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Natures Embassie

Or, The Wilde-mans Measvres: Danced naked by twelve Satyres, with sundry others continued in the next Section [by Richard Brathwait]

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THE SIXT SATYRE. [OF PARTIALITIE.]
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THE SIXT SATYRE. [OF PARTIALITIE.]

Pytheas a Lawyer of no small respect,
Garded, regarded, dips his tongue in gold,

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And culls his phrase, the better to effect
What He and his penurious Client would;
Upon his backe for all his anticke showes,
More clothes He weares then how to pay He knowes.
And what's the reason; he hath Law at will,
Making a good face of an euill matter,
And euery day his thirstie purse can fill;
With gold thou liest; with nought but wind and water:
Ile tell thee why, Platoes new Commonweale,
Makes Pytheas leaue off pleading, and go steale.
What Pytheas, steale? is't possible, that He
That had a Pomander still at his nose,
That was perfum'd with balls so fragrantly,
Should now another trade of liuing choose?
He must and will, nor dare He show his face
Halfe casement-wide, that open'd many a case.
The other day but walking on the streete,
I saw his veluet gerkin layd to pawne,
His graue Gregorian, for his head more meete,
Then Brokers shop, and his best pleading gowne;
Nay which was more, marke Pytheas conscience,
There lay to pawne his Clients euidence.
But it's no maruell, Pride must haue a fall,
Who was on Cockhorse borne through Fortunes streame,
Is now cashier'd from th' Areopagites Hall,
And on each bulke becomes a common theame:
O blest vacation, may thou neuer cease,
But still haue power to silence such as these!

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Well, farewell Law, if Lawyers can be poore,
For I esteem'd them onely blest in this,
That Danaes lap with gold-distilling shower,
Had made them line all heires to earthly blisse:
But since these conscript fathers we adore,
Feele want of wealth, we'le worship them no more.