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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[IN IVRIDICVM.] A short Satyre of a corrupt Lawyer.
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[IN IVRIDICVM.] A short Satyre of a corrupt Lawyer.
THE XIIII. SATYRE.
Naso is sicke of late, but how canst tell?
He hath a swelling in his throate I feare;
I iudg'd as much, me thought He spake not well,
In his poore clients cause: nay more I heare,
His tumour's growne so dang'rous, as some say,
He was absolued but the t'other day.
He hath a swelling in his throate I feare;
I iudg'd as much, me thought He spake not well,
In his poore clients cause: nay more I heare,
His tumour's growne so dang'rous, as some say,
He was absolued but the t'other day.
And what confest He? not a sinne I trow,
Those He reseru'd within a leatherne bag,
And that's his conscience; did He mercy show
Unto the poore? not one old rotten rag
Would he affoord them, or with teares bemone them,
Saying, that—forma pauperis had vndone them.
Those He reseru'd within a leatherne bag,
And that's his conscience; did He mercy show
Unto the poore? not one old rotten rag
Would he affoord them, or with teares bemone them,
Saying, that—forma pauperis had vndone them.
Did He not wish to be dissolu'd from hence?
No, when you talk'd of finall Dissolution,
He with a sea of teares his face would drench,
Wishing He might but make another motion,
And He would be dissolu'd when He had done:
But His forg'd motion each tearme day begun.
No, when you talk'd of finall Dissolution,
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Wishing He might but make another motion,
And He would be dissolu'd when He had done:
But His forg'd motion each tearme day begun.
Had He some matter laid vpon his heart?
Abundance of corruption, foule infection.
Did He no secret treasure there impart?
Nought but a boxe containing his complexion,
What was it Sir, some precious oyle of grace?
No, but an oyle to smeere his brazen face.
Abundance of corruption, foule infection.
Did He no secret treasure there impart?
Nought but a boxe containing his complexion,
What was it Sir, some precious oyle of grace?
No, but an oyle to smeere his brazen face.
I haue heard much of his attractiue nose,
How He could draw white Riols with his breath;
It's true indeed, and therefore did He choose
To drinke Aurum potabile at his death,
Nor car'd He greatly if He were to lose
His soule, so that He might enioy his nose.
How He could draw white Riols with his breath;
It's true indeed, and therefore did He choose
To drinke Aurum potabile at his death,
Nor car'd He greatly if He were to lose
His soule, so that He might enioy his nose.
It was a wonder in his greatest paine,
How He should haue remorse; for well I know,
In his successiue fortunes nought could straine
His hardned conscience, which He would not do
For hope of gaine, so as in time no sinne
So great, but grew familiar with him.
How He should haue remorse; for well I know,
In his successiue fortunes nought could straine
His hardned conscience, which He would not do
For hope of gaine, so as in time no sinne
So great, but grew familiar with him.
O Sir, the many fees He had receiu'd,
And hood-winck'd bribes which at his death opprest him,
The forged deeds his wicked braine contriu'd,
And that blacke buckram bag which did arrest him,
Commencing suite in one, surcharg'd Him so,
That He was plung'd into a gulph of wo.
And hood-winck'd bribes which at his death opprest him,
The forged deeds his wicked braine contriu'd,
And that blacke buckram bag which did arrest him,
Commencing suite in one, surcharg'd Him so,
That He was plung'd into a gulph of wo.
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O what a smoke of powder there appeared
At the dissoluing of his vglie soule;
All that were present there to see Him feared,
His case vncas'd did show so grim, so foule:
Yet there were some had hope He would do well,
Make but one motion, and come out of hell.
At the dissoluing of his vglie soule;
All that were present there to see Him feared,
His case vncas'd did show so grim, so foule:
Yet there were some had hope He would do well,
Make but one motion, and come out of hell.
But others fear'd that motion would be long,
If it should answer motions He made here:
Besides, that place of motions is so throng,
That one will scarce haue end a thousand yeare.
Then Naso fare thee well, for I do see,
Earth sends to hell thy mittimus with thee.
If it should answer motions He made here:
Besides, that place of motions is so throng,
That one will scarce haue end a thousand yeare.
Then Naso fare thee well, for I do see,
Earth sends to hell thy mittimus with thee.
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