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Conceitedly dress her, and be assign'd
Ev'n like a faithful man, content,
So she a mother's rich style doth prefer,
And at the bridegroom's wish'd approach doth lie,
Now sleep or watch with more joy; and, O light And you, frolic patricians,
Of Heav'n, to morrow rise thou hot and early, Sons of those senators, wealth's deep oceans,
This sun will love so dearly
Her rest, that long, long we shall want her sight. Ye countrymen, who but your beasts love none, Wonders are wrought; for she, which had no name, Ye of those fellowships, whereof he's one,
To night puts on perfection, and a woman's name.
Here shiue; this bridegroom to the temple bring,
Till, mystically join'd, but one tbey be; Away, thou changeling motley humourist, Then may thy lean and hunger-starved womb Leave me, and in this standing wooden chest, Long time expect their bodies, and their tomb, Consorted with these few books, let me lie
Long after their own parents fatten thee. In prison, and here be coffin'd, when I die:
All elder claims, and all cold barrenness, Here are God's conduits, grave divines; and here
Is Nature's secretary, the philosopher;
And wily statesmen, which teach how to tie
Shall I leave all this constant company, Winter days bring much delight,
And follow headlong wild uncertain thee? Not for themselves, but for they soon bring night; First swear by thy best love here, iu earnest,
Other sweets wait thee than these diverse meats, (If thou, which lov'st all, carst love any best) Other disports than dancing jollities,
Thou wilt not leave me in the middle street, Other love tricks than glancing with the eyes,
Though some more spruce companion thou dost But that the Sun still in our balf sphere sweats;
Not though a captain do come in thy way [meet; He flies in winter, but he now stands still,
Bright parcel gilt, with forty dead men's pay;
Not though a brisk perfum'd pert courtier
Deigo with a nod thy courtesy to answer;
Nor come a velvet justice with a long
Wilt thou grin or fawn on him, or prepare
A speech to court his beauteous son and heir ?
For better or worse take me, or leave me:
Herself in her wish'd bed ? release your strings, To take and leave me is adultery.
Oh! monstrous, superstitious puritan
Of refin'd manners, yet reremonial man,
That, when thou meet'st one, with inquiring eyes
Dost search, and, like a needy broker, prize Rest duly ; at night all their toils are dispens'd;
The silk and gold he wears, and to that race,
So high or low, dost raise thy formal hat;
That wilt consort none, till thou have kuown
What lands he hath in hope, or of his own;
As though all thy companions should make thee
Jointures, and marry thy dear company.
Why should'st thou (that dost not only approve,
But in rank itchy lust, desire and love,
The nakedness and barrenness t' enjoy
Like virtue and truth, art best in nakedness : At birth and death our bodies naked are;
And, till our souls be unapparelled
Of bodies, they from bliss are banished :
Man's first bless'd state was naked; when by sin
And in this coarse attire, which I now wear, To night put on perfection, and a woman's name. With God and with the Muses I confer.
But since thou, like a contrite penitent,
In all ill things so excellently best, As are black feathers, or musk-coloured hose, That hate towards them breeds pity towards the rest. Name her child's right true father 'mongst all Though poetry indeed be such a sin, those:
As I think that brings dearth and Spaniards in : Sooner may one guess, who shall bear away Though like the pestilence and old fashion'd lore, The infantry of London hence to India ;
Ridlingly it catch men, and doth remove And sooner may a gulling weather-spy,
Never, till it be starv'd out, yet their state By drawing forth Heav'n's scheme, tell certainly Is poor, disarm’d, like papists, not worth hate: What fashion'd hats, or ruffs, or suits, next year One (like a wretch, which at bar judg'd as dead, Our giddy-headed antic youth will wear,
Yet prompts him, which stands next, and cannot Than thou, when thou depart'st from me, can And saves his life) gives idiot actors means, [read, show
(Starving himself) to live by 's labour'd scenes. Whither, why, when, or with whom, thou would'st go. As in some organs puppets dance above But how shall I be pardon'd my offence,
And bellows pant below, which them do move. That thus have sinn'd against my conscience? One would move love by rhymes ; but witchcraft's Now we are in the street; he first of all,
charms, Improvidently proud, creeps to the wall;
Bring not now their old fears, nor their old harms. And so imprison'd, and hemm'd in by me,
Rams and slings now are silly battery,
Pistolets are the best artillery.
Are they not like singers at doors for meat ?
But he is worst, who (beggarly) doth chaw As 'prentices or school-boys, which do know Others wit 's fruits, and in his ravenons mnaw Of some gay sport abroad, yet dare not go. Rankly digested, doth those things out-spew, And as fiddlers stoop lowest at highest sound, As his own things; and they 're his own, 't is true, So to the most brave stoops he nigh'st the ground. Por if one eat my meat, though it be known But to a grave man he doth move no more The meat was mine, th' excrement is his own. Than the wise politic horse would heretofore, But these do me no harm, nor they which use Or thou, O elephant, or ape, wilt do,
* * * * * * * and out-usire Jews, When any names the king of Spain to you. T' out-drink the sea, tout-swear the litany, Now leaps he upright, jogs me, and cries, “ Do you who with sin’s all kinds as familiar be
As confessors, and for whose sinful sake Yonder well-favour'd youth?” " Which?"- Schoolmen new tenements in Hell must make : « Oh ! 't is he
Whose strange sins canonists could hardly tell That dances so divinely.”— ."'-" Oh,” said I,
In which commandment's large receit they dwell. “ Stand still, must you dance here for company?" But these punish themselves. The insolence He droop'd; we went, till one (which did excel Of Coscus, only, breeds my just offence, Th' Indians in drinking his tobacco well)
Whom time (which rots all, and makes botches pox, Met us: they talk'd; I whisper'd, “ Let us go, And plodding on must make a calf an ox) 'T may be you smell bim not, truly I do."
Hath made a lawyer; which, alas ! of late He hears not me, but on the other side
But scarce a poet; jollier of this state, A many-colour'd peacock having spy'd,
Than are new benefic'd ministers, he tbrows. Leaves him and me; I for my lost sheep stay; Like nets or lime-twigs, wheresoe'er be goes, He follows, overtakes, goes on the way,
His title of barrister, on every wench, Saying, “ Him, whom I last left, all repute And woos in language of the pleas and bench. For his device, in handsoming a suit,
A motion, lady: speak, Coscus. " I have been To judge of lace, pink, panes, print, cut, and plait, In love e'er since tricesimo of the queen. Of all the court to have the best conceit."
Continual claims I've made, injunctions got “ Our dull comedians want him, let him go; To stay my rival's suit, that he should not Butoh! God strengthen thee, why stoop'st thou so?" Proceed; spare me, in Hillary term I went; “ Wby, he hath travail'd long; no, but to me You said, if I return'd next ’size in Lent, Which understood none, he doth seem to be I should be in remitter of your grace; Perfect French and Italian." I reply'd,
In th' interim my letters should take place “ So is the pox.” He answer'd not, but spy'd Of affidavits.” Words, words, which would tear More men of sort, of parts, and qualities;
The tender labyrinth of a maid's soft ear At last his love he in a window spies,
More, more than ten Sclavonians scolding, more And like light dew exhald he Aings from me Than when winds in our ruin'd abbies roar. Violently ravish'd to his lechery.
When sick with poetry, and possess'd with Muse Many there were, he could command no more; Thou wast and mad, I hop'd; but men, which choose. He quarrell’d, fought, bled; and, turn'd out of Law practice for mere gain, bold souls repute door,
Worse than imbrotheld struinpets prostitute. Directly came to ine, hanging the head,
Now like an owl-like watchman he must walk And constantly awbile must keep his bed.
His band still at a bill, now he must talk
Idly, like prisoners, which whole months will swear, | To leader's rage, to storms, to shot, to dearth? That only suretyship hath brought them there, Dar'st thou dive seas, and dungeons of the earth? And to every suitor lie in every thing,
Hast thou courageous fire to thaw the ice Like a king's favourite, or like a king;
Of frozen north discoveries, and thrice Like a wedge in a block, wring to the bar,
Colder than salamanders ? like divine Bearing like asses, and, more shameless far Children in th' oven, fires of Spain, and the line, Than carted whores, lie to the grave judge: for Whose countries limbecs to our bodies be, Bastardy abounds not in kings' titles, nor
Canst thou for gain bear? and must every he Simony and sodomy in church-men's lives, Which cries not, “Goddess,” to thy mistress, draw, As these things do in him; by these he thrives. Or eat the poisonous words? courage of straw! Shortly (as th' sea) he'll compass all the land : O desperate coward, wilt thou seem bold, and From Scots to Wight, from Mount to Dover Strand, To thy foes and his (who made thee to stand And spying heirs melting with luxury,
Centinel in this world's garrison) thus yield, Satan will not joy at their sins, as he.
And for forbid wars leave th' appointed field? Por (as a thrifty wench scrapes kitchen-stuff, Know thy foes : the foul devil (he, whom thou And barrelling the droppings, and the snuff Striv'st to please) for hate, not love, would allow Of wasting candles, which in thirty year,
The fain his whole realm to be quit; and as Relicly kept, perchance buys wedding cheer) The world's all parts wither away and pass, Piecemeal he gets lands, and spends as much time So the world's self, thy other lov'd foe, is Wringing each acre, as maids pulling prime. In her decrepit wane, and thou loving this In parchment then, large as the fields, he draws Dost love a withered and worn strumpet; last, Assurance; big, as gloss'd civil laws,
Flesh (itself 's death) and joys, which fesh can taste, So huge, that men (in our time's forwardness) Thou lov'st; and thy fair goodly soul, which doth Are fathers of the church for writing less.
Give this fesh power to taste joy, thou dost lothe. These be writes not; nor for these written pays, Seek true religion: O where? Mirreus, Therefore spares no length, (as in those first days, Thinking her unhous'd here, and fled from us, When Luther was profess'd, he did desire
Seeks her at Rome, there, because he doth know Short pater nosters, saying as a friar
That she was there a thousand years ago : Each day his beads, but having left those laws, He loves the rags so, as we here obey Adds to Christ's prayer the power and glory clause:) | The state-cloth, where the prince sat yesterday. But when he sells or changes land, h’impairs Grants to such brave loves will not be enthrallid, His writings, and, unwatch'd, leaves out ses heires, But loves her only, who at Geneva is call’d And slily, as any commenter goes by
Religion, plain, simple, sullen, young, Hard words or sense ; or in divinity
Contemptuous yet unhandsome: as among As controverters in vouch'd texts leave out [doubt. Lecherous humours, there is one that judges Shrewd words, which might against them clear the No wenches wholsome, but course country drudges. Where are those spread woods, which cloth'd here- Grajus stays still at home here, and because tofore
Some preachers, vile ambitious bawds, and laws Those bought lands? not built, nor burnt within door. Still new like fashions, bid him think that she Where the old landlord's troops and alms? In halls which dwells with us, is only perfect; he Carthusian fasts and fulsome Bacchanals
Embraceth her, whom his godfathers will Equally I hate. Mean's bless'd. In rich mens homes Tender to him, being tender; as wards still I bid kill some beasts, but no hecatombs;
Take such wives as their guardians offer, or
As women do in divers countries go
So doth, so is religion ; and this blind-
Ness too much light breeds. But unmoved thou
Of force must one, and forc'd but one allow, Kind pity checks my spleen; brave scorn forbids And the right; ask thy father which is she, Those tears to issue, which swell my eye-lids. Let him ask his. Though Truth and Falsehood be I must not laugh, oor weep sips, but be wise; Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is. Can railing then cure these worn maladies
Be busy to seek her; believe me this, Is not our mistress, fair Religion,
He's not of none, nor worst, that seeks the best. As worthy of our soul's devotion,
T'adore, or scorn an image, or protest, As virtue was to the first blinded age?
May all be bad. Doubt wisely, in strange way Are not Heaven's joys as valiant to assuage To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; Lusts, as Earth's honour was to them? Alas! To sleep or run wrong, is. On a huge hill, As we do them in means, shall they surpass Cragged and steep, Truth stands, and he, that will Us in the end ? And sball thy father's spirit Reach her, about must and about it go; Meet blind philosophers in Heav'u, whose merit And what the hill's suddenness resists, win so. Of strict life may b'imputed faith, and hear Yet strive so, that before age, death's twilight, Thee, whom he taught so easy ways and near Thy soul rest, for none can work in that night. To follow, damn'd? Oh, if thou dar'st, fear this: To will implies delay, therefore now do: This fear, great courage and high valour is. Hard deeds the body's pains ; hard knowledge to Dar'st thou aid mutinous Dutch? and dar'st thou lay The mind's endeavours reach; and mysteries Thee in sbips' wooden sepulchres, a prey
Are like the Sun, dazzling, yet plain t'all eyes.
Keep the truth, which thou hast found; men do not Me to hear this, yet I must be content
Make men speak treason, cozen subtlest whores,
How have I sinn'd, that thy wrath's furious rod, A Harry or a Martin taught me this?
This fellow, chooseth me.” He saith, “Sir, Is not this excuse for mere contraries,
I love your judgment; whom do you prefer, Equaliy strong ? cannot both sides say so? [kuow; For the best linguist?" and I sillily That thou may'st rightly obey power, her bounds Said, that I thought Calepine's Dictionary. Those past her nature and pame's chang'd; to be “ Nay, but of men, most sweet sir ?” Beza then, Then humble to her is idolatry.
