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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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[The First Booke of Satyricall Epigrams]

Nvnc satis est dixisse, Ego mira poemata pango:
Occupet extremum scabies!
Horat: De Arte Poeti.
Anglicè sic
Now 'tis inough to speake,
I wondrous Poemes make:
Then, Diuell the hindmost take.



Satyra prima.

Lib: I.

VVho'd not at venture Write? So many waies
A man may proue a Poet now a daies?
Does Nature witt afford to breake a Iest?
This is a Poet: and his friends protest
He is to blame he Writes not: when (indeed,)
Th' Illiterate Gull can neither write nor read.
Let Nature faile! Takes he but so much Paine,
To write obscurely: adding so much Braine.
As end his crabbed sencelesse verse in Rime:
This might a Poet beene in Perseus time.


And more! (Though Horace in his book reherses)
(Nature and Arte are both requir'd in Uerses.)
There are those, of their Poetry will vaunt,
Which do (God wote) both Wit & Learning want:
I know them! Such as they at Table sit
Each Iest you speake, will to a Metre fit.
And thus your Witt's sell for their priuate gaine
And bee accouted Poets for their paine.
Others there are, that Others workes suruay,
And must from all thinges some thing filtch away.
Who if to weaker Braines they can vnfolde
A Learned Author: nick a Phrase thats olde:
Or change but one word in a line or two:
Straight all's their owne, they write, who doubts it so?
When I wood scarce beleeu't, though they, in fine,
To euery Verse subscribe: By Ioue 'tis mine.
Nor is't inough they this in priuate show,
But these are Poets, all the world must know.


'Tis strange to see what stretching is of Wits,
What spare of speech this plentious Presse begets.
Some (if you keepe them company) you'l finde
As choise to breake a Iest as to bteake winde.
And what's the reason thinke ye? Onely this:
All they can speak's too little for the Presse.
Where 'tis not losse of Friend, Life, Libertie,
Shall cause them keepe a Iest in secrecy.
Others haue helpes: when their Inuention faile,
Straight they begin abusiuely to raile.
Then out comes Whelps of the olde Dog: for sport:
Shall barke at Great ones: bite the meaner sort:
When the On-setters (after all their paine:
For feare, woo'd gladly call them in againe.
And these will Poets bee accounted too:
Because they Dare doe more then others doe.
Though they their Verses write, (a man may say:)
As Clown's get Bastards, and straight runne away.


Montanus needes will bee a Poet! why?
Because the Muses on a Mountaine hy
Inhabited. Peto for that his Name
Denotes him Poet in the Anagrame:
And Quaint Castilio: (since his Father dy'd!)
Who many Volumes publish't: and beside
Diuers neglected, Left vnto his Son:
Which dubbes him Poet, by præscription.
True! And Castilio will approued bee,
Or he will Print his Fathers Legacy.
And marke Crisippo, but what shifts he'l finde,
Ere he'l bee counted once to come behinde,
In euery Booke he will bespeake afore:
The comming out, roome for halfe a score
Or a dozen Verses, which he'l hugely puffe
With commendations of the Authors stuffe.
And in Hyperbolyes his Name extoll
Yond Homer, Virgill, Ouide, Iuuenall.


Vouching no better Volume, ere was Writ,
And that himselfe hath had a Hand in it.
Oh this vaine-Praise-Affecting Poetry
Is a bewitching-itching Leoprosie:
That makes men Rub, scrub, rouz and touz their Braine,
Pump their Pates dry for Iests: and all to gaine
So much Report: might serue to make them vaunt,
They are Applauded (though of Ignorant.)
They'l snatch, and scratch, and scrape (though nere so ill)
And rather smart then holde their fingers still:
Be there a Citty show: or sight at Court:
Of Acts Heroicke: or of Princely sport:
which right to write of, or in Type to tell:
Might taxe a Daniels or a Spencers quill.)
Marke how these hungerbit Inuentions scud
To eye! to spy! All for no other good
Then onely this! poore this! But to obtaine:
Some fodder for their needy greedy straine.


