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THE MASTIFFE WHELPE

To my very loving Frends, GF. RN. WS. RG. IF. IG. Gentlemen of the Innee Temple.

Renoewned flattcapps (worthy sprighted men)
Accept (but doo't with thanks) fruites of my penn
Protect with tongues (for tongues are Lawyers helpes)
My toothles (though much seeming-bitten) whelpes
Protect em wagges, and when their teeth growes longe
They shall with teeth protect ech Lawyers tongue
Defend em waggs, and when I come from warr

I meane [illeg.]

(If you'le stand fort) Ile haue you cald too the barr.

TO THE READER.

Expect noe fine phrase from a Souldyers penn
For (Reader) wee the bluntest are of men
Our Elloquence wee vtter with our swordes
Makinge our deedes to pollishe o're our wordes
But yf thou likst a harshe vnpollisht vaine
Why then reade er'e this infant of my braine
It knowes not howe to fawne, it wantes his wittes
To clawe the backe, like true-bredd parrasitts
Its'like (as tis) the Mastif whelpe which bites
Those whom it plaies with, more then it delightes
It is noe lewe to please a ladyes sight
It barkes too loude, t'would wake hir in the night
If thou affectst, right-bredd dogg forth' Beare
Then keepe this whelpe: this dogg such beastes will teare
Or wouldst haue Raynard hunted to his denn?
Heele hunt him too't and fetch him out agenn
Heele seazs vppon the wolfe, (soe bitten's hee)
Noe beaste this dogg will dread that he cann see
Heele hunt the hogg, and shalt not neede be feard,
For heele descrie eatche knaue with in thy yard
If thou canst like a Curr which is soe ruff
Then take thou this he'es full as feirce as tuff.

Satire 1.

[Goe Mastiff Whelpe disdenn thy selfe a while]

Goe Mastiff Whelpe disdenn thy selfe a while
With sullen sport make thou thy maysters smyle:
Be wanton: yet amidst thy best delight
Not onelie barke, but make as yf thoudst bite
Grynn, snarle, and on thy best freind look soe grym
As yf thoudst at one snapp devouer him.

Satire 2.

[Thou penn of myne doe not with myld-calme rymes]

Thou penn of myne doe not with myld-calme rymes
Sooth-vp th'abuses of these barbrous tymes
But like a Lyon come thou ruf and feirce
And with black boystrous stormes these men-beastes peirce
Let thy ruff galles be such as make them searche,
And scudd to find a safe place where to pearche
Blaste-black theire hues who 'gainst gods sacred dyetie
Has belcht the pitch-black-blazes of Impyetie
Dread not the greatst: thart licenst penn to doo't
But yf he open lies, I chardge the shoot,
Spare not to saie there's noe such villanie
As is Deathe-staringe-cruell tyrannye
Scorne thou the troubled ensignes of pale feare
Doo't souldyer-like with bold and liuelie cheere
Whith bussinge whispers flye-blowe not the eare
But what thou dost, with boldnes let, tappeare
Goe boldlie penn, goe bluntlie guie th'asault
And lashe eache man accordinge to his fault.

Satire 3.

[Gallants you wil be Dyinge this Christemas]

Gallants you wil be Dyinge this Christemas
Ile Praie that eyther of you well maie passe
I praie nowe perdon me, for this doubt I
That some of you at this time Ill will die
And then my noble waggs (excuse me hoe)
There is a thinge calls on you, West-ward hoe?
Dye well (mudd waggs) and here J will presadge
To gold (yf feynds barr not) youl haue passadge.

Satire 4.

[Solus the student takes on him such state]

Solus the student takes on him such state
That sure the gallants Lordefyd' of late
My Goldsmith is quoth he the best i'th towne
And none could Shrodd my Taylor ere putt downe
Push, push quoth hee, looke on my rapy'rs guylt
None like my Cutler fashons out a hilt
Yf others talk of Barbers, he'ele crie tutt
Awaie t'is myne that has the exlentst cutt
What doe I prate? he maie vse this word my
For sure the wayte on him which watchfull eye
But shall J tell you howe? and cease to iest
Oh! t'is with Seriannts Solus to arest.

Satire 5.

[Nowe spitefull Fortune doe the worste you can]

Nowe spitefull Fortune doe the worste you can
Yet Iack will rise to be a gentleman
Did not Iacks Lord leane on his shoulders late
Chock him on the chynn, stroake him on the pate
Lendinge Iack smyles when Iack speakes but a word
Ah here be hopefull greaces from a Lord
Who cr'es a wynner, yet if Iack haue these
J cannot see howe Jack cann rise and leese

Satire 6.

[Svrveyinge Summus scornes to tell a lie]

Svrveyinge Summus scornes to tell a lie
Yet hee cann number all the starrs ith skie
Hee'le tell howe manie gras-blades growes ith landes
Heele justlie number all the ocean sandes
Howe manie howres t'is since the world begann
He reckon cann: and counte the moates ith sunn
These by his Arte cann be doe extent well
Yet in's owne purse he nere could twelue pence tell.

Satire 7.

[Astromus, euerye night on's back dus lie]

Astromus, euerye night on's back dus lie
Surveying of eache thinge ith starrye skie
He gazeth on the Beare, and Charles his waine
On all Celestiall signes that fore tells raigne
He'el tell you when th'clipse shalbe ith Sunn
This yeare he'ele tell what next yeare shalbe done
Yet for his life he cannot tell before
The certen times, when's wife means plaie the ---

Satire 8.

[Will Lestas loue his booke? I sayth Sir noe]

Will Lestas loue his booke? I sayth Sir noe,
Heele be more constanter I hope then soe
Has not he vowd' his thoughts too'th good ale pott?
He knowes inconstancie in loue's a blott
What's in a booke to yeild delight to man?
Iust naught to that which is ith ale-howse cann
The Cann has that which whetts the dulled witt
But books holdes naught but that which dulleth it
Lestas, be wise, and lie close to thy loue
Though freindes doe babble, doe not thou remoue.

Satire 9.

[Thou Fernydus, awaie thou wicked man]

Thou Fernydus, awaie thou wicked man
I scorne to write on thee although I cann
Scudd silver-scraper: ritch wretch, hence, awaie
Thou owst thy gutts a debt, that debt goe paie,
Goe cloath thy back, its more then halfe vnstript
Its nowe, just as it were, when thou wert whipt
Goe broane-bread-eater, think that this my penn
Much scornes to write on water drynkinge men.

Satire 10.

[Aske who they be? demaund not that of me]

Aske who they be? demaund not that of me
Nor I, nor none (I thinke) knowes who they be
To daie theile Divells be, but next daie then
They'le neyther Divells be nor Earthlie men
An other daie theyle Kinges vnto you seeme
The next daie (happ'lye) you'l them beggers deeme
Noe shape, nor forme, they euer longe contayne
Lest be the fooles, but that they still mayntayne.
If they nor apes, nor fooles, nor Players bee
Then who they are J cannot aunswere yee.

Satire 11.

[Cotts pluttronells hir was appused bee]

Cotts pluttronells hir was appused bee
Hir was a shentleman all worl was see
Was not hir father effer wheare coot freeze
And effer trink coot trynk? was tost coot sheeze
Was not hee make hir create pigg foe to yeyld
Kild a create deale a shyaunts in te feyld
Hir was a shentleman, all worl was see
Pye Cott, and pluttronells was wronged be.

Satire 12.

