IDENTILIN$$ F00400A|Sat4|1633(M)\p.337-45\EWS\3-27-85\P&C:JAH\cd(TxAM1)\Mar05\P&C:mvf\(OJn,DFo,CtY)\10-31-06
004.00A.0HE %X%1Satyre%2 IIII.
004.00A.001 W%+Ell; I may now receive, and die; My sinne
004.00A.002 Indeed is great, but I have beene in
004.00A.003 A Purgatorie, such as fear'd hell is
004.00A.004 A recreation, and scant map of this.
004.00A.005 My minde, neither with prides itch, nor yet hath been
004.00A.006 Poyson'd with love to see, or to bee seene,
004.00A.007 I had no suit there, nor new suite to shew,
004.00A.008 Yet went to Court; But as Glaze which did goe
004.00A.009 To Masse in jest, catch'd, was faine to disburse
004.00A.010 The hundred markes, which is the Statutes curse;
004.00A.011 Before he scapt, So'it pleas'd my destinie
004.00A.012 (Guilty of my sin of going,) to thinke me
004.00A.013 As prone to all ill, and of good as forget-
004.00A.014 full, as proud, as lustfull, and as much in debt,
004.00A.015 As vaine, as witlesse, and as false as they
004.00A.016 Which dwell in Court, for once going that way.
004.00A.017 Therefore I suffered this; Towards me did runne
004.00A.018 A thing more strange, then on Niles slime, the Sunne
004.00A.019 E'r bred, or all which into Noahs Arke came:
004.00A.020 A thing, which would have pos'd Adam to name,
004.00A.021 Stranger then seaven Antiquaries studies,
004.00A.022 Then Africks Monsters, Guianaes rarities,
004.00A.023 Stranger then strangers; One, who for a Dane,
004.00A.024 In the Danes Massacre had sure beene slaine,
004.00A.025 If he had liv'd then; And without helpe dies,
004.00A.026 When next the Prentises 'gainst Strangers rise. [CW:One]
004.00A.027 One, whom the watch at noone lets scarce goe by, [p.338]
004.00A.028 One, to whom, the examining Justice sure would cry,
004.00A.029 Sir, by your priesthood tell me what you are.
004.00A.030 His cloths were stra%Mge, though coarse; & black, though %/bare;
004.00A.031 Sleevelesse his jerkin was, and it had beene
004.00A.032 Velvet, but 'twas now (so much ground was seene)
004.00A.033 Become Tufftaffatie; and our children shall
004.00A.034 See it plaine Rashe awhile, then nought at all.
004.00A.035 This thing hath travail'd, and saith, speakes all tongues
004.00A.036 And only knoweth what to all States belongs,
004.00A.037 Made of th'Accents, and best phrase of all these,
004.00A.038 He speakes one language; If strange meats displease,
004.00A.039 Art can deceive, or hunger force my tast,
004.00A.040 But Pedants motley tongue, souldiers bumbast,
004.00A.041 Mountebankes drugtongue, nor the termes of law
004.00A.042 Are strong enough preparatives, to draw
004.00A.043 Me to beare this, yet I must be content
004.00A.044 With his tongue: in his tongue, call'd complement:
004.00A.045 In which he can win widdowes, and pay scores,
004.00A.046 Make men speake treason, cosen subtlest whores,
004.00A.047 Out-flatter favorites, or outlie either
004.00A.048 Jovius, or Surius, or both together.
004.00A.049 He names mee, and comes to mee; I whisper, God!