Some Jesuits, and two reverend men As streams are, power is; those bless'd flowers, that of our two academies I nam'd; bere dwell
He stopp'd me, and said: “Nay, your apostles were At the rough stream's calm head, thrive and do well; Good pretty linguists, so Panurgus was; But having left their roots, and themselves given Yet a poor gentleman; all these may pass To the stream's tyrannous rage, alas! are driven By travel ;" then, as if he would have sold Through mills, rocks, and woods, and at last, almost His tongue, he prais'd it, and such wonders told, Consum'd in going, in the sea are lost:
That I was fain to say, “ If you had liv'd, sir, So perish souls, which more choose men's unjust Time enough to have been interpreter Power, from God claim'd, than God himself to trust. To Babel's bricklayers, sure the tow'r had stood."
He adds, “ If of court-life you knew the good,
You would leave loneness." I said, “ Not alone SATIRE IV.
My loneness is; but Spartan's fashion,
To teach by painting drunkards, doth not last W211; I may now receive, and die. My sin Now; Aretine's pictures have made few chaste; Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
No more can princes' courts, though there be few A purgatory, such as fear'd Hell is
Better pictures of vice, teach me virtue." [“O, sir, A recreation, and scant map of this.
He, like to a high-stretch'd lute-string, squeak’d, My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor yet hath been "T is sweet to talk of kings.”_" At Westminster," Poison'd with love to see, or to be seen;
Said I, “the man that keeps the abbey tombs, I had no suit there, nor new suit to show,
And for his price doth, with whoever comes, Yet went to court; but as Glare, which did go Of all our Harrys and our Edwards talk, To mass in jest, catch'd, was fain to disburse From king to king, and all their kin can walk: The hundred marks, which is the statute's curse, Your ears shall bear nought but kings; your eyes Before be scap'd; so 't pleas'd my destiny Kings only; the way to it is King's Street.” (meet (Guilty of my sia of going) to think me
He smack'd, and cry'd, “ He 's base, mechanic As prone to all ill, and of good as forget
coarse; Ful, as proud, lustful, and as much in debt, So 're all your English men in their discourse. As vain, as witless, and as false as they
Are not your Frenchmen neat?” “ Mine, as you Which dwell in court, for once going that way I have but one, sir, look, he follows me." (see, Therefore I suffer'd this: towards me did run “Certes they ’re neatly cloth'a. I of this mind am, A thing more strange, than on Nile's slime the Sun Your only wearing is your grogaram." E'er bred, or all which into Noah's ark came: “ Not so, sir, I have more.” Under this piteh A thing which would have pos'd Adam to name: He would not fly; I chaf'd bim: but as itch Stranger than seven antiquaries' studies,
Scratch'd into smart, and as blunt iron ground Than Afric's monsters, Guiana's rarities,
Into an edge, hurts worse: so I, fool, found, Stranger than strangers: one, who for a Dane Crossing hurt me. To fit my sullenness, In the Dane's massacre had sure been slain, He to another key his style doth dress : If he had liv'd then; and without help dies, And asks, what news; I tell him of new plays, When next the 'prentices 'gainst strangers rise ; He takes my hand, and as a still which stays One, whom the watch at noon lets scarce go by ; A semibrief 'twixt each drop, he niggardly, One, t' whom th’examining justice sure would cry, As lothe to enrich me, so tells many a lie, “ Sir, by your priesthood, tell me what yon are." More than ten Hollensheads, or Halls, or Stows, His clothes were strange, though coarse; and black Of trivial household trash he knows; he knows though bare;
When the queen frown'd or smil'd, and he knows Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been
what Veivet, but 't was now (so much ground was seen) A subtle statesman may gather of that; Become tufftaffaty; and our children'shall He knows who loves whom; and who by poison See it plain rash awhile, then nought at all. Hastes to an office's reversion; The thing hath travell'd, and faith speaks all tongues, Heknows who 'hath sold his land, and now doth beg And only knoweth what t' all states belongs. A licence old iron, boots, and shoes, and eggMade of th' accents, and best phrase of all these, Shells to transport; shortly boys shall not play He speaks one language. If strange meats displease, At span-counter or blow point, but shall pay Art can deceive, or hunger force my taste ; Toil to some courtier ; and, wiser than all us, But pedant's motley tongue, soldiers bombast, He knows, what lady is not painted. Thus Mountebank's drug-tongue, nor the terms of law, He with home meats cloys me. I belch, spew, spit, Are strong enougb preparatives to draw
Look pale and sickly, like a patient, yet
He thrusts on more; and as he'd undertook The fields they sold to buy them. “ For a king To say Gallo-Belgicus without book,
Those hose are,” cry the flatterers; and bring Speaks of all states and deeds that have been since Them next week to the theatre to sell. The Spaniards came to th’ loss of Amyens. Wants reach all states. Me seems they do as well Like a big wife, at sight of loathed meat,
At stage, as court: all are players; whoe'er looks Ready to travail: so I sigh, and sweat
(For themselves dare not go) o'er Cheapside books, To hear this macaron talk in vain; for yet,
Shall find their wardrobe's inventory. Now Either my honour or his own to fit,
The ladies come. As pirates, which do know He, like a privileg'd spy, whom nothing can That there came weak ships fraught with cochineal, Discredit, libels now 'gainst each great man. The men board them; and praise (as they think) He names a price for every office paid;
[bought. He saith, our wars thrive ill, because delay'd; Their beauties; they the men's wits; both are That offices are entail'd, and that there are Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought Perpetuities of them, lasting as far
This cause: these men men's wits for speeches buy, As the last day, and that great officers
And women buy all reds, which scarlets dye.