[Pratus; thou art a Busie-bodie growne]

Pratus; thou art a Busie-bodie growne
Ioo talkatiue 'Pon matters not thy owne
What though the Spanyard, Pope, and Divell plotts?
Let em Pratus: they doe not deale with Sotts
The States are wise, they cann see fire in smother
It is not sects cann part the tone from tother
They'l hold in peace: t'is not theire publick foe
Shall take t'hadvantadge of a partinge blowe
And therefore man, of thy owne busnes prate
They'le hold theire freind which helpes them hold theire state.
Goe busie-body'd foolish-pratinge mome
Busie thy bodie, on thy wife at home:
Gett her with child: it's hightime shee had one
Ioynd thirtye yeares? it is a shame thast none
Let states alone: thou needst' not them to teache
They arc to wise to make theyre foes a breache

Satire 14.

[Comfort thy selfe old Mops, & doe not weepe]

Comfort thy selfe old Mops, & doe not weepe
What need'st thou woman such a whyning keepe?
Thy sonn's as well as anie man ith' lande,
Why all he did, was bidd a man but stande,
And told him coyne he lackt; there's those doe worse,
Then bidd an honest man deliver's purse.
He spake him faire, and tooke but what hee had,
Then what need'st weepe old girle? what art thou madd?
Come: cheere vp Lasse, for 'tis a gen'rall thing,
That youth (doe what thou canst) will haue their swinge.

Satire. 15.

[Quoth hom-bred Hodge wudd god aboue c'had put Will t'zchoole]

Quoth hom-bred Hodge wudd god aboue c'had put Will t'zchoole
C'hadd la're than a groate, c'had larnt him but his Zaltar
C'hadd than done well enough, c'hadd nee'r been beg'd a Voole
By maz-la, c'hadd made vm all vurst joockt a halter,
C'has eyes, c'has eares, chas lipps, & yet c'his begd a voole
Vath c'ham in vault my zelfe, c'hud ne're put boye t'zchoole.
Maz wiue Zibb-la, watt ze'st? c'hill to the Court my zelfe,
C'hill trye t'an begg the boye; it's but a zaying nay,
C'hill spend, vort-shillinges & more a pelfe
But c'hill ha my zonn William vrom vm all away.
But car'ste tou me Zibb? eeche veare me this will come to passe.
Now thay ha' gott my Uoole, thay'le come & begg my Asse.

Satire. 16.

[Captayue Turne-hir-vpp hath not Idle beene]

Captayue Turne-hir-vpp hath not Idle beene,
Hott was the seruice he of late hath seene,
Lowe-countreye service affords great daunger
Soe he reportes; but greatest to a straunger,
Yet this he saies, if one may but beleeue him
The pay's soe good, smale woundes would neuer greeue him.
To his great detryment he loste a joynte,
But Indge where twas: oh! hard at's Codpeece poynte
(To his praise I speake it) yet heed' not out,
But there tooke a bigger [aie] as he fought:
For which (braue man) hee's fayne to keepe his bedd
And's banckropt turn'd of all the haire on's head,
Oh! how he banns the wounding whir igig,
For causing him to weare this perrywigg,
Nay neuer begger hath ever curst the stocks,
As Captayne Turne-hir-vp hath dorte the ---

Satire 17.

[I graunt it (Cosmus) that fond loue is blinde]

I graunt it (Cosmus) that fond loue is blinde,
And incident (almost) to all mankinde,
Yet Cosmus though mens seeing sence dus fayle them,
Their smelling sence (mee thinkes) should much avayle them.
Oh! crye you mercie sir, your Loue's a Rose,
And therefore cannot chuse but please your nose:
Praye God shee dus; but faith I doubt it much,
I feare me Coss, shee has a poulcats tutch,
Naye that's not all: I feare shee has such trickes
As still hir stalke will allwaies haue some prickes.
Cutt off those prickes; then Cosmus pre'thee tell.
Whether thy Rose yeildes not a better smell,

Satire. 18

[Ralus why did'st thou hoyst and beare thy sayles soe high?]

Ralus why did'st thou hoyst and beare thy sayles soe high?
That none expected but thou'dst sayle into the skye?
Did'st think that Eolus would ever prooue soe kinde?
As never jogg thy barke with one ruff blast of winde:
I know thou did'st; but now poore Ralus thou maiest see
How safe's the shrubb, ouer the lofty-towring tree,
Com lett this passe: now Ralus thinke but what thou art,
And quite forgett (as wisdome biddesthee) what thou wert,
Jt is noe matter man what ever thou hast beene,
Thinke this! the Owle's not wondred at vntill hee's seene.

Satire 27.

[Gallenus thou of late art growne of wondrous fame]

Gallenus thou of late art growne of wondrous fame,
But Gallen; prythee tell me how thou cam'st byth'same.
Reporte dus ptare, tha'st twenty patients in one daie,
And sometimes manie more; soe prating fame dus say,
Yet aske him who they are that comes soe faste to thee,
His answer is, that femall creatures all they bee.
Faith Doctor it is well, thy study is to please
The Femall sex, and how their corp'rall griefes to ease
But hark: you had a patient named Doll I'me sure,
Vppon whose body you did doe a famous cure.
Indeed (good Gallen) shee a right true patient were
You know shee putt vp much, and very much did beare.
I praie, may but a man without authority
Demaund what is become of this same Dorithie?
Oh! shee's gone to purge, for late shee tooke a glister:
Faithe Doctor you did Ill, you might haue done but kist-her.
A pestlence on't, that you would giue soe deepe a touch
And hauing skill, would ouer-shoot the marke so much.

Satire 20.

[Thou saist Dematas Poets heades are vaine]

Thou saist Dematas Poets heades are vaine,
And to smale purpose they doe take great paine:
Noe Dematas; vaine thy Father was, or madd
To scrape much wealthe for an vnthrifty Ladd.
Thou art not vaine to spende in brav'rie,
All what thy old Dadd gott by poling knau'rie.
This is not vaine: nor is it vaine to pyne
Thy shruncke-vp gutts, to trimme thy wife vp fine
Noe Dematas; nor t'is not vaine to wrack
Tenaunts: loading (with Lordshipps) thy wiues back,
These are not vaine; but he which beates his braine
To picture out men vaine: why, hee is vaine.

Satire 21.

[Nick's deepely learnd, hee's skild' in palmestrie]

Nick's deepely learnd, hee's skild' in palmestrie,
Hee'le make yong Girles beleeue he is a God,
And with his chaunting arte of Minstrelsie,
Hee'le make the litle waggtayles finely nodd,
Oh! hee's most rare to fore-tell destenies,
Or by his phisnomie to know a knaue,
His sable carradge fits sadd obsequies,
His skilfull tricks a conny-catching slaue.
Yet all these artes did not soe much befrend him
As once foretell that Tiborne Tree should end him.

Satire 22.

[Noll has the skill to winn and woe a wife]

Noll has the skill to winn and woe a wife,
Then why should Noll (praie) lead a single life?
He followe plowe? faith sir he scorns it plaine
Why Ladies faire will not Noll's suite disdaine.
Let but his wench intreate him to sitt downe,
Hee will not straight waies doe it like a Clowne
But off with's hatt, make's legg, & answere naie,
With I'me as well, forsooth, I thanke you saie
Naie, Noll in's courting, none comes nie him,
They all may learne; push, they must goe by him:
Haue they the hart to sitt by Mistrisse Fraunces?
He has; naie more: hee'le pinck with pretty glaunces,
The'ile blurt forth this; thei'le sweare they doe affect hir,
And from greate perrills the'ile still protect hir,
Faugh, faugh: ti's stale; ti's nothing like to his,
Noll's bold-spiritt wil serue to giue akisse,
And some times Noll will make his long discourse
Of any thing; I, of an olde brood-goose,
Or of his mothers henn with' copple crowne,
Oh! quoth Noll. non laies such egges in all the Towne.
And then hee vp & tells how shee's ath' kinde
Such a henn quoth Noll, (oh)! 'tis rare to finde.
And when to walke dispos'd is mestresse Frauncis,
Before hir like a fore-horse Nolkin praunces.
Cann Courtyers saie this is a goodly weather?
Awaie plaine witts, they cann but tosse a feather.
Cann Courtyers sighing by their Looues, thus saie?
This Raine (alack) is to to badd for hay,
Or thrice in one houre aske them what's a clock?
Fie, their witts to his are dull; I, meere a block.
Yet theise from witty Noll extem'pre comes,
Come come, to Noll all Courtyers are meere momes.

