IDENTILIN$$ F003B13|Skipwith ms., Add. 25707|ff. 52v-53v|E:mth\x\10-14-94\P:GAS\o\7-21-95\C:JSC\9-14-98 003.B13.HE1 %XSatire the 4.%5th%6| 003.B13.001 Kinde pittie choakes my spleene; braue scorne forbidds 003.B13.002 these teares to issue, w%5ch%6 swell my eyelidds. 003.B13.003 I must nor laugh, nor weepe sins, & bee wise 003.B13.004 Maye raylinge then cure these worne malladies? 003.B13.005 Is not our Mistres faire religion 003.B13.006 >And%>As< worthy of all our Soules devotion, 003.B13.007 As vertue was to the first blinde Age? 003.B13.008 Are not Heavens Ioyes as valient to aswage 003.B13.009 Lusts, as earthes honor was to them? Alas 003.B13.010 As wee doe them in meanes; shall they surpasse 003.B13.011 vs in the end? And shall thy fathers spirit 003.B13.012 meete blinde Philosophers in heaven whose merrit 003.B13.013 of strict life, maye bee imputed fayth; and heare 003.B13.014 thee whome hee taught wayes easy, & neere 003.B13.015 To followe.) damn'd? o yf thou durst feare this 003.B13.016 This feare Corage, & high valour is. ["great"om] 003.B13.017 Dar'st thou ayde Mutenous Dutch? dar'st thou laye 003.B13.018 Thee in shipps (wodden sepulchers) a prey 003.B13.019 to Leaders rage, to stormes, to shott, to death?[sic] 003.B13.020 Darest thou dyue Seas, and dungeons of the earth? [CW:hast#thou~~~][miscatch] 003.B13.021 Hast thou Coragious fire to thawe the Ice [53] 003.B13.022 of frozen North discoueries, & thrice 003.B13.023 Coulder then Salanders,[sic] like Dyvine 003.B13.024 Children in the Oven, fires of Spaine, & the lyne 003.B13.025 Whose Cuntrie is Limbeck to our bodies bee 003.B13.026 Canst thou for gaine beare? and must eu%5r%6y hee 003.B13.027 w%5ch%6 cries not Goddes) to thy Mistres drawe, [no"("] 003.B13.028 or eate thy poysonous wordes? Courage of straw 003.B13.029 O desperate Cowarde; wilt thou seeme bould; and 003.B13.030 to thy foes, and to his whoe made thee to stand 003.B13.031 Souldier in this worldes Garrison, thus yeald? 003.B13.032 And for forbidd warrs leaue the appointed feide?[sic] 003.B13.033 Knowe thy foes: The foule Divell who%M thou 003.B13.034 Striu'st to please for hate, not Loue, wolde allowe 003.B13.035 thee faine his whole Realme to bee ridd: and as 003.B13.036 the worldes all parts wither a way & passe 003.B13.037 to the worldes selfe (thy other lo'ud foe) is 003.B13.038 In her decrepid vaine; and thou Lovinge this 003.B13.039 dost loue a witherd, & worne strumpett: Last 003.B13.040 flesh it selfes death, and Ioyes, w%5ch%6 flesh can%M taste 003.B13.041 thou Lou'st, & thy faire goodly soul>%Yl%Z<, w%5ch%6 doth 003.B13.042 giue this flesh powre to taste Ioye thou dost loath. 003.B13.043 Seeke true Religion. O where Mireus 003.B13.044 thinckinge her vnhou'sd here, & fled from vs 003.B13.045 Seeks her at Rome. There because hee doth know 003.B13.046 That shee was there a iooo yeares agoe, 003.B13.047 Hee loues her raggs; soe as wee here obaye 003.B13.048 the State cloth, where the Prince sate yesterday 003.B13.049 Crants to such braue Loue will not bee enthralld' 003.B13.050 but loues her onely, whoe at Geneue[sic] is calld' 003.B13.051 Religion, plaine, symple, solemne, younge 003.B13.052 Contemptuous, yet vnhansome, as amonge 003.B13.053 Lecherous humoars, there is one w%5ch%6 Iudges 003.B13.054 Noe wenches whollsome, but Course Cuntrie dru>%Vd%Ys%Z< is; those blest flowers w%5ch%6 dwell 003.B13.104 at the rough streames calm head, thriue, & proue well, 003.B13.105 But havinge lost their rootes, & themselves gyven 003.B13.106 to the streames tyrranous rage; alas are dryven 003.B13.107 through Mills, Rocks, & woodes, and at last allmost 003.B13.108 Consum'd in goeinge, in the Sea are tost. 003.B13.109 Soe perish soules; w%5ch%6 more chuse men%Ms vniust 003.B13.110 powre from God claym'd, then God himselfe to trust 003.B13.0SS finis Quart. I. D.| 003.B13.0$$ %1no ind; long slash in l. M at top of each p & separating poem from predecessor%2