See then how (Enuy) gin's her eyes to fat
On dainties plenty, and repines thereat:
How muttering Momus (that knowes not to bite,)
Grumbles and mumbles mouthfuls out of spite.
How currish (Critticks) most seuerely harke:
Ready at each sound of applause to barke.
How all together, and how each a part
Stretch, retch, faine, strain, Inuention, Iudgement Art,
Raile, Lybell: what not? Rather then labour loose
Iest on your Gesture: or be-lye your cloathes.
A subiect fitter for a Beadles fist
Then the tart lines of a smart Satyrist.
Let Natures causes (which are too profound
For euery blockish sottish Pate to sound.)
Produce some monster: some rare spectacle:
Some seauen yeares Wonder: Ages miracle:
Bee it a worke of nere so sleight a waight,
It is recorded vp in Metre straight,


And counted purchase of no small renowne,
To heare the Praise sung in a Market-towne.
How many Volumes lye neglected thrust
In euery Bench-hole? euery heape of dust?
Which from some Gowries practise, Powder plot,
Or Tiburne Lectur's, all their substance got:
Yet tosse our Time-stalles youll admire the rout
Of carelesse fearelesse Pamphlets flye about.
Bookes, made of Ballades: Workes: of Playes,
Sightes, to be Read: of my Lo: Maiors day's:
Post's, lately set forth: Bearing (their Backe at)
Letters, of all sorts: An intollerable Packet.
Villains discouery, by Lanthorn and Candle-light:
(strange if the author should not see it to hādle right)
A Quest of Inquirie: (Iacke a Douer's)
The Iests of Scoggin: and diuers others
(which no man Better the Stationer knowes)
Wonderfull Writers; Poets in Prose.


What poste pin'd Poets that on each base Theame,
With Inuocations vexe Apollo's name.
Springes for Woodcockes: Doctor Merriman:
Rub and a good Cast: Taylor the Ferriman.
Fennor, with his Vnisounding Eare word;
The vnreasonable Epigramatist of Hereford:
Rowland with his Knaues a murniuall;
Non worth the calling for, a fire burne em all:
And number numberlesse that march (vntolde)
Mongst Almanacks and Pippins, to be solde.

Apologie.

These Ill which berter Dare thē know to wright,
Makes those (I know) not dare wt better might;
For who ist now attempts to Print, but knowes,
He must be one or censured on, of Those!


For my part (Gallants) it was nere my hap,
On high Pernassus Top, to take a nap:
Or the Diuine Nine sisters Fount to see:
Whence I might steale a sip of Poetry.
These Idle Uerses (which I Idle made)
None but the Idle I request to read:
Then what Applause looke I for, all may guesse,
When none may looke for Praise from Idlenes.
Finis Saty: Prima.


Satyra Secunda.

A Morall Satyre.

Qvidam Sunt Videntur & non Sunt Videntur.



Proæmium.

I taxe no Times, I beare no Furyes scourge:
I bring no powerfull Fountaine springes to purge
This vicefull Lerna, this Angean slye,
From long neglected noysome filthery.
Vaunt Varlots then: Grizely Tartarian curres:
Vice-Pack-horses: Swaines of inchanting pleasures:
Wallow in Lake of Leaudnesse: racket: yell
And all the world with thundring vproare fill,
Till angry Ioue his Chaos drench agen
And a new nature of milde molde begin.
Yet knowe (Earths Of-scums) I haue force, and woo'd
Vncase, vnlase, your Leaudnes: make ye scud:
Lash at Lines length: and instrike such a print,
Shu'd make ye startle, had ye hartes of flint,
Coo'd I finde Patrons to maintaine me in't.


Satyra.

Bvt range my Muse! find out some fresher Game,
Some Mayden matter, some vnchased Theame.
Beat through ye throwes of these disordered times.
The thorny thickets of contagious crimes,
And rouz from squat, pursue with æger cry,
The lurking Leaudnesse, strong scent villany,
Of those close Foxes, who (in milder skins)
Inuey, and guesse inuectiuely at Sinnes:
Bite with sharpe censure: and seuerely scan
The inward Vertues, by the outward man.
Beshrow mee (Sirs) if I dare strout in street,
Winke at a Window: A God-dam-me greet:
Vsher a Lady: but salute her Gloue:
Or Kisse a Maide for manners more then Loue:
Cringe to a Seriuener: be conuersing seene
In Ludgate, with a broken Citizen:


Turne oft in Pauls: call for a stoole o'th Stage:
Or walke atended with my Hackney Page:
Pace Turnball, Shorditch, Long-lane: or Pickt-hatch,
Least I be taken by this heedfull watch.
These pickthanke Pesants; that with Lynceus eye,
Inspect mans Actions too Iniuriously.
First to yon Masse of man: yon loade of Guts,
That all he handles in his belly puts:
Who euery meales meate makes a Masse cry,
Of Shambles, Poultry, Sea variety.
How on the Table he his Panch doth rest,
And stuffes it as a Wallet of the best.
Yet close his Buttockes rammes vp as in Pound
For feare o'th worst, to'th' good-behauiour bound.
Snorts at mid-day: yet startles at the sturre,
Of a betraying Boote, or tel-tale Spurre:
Cryes out of Fashions, as of Fasting-dayes,
Rebukes Excesse: gainst Vanityes inueyes:


Hates Vice as Hunger: and abhorres to stand
In sight of a (Sir reuerence) Saffron-band.
Tell him his Worship is too strictly wise:
His closest Trounces, full as full of vice.
As wide from Vertues meane as Largest size.
Next to yon Prester Iohn, that Learned Clarke:
Who after all my closest acts doth harke.
A man, that for a Wise one sure woo'd passe,
Shu'd there but 6. bee, as there 7. was:
Hee heretofore (out of his Loue exceeding)
Woo'd euer bee examining my Reading:
Now (more Officious) euer Checking is:
A strickt Remembrancer of all amisse.
Bid him bee lesse in Office: more in Loue:
Least he ere long Iacke out of Office proue.
Laugh, Laugh, Democritus! who can hold to heare
Socraticke Doctors, Catoes most austeer.


Roule vp the Records of Antiquity,
To frame Abridgements for youth's Liberty.
Accuse Wits folly. Times strange alterations:
The vaine expence of cloth consuming fashions,
When their allowance was (themselues can tell)
At least vnto a Codpisse halfe an Ell.
Lend me Athenian but a while thy light:
To scowre the scoutes, the Lurking holes of Spite,
And execrable Enuy: see the rout
Of Rascals: venome Vermin, I'le finde out:
Cankermouth'd Catchpoles, that in Ambush lye,
To wreck, to seck Vertues æternitie:
With poysnous blast of miscreant Infamy.
(Iustinian) is too Fortunate to beare
The name of Iust: (Flora) too Curtious farre
To harbour Honesty: (Varro) held to bee
Vaine, for his skilfull vaine in Poetry.


(Fantasticke) cannot with his Flaunders feete
Lock'd in his foure-wheele-casket vex the street:
Knocke in a Tauerne, but his Father heares,
Some 20 Leagues off. Luxurio feares
Retaine a seruant fairer then his wife:
Nor will Lorella in despaire of Life
Tell of her side-stitch or the Belly-ake,
Least she bee said Lucinas ayde to lacke.
Who is from scourge of Censure can scape free,
Yea (Temperate Nature) men will jerke at thee!
How suffer some but for a Sanguin Nose?
A Scarlet sconce? when each Logitian knowes
'Tis Vertues colour. How enuy some at
A Stirrill Chin? Or a top naked Pate?
Emblem of Truth, and Graces. What reproofe
Goes with a Limping Leg? Or Vulcan Hoofe?
Yea some so farre presume, as to define
Knaues, by their Bunch-back's, and their Goggle-eyne


When Accidents (affirmes the Stagerite)
Not Naturall cause no note but in Spirit.
Peace then Melampus, peace Albertus, Cocles:
Ptolœmie, Rasis, and Auerroes.
Gallon, Palemon: hence be silent all,
Or proue the cunning Huperphisicall.
And all lesse learn'd in Rules of Phisnomy:
That Natures notes, holde markes of Infamy.
Else (mincing Madam's) why doe we (alas!)
Pine at your Pencill and conspiring Glasse?
Your Curles, Purles, Perriwigs, your Whal eb one wheels:
That shelter all defects from head to heeles.
Making but Good what these count Vicious:
Yet not iniustly termed odious.
To strout in Purple or rich Scarlet dye
With siluer barres begarded thriftily:
To set in print the Haire: Character the Face:
Or dye in graine the Ruffe for Visage grace.


To clog the Eare with plummets: clag the wrests
With Busk-points, Ribbons, or Rebato-Twists:
From Barbors tyranny to saue a locke,
His Mistris wanton fingers to prouoke:
Such Trifles, Toyes: in these sharpe Crittitks view,
Throwes vs in number of the damued Crue.
As if a Frounced, pounced, Pate coo'd not,
As much Braine couer, as a Stoike cut.
Or practicke Vertue, might not lodge as soone
Vnder a Silken, as a Cynicke gowne.
Fond fond Philosophers: who e're definde
Vertue a Habite of the Cloathes but minde?
Tell me (precisely) what auailes it ware,
A Bongrace Bonnet, Eye-brow shorter Haire?
A Circumcized Ruffe? Conuerting Eye?
In Sadnesse? Yes Indeed? Yea Verily?
To beare a Bible euery Edifying day
Of an Armefull, (beside the Apochriphay?)


To carry no more cloath then skin: to shee
The Stockens worne at Knees, the Shooes at Toe?
If thou but nod at Fryers, Or be tane
Cloasly conuerting an impure Queane?
Found in a Morgage, not a minute spare?
Or turne Informer for a demyshare.
Who Vertue holdes a bare apparant Good,
Makes nothing Uice, that may assume a hood,
A vaile of Well, pure honesty no more
Then flat Hypocrisie: a painted Whore.
Countes nothing more (when indeed nothing lesse)
Then others mens Opinions Happines.
And Vertue (rare!) All thinges to be at End:
When euery action needs to Good must tend.
Giue me a Genius: a well tempred minde
which no Feare vrge: no Syren note can winde
From way of Right: that doth all Good approue
For no Good else, but for bare Vertues Loue.