Satire 23.

[How? Iames a man? his Rapire is not guilt]

How? Iames a man? his Rapire is not guilt,
Hee fight? I, when his dublett's wrought with quilt,
Hang him slaue, hee cannot call a whore a whore,
Nor with a grace breake vp a sinners doore,
Hee'l saie Mall, I praie Mall let me kisseyee,
Or Mistresse Marye thinke how well I wishe yee,
Else hold hir by the hande & sigh apace,
Or like th'astronomer heele stand & gaze,
Gaping for changes in his Maryes face.
Come hang him doult, bith' Lord hee's but a gull,
For witt I neuer knewe an Asse more dull.

Satire 24.

[The Rule's not false that's held in learn'd Philosophie]

The Rule's not false that's held in learn'd Philosophie,
How all th' fowre ellements togeather dus abide:
Experienc't Colcus dus the same now Iustifie,
Alas alas, too late the'xperience he hath tried,
For as he sayl'd along the Midd'terranian gulfe,
Which lies right over, Besses equenoxtiall line
(Aye) there he met with such a hott & firie wulfe
That has consumed quite poore Colcus friggott fine,
Before that Colcus this experience had well tried,
To heare this argument could Colcus ne're abide,

Satire 25.

[Wherein dus Ouids Eccho that sweete am'rous Nimph]

Wherein dus Ouids Eccho that sweete am'rous Nimph;
Excell the Ladie Delphis our most heau'nly Imph?
As Ouids nimph would still Narcissus last words vse,
Like soe dus Delphis hir sweet Pomus woords peruse:
Let Pomus saie sweet Dilphis can'st thou loue quoth hee?
Then (Eccho-like) shee takes the last word [loue] quoth shee,
Thy tempting-cherry-lipps sweet Delphis I will kisse
Quoth Delphis [kisse]; soe sild' the last word would shee mis,
My leggs between thy snowy thighs will I entwind;
Quoth shee [entwind] thus loue with'last words dus shee binde.
I'le doe as litle Cupid bidds his Champions doe,
Quoth Delphis [doe,] still vnto Pomus answering soe
Vntill by Pomus shee had paied hir maydens debt,
His last word & hir first still often-times thus mett.

Satire 26.

[Feene Mistris Pucis with hir sharpe-redd-coul'red nose]

Feene Mistris Pucis with hir sharpe-redd-coul'red nose
One hair-bredth of hir heigth the fixon will not loose,
Shee trotts so short, shee'le teach a horse his perfect'st pace,
I, and a wrie-mouth'd Ape to make an Antike face,
Hir flippaunt tongue would make a most sence-pleasing sound,
Did not hir wyndy-hoppertaile the musick dround.

Satire 27.

[What's a gull, that Iack of gull'rye is accus'd?]

What's a gull, that Iack of gull'rye is accus'd?
My hart's enflam'd to heare how Jack's abus'd,
Is hee a gull that ne're wil bee at stand
To paye these Tailors all their whole demaund?
Is hee a gull which bouzeth night by night
With's betters? scorning they should paye a mite
Or is hee one that letts a Shorditch wench
The goul den entrailes of his purse to drench?
These bee noe gulls J'me sure: but if they bee?
Then Iack's a gull: For such a one is hee.

Satire 28.

[Paule liues by's witts, hee'le sweare there's noe such meat]

Paule liues by's witts, hee'le sweare there's noe such meat,
Yet sometimes bread (with hart) poore Pawle would eate.
Pawles witty dyet has made his bodie fine,
And that's the cause in Powles, Pawle oft doth dyne.
Where Pawle in lieue of's dinners great expence,
Oft diues a bose & pickes out Peters-pence.

Satire. 29.

[Hang Tom: what hee? hee's but a foole to mee]

Hang Tom: what hee? hee's but a foole to mee
For tricks, you all may learne come, I'le teach thee.
Tom dares not looke an Emp'rour in the face:
Hang puling Apes; he wants a manly grace.
Why Tom will blush, if once hee tell a lie:
Hee has no skill ith'world to cogg a die.
Tom's witt's most blockish; faugh, 'tis too too course,
I'le wadg my life the gull ne're yet stole horse,
Noe nor soe much (I thinke) as e're tooke purse,
He thy Tutor? thou canst not chuse a worse.
Hee'le teach the this to groape a wenches plackett,
Hang him Cowe, hee dares not diue a pockett,
Or milke-sop-like to lead a wench the haie,
Base-harted-babe he dares not make afraie.
Forsake him Nedd: thou shalt my scholler bee,
I'le learne thee Arte my Rogue; be rul'd by mee.

Satire 30.

[Clownus of late a Compleate Knight was made]

Clownus of late a Compleate Knight was made,
Dares anie saie, his Sire got's wealth bith'spade?
Hee'le kill em then; for knowe you hee's a knight,
And all made soe; are desp'rate men to fight.
What e're his Father was, i'me sure of it,
He left his sonn (by farre) more wealth then witt.
And wealth (J hope) a gentle-man dus make.
And hee that's soe; a knighthoods rite may take,

Satire 31.

[Larsus toth' Sunn his Mistresse doth compare]

Larsus toth' Sunn his Mistresse doth compare,
In deede in bewty shee is somewhat rare,
And saies from hir hee has his light & life,
He may be proud that has soe light a wife.
Yet Larsus pre thee be not wrath with mee,
For rather like the Moone (me thinkes) is shee.
She'xchangeth oft (J speake it in noe scorne)
As thou hast light from hir, soe th'ast the horne.

Satire 32.

[Steltus? Fallatus makes good vse of thee]

Steltus? Fallatus makes good vse of thee:
Thou art his looking-glasse: be rul'd by me,
Thy looking-glasse (Stelltus) make thou of him,
Then both of you will drest be neate and trimm.
Looking on thee: (and further 'twill his marriadge)
He prunes out pride, & foole-bredd stately carriadge.
And shaues from's lipps (a thing betokening witt)
The stairing haires of a bould parrasitt,
Now looke in him, & thou shalt see it plaine,
That dronkennesse is one ath' foulest staine.
And see in him how haggedly & leane,
A man is made which vseth much a queane.
Looke in him man; for this beleeu't that he
Has bettr'd bene by looking into thee.

Satire 33.

[Watt me thinkes of all men thou should'st stench desire]

Watt me thinkes of all men thou should'st stench desire,
Since fooles (as wise-men saies) can quickliest quench loues
Why could'st not begg or steale from Green on dramm of witt?
And soe by blurd-endashed lynes haue sent hir it.
Thou might'st er'e this have revel'd in luxurious game,
If soe tha'dst done & quencht thereby loues burningst flame.
But harke thee Watt? He speakes to th'winde, that learnes a foole:
Jle bee noe Tutor, where such dunces comes to th'schoole.

Satire 34.

[Yet Watt I ought not leaue thee thus since I doe know]

Yet Watt I ought not leaue thee thus since I doe know
From whence the streaming flouds of these thy passions flowe,
Methinkes I ought t'applie some pill to thy disease,
Therefore here be simples, compound them if you please;
First gett a pound of Witt, of Couradge, twice as much,
These are excelent simples, I knowe not any such,
Then take of Place and Time, of each two handfull more,
Seeke out for Oportunytie, in gardens there be store,
Of that one handfull take; which done, these simples pound,
And thou shalt see, thy burning heate they will confound.
But harke thee Watt, Jf these receipts doe add noe hope,
Then (doe as olde Diogines bidds) that's take a roape.