Would n't Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine
His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift, One of our giant statues ope his jaw
Making them confess not only mortal To suck me in, for hearing him ; I found
Great stains and holes in them, but venial That as burnt venomous leachers do grow sound Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate: By giving others their sores, I might grow
And then by Durer's rules survey the state Guilty, and he free: therefore I did show
Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries All signs of loathing; but since I am in,
Of his neck to his leg, and waste to thighs. I must pay mine and my forefather's sin
So in immaculate clothes and symmetry To the last farthing. Therefore to my power
Perfect as circles, with such nicety, Toughly and stubbornly I bear this cross; but th' As a young preacher at his first time goes Of mercy now was come: he tries to bring [hour To preach, he enters; and a lady, which owes Me to pay a fine to 'scape his torturing, [lingly;"
Him not so much as good will, he arrests, Aud says, “Sir, can you spare me?" I said, “W And unto her protests, protests, protests; " Nay, sir, can you spare me a crown?” Thank- So much as at Rome would serve to ’ve thrown Gave it, as ransom; but as fiddlers still, [fully I Ten cardinals into the Inquisition; Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will And whispers by Jesu so oft, that a . Thrust one more jig upon you ; so did he
Pursuivant would have ravish'd him away, With his long complemental thanks vex me.
For saying our lady's psalter. But 't is fit But be is gone, thanks to his needy want,
That they each other plague, they merit it. And the prerogative of my crown: scant
But here comes Glorious, that will plague them both, His thanks were ended when I (which did see
Who in the other extreme only doth
Whose cloak bis spurs tear, or whom he spits on, Who fears more actions, doth haste from prison.
He cares not, he. His ill words do no harm At bome in wholesome solitariness
To him, he rushes in, as if, Arm, Arm, My piteous soul began the wretchedness
He meaot to cry; and though his face be as ill Of suitors at court to mourn, and a trance
As theirs, which in old hangings wbip Christ, still Like his, who dreamt he saw Hell, did advance
He strives to look worse, he keeps all in awe; Itself o'er me : such men as he saw there
Jests like a licens'd fool, commands like law. I saw at court, and worse, and more. Low fear
Tird now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so, Becomes the guilty, not th' accuser. Then
As men from jails to execution go, Shall I, none's slave, of high born or rais'd men
Go through the great chamber (why is it hung Fear frowns? and, my mistress Truth, betray thee With the seren deadly sins ?) being among To tb' huffing, braggart, puff'd nobility?
Those Askaparts, men big enough to throw No, no; thon, which since yesterday hast been Charing-cross for a bar, men that do kvow Almost about the whole world, hast thou seen,
No token of worth, but queen's man, and fine O Sun, in all thy journey, vanity,
Living, barrels of beef, and fiaggons of wine. Sach as swells the bladder of our court ? I
I shook like a spy'd spy. Preachers, which are Think, he which made your waxen garden, and
Seas of wit and arts, you can, then dare Transported it from Italy, to stand
Drown the sins of this place, for, for me, With us at London, flouts our courtiers, for
Which am but a scant brook, it enough shall be Just such gay painted things, which no sap nor
To wash the stains away: although I yet Taste have in them, ours are; and natural (With Machabee, modesty) the knowo merit Some of the stocks are, their fruits bastard all.
Of my work lessen : yet some wise men shall, 'T is ten o'clock and past; all whom the Meuse, I hope, esteem my wits canonical. Baloun, tennis, diet, or the stews Had all the morning beld, now the second Time made ready, that day in flocks are found
SATIRE V. In the presence, and I, (God pardon me)
Thou shalt not laugh in this leaf, Muse, nor they, As fresh and sweet their apparels be, as be Whoin any pity warms. He which did lay