Whome not Cymerian darknes, more then day:
Nor Gyges Ring could corrupt any way.
A Minde well mounted, that will scoffe at Hate,
Trample on Fortune, feircel Incounter Fate,
Spurne at the sound of Vulgar praise as base:
Spit a defiance in proud Enuyes face:
An armed Conscience that dares grapple with
A muster of Opinions, in the teeth:
Who though a Theater should striue bring out
His closest grosest Faults, and all about
Set on to barke: durst boldly stand it out.
Who thinks to trauerse so vpright the Stage
(Free from Contable of this Censorious Age:
Or aimes in Action at the Vulgar grace,
Of Hydra-Headed multitude, Applause;
Need frame himselfe a Nature that will brooke
As many shapes as euer Proteus tooke.
To crye God saue you with a Courtly grace,


To Kisse the Hand, to lay at Foote the Face;
To act the Cros-point Congey sleightly:
Is held Affecting Proud Humility.
To Vaile the Bonnet: stiffe as Elephant,
A Furlong off to cast a Complement:
To titch the Brimmes: or scarce to speake at all:
Wee stately, scornefull, hatefull Gesture call.
And carelesse carriage argues, Loues neglect:
In best indeauours Critticks finde defect.
Let me no oftner then Apollo appeare
To Laugh, to skip (like Phæbus) once a yeare,
To goe more formall then my wonted fashion,
Corrected in my Taylours last Edition,
To rectifie my Fore-top: or assume,
For one nights Reuels a 3. story Plume:
(Though some will Lasses weare, and Leekes as oft,
And with a more (perchance) Ambitious thought:
Straight 'tis surmised, rumord round about


I roare, I score, I lauish, lash it out.
Trifle Times Treasure: And keepe open port,
To all Companions of licentious sort,
When in a day or two, being found alone,
Hemmed in the hopefull habite of a Gowne.
By me a Plowdon or a Littleton.
Lord! what a new bred fame gins hence to passe,
How I am changed from the man I was?
Thus I can expectation falsify:
Weary out Censure in vncertainty:
Redeeme Time as I list: proue Want of Wit
In those that most inuentiue jerke at it:
And most precize, of greatest vice condemne.
Making my Faults theirs: by Belying them.
Know I can Frolique be with (Fregio)
Court it in Comptest phrase with (Curio.)
Come deepe the Caster: and Carouce it free.
(As farre as Vertues limites Licence mee.)


In as rich Grograns, Sattins, Tissues, goe
As Florence, Carles, Tartary can showe.
Meet, and crye farwell, to those spirits bolde
By Pistoll tenure that their Liuings holde,
Confer with Crop-eard knights ath'post; heare tell
Of Stangate prizes, and of Shooters Hill,
Of Brothells, Stewes, of vilest villanies,
And learne out Vertue by her contraries.
Fond Affectation, to be counted Great,
To be The man held: to be pointed at.
I e're neglected. Singularitye
May sometimes vertue be: nere Policye.
Who is a man of Note (note this from me)
Is sure ne're to offend in socrecie:
To liue in Bondage in Fames Iealosie.
Tis not the mouthfull of mans breath I care,
Nor seuere Censure of strict Criticks feare
In spite of Enuy, Hate 'twas neuer known:


But euer Fame will Vertue waite vpon;
And now, when Vertue Vice is held: whome is't
We may not Praise or Dispraise as wee list?
Then (Snarling curres) turne to this gally slyme.
Feed on the putrid substance of my Ryme,
Heer's Hotch-pot: Sosse: prouided filling stuffe
Shall finde your greedy Censures worke inough.
Where if I finde ye! Or but spie a traine:
A fresh haue at yee (Varlots) once againe.
FINIS.


To his worthy Friend vpon these Satyres.

Satyres in English? I pray God your fate,
Send's you not into the world too late
To proue there may be such; For there ha's bin
So much deceit in Satyres, 'tis a Sin
(Almost) to hope for good ones: They who best
Haue done, haue onely Dar'd: and more exprest
Their Passions, then a Poem. Nay eeuen all
Doe but conuert their little Braines to gall:
And bee it bitter once they care not then
How venomous it be. Which errors when
I see, and see how well approu'd they are,
'Tis more then miracle, Your's be so farre
Distinguished. And that you suruiue to Write,
More out of true discerning then of Spite.
I. Stephens.