A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes Which bite and barke at the fantasticall humorists and abusers of the time [by William Goddard] |
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Satire 2.
[Thou penn of myne doe not with myld-calme rymes]
Thou penn of myne doe not with myld-calme rymesSooth-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.
| A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | |