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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SATYRA AVLICA.
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SATYRA AVLICA.
Sic paruis componere magna solebam. Virgi.
VVho (weary of contentfull Countries rest)
Repaires to Court, with patience had best
Fore arme himselfe, both Fate and Fortune proofe
'Gainst all assaults, or wisely stand aloofe:
For plainnesse is despisde, and honestie
Is fellow Shakerag with simplicitie.
To be a Scholler, is to be a foole:
Rude impudencie is the Courtiers Schoole.
Arts are but Lackies to attend and waite
On Ignorance, Apparance, and Deceite.
“Vizards haue fairer vizages then men.
To be a Souldier is to be a slaue,
Danger abroad, reproach at home to haue.
Deepe furrow'd wounds fresh bleeding in the wars
Findes lesse reliefe and pittie then the scars
Of muskey Courtiers, when their smooth slicke skin,
Is bramble-scratched with a Ladies pinne.
Nor do they now, (as er'st they did) delight,
The stubborne Steedes to mannage to the fight;
To tilt and turnay with strong staues of oake,
To fight at barriars with a Brandons stroake,
To dance in compleat armour, (but alas!)
To tilt, fight, dance and turnay with a lasse.
The Schollership they vse, is to discourse
Of my Lords bloud-hound, and his Honors horse:
To tell how well the one pursued the chase,
The other swiftly ranne a lustie race.
Or if more high their heauy wits aspire,
It's to dispute of lust, and loose desire.
Their Soulderie is swaggering in the Court,
Where none may strike the vrger but in sport:
To offer strangers, strange and foule disgraces,
Presuming on their priuiledged places,
Which oft-times is repaide them, when they come
Abroad from Court, they'r welcom'd like Iack drum.
Their idle houres, (I meane all houres beside
Their houres to eate, to drinke, drab, sleepe and ride)
They spend at shooue-boord, or at penny pricke,
At dice, cards, tennis; or they will not sticke
Rather then not be idle, to delay
At shittle-cocke the precious time away.
From your effeminate slow cowardise.
Haue you no Soules? no pens? no swords in hand?
Behold where cursed Mæhomet doth stand,
Triumphing o're the Crosse; he Iew beside
And Heathen do our holy faith deride.
For shame vnsheath your swords, let not reproch
You sluggish ease is forraine kingdomes broch.
Cast painted Puppets from your yeelding neckes
And scorne to stoope when the stale Strumpet beckes:
Let stallians serue to squench the scorching heate
Of such as marrow, oysters, Ringoes, eate.
You that are Scholers, souldiers, or such men
Whose soules seeke knowledge, flee this shady den
Of ignorance; let thither none resort
But Taylors, Bauds, Perfumers, fooles for sport,
Cookes, Painters, Barbers, Fidlers; these may hap
To sleepe in fortunes net, and honors lap.
In honors lap? auaunt base dunghell groomes
You are but shadowes: honors lofty roomes
Must be supplide with men. Though Isis Asse
Thinke men adore his greatnesse as they passe.
Yet Isis knowes tis false; then hence be gon
And let desert be honored alone.
Fortune vsurpe no more, permit not fooles
To triumph ouer Souldiers, Arts, and Schooles.
Let not the wit for higher actions able,
Attend for scraps at Jgnoramus table.
Faire Cynthia fill thy horne, at length arise
And chase these blacke clouds from our troubled skies
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