IDENTILIN$$ 1669, Yale\EWS,\mf\ 5-7-85\P&C:MJM\(CtY,Mathews,L)\11-7-06\P&C:MEL\TxAM\10-17-07 002.00G.0HE %X%1S A T Y R E%2 II. 002.00G.001 S%+IR; though (I thank God for it) I do hate 002.00G.002 Perfectly all this Town, yet there's one state 002.00G.003 In all ill things so excellently best, 002.00G.004 That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the rest. 002.00G.005 Though Poetry, indeed, be such a sin, 002.00G.006 As, I think, that brings dearth, and Spaniards in: 002.00G.007 Though like the Pestilence, and old fashion'd love, 002.00G.008 Ridlingly it catch men, and doth remove 002.00G.009 Never, till it be starv'd out, yet their state 002.00G.010 Is poor, disarm'd, like Papists, not worth hate: 002.00G.011 One, (like a wretch, which at Barre judg'd as dead, 002.00G.012 Yet prompts him which stands next, and cannot read, [CW:And] 002.00G.013 And saves his life) gives Idiot Actors means, [p.122] 002.00G.014 (Starving himself) to live by his labour'd scenes. 002.00G.015 As in some Organs, Puppits dance above 002.00G.016 And bellows pant below, which them do move. 002.00G.017 One would move love by rythmes; but witchcrafts charms, 002.00G.018 Bring not now their old fears, nor their old harms. 002.00G.019 Rams, and slings now are silly battery, 002.00G.020 Pistolets are the best Artillery. 002.00G.021 And they who write to Lords, rewards to get, 002.00G.022 Are they not like singers at doors for meat? 002.00G.023 And they who write, because all write, have still 002.00G.024 That'excuse for writing, and for writing ill. 002.00G.025 But he is worst, who (beggerly) doth chaw 002.00G.026 Others wits fruits, and in his ravenous Maw 002.00G.027 Rankly digested, doth those things out-spue, 002.00G.028 As his own things; and they are his own, 'tis true, 002.00G.029 For if one eat my meat, though it be known 002.00G.030 The meat was mine, th'excrement is his own. 002.00G.031 But these do me no harm, nor they which use 002.00G.032 To out-do Dildoes, and out-usure Jews, 002.00G.033 To out-drink the sea, to out-swear the Letanie, 002.00G.034 Who with sins all kinds as familiar be 002.00G.035 As Confessors, and for whose sinful sake, 002.00G.036 Schoolmen new tenements in hell must make: 002.00G.037 Whose strange sins Canonists could hardly tell 002.00G.038 In which Commandments large receit they dwell, 002.00G.039 But these punish themselves. The insolence 002.00G.040 Of %1Coscus%2, only, breeds my just offence, 002.00G.041 Whom time, (which rots all, and makes botches, pox, 002.00G.042 And plodding on, must make a calf an ox) 002.00G.043 Hath made a Lawyer; which (alas) of late 002.00G.044 But scarce a Poet; jollier of this state, 002.00G.045 Then are new benefic'd Ministers, he throws 002.00G.046 Like nets, or lime-twigs, wheresoever he goes [CW:His] 002.00G.047 His title of Barrister, on every wench, [p.123] 002.00G.048 And wooes in language of the Pleas and Bench. 002.00G.049 A motion Lady: Speak %1Coscus%2. I have been 002.00G.050 In love ever since %1tricesimo%2 of the Queen. 002.00G.051 Continual claims I have made, Injunctions got 002.00G.052 To stay my rivals suit, that he should not 002.00G.053 Proceed; spare me, in Hillary terme I went, 002.00G.054 You said, if I return'd next size in Lent, 002.00G.055 I should be in Remitter of your grace; 002.00G.056 In th'interim my letters should take place 002.00G.057 Of Affidavits. Words, words, which would tear 002.00G.058 The tender labyrinth of a Maids soft ear 002.00G.059 More, more then ten Sclavonians scolding's, more 002.00G.060 Than when winds in our ruin'd Abbyes rore. 002.00G.061 When sick with Poetry, and possest with muse 002.00G.062 Thou wast and mad, I hop'd; but men which chuse 002.00G.063 Law practice for meer gain; bold soul repute 002.00G.064 Worse than imbrothel'd strumpets prostitute. 002.00G.065 Now like an owl-like watchman he must walk 002.00G.066 His hand still at a bill, now he must talk 002.00G.067 Idly, like prisoners, which whole months will swear 002.00G.068 That only suretyship hath brought them there, 002.00G.069 And to every suitor lye in every thing, 002.00G.070 Like a Kings Favorite, or like a King. 002.00G.071 Like a wedge in a block, wring to the barre, 002.00G.072 Bearing like Asses, and more shameless farre 002.00G.073 Than carted whores, lye, to the grave Judge; for 002.00G.074 Bastardy abounds not in Kings titles, nor 002.00G.075 Simony and Sodomy in Church-mens lives, 002.00G.076 As these things do in him; by these he thrives. 002.00G.077 Shortly (as the sea) he will compass all the land; 002.00G.078 From %1Scots%2 to %1Wight%2, from %1Mount%2 to %1Dover%2 strand. 002.00G.079 And spying heirs melting with luxury, 002.00G.080 Satan will not joy at their sins, as he, [CW:For] 002.00G.081 For (as a thrifty wench scrapes kitching-stuffe, [p.124] 002.00G.082 And barrilling the droppings, and the snuffe 002.00G.083 Of wasting candles, which in thirty year 002.00G.084 (Reliquely kept) perchance buyes Wedding chear) 002.00G.085 Piecemeal he gets lands, and spends as much time 002.00G.086 Wringing each Acre, as Maids pulling prime. 002.00G.087 In parchment then, large as the fields, he draws 002.00G.088 Assurances, big, as gloss'd civil laws, 002.00G.089 So huge, that men (in our times forwardness) 002.00G.090 Are Fathers of the Church for writing less. 002.00G.091 These he writes not; nor for these written payes, 002.00G.092 Therefore spares no lenth, (as in those first dayes 002.00G.093 When %1Luther%2 was profest, He did desire 002.00G.094 Short %1Pater%2 %1nosters%2, saying as a Fryer 002.00G.095 Each day his beads, but having left those laws, 002.00G.096 Adds to Christs prayer, the power and glory clause.) 002.00G.097 But when he sels or changes land, h'impaires 002.00G.098 His writings, and (unwatch'd) leaves out, %1ses%2 %1heires%2, 002.00G.099 And slily as any Commenter goes by 002.00G.100 Hard words, or sense; or, in Divinity 002.00G.101 As controverters in vouch'd Texts, leave out 002.00G.102 Shrewd words, which might against them clear the doubt. 002.00G.103 Where are those spred woods which cloth'd heretofore 002.00G.104 Those bought lands? not built, nor burnt within dore. 002.00G.105 Where the old Landlords Troops, and almes? In Hals 002.00G.106 Carthusian Fasts, and fulsome Bacchanals 002.00G.107 Equally I hate. Mean's blest. In rich mens homes 002.00G.108 I bid kill some beasts, but no Hacatombs, 002.00G.109 None starve, none surfet so. But (Oh) we allow 002.00G.110 Good works, as good, but out of fashion now, 002.00G.111 Like old rich Wardrobes. But my words none draws 002.00G.112 Within the vast reach of th'huge statutes Jawes. [CW:SA-] 002.00G.0SS 002.00G.0$$