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The Apes Censure.
Excellent
Apes; yee have your selves displaid,
Now heare what shal againe to you be said.
And first for you grand-gull, whose ayrie vants
Consist of Titles and of Sycophants,
I here degrade you, and injoyne you more,
To live as private as you did before
You came to greatnesse: they that cannot tell
How to demeane themselves when they are well,
Must by severer meanes be brought unto it,
I doe this to reclaime you, pray you show it.
Now heare what shal againe to you be said.
And first for you grand-gull, whose ayrie vants
Consist of Titles and of Sycophants,
I here degrade you, and injoyne you more,
To live as private as you did before
You came to greatnesse: they that cannot tell
How to demeane themselves when they are well,
Must by severer meanes be brought unto it,
I doe this to reclaime you, pray you show it.
For you licentious fleshly Libertine
Who in delights surfeit away your time,
Go from our presence; wee have here enow
To traine our Lords in lightnesse besides you.
Cynthia's pure rayes should not be dark't by those
Who live like Venus friends, but Vesta's foes;
Retire, Retire, your follies are descride,
And live from us till you be mortifide.
Who in delights surfeit away your time,
Go from our presence; wee have here enow
To traine our Lords in lightnesse besides you.
Cynthia's pure rayes should not be dark't by those
Who live like Venus friends, but Vesta's foes;
Retire, Retire, your follies are descride,
And live from us till you be mortifide.
For you Vaine-glorious Ape, you doe appeare
So proud, we cannot brooke your being here.
God hath ordain'd before the heav'nes begin,
A fall for Pride, A punnishment for Sin;
The proud are ever plagu'd by prouder ones,
“There must be had sharpe Steele to smooth rough stones
Leave us, you are not for us, nor be wee
For you, or yours, till you more humble bee.
So proud, we cannot brooke your being here.
God hath ordain'd before the heav'nes begin,
A fall for Pride, A punnishment for Sin;
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“There must be had sharpe Steele to smooth rough stones
Leave us, you are not for us, nor be wee
For you, or yours, till you more humble bee.
For you, my prettie Guga, whose vaine fancie
Hath brought you to a carlesse, curelesse Phrensie,
I will not censure you, for as it seemes
You understand not what a Censure meanes;
Yet that you be restrain'd, I hold it fit,
Till diet and restraint restore your wit.
Which done, you may regain your former freedom,
“For mad-braind boys our court doth litle need'em.
Hath brought you to a carlesse, curelesse Phrensie,
I will not censure you, for as it seemes
You understand not what a Censure meanes;
Yet that you be restrain'd, I hold it fit,
Till diet and restraint restore your wit.
Which done, you may regain your former freedom,
“For mad-braind boys our court doth litle need'em.
For you, new fangle Jack, whose aymes aspire
To gaudie and fantasticall attire,
For your abuse both to the State and us,
We censure you and your distemper thus.
Till you a fashion finde, rome too and fro,
That may content our hum'rous gallants so
As they shall never change that fashion more,
But keepe them still to that which you bring ore.
To gaudie and fantasticall attire,
For your abuse both to the State and us,
We censure you and your distemper thus.
Till you a fashion finde, rome too and fro,
That may content our hum'rous gallants so
As they shall never change that fashion more,
But keepe them still to that which you bring ore.
For you rare Ape, your observation's such,
I cannot well admire your worth too much;
Yet I may partly guesse what is your ayme,
And I will labour to effect the same.
It's your ambition to beget esteeme,
In publique places to be heard and seene,
And so you shall; for trust me you shall be
Reer'd on a publique place, the Pillorie.
I cannot well admire your worth too much;
Yet I may partly guesse what is your ayme,
And I will labour to effect the same.
It's your ambition to beget esteeme,
In publique places to be heard and seene,
And so you shall; for trust me you shall be
Reer'd on a publique place, the Pillorie.
Now my sweete Ape, how brisk my Courtier goes,
A if for want of feete he went on 's toes?
You, or I much mistake me, make a sport
To buy and sell our Offices in Court;
Our Imposts too you farme for such a sum,
And glory in your tricks when you have don.
For which, neat Sir, you shall by th'heeles be laid,
Till restitution to the State be made.
A if for want of feete he went on 's toes?
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To buy and sell our Offices in Court;
Our Imposts too you farme for such a sum,
And glory in your tricks when you have don.
For which, neat Sir, you shall by th'heeles be laid,
Till restitution to the State be made.