Satire 34.

[Lacritus, thy hart's straite fraught with Iealousie]

Lacritus , thy hart's straite fraught with Iealousie,
If on thy wife, a man but glaunce his eie.
Thou Fermidus, if one but kisse thy dame,
Ath'back of hir, thy wand is straight forth same.
Fie, fie, howe bitter would be eithers life,
If you should take, as Wittus tooke his wife,
You'd hardly laugh and smile vppon the man,
And aske; has not he over-heat thee Nan?
Consider: Wiues can doe noe better deede.
Then helpe their husbandes frendes at pussh of neede.

Satire 35.

[Laminus, often times t'hast asked mee]

Laminus , often times t'hast asked mee,
Why Lambas hanged was? praie answer'd bee,
His neck was short; and had thy head a reatch,
Thou'dst soone conceiue he hang'd but's necke to streach.
Why foole was thyne (as hissen was) too shorte?
Noe trick to lengthen it, but hanging for't.

Satire 36.

[Qvestion Don Lingus but of forraine states]

Qvestion Don Lingus but of forraine states,
And you shall see how formally hee prates:
Straite heel'e vp, & tell, how he hath seene,
That stout & famouse Amazonian Queene.
Vowing it is the onely worthi'st sight,
To see the order of th'Amazons fight,
Then forewardes still hee'le talke of Prester John,
Commending him for a most worthy man,
Protesting that, soe soone hee came on Land,
Hee had that gallant warriour by the hand.
Pussh, pussh (quoth hee,) this barren Europa
Is nothing like to Æthiopia,
And then he shakes his head, (sighing most deepe)
Oh! (quoth hee) why did not I my selfe there keepe?
Which done; his Audience straight 'ginnes to applaud him.
And though an Asse, yet like a God they laude him.
Yet question him but out ath'English stile,
You'le finde the Goose ne're crost his Natiue Jle,

Satire 37.

[Prince Pluto king ath' stincking stigian Lake]

Prince Pluto king ath' stincking stigian Lake,
Finding himself not well, his will would make,
In which, this wealthy & all-worthy man,
In that his Will, to this effect begann.
Quoth he; Imprimis here I doe decree,
That Pride my first-borne sonne a Courtier bee.
Enjoyning Enuie and Ambition still
(As yonger brothers should t'attende his will.
But as for Sloath and Avarice (quoth hee)
Those will I haue in learning brought-vp bee.
Where Gluttonie my yongest sonn of all,
Shall waite one them, attentive at their call.
But now my daughter Luste, then shakes his head,
Oh! hir I'de faine see place't ere I were dead.
Hir, hir (quoth hee), if I could but bestowe,
Then I'de not care how soone I went below.
Courtiers are bad: Towns-men are often naught,
And Contrey-men (quoth he) are most vntaught.
Therefore on these shee's plainly cast awaye:
Oh! my deare Luste (quoth he,) what shall I saie?
Why faith (quoth he,) 'fore shalt be quite vndone,
I'le see thee made my selfe an honest Nunn
Soe putting hir 'mongst holly Nunnes to dwell,
His body dies, and's soule departs to hell.

Satire. 38.

[I tell thee Tom, thou art too plaine a Ladd]

I tell thee Tom, thou art too plaine a Ladd
I; too too grosse; a hom-bredd Contrey Swadd.
I tell thee man, thy witt, that witt of thyne
Is muddie, thick, 'tis nothing nimbly-fine.
With whomsoeuer thou dost chaunce to walke,
All's one to thee; of corne or land's thy talke,
Or of the Cows; else of thy flock of sheepe,
With such like stuffe, a tedious coyle thou't keepe.
Awaie plaine foole: think'st Souldiers doe delight
In such discourse? thou art deceiued quite,
Or think'st it pleasing to a schollers taste?
If thou think'st soe? a wrong conceipt thou hast,
And if thou thinkst a Courtier it will please,
Perswade thy selfe, to him 'tis much disease.
Dust' heare me Tom? I tell thee th'art too Plaine:
Why man? a nimble Witt fitts euerie vaine:
Tooth'Souldier I'de be vp with barracados,
Raising counter-mures, breaking Pallazados.
Tooth'Scholler I'de vse naught but Rethorick,
Ide vp with Sophistrie, or ellse with Logick.
As for the Courtier; pussh, I'de mak's mouth watter
I would on's Mistresse talke; with him I'de flatter.
Of Courtshipp wholly all my talke should savour,
As tell him how he might attaine t'ir favour.
Thus Thomas all their humors I would fitt,
But what talke I to one which wanteth Witt.

Satire 39.

[Relcus, thy hart's an Inn, wherein men say]

Relcus , thy hart's an Inn, wherein men say
Lies witt; (that most right-worthy guest alwaie)
But honestie were vs'd to lodge with Witt;
Canst' tell me Relcus why he doth not it?
One Inn, one boord, one bedd, did once containe
Those famouse, Radiant & bright-shining twaine,
But now; Oh now! much I muse & wonder,
What cause they haue to put themselues assunder.
It's rare to see them two, together walke,
But farre more rare it is, to see them talke.
Faith Relcus do a charitable deede,
Releiue poore Honestie in time on's neede,
And Witt and hee together revnite,
Bith' deede much maiest thou merrit by this light.
Relodg them Relcus, bigg enough's thy harte,
And in't thou't shewe a wise and charitable parte.

Satire 40.

[Bulus to haue his Taff'tie Ierkin seene]

Bulus to haue his Taff'tie Ierkin seene,
Hath learnt a trick ath'Butchers Arte, I weene,
For as the Butcher having open cutt,
His bullocks paunch; dus side from side straight putt.
His reason why each side hee setts a parte,
Is, cause men should see th'fatt about the harte
Ev'n just as these beast-slaying butchers doth,
So right this gallant (ali-Asse butcher) doth.
For on each side on's cloake, each hand he laies,
By which fine sleight he beares it back alwaies.
So by that meanes (maugre his mantles spight)
His sattin sleeues and Ierkin shall haue light.
Ith'butchers Arte, he has learn't more then halfe.
And can (you see) dresse & sett forth a Calfe.

Satire 41.

[A right good-fellow by his purse is knowen]

A right good-fellow by his purse is knowen,
For sildom it will housd a doit on's owne.
This Pratus I doe know: and more; I trowe,
I haue one rule an honest man to knowe,
For when I heare men let their judgements loose,
Of any whom they tearme for some plaine goose.
True honestie (I thinke) in him there lies,
For plaines Iudg'd is fool'rie bith'vnwise.
But Pratus, now one rule more would I know,
And that same trick I'me wisht to get from you.
That's onely this; Sir, how to know a knaue,
That kindenes at your handes; praie let me haue.

Satire 42.

[When Souldus thinkes ath'Time, how him it failes]

When Souldus thinkes ath'Time, how him it failes,
He then (alas poore-man) at Mars straight railes,
Milke-sopp (quoth he) from Uenus come advaunce
And in hir steede, come lead vs men a daunce:
Art' not asham'd to be soe weake ith' joynt?
As to be held by hir byth Cod-peice-poynt.
Come, come; let Cannons to our Meales saie grace,
Lett bulletts sing to vs the Cinquepace.
Wee long to daunce; and once the lime were when,
Thou lou'dst the bullet-banquet with vs men.
In such like juncquets once thou did'st delight,
Those were the Cates best pleas'd thy appetite.
Come, come foresake thy wanton Minyon trimm,
But Vulcan bring, since thou hast head-peec't him.