004.00A.050 How have I sinn'd, that thy wraths furious rod,
004.00A.051 This fellow chuseth me? He saith, Sir,
004.00A.052 I love your judgement; Whom doe you prefer,
004.00A.053 For the best linguist? And I seelily
004.00A.054 Said, that I thought Calepines Dictionarie;
004.00A.055 Nay, but of men, most sweet Sir. Beza then,
004.00A.056 Some Jesuites, and two reverend men [CW:Of]
004.00A.057 Of our two Academies, I named; There [p.339]
004.00A.058 He stopt mee, and said; Nay, your Apostles were
004.00A.059 Good pretty linguists, and so Panirge was;
004.00A.060 Yet a poore gentleman; All these may passe
004.00A.061 By travaile. Then, as if he would have sold
004.00A.062 His tongue, he praised it, and such words told
004.00A.063 That I was faine to say, If you 'had liv'd, Sir,
004.00A.064 Time enough to have beene Interpreter
004.00A.065 To Babells bricklayers, sure the Tower had stood.
004.00A.066 He adds, If of court life you knew the good,
004.00A.067 You would leave lonelinesse; I said, not alone
004.00A.068 My lonelinesse is, but Spartanes fashion,
004.00A.069 To teach by painting drunkards, doth not last
004.00A.070 Now; Aretines pictures have made few chast;
004.00A.071 No more can Princes courts, though there be few
004.00A.072 Better pictures of vice, teach me vertue;
004.00A.073 He, like to a high stretcht lute string squeakt, O Sir,
004.00A.074 'Tis sweet to talke of Kings. At Westminster,
004.00A.075 Said I, The man that keepes the Abbey tombes,
004.00A.076 And for his price doth with who ever comes,
004.00A.077 Of all our Harries, and our Edwards talke,
004.00A.078 From King to King and all their kin can walke:
004.00A.079 Your eares shall heare nought, but Kings; your eyes %/(meet
004.00A.080 Kings only; The way to it, is Kingstreet.
004.00A.081 He smack'd, and cry'd, He's base, Mechanique, coarse,
004.00A.082 So are all your Englishmen in their discourse.
004.00A.083 Are not your Frenchmen neate? Fine, as you see,
004.00A.084 I have but one frenchman, looke, hee followes mee.
004.00A.085 Certes they are neatly cloth'd. I, of this minde am,
004.00A.086 Your only wearing is your Grogaram; [CW:Not]
004.00A.087 Not so Sir, I have more. Under this pitch [p.340]
004.00A.088 He would not flie; I chaff'd him; But as Itch
004.00A.089 Scratch'd into smart, and as blunt iron grown'd
004.00A.090 Into an edge, hurts worse: So, I foole found,
004.00A.091 Crossing hurt mee; To fit my sullennesse,
004.00A.092 He to another key, his stile doth addresse.
004.00A.093 And askes, what newes? I tell him of new playes.
004.00A.094 He takes my hand, and as a Still, which staies
004.00A.095 A Sembriefe, 'twixt each drop, he nigardly,
004.00A.096 As loth to enrich mee, so tells many a lie,
004.00A.097 More then ten Hollensheads, or Halls, or Stowes,
004.00A.098 Of triviall houshold trash; He knowes; He knowes
004.00A.099 When the Queene frown'd, or smil'd, and he knowes %/(what
004.00A.100 A subtle States-man may gather of that;
004.00A.101 He knowes who loves; whom; and who by poyson
004.00A.102 Hasts to an Offices reversion;
004.00A.103 He knowes who 'hath sold his land, and now doth beg
004.00A.104 A licence, old iron, bootes, shooes, and egge-
004.00A.105 shels to transport; Shortly boyes shall not play
004.00A.106 At span-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay
004.00A.107 Toll to some Courtier; And wiser then all us,
004.00A.108 He knowes what Ladie is not painted; Thus
004.00A.109 He with home-meats tries me; I belch, spue, spit,
004.00A.110 Looke pale, and sickly, like a Patient; Yet
004.00A.111 He thrusts on more; And as if he 'undertooke
004.00A.112 To say Gallo-Belgicus without booke
004.00A.113 Speakes of all States, and deeds, that hath been since
004.00A.114 The Spaniards came, to the losse of Amyens.
