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The philosophers satyrs, written by M. Robert Anton, of Magdelen Colledge in Cambridge
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Anton, Robert, b. 1584 or 5.
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like three Commets bearded prodigie Amaz'd the world besides the register Of those Sea-Gods Drake Candish Furbusher That like three Neptunes on the curled maine Danc't with their Tritons in a martiall vaine Who to a Tragick Muse hath left their fame Scorning a Commick seckt to score their name The temple of the bifront God 's not ope As if the earth had vniuersall hope Of a most mild Augustus to sway th' earth In whose great raigne the King of Peace tooke birth Then vanish all your furies to blacke hell Duelloes combates to the loathsome Cell of burning Ambriscadoes crueltie Rape ruine horror and impietie Seconds in combats challenges in wine Giuing the lie and all vilde discipline Of sences desperate distance quarrels common For some damn'd Cockatrice or Strumpet woman And all those rasors that made France to bleed And England sad in peace be well agreed For loe an Oliue Scepter swayes our land Not crusht to powder with an yron hand Which sooner may the Seaes forsake their bound Fire from the concaue lepp and the fixt ground Be tumbled from the center all that 's made Rome from his orderd fashion retrograde Eagles be finn'd and swimme the Oceans deepe Whales mount the ayre Ducks with Dolphins keepe Before this peace fall and vnited-calme Forsake the vertue of his soueraigne Balme Souldiers turne Maunderers and liue to shame By Souldiers base attempts a Souldiers name Riot vpon this happie time of truse With pursing cheating and all base abuse Till millions of these Roarers sise by sise Drop through the hang-mans budget and so dies Before our Oliue-Scepter change his bud And graft it in a scarlet stock of blood Yet I could wish that in this golden time A golden meane were kept that in this clime Where the Hesperides of peace doth dwell Though guarded with a power that doth expell The doubt of ciuill and outragious iarres Men liu'd as if their very liues made warres Against that peace the heauens doth earth assure Vpon condition that no man is secure Nor are our best of blessings but so lent As heau'n may change what men in peace mispent For time may come ah may it neuer come When the loud thunder of our yet mute drumme May raile in martiall marches and their armes May scarre this peacefull Iland with Alarmes Inuasion may rouse horror from his den And Souldiers then thought rather Gods then men That now art barkt at by each dogged Sir Poore fooles your selues may need a Souldier To chace hostilitie and hell-borne spirits Of warre and blood by their triumphant merits From your Percullic'd gates oh then take heed He that scornes Souldiers may a Souldier neede For though all things in peace doe symbolize As with a blessing where all contraries Are leagued with Gordion knots of amitie And liue in one vnited harmonie The rauening Wolfe and the poore sheepe Combin'd by supernaturall blessings silly sleepe Like two faith-plighted friends the fruitfull vine That neere the Colewort is obserued to pine Troubles the God of surfets sparkling iuyce The Oake and Oliue kisse in calmes of truce The Masuue scares not the Hyanaes sight The Mouse the Elephant doth not afright The poysond Henbane whose cold iuice doth kill His meate vnto the Thrush when warres grow still And all things that beares naturall emnitie Conioyne their indiuiduall Simpathie In a most blest coherence of their formes Yet such a time may come when nature stormes And Plants and sencelesse things grow discontent Their factious formes scorning this sweet consent Familiar concord turn'd to qualities Of proud exceptions and hot contraries And mutinous nature all things turnes to hate That in sweete peace did most participate And if that old Phylosophy hould sure That the Soule tracktes the bodies temperature Although all naturall causes we confine To the great Mouers power and will diuine Yet neuer had our temperaments more fire Nor neuer apter to the hot desire Of warres and innouations when our age In Tauerns shew the stabbing signes of rage Neuer more cholericke constitutions knowne So practick in reuenge as now are showne Hot bloods in euery Courtyer boyles to fight No sooner grac't but he dares barke and bite New hot-spurre humors euery day arise In cutting Ruffines borne to pandarize Fierie distempers in our bloods exceed Whch great Hypocrates could neuer reade Each base Mechanick hath a Fencers diuell And faine would fight although the cause be euill Ther 's scarce a Coward borne to the