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Satyres

and Satyricall Epigrams: With Certaine Observations at Black-Fryers: By H: F: [i.e. Henry Fitzgeffrey]

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Then who in Studdy woo'd spend Time in vaine?
Omit youth's pleasures for a fruitlesse paine?
Or for an Ayrie puffe of Enuy'd Praise,
Liue bound to th' Good-behauiour all his dayes.


Hang't! Let's be Iouiall! Braue it whilst we can!
Whats Coyne ordain'd for, but the vse of Man?
To Borrow is a Vertue, when to Lend,
Is to beget an euerlasting freind:
And may a man haue more said in his grace,
Then to bee Credited in euery place?
Hee's not a Gentleman I dare maintaine,
Whose Word runnes not as Current as his Coyne.
A Pipe heere (Sirra) no Sophistocate.
(Villain) the best: what ere you prize it at.
Tell yonder Lady, with the Yellow fan,
I shall be proude to Vsher her anon:
My Coach stands ready. Lord how me thinkes I long!
To carue the inside of a dry'd Neats-tong.
England cannot afford a kinder relish,
For Backragg, Deale, or your more pleasing Renish
When shall we make a pleasant cut to Douer,
In a mad merry Humor? And send ouer?


A Laugh shall rouz the Hage: shake Lesbon walls:
And raisd in Armes the fearfull Portugalls.
Say Gallants (faith) shall's neuer see the day,
When wee shall Fish-street once againe suruey.
A butterd Crab or Lobsters leg to get,
O Venus! How a Life I sauour it?
Who woo'd not all his Land spend had hee more,
Then in a day a Kite could hoouer ore.
T'inioy the pleasant Harmony that wee
Finde in this Microcosme, Man's societie.
When all is gone, tis weaknesse to dispaire,
Are there not wealthy Widdowes eu'ry where.
Ambitious Sick, woo'd part from all their Good,
To crowne their latter dayes with a French-hood?
Are there not Pates, in strange discoueries teaching
where mountains are of Gold? s'fut, tis but fetching!
Twenty such Fetches hath the (Sharke) to moue
Gallants of the first Head, but to approue


His swaggering Humor, vowes that all he spends,
He getteth brauely by his Fingers ends.
There's not a Cheapside Mercer (if he looke)
That will not sweare to't deeply on his booke.
No noted Notary in Cornwell row,
But is subscribed Witnesse there too.
Silkmen. Haberdashers, Tradesman all:
Inamor'd on him, for his Custome call,
And he takes all of them But woe to him
If he bee taken but by one of Them.