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Satyres: and satyricall epigrams with certaine obseruations at Black-Fryers? By H:F: of Lincolnes-Inne gent
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Fitzgeffrey, Henry.
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1617
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SATYRES AND SATYRICALL EPIGRAM'S With Certaine Obseruations at Black-Fryers By H F Of LINCOLNES-INNE Gent Horat Serm Lib. 1. Nil mî officit vnquam Ditior hic aut est quia Doctior est Locus vnicuique suus It neuer vexeth me a whit That this man hath more welth or wit Euery one hath where he may sit LONDON Printed by Edw All-de for Miles Patrich and are to be sold at his shop neare St. Dnnstons-Church in Fleet-street 1617. The Author in praise of his owne BOOKE COmmend my Selfe No! But my Booke I may And boldly blamelesse 't is Praise-worthy fay How so The sencelesse Substance well may plead My Selfe I was not when the Booke I made Of his deare Friend the Author H. F. OF what is heere thou 'lt not haue any write Prayses that willing would and iustly might Permit me then For I le Praise what I see Deficient heere thy name FITZ-IEOFFERY Where English FITZ aright and I ha' done So rightly art thou called IEOFFERYES-Sonne Then adde time Age but to thy industry In thee againe will liue Old-IEOFFERY NATH GVRLYN The Author's Answer OF what is Heere I forbid any Write Praises Why Nothing Heere can merite it Yet I le Permit thee Thou l't but Praise my Name And that 's Deficient Then Praise not for shame Where do FITZ right Write place it to â— minde Stil rightly must FITZ IEOFFERYES come behind wrought French must turne English first strange wonders Olde be a new Borne The Sonne brought to nought HORAT De Arte Poeti NVnc satis est dixisse Ego mira poemata pango Occupet extremum scabies Anglicè sic NOw 't is inough to speake I wondrous Poemes make Then Diuell the hindmost take Satyra prima LIB 1. VVHo'd not at venture Write So many waies A man may proue a Poet now a daies Does Nature witt afford to breake a Iest This is a Poet and his friends protest He is to blame he Writes not when indeed Th' Illiterate Gull can neither write nor read Let Nature faile Takes he but so much Paine To write obscurely adding so much Braine As end his crabbed sencelesse verse in Rime This might a Poet beene in Perseus time And more Though Horace in his book reherses Nature and Arte are both requir'd in Verses There are those of their Poetry will vaunt Which do God wote both Wit Learning want I know them Such as they at Table sit Each Iest you speake will to a Metre fit And thus your Witt 's sell for their priuate gaine And bee accouted Poets for their paine Others there are that Others workes suruay And must from all thinges some thing filtch away Who if to weaker Braines they can vnfolde A Learned Author nick a Phrase that 's olde Or change but one word in a line or two Straight all 's their owne they write who doubts it so When I wood scarce beleeu 't though they in fine To euery Verse subscribe By Ioue 't is mine Nor is 't inough they this in priuate show But these are Poets all the world must know 'T is strange to see what stretching is of Witâ— What spare of speech this plentious Presse begets Some if you keepe them company you 'l finde As choise to breake a Iest as to bteake winde And what 's the reason thinke ye Onely this All they can speak's too little for the Presse Where 't is not losse of Friend Life Libertie Shall cause them keepe a Iest in secrecy Others haue helpes when their Inuention faile Straight they begin abusiuely to raile Then out comes Whelps of the olde Dog for sport Shall barke at Great ones bite the meanet sort When the On-setters after all their paine For feare woo'd gladly call them in againe And these will Poets bee accounted too Because they Dare doe more then others doe Though they their Verses write a man may say As Clown's get Bastards and straight runne away Montanus needes will bee a Poet why Because the Muses on a Mountaine hy Inhabited Peto for that his Name Denotes him Poet in the Anagrame And Quaint Castilio since his Father dy'd Who many Volumes publish't and beside Diuers neglected Left vnto his Son Which dubbes him Poet by praescription True And Castilio will approued bee Or he will Print his Fathers Legacy And marke Crisippo but what shifts he 'l finde Ere he 'l bee counted once to come behinde In euery Booke he will bespeake