Satire 43.

[Ralf saies that Robin has no manlike face]

Ralf saies that Robin has no manlike face,
Nor cannot swashe it with the swaggringst grace:
Hee is an Asse, a verye Asse hee saith,
A pidler in his oathes; he'le sweare y-faith,
Or elles In-troth, In-deed, Insooth, or soe,
A right pure dunce,that cann saie I, or noe,
I'le teach him that in one halfe daie he shall
Sweare ev'rie oath with grace Emperiall.
What I (quoth hee?) let anie doe me wrong,
Thus I'le shew vigor with my spright-full tongue
I'le vowe by Styxes pitch-black hidious streames,
By all the radiant raies of yon' same beames,
By Joue who makes Earthes Canapie to quake,
Or by the ruler of the stidgian lake,
That I will kill him; slashe him; hewe the knaue.
Or Peece-meale cutt him, to devoure the slaue.
I will not saye, Indeed-la sir I'le doo't
What J? by Ioue J will putt home vntoo't.

Satire 44.

[All saies that Dulcus all in's booke delights]

All saies that Dulcus all in's booke delights,
But all those alles are all deceiued quite.
For's Eare (but that indeed's but parte of him)
To heare (oh! how it goes toth' harte of him)
His smooth tongue prate: reioyceth in such measure,
As noe mans Eare (by's tongue) e're reap't like pleasiure.
Oh God! if you did heare the great delight
His Eare dus heare, you would be ravisht quite.
For's Tongue too's Eare convaies such wordes refin'd,
As 'tis not straunge hee's ravisht in his minde.

Satire 45.

[Gorgus a good minde beares, in this 'tis seene]

Gorgus a good minde beares, in this 'tis seene,
For looke what things are naught, & baddest beene.
Gorgus, to make them good doth striue amaine,
And in this worke doth take noe litle paine,
The wicked'st lie by baddest tongue er'e fordg'd,
(I; were it by Hells-Maister's self disgordg'd)
Gorgus; (though ne'r soe badd) will make it good,
I, and maintaine it; to a dropp of bloud.
A good mind Gorgus, to make things good of Euell,
Why 'tis a worke contrarie to the Divell.

Satire 46.

[Bentus, did you lie sucking at the Ale]

Bentus , did you lie sucking at the Ale,
You'd not looke white, leane, waper-eide, & pale.
You haue been sicke: your vrine (if you please)
I'le truly cast, & tell you your disease.
You were not smaid at Fontus late downefall.
Noe; to your harte that was right cordiall.
It Pleased you that Courtus in's sute was crost,
And that Marchantus his ritch shipp late loste.
Those put you on soe blith a merrie pinn.
That you from hartie laughing could not linn.
It was not these, made you loke hagged white;
No blear-ey'd Benttus: here's the wicked spight.
Lately was Uirtus for his virtues grac'd,
And on bright honours seat for's Vertues plac'd.
T'was this, thy freindes advaunc'ment bredd thy smart,
This was the shaft, that prickt thy cank'red hart.
Bentus, th'art sicke: thy palenes shewes thy Evill,
The sor's much doubtfull, which is hurt byth' Devill.

Satire 47.

[Thy hart's enflamed Ardus with this fire]

Thy hart's enflamed Ardus with this fire,
Of clambring man: faine would'dst thou clamber higher
Yet Ardus, Ardus, obserue but well the Tyme,
And thou shalt finde, thou tak'st wrong waies to clime.
'Tis not the deedes of Armes, thou do'st repeate,
Can make thee mount one Inch to honours feate.
Nor will the conquering Townes helpe thee one whitt,
Recount thou these, these throws thee down from it.
Can'st flatter man? well learne thou but that lepp,
Then thou shalt quickly gaine the foremost stepp.
Then for the second round, learne Pandrisine,
And thou shalt gett it straight I warrant thee.
Now for the round, that toucheth honours neast,
This round lies high; more daung'rous then the rest:
Ardus, thou must a Pollititian bee,
Skillfull to plott, & pack deepe trecherie.
Learne these, (onely take heede of Envies Eye,
Then shalt thou easly mount, & clamber high.

Satire 48.

[VVert not for subjects, Kings vnkingly were]

VVert not for subjects, Kings vnkingly were,
For they be they, which propps the kingly chaire.
And were it soe, that subjects were awaie,
The Poetts poetrie would straight decaie,
As th'one by subjects has his Temples crown'd,
Soe tother by good subjects is renown'd.
Since both their states by subjects be vp-held,
That both are Kinges it cannot be repell'd.
They both bee Kinges: But th' Poetts Realme I finde,
Restes in the Climar of a fittle minde.
A minde content, falls to their kingdomes share.
Yet like my Argument most Poetts are
That's verie weake and most exceeding bare.

Satire 49.

[VVhen Scoggin liu'd, I thinke in those same daies]

VVhen Scoggin liu'd, I thinke in those same daies,
Men did not well knowe how, nor whom to praise
Because (forsooth) a fatt sowse taile he greas'd
T'applaud his witt, those wittles Graunsires pleas'd,
But harke ye; say they were but living nowe,
(wish did soe praise the greasing of one sowe)
How would they praise (naie they'd doe more then praise)
The fatt-gies'd-tailes, soe daub'd in these our daies.
It is not onely Sowes that greased bee,
But Hogges (a thousand in one daie) grease wee
And grease wee still for greasing of that parte
Adds fatt to fatt, and then it's fitt to ---

Satire 50.

[VVhy Tom quoth Tharsus th'art deceiued quite]

VVhy Tom quoth Tharsus th'art deceiued quite,
I still continewe Courtier by this light
Thou look'dst I should haue cal'd: Sir, doe yee heare?
Wil't please you taste (e're goe) a cupp of beare?
Awaie, awaie: why harke thee noble Theefe,
I'me none of those which feedes on poudred beefe.
Nor none of those that keepes a standing house:
Awaie with Gulls: come; thee & I'le carrowse:
Wee'le swallow healthes; not of your fulsome beare
T 'shallbe noe Earthly stuff; but stuff to nectar near:
Come Tom with Heauenly stuff thy mawe I'le feede
With that stuffes Quintessence which still dus breede.
In man's lowe brest: high thoughts which still aspire,
And vpwardes mount, as Heauens vp-mounting fire.
A Pox on't Tom, I thus dull humours choake,
And thus confound them with a Pipe of smoake.
Haue at thee Tom, Tobaccoe's harte of Oake.

Satire. 51.

[One of the Nation of that sprightfull Frenche.]

One of the Nation of that sprightfull Frenche.
Tooke armes to joyne in battell with a wench:
Well fell hee on; and soe well dealt each blowe
As at the firste he gaue an overthrow,
But fewe there was, which did behoulde that sight,
But Iudg'd the wench would haue the worst ath' fight:
Yet shee in warrs Arte verie pollitick,
Compells hir forces stand: by which same trick,
(Charging againe with all; (who at it would not scoff?
Againe shee (with a Pox) makes him fall off.
His seccond: (a Nation which shall nameles be)
Fell well on too; but cam not off Scott-free,
Yet as the French, at firste encount'red well;
But to retrait (Pox on't) at laste he fell.
Alas the firste soe flesht hir, as that he,
Shee'd ne're endure, to come off quite Scott-free.

Satire. 51.