times curse But hauing suckt he roares and kickes his Nurse Man from his Cradle now like Hercules Is borne to strangle not to liue at case When euery Royster his twelue labours slight And hand to hand dares with his Lions fight Or tugge with that three headed dogge of hell Or in a single Mona-machy quell The hundred headed Hydra to conclude By whom we moralize the multitude If then by naturall causes we descrie How our corrupted tempers do applie Themselues to bloody proiects and hot iarres Spurning at peace inflamed still to warres Our blessings ought thus much to know in feares That Mine and Thine may set kings by the eares Which two poore words as they haue set on fire The world with law so to the world inspire A quarrelsome nature that euen France and Spaine By these poore syllables lost thousands slaine And seuen-hill'd-Rome whose victories haue wonne Eu'n time to canonize what she hath donne Onely with these two words so pamperd fame That like a Iennet of a prowd-trust frame It pac'd the ample earth with such large pride As if 't were made not to be rid but ride Peace is not of an indiuidual size Like to a Phoenix from whose ashes rise Another of that kinde that can restore Succession to that peace that went before And it may be the vtmost date she beares Shall be confin'd within these peacefull yeeres Wherein her Iocs merily we sing Neuer was such a time and such a King Or whether the great Genius of these daies Hath left to him the glorie of that praise Sphynx cannot well vnridle or define For it may be in him it may resigne Her vtmost Royalties then why d'we liue Like the fond Megarenses who did giue Such cost vnto their houses as if neuer They thought of changes but to liue for euer Not like the wise Egyptians who still gaue Lesse cost vnto their house more to their graue Since then these changes follow times aspect And peace like to the Moone doth but reflect His beames from others who can then presume That still her quarters hold full Pleni-lune Commit not then such fierce Idolatrie Vnto this Saint more then the Deitie That gaue her those bright vertues though diuine For Angels may fall from their blessed Shrine But now we sound a Parle and Rereate From bloo ie Mars his Planet to the Seate Of the bright day-Starre rise bright Venus rise Whilest Citie wiues prepare thy Sacrifice TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVLL AND VERTVOVS LADIE THE Ladie Anne Randyll
Almanack With golden Epacts and new Moones doe crack The sturdie ioynts of Ephemerides With yeerely Sunnes and annuall compasses Whose merit euen the voice of God proclaimes With voice of all the people in the names Of our most reuerent Senate in which place Our graue Patricians more then th' outward grace Stands like a Center from whose point diuine To Brittanis Circle comes an equal line Of state and conscience which but drawne frō hence Makes vp an honor'd state-circumference 'T is not quick siluer'd-spirits that can run Throughout the vaine of earth with motion Of vnconcockted trauels that can merit The name of a State-mettall till the spirit By which his actiue nature still goes round Betempered with more massie stuffe and sound That in the winding Laberynth of state Iudicious eares may rightly terminate The most large bodies of the ranging time To a confin'd and superficiall line Not trauell but the minds graue residence That like the Sunnes vnited excellence Collected to the center of the glasse With greater vertue doth the obiect passe Makes a true States-man as in natures course Not euery motion can produce a force To be the cause of heate as in the Sunne We feele more heate when his hot beames doe runne vnited not disperst so fit for state Are iudgements setled and most temperate Not errant like a Planet but at rest Like the Polestarre with in his constant brest Then thou that snarl'st at their transcendent ranke And art thy selfe like some poore Mountibanke Made vp of drugges and tongues of euery land More fit for Ordinaries then command In the Abysse of state that with profound And perpendicular iudgements plumbes the ground Of euery scruple with deepe beames diuine Euen to th'vnmeasured bottom of each Mine The infinite thought creates repent thus farre Curse thy Dog-daies and rate thy sullen starre Packe foole to French-Baloone and there at play Consume the progresse of thy sullen day For such light pastimes suite a giddy braine Or if thy muddy and grosse feeding vaine Must needs be spic'd with Saturne walke More-fields The shades of malecontents whose causes yeelds Whole sholes of trauellers there may thine eies Surfet to see thy dull aspect arise And Planet-strike the Organ of thy sence With grosse and melancholly