Newes out of Powles Churchyarde Now newly renued and amplifyed according to the accidents of the present time, 1579 and Otherwise entituled, Syr Nummus. Written in English Satyrs. Wherein is reprooued excessiue and unlawfull seeking after riches, and the euill spending of the same. Compyled by E. H. [i.e. Edward Hake] |
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The .viii. and last Satyr.
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The .viii. and last Satyr.
The Author.Though Muse haue made his finall end,
and Penne haue runne his race,
Yet carefull custome causeth me
to waile the want of grace.
And quaking quill renewes the plaint
that lurckes in pensiue breast
Commixt with cares that flow from head
full fraught with great vnrest.
The time backe beates mine idle braine
that labour ginnes to leaue:
And rage of sinne returnes the griefe
my silent pawse to reaue.
How shall I safely seeke the shoare?
How may I shun the seas,
Untill that Triton blow retreate
and mounting waue appeas?
The dawning day doth keepe aloofe,
and Loades man loseth ayme:
The ryffie rock doth lye in wayte
my beaten barke to maime.
And yet when daye shall once discrye
the daunger of the surge,
Then shall my puppe due course obserue
and glide through crooked gurge.
and tempests bitter flawe,
Ile keepe my selfe amid the streame:
and yet a while withdrawe
My Pen from port of quiet pawse.
For time doth vrge me so:
The time alas infect with sinne.
Yea time wherein doth grow
The rage of sinne and ryots force,
the raumping Serpents guile,
With all deceyt that maye be founde:
yea sinne almost to vile
To be exprest or set to vewe.
But such is Sathans force:
Such are the harts of vanquisht thralles,
cleane frustrate of remorce.
Call call to minde you carelesse crewe:
Lay custome now a side:
And let your fayth with faithlesse fruites
herein a while be tride.
Confirme the lyfe that you doe leade
And ratifie the same.
And then lets see how wilfully
you wander worthy blame.
First Auarice, what force it hath,
what cursed cancre tis,
What running rot and curelesse wounde,
to men apparaunt is.
what thirsting hath procurde,
The block, the tree, the beggers bagge
such sequeale hath inurde:
And yet how ryfely now it raignes,
how graft in greedy mindes,
How grounded tis in peoples harts,
a proofe our liuing findes.
No one abandons beastly trade,
nor maketh staye at all
To practise fraude and filching lore
so gaine therby may fall.
The rich doth laye his goods for gaine,
and gapeth still to gett
The substance of the needie soule
that gote the same by swett.
The needie (not vnlike) deuise
and seeke by subtile drifts
To scrape for coyne, and gaine to winne,
do seeke vngodly shifts.
So charitie excluded is:
and loue is kept aloofe.
And right is wronged through rewarde,
as falleth still in proofe:
And Userie about the Towne
is maintaind as a trade:
And equitie to ease the wrong,
in matters dares not wade.
nor cloked from the vew.
I will explane the practise here
in wordes that doe ensew.
The Cormoraunt that coucheth vp
and crams his cankerd bags,
Doth giue to hoord his gotten coyne:
and bowte the towne he lags.
To Broker doth he bende his course:
or happly vnto him
The Broker bannes and weanes a mate
for purpose very trim.
And twene them two are craftes conueyd
and foxy falshode wrought.
Twene them are traps so framed, that
thereby is Nummus caught.
O God, what gaine doth guilefull gnuffe
by loane of Nummus raise?
How doth he nick the debter now
by hault exacting wayes?
Ten powndes in hundred, nothing is.
and twentie is but small.
For halfe in halfe full oftentimes
in loane among doth fall.
A siely man constraind of late
to borowe for his neede,
Repaird vnto a Marchant man
to borowe on his deede
had Money none to lende:
But wares he proferd willingly.
and Dettor in the ende
The same became: and tooke to loane
as much as did amount
To thirty poundes of currant coyne
by Marchantmans account.
Which wares so taken vp to loane,
to Broker are they brought:
The Broker to the Marchaunt he
(of whome the same were bought)
Full falsely doth returne them streight:
who now twise gaynes thereby:
For fyrste he soulde and now eftsoones
the same agayne doth buye.
So that when this our siely soule
should rayse thereof the summe:
Aboue the price of twenty pounde,
the credit will not come.
For ten in thirty could vouchsafe,
the Creditor to haue
For recompence in Usurie.
O carelesse cankerd slaue,
O cawty cutthroate, cullion, wretch,
O Caterpyllers Feere,
O miserable Murtherer,
Canst thou abyde this geare?
thou straight account shalt make:
Wherin thou shalt Hell fire gain
for gaine that thou didst take.
O Userer, thou Sathans thrall,
and Butcher of the Fiende,
Thy Golde shall be transformde to muck:
thy plagues shall neuer ende.
But as thou doost thy Ocker vse
t'oppresse thy neighbour heere:
Euen so the scorching flames of Hell
thy caytyfe corps shall deere.
Thy rusty hoorde ascendes the skie:
thy dettors harme doth mount
Unto the high supernall seate
to call thee to account.
Thou greedy Gleade, thou hūgry Hawke,
thou starueling Uultures mate,
How darste thou thus by rauine seeke
to maintaine thine estate?
I see how thou canst soare aloft
like hungry Hawke tespye
And catching Kite, when pray shal spring,
for beste game bent to flye.
I see thy subtile lagging pace,
and craftie colourde guile:
I see thy false dissembling sleight:
I see thy playted wile.
for gaine to let thy ware:
Thy money eke from month to month,
thou canst right well forbeare.
But for eche shilling (Caytife thou)
in surplysage wilt take
A penie: and of twentie shil-
lings, twentie pennies make:
And (in that rate) for fortie pounde,
so lent out: in a yeere,
Thou wilt receiue twise forty pounds
of lawfull Money cleere.
Thou weenst to welter here for aye,
and wallowe in thy welth:
Thou neuer thinkst to see the daye
to part from this thy pelth.
But I will tell thee Cormorant,
thou fell and egre droane:
Eche pennie shall accountaunt be
which thou hast let in loane.
And though as now the law be thine
to laye beneath thy foote:
Yet then the furyes by decree
shall rende thy hart at roote:
When as the libell of thy lust
and bayliwick abusde,
Shall thee condempne to Limboe pit
and scalding lake confusde.
FINIS.
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