[The pampred Horse at Mares ne're neigheth more]

The pampred Horse at Mares ne're neigheth more,
Then Lustus at all times doth at a ---
And as the lustfull Stallion striues to be
With ev'rie beast (of's kinde) his Eye doth see.
Soe likewise Lustus doth : but Lord 'tis straunge,
That man should out of reasons boundes soe raunge.
The Horse is yong, and full of strength his vaines,
A beaste: hee has noe reason to guide's raines.
But hee's a man (hee should be soe at leaste)
(And rul'd with reason, deff'rent from a beaste)
An aged man, a man gray-hair'd & olde.
Whose withered-shrinking Vaines must needes be colde,
Whose partched bodie's from all moisture drie;
Yet sildom times he sees a Wench passe by,
But hee with (badd intent) goe to hir must,
To quench (what should hee quench?) a diuelsh Lust.
Oh beastelie man: the beastli'st beast wee finde,
(Jf quencht in Corpes) ne're thirsteth in his minde.

Satire 53.

[Kamatus being sicke through too much drincke]

Satire 54.

[You Cryttickes, which inuectiuely do write]

You Cryttickes, which inuectiuely do write,
To you whose pennes soe bitterly doe bite,
To yon I speake; of you I aske but why
You howrely doe great Lordings soe belie?
You prate how Lordes vn-mann'd are in this age,
You saie't is well if they haue but a page.
Come prating Parretts let your tatlings cease,
And let but this suffice to make you peace.
Doe not they Woemen keepe? which eu'rie yeare
More costly are, then e're old blew-coates were:
For euery man their Graundsires kept before.
These keepe three woemen for't, or rather more.
Contrariewise; 'twas neuer seene ith' Land,
(As now they are) the woemen halfe soe man'd.
Recount but these, you lauish writers large,
And you shall finde they are at treble charge,

Satire 55.

[There is noe Land vppon Earthes Center knowen]

There is noe Land vppon Earthes Center knowen,
Like th'English soyle, soe wond'rous wealthy growne.
That Ieuwell, which all Nations holdes soe deare,
Wee treade in durt; not caring for it here.
Why what's Plaine dealing? some this Iemm dus hold,
A Ieuwell farr in prise surpassing gold.
But wee (it seemes) o'rcloyd with it of late,
Hold, and esteeme it at a straunge lowe rate.
Soe lowe a rate: that 'tis fetcht from's soe fast,
As, much I feare, all wilbe fetcht at at laste.

Satire 56.

[Verbositus at wordes from Latine caru'd]

Verbositus at wordes from Latine caru'd
Dus snatch, as if his wittes were hunger-staru'd:
And well hee dus; for faith soe leane 'tis growne,
That from Annotomie 'tis hardly knowne.
It is soe weake, as (truelie) I protest,
Fine phrase retoricall 'twill not disgest.
Harke Would by-wise? by good wordes ill appli'd,
The Asse to be a foole by's owne tongue's tri'd,
Then if th'art wise, thy tongue hath thee beti'd,

Satire 57.

[A waie with him quoth gold daub'd Thamaccus]

A waie with him quoth gold daub'd Thamaccus,
His speechles silence shewes he is an Asse,
A Dunce you see, that knowes not how to looke,
Some braine-beater or porrer on a booke.
Tell him ath' mounting Faulcons braue made flight,
Or what mouth'd hound makes huntsmen best delight.
Discourse to him of which Dogg made a faulte,
How Thunder spent, or what made Tyndall hault,
Awaie, awaie: awaie with senceles blockes,
Farr better 'tis to tell it vnto stockes.
Thus sh'wes Sir Gold-cold-witted Asse his skill,
And floutes the Poore-ritch-minded scholler still,

Satire 58.

[Before I marrie'd was to my fayre wife]

Before I marrie'd was to my fayre wife,
Oh Lord! how solitarie was my life:
But nowe to be pertaker of my sporte,
Gallants to my house (as to a Courte) resorte:
One cause he would acquinte himselfe with mee.
Takes his occasion my fine Nagg to see,
Another comes to heare my Kennells crie,
The thirde perhapps to see my Fawlcon flye.
Oh! who would not gett a preettie wenche too's wife,
That hates to leade a sollitarie life.

Satire 59.

[Pusa is gott with childe, Sam, doe not flatter]

Pusa is gott with childe, Sam, doe not flatter;
But speake; had'st not a finger in the matter:
It was Ill hand'led Samwell; for in truth,
The wench saies none but Samwell is the youth,
Pox on't Sam; Cradles forth' childe to sleepe,
With Candles, Soape, & Washing, will grow deepe.
Besides all this (but this is to thy grace)
In white-sheet thou must waite a Sermons space.
Faith Sam, what luck had'st thou soe well to speede?
As to be graced for thy Maisters deede.

Satire 60.

[When Dick for want of druncken mates growes sicke]

When Dick for want of druncken mates growes sicke,
Then with himself to worke goes faithfull Dick.
The butt'rie dore t'ymselfe he shutteth close,
That done, then goes the pottstraight waies to's nose:
A health (quoth noble Dick: each Hogshead than,
Must seeming pledge this honest faithfull man.
But straight from kindnes Dick to humors growes,
And then too th' barrels he his valour showes,
Throwing about the cupps, the potts, & glasses,
And railes ath' Iunns; calling them druncken Asses.
From this to kindnes hee dus come; and then,
A freshe a drinking Richard fales agen,
Ne're ceasing this same faithfull coyle to keepe,
Tall vnder th' Hogshead he falls fast a sleepe.

Satire 61.

[As Boastus all alone in's Hall did walke]

As Boastus all alone in's Hall did walke,
Thus to himselfe, did Boastus brauely talke,
Oh! that old Troye (quoth he) had bene vnsack't,
I would (I trowe) haue made the Gretians pactt.
And this right arme the Troians would haue founde,
Should soone haue beat the Gretians from theire ground.
And then his sworde about his heade he flasheth,
Ah hah quoth he; & then the postes he slasheth.
Then straight he wisheth for great Charlemayne,
Or for that neuer conqer'd Tamberlayne.
Oh! Earth disgorge thy selfe of Allexander,
I long to fight (quoth he) with that Commaunder.
Good Grandam let them but appeare in sight,
That they may once but taste of this armes might.
And then againe too's flashing worke he goes,
Wishing that all those postes were deadly foes.
Would here were Roman Ceasar Romes great King,
I faith (quoth he) I'de make his Cox-combe sing,
And then he foines & strikes, (without all staie)
Stooles, Chaires, Formes, bordes, or what else is in's waie.
Still executing's wrath vppon those men,
Till's angrie wife came in, and rescu'd them
For in shee came, and in her hand a Ladle,
With which shee swing'd him well about the nodle.
And why? alas he rockt not well the cradle.

Satire 62.

[Metamorphiz'd Mick: where's thy Target man?]

Metamorphiz'd Mick: where's thy Target man?
What chaung'd into a lisping Ladies fann?
Is dubb a dubb Bellonas warlike noates,
Chaung'd to fa la la, streind through shrill Evnukes throates?
Art turn'd from grimm-face't Mars his valiaunce,
To smiling Uenus hir tempting daliaunce?
Me thinkes those leggs oft harnest with bright steele,
To twind with Nimphes weake limmes no sweet should feele,
Hast learn'd to skipp, smyle, kisse, & looke demure?
Ith' steede of charge or raise a counter mure,
For shame rechaunge, thou maiden-chaunged Mick
Come vse thy pyke; tha'st vs'd too long thy ---

Satire 63.

[VVhy how now drowsie Dick? what halfe a sleepe?]

VVhy how now drowsie Dick? what halfe a sleepe?
Come madd-capp; followe me & I will steepe
Thy muddye braines in sparkling Charnico,
Come rise damb'd Rogue; slydd skabb it shall be soe,
Why how now Asse? what ayel'st t'ou foole to whyne?
What crying? s'harte this is ex'lent fine,
Thou pul'st, & snul'st: a great peece matter why?
Forsooth by cause thou told'st thy Dadd a lie.
Why horson foole, was't not done in thy drinke?
Slidd; thou't prooue an Idyeot (sure) I thinke.
Did'st euer see mee in this pulling passe?
Yet I haue call'd (e're now) my Father Asse.
My wife yong Witch, my Mother worne-out Punck.
Well: what a this? they'd saie but I was drunck.
Come faithfull Dick, let's drincke, thou must not crye,
Thou't ne're make Theefe, that pul'st soe at a lie.

