
A hollow ring of gold with lead drosse stop.
And yet he quickly solde it by the weight:
(Lead was a better friend to him then gold,)
I tooke it for a very pretty sleight,
But when the buyer had his money told,
Away he went: and then I might behold,
Simonius rub his arme, and laugh out right,
That hee had done his neighbor wrong for right.
(Lead was a better friend to him then gold,)
I tooke it for a very pretty sleight,
But when the buyer had his money told,
Away he went: and then I might behold,
Simonius rub his arme, and laugh out right,
That hee had done his neighbor wrong for right.
Anon Lapistus with his faithlesse fist,
Insceptred with a subtill peece of wood,
Was measuring foorth such trifles as he list,
Hard at his arme his wife my mistres stood,
Commending that, her husband, sold for good:
Looking the buier wistly in the face,
Whilst Lapist nickt the measure in the space.
Insceptred with a subtill peece of wood,
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Hard at his arme his wife my mistres stood,
Commending that, her husband, sold for good:
Looking the buier wistly in the face,
Whilst Lapist nickt the measure in the space.
Forthwith great Gurmond (to his codpeece chain'd
A payre of groate gloues wrapped in his hand,
On top of which a nosegay long remaind,
Was trudging to lend money vpon land,
Vpon a statute marchant he doth stand:
But gentle sir, take heed you keep your day,
Or els your mortgage shall the forfect pay.
A payre of groate gloues wrapped in his hand,
On top of which a nosegay long remaind,
Was trudging to lend money vpon land,
Vpon a statute marchant he doth stand:
But gentle sir, take heed you keep your day,
Or els your mortgage shall the forfect pay.
By this time long-gownd Lumen walkt abroad,
Vnder his girdle greene-waxt labels hung,
Although his pace was slow, gold was his goad,
And as the Petifogger went, he sung,
His greas'd belt and the waxe together clung:
He sware a mighty oath his writs were spoyld,
And by that meanes his client should be foyld.
Vnder his girdle greene-waxt labels hung,
Although his pace was slow, gold was his goad,
And as the Petifogger went, he sung,
His greas'd belt and the waxe together clung:
He sware a mighty oath his writs were spoyld,
And by that meanes his client should be foyld.
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I tract his steps and followed him alloofe,
Weary with those Mecanicke meane deceipts,
At last he entred to a spatious roofe,
Where great men sat in high iudiciall seates,
And iuglers play at euen and odde with feates:
As (now sir it shall goe with you to day,
To morrow tis against you, you must pay.)
Weary with those Mecanicke meane deceipts,
At last he entred to a spatious roofe,
Where great men sat in high iudiciall seates,
And iuglers play at euen and odde with feates:
As (now sir it shall goe with you to day,
To morrow tis against you, you must pay.)
This hall they say is builded of such wood,
That cobwebs on the rafters are not spun,
By right the nature of these trees are good,
Yet there beheld I mighty spyders run,
And by their sucking little flyes vndone:
A thing most strange, that poysoned things must dwell,
Where nature scarce alloweth them a cell.
That cobwebs on the rafters are not spun,
By right the nature of these trees are good,
Yet there beheld I mighty spyders run,
And by their sucking little flyes vndone:
A thing most strange, that poysoned things must dwell,
Where nature scarce alloweth them a cell.
There stoode Briarius with a hundred hands,
And euery one was ready to receiue,
As many sundry toongs, as seas haue sands:
And when he sayd, the truth I do conceiue,
Then meant the hell-hound soonest to deceiue.
There saw I twelue good fellowes cald together,
That would for-sweare their father for a feather.
And euery one was ready to receiue,
As many sundry toongs, as seas haue sands:
And when he sayd, the truth I do conceiue,
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There saw I twelue good fellowes cald together,
That would for-sweare their father for a feather.
I saw the widdow in a mourning weede,
Wringing her painefull hands to get her right,
Th' oppressed soule tormented with more neede,
And cruelty with scarlet cloth'd in spight,
As who should say, in bloud is my delight.
Then thought I (oh there is a Iudge aboue)
Will all this wrong with one true sentence moue.
Wringing her painefull hands to get her right,
Th' oppressed soule tormented with more neede,
And cruelty with scarlet cloth'd in spight,
As who should say, in bloud is my delight.
Then thought I (oh there is a Iudge aboue)
Will all this wrong with one true sentence moue.
Such sweating for base pelfe, I did behold,
Such periuries to get the vpper hand,
The innocent with falshood bought and sould,
Such circumstance before the truth was scand,
Such scorched cōscience markt with Sathās brand,
That straight bereft of my Satyrick wit,
I was possessed with a frantick fit.
Such periuries to get the vpper hand,
The innocent with falshood bought and sould,
Such circumstance before the truth was scand,
Such scorched cōscience markt with Sathās brand,
That straight bereft of my Satyrick wit,
I was possessed with a frantick fit.
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So leauing this vast rumor of mans voyce,
I made my run vnto a riuer side,
Where, sinke or swim, I tooke no better choyce,
With desperate leape in, headlong did I glide,
And for I would no more repeate this pride,
I did imagine I was in a dreame,
And so concluded my vnorder'd theame.
I made my run vnto a riuer side,
Where, sinke or swim, I tooke no better choyce,
With desperate leape in, headlong did I glide,
And for I would no more repeate this pride,
I did imagine I was in a dreame,
And so concluded my vnorder'd theame.
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