influence Cast here and there with enuious characters On lymping Souldiers and wild trauellers That sit a Sunning vnder some greene tree VVondring what riches are or rich men be But leauing these vnto the silent night Raw aires and hayecockes and the best delight Of such poore Grasshoppers that onely sing The Summer of their yeares with wandring Of fruitlesse voiages Next we present A gratious starre faire and beneuolent Drope Saturne with thy sullens to the earth VVhil'st Ioues bright star gets more auspicious birth Of Iubiter TO THE HIGH AND MIGHTIE PRINCE CHARLES a long life mortall and immortall TO you sweet Prince I sacrifice these lines Princes should liue by princely disciplines 'T is most collaterall Manna Angels foode It 's not so princely to bee great as good Planets rule man but Princes as they are Cald gods sway vs by vertue rule their starre What almanaks haue written in their praise In you haue greater power that oreswaies The doubt of art for certainely we know The full Moones of your vertues how they grow I wish your life may runne as doth your starre Orbd noblie and most nobly regular Or rather more for heauenly things aboue If they but crosse vs haue more hate then loue The teeming plowman thus will curse their powers When starres doe promise more in shew then showers But you are farre more prosprous and shall shine Blest in your influence mortall and diuine Enough is said in fine this booke shall tell T is good to be borne great best to doe well Your graces poore Subiect R. A. THE PHILOSOPHERS THIRD Satyr of Iupiter ♃ NOt Iupiter transform'd to many shapes His transmutations or celestiall scapes Amorous imbracings and adulterate fires Hot scalding passions and vnchast desires Nor of his tri-form'd thunder we describe That mauld th' aspiring Giants for their pride But of a heauenly bodie from whose merit Heroick actions drawe a noble spirit Vnder this stately and maiesticke starre Made happie by the raigne of Iupiter Are all those royall actions sweetly sung By our Welch Bards or the poettick tongue Of rauishing Lyrickes whose high Muses sings Starre-kissing Poems of the state of Kings The swelling tide of time whose mightie flood Like to an Ocean curl'd the streames of blood Of Kings and Worthies with true honour died Vnder this Princely Planet stellified True noble sparkes that can the soule define In honord persons in this Planet shine And giues essentiall formes to royall bloods Eternall to their names more then their goods Or fortunes can distinguish and deriues True honor not in name but in their liues Gentilitie from hence so riches bred That like a silke-worme it spinnes out his web That others might giue armes and weare his good More rich in vertues then blaz'd forth in blood Young Alexander whose triumphant hand Like some great earthquake shooke the sollid land With warlike rufflings of his princely mind By this aspect was at his birth assigned To honord enterprices and from hence Imperiall scepters draw their eminence And euery noble action of high fame That giues to honor an immortall name To Chronicles and times this starre doth blesse With an eternall Trophie of successe Which since his Princely flames scornes common men In a heroicke furie chafes our pen Tell me thou Royall States man to the Sunne Great signior of the worlds perfection High Treasurer for honourable brests That with imperiall wreathes adornes their crests Where are those Heroes whom Iupiter Did canonize euen in their Sepulcher And after death blest with thy influence Enspheard their soules with thy intelligence Crane vp true honor through the horned Moone That now vsurpes the day and shames bright noone With their confused actions where are those That had more honour in their minds then clothes Great Caesars Court did shine with warlick hands Ieer Atlas Ieer and laugh at yellow bands That now do staine the times Tell Iupiter The worlds mad after Safforn and preferre A most sur-reuerence fashion like a purge Before the conquest of the worlds large verge Gentilitie lookes like some painted whoore Whom wise men pittie though times-Bands adore Rather bright starre of heauen drop from thy place And kisse the Chaos then thy smiles disgrace On their natiuities that doe pretend Their linage from the Sunne which loath doth lend His beames to such corruptions purified As that most noisome muckhill of their prides Whose vapors sluffe the organ of mans sense With such mortalitie of peslilence That each phantastick corner of the land Stinkes with infection of a yellow band And yet can boast their gentry from a starre Kinde in coniunction and familiar To their high Fates Laugh Laugh Democritus Heer 's a right Comedie though vicious