For you rich City-Ape, who can devour
Poore Widows houses, cheat your Creditor,
And by Protections bearing such a date,
Wipe others of their owne, inhance your State;
These I suppresse; and if it shall appeare
Your Sonne was not estated a whole yeare
Before you broke, your Creditors shall share:
Meane time of Pious Works you must take care.
Poore Widows houses, cheat your Creditor,
And by Protections bearing such a date,
Wipe others of their owne, inhance your State;
These I suppresse; and if it shall appeare
Your Sonne was not estated a whole yeare
Before you broke, your Creditors shall share:
Meane time of Pious Works you must take care.
For you penurious drudge, who pores one earth,
And joyes in nought but in your Countrey dearth;
Twentie poore Soules you weekely shall maintaine,
During which time you shall not sell a graine;
For this's the ayme which I doe levell at,
The leane Kine are to feed upon the fat:
For if the fat yeeld not the leane supplie,
Tha fat may ryot, but the leane will die.
And joyes in nought but in your Countrey dearth;
Twentie poore Soules you weekely shall maintaine,
During which time you shall not sell a graine;
For this's the ayme which I doe levell at,
The leane Kine are to feed upon the fat:
For if the fat yeeld not the leane supplie,
Tha fat may ryot, but the leane will die.
For you Law list, for Laws are in your fist,
Ruling our Courts of justice as you list;
You shall be spar'd for climing up our stayres,
Betake you now unto your private prayers:
Meane time this Labell shall be writ and hung
Upon your Gowne, to manifest our wrong:
“For love of bribes, and for contempt of right,
“My Master is become Anacorite.
Ruling our Courts of justice as you list;
You shall be spar'd for climing up our stayres,
Betake you now unto your private prayers:
Meane time this Labell shall be writ and hung
Upon your Gowne, to manifest our wrong:
“For love of bribes, and for contempt of right,
“My Master is become Anacorite.
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For you Church-gnat, who can observe the time,
And make your Coat a cover for your crime;
Who Church Revenues with your tricks inhance,
And pride you in your blockish ignorance;
Who to oppression and extortion fold,
Dishonour God, idolotrize your gold:
Since gold (my Prelate) is to you so deere,
To India go, you shall be Bishop there.
And make your Coat a cover for your crime;
Who Church Revenues with your tricks inhance,
And pride you in your blockish ignorance;
Who to oppression and extortion fold,
Dishonour God, idolotrize your gold:
Since gold (my Prelate) is to you so deere,
To India go, you shall be Bishop there.
For you Sir Politick, you are so wise
I know not well what Project to divise
To keepe your Brains a worke; but for a space
My Pleasure is that you doe leave this Place,
And not returne, untill you understand
What causeth dearth of money in our Land;
What way our best commodities doe go,
And whether they bring back as good or no.
I know not well what Project to divise
To keepe your Brains a worke; but for a space
My Pleasure is that you doe leave this Place,
And not returne, untill you understand
What causeth dearth of money in our Land;
What way our best commodities doe go,
And whether they bring back as good or no.
For you my Chimick Ape, I muse you would
Pore in a glasse and lose your hope of gold;
But let this passe: I heare you have no skill,
And that in curing one, you twentie kill;
Which to redresse, I have by Act decre'd,
Your Urinal be broken on your head:
And that you be indited of manslaughter
If ere you practise rules of Physick after.
Pore in a glasse and lose your hope of gold;
But let this passe: I heare you have no skill,
And that in curing one, you twentie kill;
Which to redresse, I have by Act decre'd,
Your Urinal be broken on your head:
And that you be indited of manslaughter
If ere you practise rules of Physick after.
Now for my Critick Ape, that Demophon
Who sweats i'th shadow, shudders in the Sun,
Who never saw that man in all his dayes
He could finde in his heart to love or praise;
He with his Gypsies is so fitly mated,
He will be taken hold on by the Statute.
Mean time let, him by Foists and Bungs be friended
It is not long till he must be suspended,
Be gon, my Censure shall not be disputed,
This is decree'd and must be executed.
Who sweats i'th shadow, shudders in the Sun,
Who never saw that man in all his dayes
He could finde in his heart to love or praise;
He with his Gypsies is so fitly mated,
He will be taken hold on by the Statute.
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It is not long till he must be suspended,
Be gon, my Censure shall not be disputed,
This is decree'd and must be executed.
Affrighted with the Censure of each Ape,
Fearing my selfe were one I did awake;
But finding it a dreame I thought it fit,
Only for pastime-sake to publish it.
Fearing my selfe were one I did awake;
But finding it a dreame I thought it fit,
Only for pastime-sake to publish it.
Similis mihi Simia nulla est.
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