Follies Anatomie or Satyres and Satyricall Epigrams. With a compendious History of Ixion's Wheele. Compiled by Henry Hutton |
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Follies Anatomie | ||
[What haue we here? a mirror of this age]
What haue we here? a mirror of this age,Acting a Comicks part vpon the stage.
What Gallant's this? His nature doth vnfold
Him, to be framed in Phantastes mold.
Lo how he iets; how sterne he shewes his face,
Whiles from the wall he passengers doth chase.
Ne with sharpe censure gainst his vice inuey:
For, sith his humor can no iesting brooke,
He will much lesse endure a Satyre's booke.
Beshrew me, sirs, I durst not stretch the streete,
Gaze thus on conduits scrowls, base vintners beat
Salute a Mad-dame with a french cringe grace,
Greete with God-dam-me, a confronting face,
Court a rich widow, or my bonnet vaile,
Conuerse with Bankrupt Mercers in the Gaile,
Nor in a Metro shew my Cupide's fire,
Being a french-poxt Ladies apple-squire;
Lest taxing times (such folly being spide)
With austere Satyres should my vice deride.
Nere breath, I durst not vse my Mistrisse Fan,
Or walke attended with a Hackney-man,
Dine with Duke Humfrey in decayed Paules,
Confound the streetes with Chaos of old braules,
Dancing attendance on the Black-friers stage,
Call for a stoole with a commanding rage,
Nor in the night time ope my Ladies latch,
Lest I were snared by th' all-seeing Watch:
Which Critick knaues, with Lynxes pearcing eye,
Into mens acts obseruantly do prye.
Follies Anatomie | ||