Satire 64.

[I tell thee Jack, amidst thy cupps of wyne]

I tell thee Jack, amidst thy cupps of wyne,
Thou art not braue; thy tongue's not nimble fine.
Sullen thou sitt'st, as seeming discontent.
At thy assotiats Iouall merriment.
Bee Iouall Ladd; stirr-vp thy tongue to walke,
A man in's cupps is priueleg'd to talke.
Why leaden-harted-man, why hadst thou birth
But to consume thy time in sprightfull mirth?
Soe thy tongue flippant be, care not man
Let it prate; noe matter what 'tis an.
Let thy comparissons mount vp tooth' skye:
Saie, what are Kinges but men? and foe am I
Th'art not true bredd, thou dreamest of thy ende,
Come, Rouse-vp Ladd, what old-Dadds get wee'l spend.

Satire 65.

[I graunt thee Allexander thon waft great]

I graunt thee Allexander thon waft great,
And that this crauin world thou once did'st beat:
Naie more, I doe beleeue & thinke 'tis true
That part ath'warlike Gods thou did'st subdue.
Yet what a this? I meane not blaze thy name
But with a brighter light to daske the same.
The cause why thou great Ioues high Throne hast kist,
I pry thee tell whereon it doth consiste?
Thou't saie on Conquestes, which with bloud thou got'st,
And that by these all others Fame thou blott'st.
Come come, thy greatest great is meerely small,
To blowne fac't Blundulus of stature tall,
Hast thou a legg more bigg then anie Oake?
Or thigh whose bone will bide a Canon stroake?
Hast thou a paunch wherein may Armies hidd,
As in the Gretian Horse long since there did?
Come, to be short, vnlesse thou hast all this,
Blundulus is great, and thou but small J wis.

Satire 66.

[Things which of Death doe put great men in minde]

Things which of Death doe put great men in minde,
Are alwaies not the welcom'st things wee finde:
Since soe; why doe wee muse they soe reject,
All Serving men? and of them not respect.
Oh blame them not; for (faith la) doe ye heare?
To see Death; what is hee that would not feare?
And what is hee that Serving-men should see,
To gape, as waite? but Iudge would that was hee,
For Iuste as Death waites onely to deuoure,
E'ne soe doe they, and haue the selfe same power.
To keepe em then, J praye great men excuse.
For so to thinke one Death they could not chuse.

Satire 67.

[Giue waie Orlando Furious man I saie]

Giue waie Orlando Furious man I saie,
(For furiousnes) to Spendus giue thou waie.
Tis true (Inraged-man) that at one stroake,
(E're now) thou hast made fall the sturdi'st Oake.
But what is one Oakes fall? Spendus at one blowe,
Whole woodds ath' biggest Oakes dus ouerthrowe.
Orlando: th'art compos'd of Earth and Aeire,
And of the Cristall running-water faire.
But Spendus (worthy Spendus) J presume,
Is all of fire, for hee dus all consume.

Satire 68.

[I will raile at thee Nature; for I finde]

I will raile at thee Nature; for I finde
My bodie's smal, and answers not my minde,
How happs tha'st made me of a Dwarfish stature?
Fie, fie, I tell thee tha'rt too blame Dame Nature.
Why Woman-God, too much th'ast wronged mee,
For by my minde, a Gyant I should bee.
Tis great; I wondrous great, then how comes it
That too't my body thou soe i'll did'st fitt?
Goe corrupt Dame; I tell thee I doe finde
I should haue bene a Souldier by my minde:
I'em proud, stout, & though I'em nothing couetous,
Yet (Souldier-like) I am ambitious.
What's in a Souldiers minde's in mine: then why
To my great minde soe smale a man am J?

Satire 69.

[Go Ridus teach Tellatus some true skill.]

Go Ridus teach Tellatus some true skill.
To make his Beaste (while he gets vp) stand still,
Hee dares not mount; Ridus how shall he doe?
And when hee'd mount, then startes she to and fro.
Faith helpe him Ridus; hee must haue hir man'd
Hee loues the Beaste that's broken to his hand.
About it man, thou hast the onely'st name,
To make (by riding) wilde things truely tame.

Satire 70.

[Knowe you not him with Peacock-spreadingh-plumes?]

Knowe you not him with Peacock-spreadingh-plumes?
That great-bigg-mountaine-looker which soe fumes.
Hee whose Rock-rending-looke grimm Mars would make
(As frozen-synew'd) with could feare to quake,
And make the troubled Ensignes of pale feare,
At sight of it, in his base cheekes appeare
Moste straunge! knowe you not him? oh mudds foule slime!
Why hee's the thunder threatner of our tyme,
Whyt's razer-witted Clitus; that same Ladd.
Which Godds (ere now) to speake-to has been gladd,
It's hee whose Hobby-mounting thoughts soe sor'd.
That lesse then Joue none thought he'd be ador'd.
Knowe you not him? why faith 'tis wondrous straunge,
Yet 'tis not, cause ath' Man-Gods nowe great chaunge.

Satire 71.

[Hob-carting Tom and's Father's gone to plowe]

Hob-carting Tom and's Father's gone to plowe,
Leauing old Madge at home to feed the Sow,
Ka Tom too's Father; Vather earste tou mee?
I, my boy Tom; wat zest? zay on ka hee
Maz Vather-la wud God eech had a wife,
Ma thinkes eech wudd ha wone rare than my life
Oh boy ka hee tis naught, 'twill spoyle thy groath,
Twull mare thee Tom; twull make thee vull a zloath,
Naie hold tere Vather; wudd tou wud'st not lie,
But whare twull or no la (ka Tom I'le trie,
Eech wott well Vather eech forgoe my zleepe,
While you lie snoring, eech oft crie & weepe.
While you lie gruntling like a drousie hogg,
Eech madditate, watt eech should send my Iugg.
Zest Vather wat tou wult: doe all tho't doe,
Yet eech shall trie my beste a wife to woe.
Wilt Tom ka hee? but I'de not ha thee yet
Vurst ha thy Lond in harte, & then th'art fitt.
Lond in harte? that's vyne ka Tom; Lond in varte,
I'le ha a wiue else Dule himselfe zelue goo't carte
Well Tom ka's Vather; make noe more a doe,
And eech my zelfe will helpe thee one to woe.
Gramercie Uather; zest wel like a mon,
Doe as thou zest; and eech wull loue thee thon.

Satire 72.

[Who would not follow Warrs that has his witt?]

Who would not follow Warrs that has his witt?
Which allwaies has such musicke followes it,
The priuat'st Souldiour lying in his neast,
By warbling lullabies is brought too's rest.
Not by your wanton-wench-like Evnukes voyce,
But by a heau'nlike thundring Cannons noyse.
Vnto whose song the trumpett soe dus plaie,
As tweene them both they rauishsence a waie,
Soe sweet's the musike, which doe followe warrs,
That Cyties daunce, and capers to the starrs.

Satire 73.