004.00A.115 Like a bigge wife, at sight of loathed meat, [CW:To]
004.00A.116 Readie to travaile: So I sigh, and sweat [p.341]
004.00A.117 To heare this Makeron talke in vaine: For yet,
004.00A.118 Either my humour, or his owne to fit,
004.00A.119 He like a priviledg'd spie, whom nothing can
004.00A.120 Discredit, Libells now 'gainst each great man.
004.00A.121 He names a price for every office paid;
004.00A.122 He saith, our warres thrive ill, because delai'd;
004.00A.123 That offices are entail'd, and that there are
004.00A.124 Perpetuities of them, lasting as farre
004.00A.125 As the last day; And that great officers,
004.00A.126 Doe with the Pirates share, and Dunkirkers.
004.00A.127 Who wasts in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes;
004.00A.128 Who loves Whores, who boyes, and who goats.
004.00A.129 I more amas'd then Circes prisoners, when
004.00A.130 They felt themselves turne beasts, felt my selfe then
004.00A.131 Becomming Traytor, and mee thought I saw
004.00A.132 One of our Giant Statutes ope his jaw
004.00A.133 To sucke me in, for hearing him. I found
004.00A.134 ____    ________      ______      ____
004.00A.135 ____   __________   ______         ____
004.00A.136 ____          Therefore I did shew
004.00A.137 All signes of loathing; But since I am in,
004.00A.138 I must pay mine, and my forefathers sinne
004.00A.139 To the last farthing; Therefore to my power
004.00A.140 Toughly and stubbornly I beare this crosse; But the %/('houre
004.00A.141 Of mercy now was come; He tries to bring
004.00A.142 Me to pay a fine to scape his torturing,
004.00A.143 And saies, Sir, can you spare me; I said, willingly;
004.00A.144 Nay, Sir, can you spare me a crowne? Thankfully I
004.00A.145 Gave it, as Ransome; But as fidlers, still,
004.00A.146 Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will [CW:Thrust]
004.00A.147 Thrust one more jigge upon you: so did hee [p.342]
004.00A.148 With his long complementall thankes vexe me.
004.00A.149 But he is gone, thankes to his needy want,
004.00A.150 And the prerogative of my Crowne: Scant
004.00A.151 His thankes were ended, when I, (which did see
004.00A.152 All the court fill'd with more strange things then hee)
004.00A.153 Ran from thence with such or more hast, then one
004.00A.154 Who feares more actions, doth hast from prison;
004.00A.155 At home in wholesome solitarinesse
004.00A.156 My precious soule began, the wretchednesse
004.00A.157 Of suiters at court to mourne, and a trance
004.00A.158 Like his, who dreamt he saw hell, did advance
004.00A.159 It selfe on mee, Such men as he saw there,
004.00A.160 I saw at court, and worse, and more; Low feare
004.00A.161 Becomes the guiltie, not the accuser; Then,
004.00A.162 Shall I, nones slave, of high borne, or rais'd men
004.00A.163 Feare frownes? And, my Mistresse Truth, betray thee
004.00A.164 To huffing, braggart, puft Nobility.
004.00A.165 No, no, Thou which since yesterday hast beene
004.00A.166 Almost about the whole world, hast thou seene,
004.00A.167 O Sunne, in all thy journey, Vanitie,
004.00A.168 Such as swells the bladder of our court? I
004.00A.169 Thinke he which made your waxen garden, and
004.00A.170 Transported it from Italy to stand
004.00A.171 With us, at London, flouts our Presence, for
004.00A.172 Just such gay painted things, which no sappe, nor
004.00A.173 Tast have in them, ours are, And naturall        
004.00A.174 Some of the stocks are, their fruits, bastard all.
004.00A.175 'Tis ten a clock and past; All whom the Mues,
004.00A.176 Baloune, Tennis, Dyet, or the stewes, [CW:Had]
004.00A.177 Had all the morning held, now the second [p.343]
004.00A.178 Time made ready, that day, in flocks, are found
004.00A.179 In the Presence, and I, (God pardon mee.)
