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THE SATYRE. [OF REVENGE.]
Braue
Enginer, you whose more curious hand
Hath fram'd a Bull of brasse by choycest art,
That as a Trophie it might euer stand,
And be an Embleme of thy cruell heart:
Hearke what's thy tyrant Phalaris command,
Whose will's a law; and hauing heard it well,
Thy censure to succeeding ages tell.
Hath fram'd a Bull of brasse by choycest art,
That as a Trophie it might euer stand,
And be an Embleme of thy cruell heart:
Hearke what's thy tyrant Phalaris command,
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Thy censure to succeeding ages tell.
Thou must (as it is iust) be first presented
A sacrifice vnto the brazen Bull,
And feele that torture which thy art inuented,
That thou maist be rewarded to the full;
No remedy, it cannot be preuented.
Thus, thus reuenge appeares which long did smother,
He must be catcht, that aimes to catch another.
A sacrifice vnto the brazen Bull,
And feele that torture which thy art inuented,
That thou maist be rewarded to the full;
No remedy, it cannot be preuented.
Thus, thus reuenge appeares which long did smother,
He must be catcht, that aimes to catch another.
Iust was thy iudgement, Princely Phalaris,
Thy censure most impartiall; that he
Whose artfull hand that first contriued this,
To torture others, and to humour thee,
Should in himselfe feele what this torture is.
Which great or small, he must be forc'd to go,
May such tame-beasts be euer vsed so.
Thy censure most impartiall; that he
Whose artfull hand that first contriued this,
To torture others, and to humour thee,
Should in himselfe feele what this torture is.
Which great or small, he must be forc'd to go,
May such tame-beasts be euer vsed so.
Like fate befell vnhappie
Phereclus,
Who first contriu'd by cunning more then force,
To make once glorious Troy as ruinous
As spoile could make it: therefore rear'd a Horse,
Framed by Pallas art, as curious,
As art could forme, or cunning could inuent,
To weaue his end, which art could not preuent.
Who first contriu'd by cunning more then force,
To make once glorious Troy as ruinous
As spoile could make it: therefore rear'd a Horse,
Framed by Pallas art, as curious,
As art could forme, or cunning could inuent,
To weaue his end, which art could not preuent.
See ye braue state-proiectors, what's the gaine
Ye reape by courses that are indirect:
See these, who first contriu'd, and first were slaine,
May mirrors be of what ye most affect!
These labour'd much, yet labour'd they in vaine;
For there's no wit how quicke soere can do it,
If powers diuine shall make
resistance to it.
Ye reape by courses that are indirect:
See these, who first contriu'd, and first were slaine,
May mirrors be of what ye most affect!
These labour'd much, yet labour'd they in vaine;
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If powers diuine shall make
Witnesse that matchlesse Powder plot, no lesse miraculously reuealed, then mischieuously contriued, no less happily preuented, then hatefully practised. Of which cruell Agents (being his owne subiects) our gracious Soueraigne might iustly take vp the complaint of that Princely Prophet Dauid My familiar friends, whō I trusted, which did eate of my bread haue lifted vp their heeles against me. Psal. 51. and 55.
And can ye thinke that heauen, whose glorious eye
Surueyes this Uniuerse, will daigne to view
Men that are giuen to all impietie?
You say, he will; he will indeed, it's true;
But this is to your further misery.
For that same eye which viewes what you commit,
Hath sight to see, and power to punish it.
Surueyes this Uniuerse, will daigne to view
Men that are giuen to all impietie?
You say, he will; he will indeed, it's true;
But this is to your further misery.
For that same eye which viewes what you commit,
Hath sight to see, and power to punish it.
To punish it, if hoording sin on sin,
Ye loath Repentance, and bestow your labour,
Onely to gaine esteeme, or else to win
By your pernicious plots some great mans fauour;
O I do see the state that you are in,
Which cannot be redeem'd, vnlesse betime
With sighs for sins, you wipe away your crime!
Ye loath Repentance, and bestow your labour,
Onely to gaine esteeme, or else to win
By your pernicious plots some great mans fauour;
O I do see the state that you are in,
Which cannot be redeem'd, vnlesse betime
With sighs for sins, you wipe away your crime!
For shew me one, (if one to shew you haue)
Who built his fortunes on this sandie ground,
That euer went gray-headed to his graue,
Or neare his end was not distressed found,
Or put not trust in that which did deceiue!
Sure few there be, if any such there be,
But shew me one, and it sufficeth me.
Who built his fortunes on this sandie ground,
That euer went gray-headed to his graue,
Or neare his end was not distressed found,
Or put not trust in that which did deceiue!
Sure few there be, if any such there be,
But shew me one, and it sufficeth me.
I grant indeed, that for a time these may
Flourish like to a Bay tree, and increase,
Like Oliue branches, but this lasts not aye,
Their Halcyon dayes shall in a moment ceasse,
When night (sad night) shall take their soules away.
Then will they tune their strings to this sad song,
Short was our sun-shine, but our night-shade long
Flourish like to a Bay tree, and increase,
Like Oliue branches, but this lasts not aye,
Their Halcyon dayes shall in a moment ceasse,
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Then will they tune their strings to this sad song,
Short was our sun-shine, but our night-shade long
Ye then, I say, whose youth-deceiuing prime,
Promise successe, beleeue's from me, that this,
When time shall come (as what more swift then time)
Shall be conuerted to a painted blisse,
Whose gilded outside beautifide your crime;
Which once displaide, cleare shall it shew as light,
Your Sommer-day's become a winter night.
Promise successe, beleeue's from me, that this,
When time shall come (as what more swift then time)
Shall be conuerted to a painted blisse,
Whose gilded outside beautifide your crime;
Which once displaide, cleare shall it shew as light,
Your Sommer-day's become a winter night.
Beware then ye, who practise and inuent,
To humour greatnesse; for there's one more great,
Who hath pronounc'd, like sinne, like punishment;
Whom at that day ye hardly may intreat,
When death and horror shall be eminent:
Then will ye say vnto the Mountaines thus,
And shadie groues, Come downe and couer vs.
To humour greatnesse; for there's one more great,
Who hath pronounc'd, like sinne, like punishment;
Whom at that day ye hardly may intreat,
When death and horror shall be eminent:
Then will ye say vnto the Mountaines thus,
And shadie groues, Come downe and couer vs.
But were ye great as earthly pompe could make ye,
Weake is the arme of flesh, or mightinesse,
For all these feeble hopes shall then forsake ye,
With the false flourish of your happinesse,
When ye vnto your field-bed must betake ye;
Where ye for all your shapes and glozed formes,
Might deceiue men, but cannot deceiue wormes.
Weake is the arme of flesh, or mightinesse,
For all these feeble hopes shall then forsake ye,
With the false flourish of your happinesse,
When ye vnto your field-bed must betake ye;
Where ye for all your shapes and glozed formes,
Might deceiue men, but cannot deceiue wormes.
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