Follies Anatomie :: :: University of Virginia Library

First, to you masse of humors, puffe of winde,
Which, Polipe-like, doth enterchange his mind.
Note how this Timist, scratching of his pate,
Inuents a fable to aduance his state,
Venting a Legend of Man, Diuells lies,
VVhich in the eares of potentates must flie.
See how he squares it, takes a priuate stand,
To Gnathonize, to act it with his hand.
Behold his gesture, and his brazen face,
How stoutely he doth manage his disgrace.
Lo how he whispers in his Masters eare;
In's Closet tattles lest the seruants heare;
Winkes of an eye, and laughs his Lord to scorne,
By his attractiue fingers making hornes.
His swimming braine, thus being brought to bed,
As motiues to his wit, he rubs his head:
Then like a ledger at the Tables end,
Takes place for an inuited friend;
Applauding in discourse his Masters speech,
Admiring's vertu, ore the pot doth preach:
Inueies 'gainst ding-thrifts, that their lands haue spent
Detesting Ryot more then thin cheekt Lent:
Censures base whoredome, with a Mustard face.
VVith a sowre pis-pot visage, doth disgrace
A Ruffled Boote, and will in no case stand,
In view of a (sir reuerence) yellow band.
He rayles on Musick, pride, and wines excesse,
And from an Organ-pipe himselfe doth blesse,

Abhorres a Sattin suit, or veluet cloake,
And sayes Tobaccho is the Diuells smoake;
The thought of To. his intrailes more doth gripe,
Then Physicks art, or a strong Glister-pipe.
Go tell this slaue, his vices shall not passe,
Such craftie colts, must feele the Satyres lash.
The Lyons skinne a while may shade the Ape:
But yet his worship shall not scot-free scape.
Though he seeme nice, demeane himself demure,
The world perceiues, this Sycophants impure.
His Harpies face, dissembling Syrens voyce,
VVhich in each corner make a whistling noyce,
Cannot be sconced with each male pretence,
Nor blind the world with som misconstru'd sense
We know his thoght concurs not with his word
His mouth speaks peace, his hart intends a sword
None can discerne whence Titan fram'd this mold
VVhich, Gnato like, doth blowe both hot & cold
O subtle Tyrant, whose corroding hate,
Depriues both life, and consummates the state
Of senselesse Noddies, who repose in rest,
Foster hot embers, Serpents in their brest,
Which sparkling flames, t'accomplish vain desire
Makes fooles, their subiects, fuell to the fire;
And like the Viper, fraught with spleenefull maw
The Intralls of their Patrons states doe gnaw.