004.00A.180 As fresh, and sweet their Apparrells be, as bee
004.00A.181 The fields they sold to buy them; For a King
004.00A.182 Those hose are, cry the flatterers; And bring
004.00A.183 Them next weeke to the Theatre to sell;
004.00A.184 Wants reach all states; Me seemes they doe as well
004.00A.185 At stage, as court; All are players, who e'r lookes
004.00A.186 (For themselves dare not goe) o'r Cheapside books,
004.00A.187 Shall finde their wardrops Inventory; Now,
004.00A.188 The Ladies come; As Pirats, which doe know
004.00A.189 That there came weak ships fraught with Cutchannel,
004.00A.190 The men board them; and praise, as they thinke, well,
004.00A.191 Their beauties; they the mens wits; Both are bought.
004.00A.192 Why good wits ne'r weare scarlet gownes, I thought
004.00A.193 This cause, These men, mens wits for speeches buy,
004.00A.194 And women buy all reds which scarlets die.
004.00A.195 He call'd her beauty limetwigs, her haire net.
004.00A.196 She feares her drugs ill laid, her haire loose set;
004.00A.197 Would not Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine,
004.00A.198 From hat, to shooe, himselfe at doore refine,
004.00A.199 As if the Presence were a Moschite, and lift
004.00A.200 His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift,
004.00A.201 Making them confesse not only mortall
004.00A.202 Great staines and holes in them; but veniall
004.00A.203 Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate.
004.00A.204 And then by %1Durers%2 rules survay the state
004.00A.205 Of his each limbe, and with strings the odds tries
004.00A.206 Of his neck to his legge, and wast to thighes. [CW:So]
004.00A.207 So in immaculate clothes, and Symetrie [p.344]
004.00A.208 Perfect as circles, with such nicetie
004.00A.209 As a young Preacher at his first time goes
004.00A.210 To preach, he enters, and a Lady which owes
004.00A.211 Him not so much as good will, he arrests,
004.00A.212 And unto her protests protests protests
004.00A.213 So much as at Rome would serve to have throwne
004.00A.214 Ten Cardinalls into the Inquisition;
004.00A.215 And whisperd by Jesu, so often, that A
004.00A.216 Pursevant would have ravish'd him away 
004.00A.217 For saying of our Ladies psalter; But 'tis fit
004.00A.218 That they each other plague, they merit it.
004.00A.219 But here comes Glorius that will plague them both,
004.00A.220 Who, in the other extreme, only doth
004.00A.221 Call a rough carelessenesse, good fashion;
004.00A.222 Whose cloak his spurres teare; whom he spits on
004.00A.223 He cares not, His ill words doe no harme
004.00A.224 To him; he rusheth in, as if arme, arme,
004.00A.225 He meant to crie; And though his face be as ill
004.00A.226 As theirs which in old hangings whip Christ, yet still
004.00A.227 He strives to looke worse, he keepes all in awe;
004.00A.228 Jeasts like a licenc'd foole, commands like law.
004.00A.229 Tyr'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
004.00A.230 As men from gaoles to 'execution goe,
004.00A.231 Goe through the great chamber (why is it hung
004.00A.232 With the seaven deadly sinnes) being among
004.00A.233 Those Askaparts, men big enough to throw
004.00A.234 Charing Crosse for a barre, men that doe know
004.00A.235 No token of worth, but Queenes man, and fine
004.00A.236 Living barrells of beefe, flaggons of wine. [CW:I]
004.00A.237 I shooke like a spyed Spie; Preachers which are [p.345]
004.00A.238 Seas of Wits and Arts, you can, then dare,
004.00A.239 Drowne the sinnes of this place, for, for mee
004.00A.240 Which am but a scarce brooke, it enough shall bee
004.00A.241 To wash the staines away; though I yet
004.00A.242 With %1Macchabees%2 modestie, the knowne merit
004.00A.243 Of my worke lessen: yet some wise man shall,
004.00A.244 I hope, esteeme my writs Canonicall. 
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