afore The comming out roome for halfe a score Or a dozen Verses which he 'l hugely puffe With commendations of the Authors stuffe And in Hyperbolyes his Name extoll Yond Homer Virgill Ouide Iuuenall Vouching no better Volume ere was Writ And that himselfe hath had a Hand in it Oh this vaine Praise-Affecting Poetry Is a bewitching-itching Leoprosie That makes men Rub scrub rouz and touz their Braine Pump their Pates dry for Iests and all to gaine So much Report might serue to make them vaunt They are Applauded though of Ignorant They 'l snatch and scratch and scrape though nere so ill And rather smart then holde their fingers still Be there a Citty show or sight at Court Of Acts Heroicke or of Princely sport â—which right to write of or in Type to tell Might taxe a Daniels or a Spencers quill Marke how these hungerbit Inuentions scud To eye to spy All for no other good Then onely this poore this But to obtaine â—ome fodder for their needy greedy straine See then how Enuy gin's her eyes to â—at On dainties plenty and repines thereat How muttering Momus that knowes not to bite Grumbles and mumbles mouthfuls out of spite How currish Critticks most seuerely harke Ready at each sound of applause to barke How all together and how each a part Stretch retch faine strain Inuention Iudgement Art Raile Lybell what not Rather then labour loose Iest on your Gesture or be-lye your cloathes A subiect fitter for a Beadles fist Then the tart lines of a smart Satyrist Let Natures causes which are too profound For euery blockish sottish Pate to sound Produce some monster some rare spectacle Some seauen yeares Wonder Ages miracle Bee it a worke of nere so sleight a waight It is recorded vp in Metre straight And counted purchase of no small renowne To heare the Praise sung in a Market-towne How many Volumes lye neglected thrust In euery Bench-hole euery heape of dust Which from some Gowries practise Powder plot Or Tiburne Lectur's all their substance got Yet toâ—se our Time-stalles you ll admire the rout Of carelesse fearelesse Pamphlets flye about Bookes made of Ballades Workes of Playes Sightes to be Read of my Lo Maiors day 's Post's lately set forth Bearing their Backe at Letters of all sorts An intollerable Packet Villains discouery by Lanthorn and Candle-light strange if the author should not see it to haÌ„dle right A Quest of Inquirie Iacke a Douer's The Iests of Scoggin and diuers others which no man Better the Stationer knowes Wonderfull Writers Poets in
giue What more So Life and Loue in all did linke vs That One that knew vs both both one wou'd think v Which in our Father brâ—d this foule mistake Who gaue One all and so did Difference make Vaitas non est numerus Epig. 57. ROme for Reuersio there 's but One I le swearâ— Betwixt him and 5. hundred a Yeare O happy thrice Reuersio if that One As none a Number thou coo'dst number none Againe Vnus Homo nullus homo Epig. 58. ONe Man is no man Proue that if you can Reâ—ersio you for euer make a Man Natura nihil agit frustra Against Painted Women Epig. 59. MOst are of minde that Women are lesse Fairâ— And more Deformed then of Olde they were True else In vaiâ—e woo'd Nature labour take To giue them Beauty that can Beauty make To his Hearts conciled Honor. THen Thee the Goddesse did Diuinely frame For her Art's glory and theâ—e Artists shame In Amicam dotem quaerentem Epig. 60. Loues me and woo'd wed but wot ye what Vnlesse I make her Ioynture shee will not And what 's this Ioynture A future Estate Purchast by Prouidence possest by Fate Whereon to Hopes vnkindnesse griefe t' inioy A Sin to wish for in it selfe a toy A meerly neerl ' Inuention onely fit To part false hearts and not to Ioyne on it Then on Ioynture doe not so much stand All faithfull Louers are not borne to Land It breeds Distrust Inferres suspition Of other dislikes to dislike thee on For was thy Loue so firme as mine with me thou 'dst thinke no other but to liue and die Yet bee 't as ' twill ere I le my Loue forgoe For want of what I need not this I le doe Take mee I le play th' Good-husband and I will Both Day and Night bee getting for thee still And what I get and I will get for Life Dying Ile wholly leaue vppon my Wife â—f this contents not marke then what I le say Dues must not bee demaunded till the Day Let then Iustly Ioyne me to her now And then aske Ioynture when it shall grow Due Of a Lawyer and a Physitian which the Better man Epig. 61. A Quaint Physitian that had tooke Degree