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Philomythie or Philomythologie

wherein Outlandish Birds, Beasts, and Fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely. By Tho: Scot ... The second edition much inlarged

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Epimythium.
  
  
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Epimythium.

The water Pyrat euery one doth know
They rob our Marchants, and allegeance owe
To no command; dutie to none will giue,
But out-lawes, like the sea wherein they liue.
Our Pyrats on the land haue sundry kinds,
And sundry obiects. Our goods, bodies, minds.
Law-state-Church Pyrats, when no Church, state, law,
Can their irregular liues to fashion draw.


The first pretending gouernment of all,
And freeing such as into danger fall;
Doe kill in curing, and oppresse with easing
Both the delinquent, and the free displeasing.
The second guard our land from forraigne force,
Whilst they themselues (perhaps) afflict vs worse.
Strangers may not deuoure vs, yet we are
By peace eat vp, more then we wont by warre.
The third are of two kinds; our owne and others,
Who not in doctrine, but in fact are brothers.
Our owne feed few (for the dumb dog still lurches)
They'le not teach one, but swallow many Churches:
They vnto ignorance our soules betray,
And to seducing diuells giue silent way.
The other knowes, no king, but knowes their subiects,
And faines to reconcile, but make them abiects.
No place is priuileg'd, no law, no Nation:
For all the world his parish is and station.
Rome giues him licence, and although he swim
In the whole sea, there is no roome for him.
He cries where s'ere he comes; Al's mine, giue room;
And if it be opposde a fatall doom
Becomes his vsher. Kings must kisse his foot,
If curses, pistolls, poyson, hell can doo't;
But if nor these, nor hell, then Faux more skilfull
Will charme the open earth, blow vp the wilfull.
These Cormorants my bleare-eyde Muse hath spide:
But there are many Cormorants beside.