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C:drd 6/13/07 001.00C.HE1 %X%1Satyre%2 I. 001.00C.001 A%+Way thou changeling motley humorist, 001.00C.002 Leave me, and in this standing wooden chest, 001.00C.003 Consorted with these few bookes, let me lye 001.00C.004 In prison, and here be coffin'd, when I dye. 001.00C.005 Here are Gods conduits; grave Divines, and here 001.00C.006 Natures secretary, the Philosopher. 001.00C.007 And wily Statesmen, which teach how to tie 001.00C.008 The sinewes of a Cities mystick body; 001.00C.009 Here gathering Chroniclers, and by them stand 001.00C.010 Giddie fantastique Poe%Uts of each land. 001.00C.011 Shall I leave all this constant company, 001.00C.012 And follow headlong wilde uncertaine thee? 001.00C.013 First, sweare by thy best love, here, in earnest 001.00C.014 (If thou which lov'st all, canst love any best) [CW:Thou] 001.00C.015 Thou wilt not leave me in the middle street, [p.124] 001.00C.016 Though some more spruce co%Mpanion thou dost meet, 001.00C.017 Not though a Captaine doe come in thy way 001.00C.018 Bright parcell guilt, with forty dead mens pay: 001.00C.019 Not though a briske perfum'd piert Courtier 001.00C.020 Deigne with a nod, thy courtesie to answer: 001.00C.021 Nor come a velvet Iustice with a long 001.00C.022 Great train of blew coats, twelve, or fourteen-strong, 001.00C.023 Wilt thou grin, or fawne on him, or prepare 001.00C.024 A speech to court his beautious sonne and heire? 001.00C.025 For better or worse take me, or leave me: 001.00C.026 To take, and leave me is adultery. 001.00C.027 Oh monstrous, superstitious puritan, 001.00C.028 Of refin'd manners, yet ceremoniall man, 001.00C.029 That when thou meet'st one, with enquiring eyes 001.00C.030 Dost search, and like a needy broker prize 001.00C.031 The silke, and gold he weares, and to that rate 001.00C.032 So high or low, dost raise thy formall hat. 001.00C.033 That wilt consort none, untill thou have knowne 001.00C.034 What lands he hath in hope, or of his owne. 001.00C.035 As though all thy companions should make thee 001.00C.036 Ioyntures, and marry thy deare company. 001.00C.037 Why shouldst thou that dost not onely approve, 001.00C.038 But in ranke itchy lust, desire, and love 001.00C.039 The nakednesse and barrennesse to enjoy, 001.00C.040 Of thy plumpe muddy whore, prostitute boy; 001.00C.041 Hate vertue, though she be naked, and bare? 001.00C.042 At birth, and death, our bodies naked are; 001.00C.043 And, till our soules be unapparelled 001.00C.044 Of bodies, they from blisse are banished: 001.00C.045 Mans first blest state was naked, when by sinne 001.00C.046 He lost that, he was cloath'd but in beasts skinne, [CW:And] 001.00C.047 And in this coarse attire, which I now weare [p.125] 001.00C.048 With God, and with the Muses I conferre. 001.00C.049 But since thou like a contrite penitent, 001.00C.050 Charitably warn'd of thy sinnes, dost repent 001.00C.051 These vanities, and giddinesses, loe 001.00C.052 I shut my chamber doore, and come, lets goe. 001.00C.053 But sooner may a cheape whore, who hath bin 001.00C.054 Worne by as many severall men in sinne, 001.00C.055 As are black feathers, or muske-coloured hose, 001.00C.056 Name her childs right true father, 'mongst all those: 001.00C.057 Sooner may one guesse, who shall beare away 001.00C.058 The infant of London, Heire to an India: 001.00C.059 And sooner may a gulling weather-Spie 001.00C.060 By drawing forth heavens Scheme, tell certainly 001.00C.061 What fashion'd hats, or ruffes, or suits next yeare 001.00C.062 Our subtile wittied antique youths will weare: 001.00C.063 Then thou, when thou depart'st from me, can show 001.00C.064 Whither, why, when, or with who%M thou wouldst goe. 001.00C.065 But how shall I be pardon'd my offence 001.00C.066 That thus have sinn'd against my conscience? 001.00C.067 Now we are in the street; he first of all 001.00C.068 Improvidently proud, creeps to the wall; 001.00C.069 And so imprison d,[imprison'd, (MH,TxAM)] and hem'd in by mee 001.00C.070 Sels for a little state his libertie; 001.00C.071 Yet though he cannot skip forth now to greet 001.00C.072 Every fine silken painted foole wee meet, 001.00C.073 He them to him with amorous smiles allures, 001.00C.074 And grins, smacks, shrugs, and such an itch endures, 001.00C.075 As Prentises or Schooleboyes, which doe know 001.00C.076 Of some gay sport abroad, yet dare not goe. 001.00C.077 And as fidlers stop lowest, at highest sound, 001.00C.078 So to the most brave, stoops he nigh'st the ground. [CW:But] 001.00C.079 But to a grave man he doth move no more [p.126] 001.00C.080 Than the wise politique horse would heretofore, 001.00C.081 Or thou o%C Elephant, or Ape wilt doe, 001.00C.082 When any names the King of Spaine to you. 001.00C.083 Now leapes he upright, jogs me, & cries, Doe you see 001.00C.084 Yonder well-favoured youth? Which? Oh,'tis he 001.00C.085 That dances so divinely; Oh, said I, 001.00C.086 Stand still, must you dance here for company? 001.00C.087 He droopt, we went, till one (which did excell 001.00C.088 Th'Indians, in drinking his Tobacco well) 001.00C.089 Met us: they talk'd; I whispered, Let us goe, 001.00C.090 'T may be you smell him not, truely I doe. 001.00C.091 He heares not me, but, on the other side 001.00C.092 A many coloured Peacock having spide, 001.00C.093 Leaves him and me; I for my lost sheepe stay; 001.00C.094 He followes, over-takes, goes on the way, 001.00C.095 Saying, Him whom I last left, all repute 001.00C.096 For his device in hansoming a suite, 001.00C.097 To judge of lace, pinke, panes, print, cut, and pleite, 001.00C.098 Of all the Court to have the best conceit; 001.00C.099 Our dull Comedians want him, let him goe; 001.00C.100 But oh, God strengthen thee, why stop'st thou so? 001.00C.101 Why, he hath traveled long? no, but to me 001.00C.102 Which understand none, he doth seeme to be 001.00C.103 Perfect French, and Italian, I replied, 001.00C.104 So is the Poxe. He answer'd not, but spy'd 001.00C.105 More men of sort, of parts and qualities. 001.00C.106 At last his Love he in a window spies, 001.00C.107 And like light dew exhal'd, he flings from me 001.00C.108 Violently ravished to his lechery. 001.00C.109 Many were there, he could command no more; 001.00C.110 He quarrell'd, fought, bled; and turn'd out of doore [CW:Directly] 001.00C.111 Directly came to me, hanging the head, [p.127] 001.00C.112 And constantly a while must keepe his bed. 001.00C.0SS [horiz. rule across page] 001.00C.0$$ No ind; om apos. in l.69 probably just didn't print. (TxAM): p.124 missing in scan.