Like in his Habite aequall in his Feâ— Being a man of Vniuersall grace Contended with a Lawyer for the place Sir quoth ' Physitian I am One you know That before Lords and Ladyes vse to goe My Life secure voide of seditious strife Not one dares once molest me for his Life I oft am sent for Lawyer then bee se'd And haue to doe with Ladyes in their bed Lawyer Be Patient Doctor And take this from mee T is not your Grace like Habite aequall Fee Nor Priuiledges all say what you can May make you bee or seeme the better man I as Apollo am the God to whome All Countryes croutching doe for Counsaile come Iudge then my state how Honored I liue How Liberall Counsaile vnto all I Giue How Honest That am sought too free from Hate When men will trust mee with their whole estate No not the statelyest Lady in the Land Will sticke to put her Case into my hand Goe to our Practise for my Countries care I most am stirring where Contentions are You in Infections and Diseases raining Make out of Others losse and Hurt your gaining I to suppresse Deceit Truth 's Causes vrge You Humours to exhale with Glisters purge Mistake not Doctor then and you shall finde It is your Office for to come behinde Of 2. Painters contending for Praeeminence in their Arâ— Epig. 62. TWo Painters on a time at variance fell Which might each other in his Art excell One thinking straight to end so vaine a strife Pluckes forth the curious Picture of his Wife Swearing if ought of his could this surpasse Hee of the Two the better Artist was The other more Learned in Philosophie Saves All compares must amongst aeâ—uaâ—ts bee Now then if this muâ—â— the Contention end You of necessity your Wife must lend Then let me presently her with me take And I hee Image shall more Liuely make Let no suspition cause you to deny her I le make it speedily And send it by her This done The Artist cuuningly did bid her Before him stand as when her Husband did her Who speedily his Percill forth did plucke And close himâ—elfe vnto his worke betooke So Iustly Her hee fitted euery where She swore her Husband could not him come neere No better Iudge then can I haue nor Will Goe home and tell thy Husband of my Skill At whose returne the Good-man fond to know Askt her the Ensigne of his Art to show Quoth she this time the Ground he onely laide It shall in time bee perfected hee saide Oft was he vrgent and woo'd Answer none From day to day hee 'd aske What ha's hâ—â— done It chanced so that in some 10. Months after Shee was deliuered of a goodly Daughter So like in all to th' Mother was this Elfe That none could thought bee mother but herselfe Which Bornâ— she tooke and to her Man did send it Loe heere my Picture Trie if you can mend it FINIS To the worthy Author vpon these Epigrams LEt me not whilst I praise an Epigram Deserue a Satyre Let not me who am As nice in praising as dispraisiug still Commend your worke as trading Poets will For then I might praise Bookes I neuer read Bookes sencelesse at least not Interpreted And sweare I know them good Thus many doe Commend and yet maintaine their credits too Which my poore Innocence hath much admir'd Till I perceiu'd these Poets who are hir'd In all respects are Shop-keepers And they Grow Bankroupts if forsworne but once a day So these in wit grow beggerly whose sloath Hath nothing but a Wager or an Oath To proue their owne or other mens desert And did not my per-vsall now conuert My Iudgement to consider what I praise I might as they approue and many wayes Recant hereafter But I giue them leaue To Write vpon me when they shall perceiue Such scorn'd Inconstancie and if they please To doo 't in Epigrams Let them first learne These Which if they can learne they may truely boast They haue aduantage gotten with the most IO STEPHENS THE Third Booke of Humours Intituled Notes from BLACK-FRYERS Epigram To his Lou Chamber-Fellow and nearest Friend NAT GVRLIN Of Lincolnes-Inne Gent. NAT Counsaile me faith what wod'st hauâ— me doe My priuate Notes produce in publique view Tush mooue me not yet doubtles t is rare stuff And may Take why not if so Good inough How ere Nat Patronize it thou canst tell If ought mislike I meant and wish all well Then Good or Bad heer Sirs on liking take it If Good 't is I If Bad 't is you that make it Notes from Black-Fryers WHat friend Philemo let me thy corpes Imbrace So jumpe met in this vnfrequented place Then faith ' lets Frolique't pre'thee what 's the Play The first I visited this twelue