[Proudus th'art not (soe far as I can see)]

Proudus th'art not (soe far as I can see)
In outward shewe, what inward thou maist bee.
Although th'art all in raggs, yet I doe finde,
Vnder those raggs a whole Emperiall minde.
Fewe big-fast Lordes: push, of Lordes what doe I prate?
Fewe Kinges cann looke soe bigg as thou of late.
In faith (but I'me to bould) hadst thou but pelfe.
Speake great-smale-man, what would'st thinke on thy selfe?
A man? a Earthly man? noe: thoughts would breede
Thou wert engendred of some heaunlie seed.
I faith, (but tell mee) sometimes dust not gesse
That Iupiter vnto thy Mother had accesse?
I know great-thoughted-man by thy lookes straine
That such high thoughts, thy braue harte dus maintaine-
Well still looke great, and one daie thou shalt see,
A greate purse to thy lookes, will answer thee,

Satire 74.

[Dartus, if thou'dst a Courtier learne to be]

Dartus , if thou'dst a Courtier learne to be,
Then take a glasse; that booke shall straight teach thee.
Looke in thy glasse, and frowne, or skowle, or smile
And shalt see one doo soe an other while,
Laugh thou, there's one will laugh: shedd thou a teare
A teare ther's oue will shedd; I dust thou heare?
Thy bodie bow, gape, winke, or nodd thy pate,
Doe what thou wilt, ther's one will imitate.
To great men (if thou wilt a Courtier bee)
Thou must doe, as thy shadowe dus to thee,

Satire 75.

[Whyle my apparrell was not fine, but plaine]

Whyle my apparrell was not fine, but plaine,
At Assus but this stile, could I obtaine.
God morrowe Sir; How doe ye sir to daye?
But when in my apparrell I grew gaie,
Why then God morrowe to your Worshipp sir,
Then's tongue without a worshipp ne're would stir.
But looke when my apparrell was not gaie
I certaien was noe worshipp t'haue that daye
Taylors: sure honourable men you bee,
For you men worshippfull can make J see.

Satire 76.

[Cvntrey Tailors themselues tooth' Court betake]

Cvntrey Tailors themselues tooth' Court betake,
As th'old saying is, but for meere fasshon sake,
They goe toth' Courte as manie Courtiers goe,
Vnto the Church; thar is to see, or soe
More matter on't what neede I make?
Since vp they goe, onely for fashon sake.
They make the Courte (for fasshon sake) their Schools,
Whereby to fasshon out each Contrey fools.

Satire 77.

[Wilt bee a Serving-man? thou art not fitt]

Wilt bee a Serving-man? thou art not fitt,
Thy stubborne pate affordes noe reatching witt:
If thou would'st soe; thou must loose learning than,
That ornament getts smale forth' Seruing-man.
But wilt a states-man serue? where's thy braines stretch?
Fie, twill not plott, tis naught; twill not retch.
Wilt follow his yong sonn? foole, awaie: Fie,
Examin how thou art in quallitie.
Canste hawke, hunte; or haste the hots-mans skill?
Canst drabb, dice, drincke, or's wenching luste fulfill?
If not? awaie; awaie: will bee thy cheere,
With this adition, What makes this Asse heere?
Wilt wait on's daughter? ah hah, there's a Lasse:
How's thy humor? If sadd? then th'art an asse.
Canst neither daunce, nor sing? foole then awaie
Why quallities is all in all, I saie,
If canst not musicke plaie, or dandle Pearle
Or goe (if sent) in priuate to an Earle,
If canst not these doe? (credit me or trie)
Thou't be reputed of noe quallitie.
Awaie thou't turned be, (wantst but those partes)
And held a foole, maugre thy librall artes.

Satire 76.

[Descend thou monstrous damn'd-deluding Gold]

Descend thou monstrous damn'd-deluding Gold,
Into thy fathers black infernall hold,
Pueilas cold-chast thoughtes had been vnthaud,
Hadst thou not been, thou most entising baude
Old Fathers liues in sonns eyes were noe moates,
Wert not for thee, thou temp'st 'em cut their throates.
Thou true-bred Feynd right make-bate in these yeres,
Tis thou setst Kinges togeather by theire eares.
Uarlat avaunt, keepe out my sight th'adst beste.
Else J'le en-dungeon thee in strong-bar'd Cheste.

Satire 80.

[Come Lord that would-be, I'le condole with thee]

Come Lord that would-be, I'le condole with thee,
Cause what thou wouldst be made, will neuer be.
What though thou neuer wast 'fore seiged Towne
With thunder-threatning Gunns to gunn it downe?
Or complete arm'd vppon a firie steed?
Making on euerie side thy foes to bleede.
Why though thou ne're didst soe, yet Lord that would-bee,
Honour in my minde appertaines to thee.
Deserues he honour which entrencheth Townes?
And he noe honour which entrencheth growndes?
Me thinkes hee which in fielde St. George dus crie,
Deserues noe more, then If's waie hee did flie.
Come Lord that would-be, gett more Cowes & sheepe,
And honour will come on you, though you sleepe.

Satire 81.

[Talke you with Poet-Asse sitting in's seate]

Talke you with Poet-Asse sitting in's seate,
You'le heare him ex'lent, Epigrames repeate,
Demaund him whose they bee, they runn soe fine,
He answers straight, fruits of this braine of myne,
Yet let a well-read Poet heare the vaine,
Hee'lle finde they came out of a Bastardes braine.
Dust heare me Poet-asse? I'le prophysee,
That when th'art mari'd thou't a Cockould bee:
Thou fath'rest now things got by other men,
What wilt thou doe when thou art mari'd then?
I pry thee good Iack-Dawe giue each berd's owne,
That for a plaine Iack-Dawe thou maist be knowne.

Satire 82.

[Beare hence my Septer and my massie Crowne]

Beare hence my Septer and my massie Crowne,
I cannot beare them but they'le beare me downe,
Sadd cares and feares attendeth on them soe,
As I their burthens cannot vndergoe.
Bring me my Hooke, my Scripp, my Flock of sheepe,
J long a gaine that quiet Realme to keepe.

Satire 83.

[The Printer saies, good bookes doe baddly sell]

The Printer saies, good bookes doe baddly sell,
Then myne (cause badd (I'em sure) must needs take well.
but howsoeuer good or badd they bee,
To take-well (Lawyers) let em learne of yee.
Praie teach em it; that parte y'are perfectst in,
Teach em take well: for God sake learne em synn.

Satire 84.

[If Vennym'd-mouth'd-fell-bitten Zoylus stirt.]

If Vennym'd-mouth'd-fell-bitten Zoylus stirt.
Then Whelpe be firce vppon that snarling Curr.
Let him noe sooner grinn, but on him flie,
And thou shalt see, his waie, awaie hee'le hie
With's taile 'tweene's leggs awaie hee'le scudd & gadd,
Onely hee'le barke & howle as he were madd.

Satire 85.

[Goe churlish whelpe, awaie goe thou and sleepe.]

Goe churlish whelpe, awaie goe thou and sleepe.
And till I call, againe, thy kennell keepe.
Thou barkest loud; too loude thou barkest Whelpe,
I must haue whippetts now, that doe but yelpe.
I hunt noe beastes; I'ue altred now my wont,
My pleasiur's now the Vermin chace to hunt
Be gone yong Curr, yet if fowle swyne doe rout,
J'le whissle then, and then againe come out.

AN APPOLOGJE.

An Jdle humor has possest my penn
To writ invectiue 'gainst ill humor'd men.
Jt is not over one, it's generall:
That I haue sprinck'led this my bitter gaule.
My gen'rall meaning's gen'rally to those.
Whose humors, these badd humors doe disclose.
Therefore (Ime sure) the wise, what ere they thinke.
Jf they theire faultes doe see, they'le see & winke.
By others how they're ta'en, or what they saye,
J'le take noe care, let them themselues bewraye.
If anye saies but Jll J SATYRYZE
Asking why men J doe pertick'larize
J answere those, I onely faine a name;
All knowes this kinde of vayne requires the same.
I'ue done noe wrong, Iue off red none abuse,
Let them that has soe, seeke & craue excuse.