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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07888	The vvorming of a mad dogge: or, A soppe for Cerberus the iaylor of Hell No confutation but a sharpe redargution of the bayter of women. By Constantia Munda	Munda, Constantia.	1617 (1617)	STC 18257; ESTC S113031	21,031	46

which is ouo prognatus eodem did not your mother hatch the same Cockatrice egge to make you in the number of the generation of Vipers and I take you to be of that brood which Homer calls 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 alwaies lolling out the tongue and all the Historiographers terme Scopes that giue a most vnpleasing and harsh note quasi 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 cauilling and taunting and as Caelius wittily notes them to be so called quasi Sciopas 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 hauing their face obscur'd in darknesse so this your booke being but the howling of a night-bird shall circumscribe thy name in the dungeon of perpetuall infamy Thou that art extold amongst clownes and fooles shalt be a hissing and a by-word to the learned and iudicious in so much as thine vnlucky shrieking shall affect thee with gastly terrors and amazements neuer thinke to set forth more larums of your brutishnesse but as Labienus who was sirnamed Rabies madnesse because hee vsed such liberty of his detracting tongue that he would without regard or discretion rayle vpon all men in his exasperate mood When all his bookes and writings were made a bonfire of which in those dayes was a new-found way of punishing vntoward wits Eam contumeliam saith mine Author Labienus non tulit neque superstes ingenio suo esse voluit Labienus tooke snuffe at this contumelious destruction of his despised labours he was vnwilling to be the suruiuing executor of his owne wit whereupon in a melancholy and desperate mood he caused himselfe to be coffin'd vp and carried into the vault where his ancestors were entombed thinking it may be that the fier which had burned his fame should be denied him hee died and buried himselfe together I doe not wish you the same death though you haue the same conditions and surname as hee had but liue still to barke at Vertue yet these our writings shall be worse then fiers to torture both thy booke and thee Wherefore transcribing some verses that a Gentleman wrote to such an one as your selfe in this manner I conclude Thy death I wish not but would haue thee liue To rayle at vertues acts and so to giue Good vertues lustre Seeing enuy still Waites on the best deserts to her owne ill But for your selfe learne this let not your hand Strike at the flint againe which can withstand Your malice without harme and to your face Returne contempt the brand of your disgrace Whilst women sit vnmou'd whose constant mindes Arm'd against obloquy with those weate windes Cannot be shaken for who doth not marke That Dogs for custome not for fiercenesse barke These any foot-boy kicks and therefore we Passing them by with scorne doe pitty thee For being of their nature mute at noone Thou darst at midnight barke against the moone Where mayest thou euer barke that none shall hear But to returne the like and maist thou beare With greefe more slanders then thou canst inuent Or ere did practise yet or canst preuent Maist thou be matcht with enuy and defend Scorne toward that which all besides commend And may that scorne so worke vpon thy sense That neyther suffering nor impudence May teach thee cure or being ouerworne With hope of cure may merit greater scorne If not too late let all thy labours be Contemn'd by vpright iudgements and thy fee So hardly earn'd not pay'd may thy rude quill Be alwaies mercenary and write still That which no man will read vnlesse to see Thine ignorance and then to laugh at thee And mayst thou liue to feele this and then groane Because t is so yet cannot helpe and none May rescue thee till your check't conscience cry This this I haue deseru'd then pine and die Et cum fateri furia iusserit verum Prodente clames conscientia scripsi FINIS

THE WORMING of a mad Dogge OR A SOPPE FOR CERBERVS THE Iaylor of Hell NO CONFVTATION BVT A sharpe Redargution of the bayter of Women By CONSTANTIA MVNDA dux faemina facti Virg Aen 1. Sigenus humanum mortalia temnitis arma At sperate Deos memores fandi atque nefandi LONDON Printed for LAVRENCE HAYES and are to be sold at his shop neere Fleet-bridge ouer against St. Brides Lane 1617. TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVL LADY her most deare Mother the Lady PRVDENTIA MVNDA the true patterne of Pietie and Vertue C. M. wisheth increase of happinesse AS first your paines in bearing me was such A benefit beyond requitall that t were much To thinke what pangs of sorrow you sustain'd In child-birth when mine infancy obtain'd The vitall drawing in of ayre so your loue Mingled with care hath shewen it selfe aboue The ordinary course of Nature seeing you still Are in perpetuall Labour with me euen vntill The second birth of education perfect me You Trauaill still though Churched oft you be In recompence thereof what can I giue But what I take euen that I liue Next to the heavens 't is yours Thus I pay My debt by taking vp at interest and lay To pawne that which I borrow of you so The more I giue I take I pay I owe. Yet lest you thinke I forfait shall my bond I here present you with my writing hand Some trifling minutes I vainely did bestow In penning of these lines that all might know The scandals of our aduersarie and I had gone forward had not Hester hang'd Haman before yet what here I wrote Might serue to stop the curs wide throat Vntill the haltar came since which I ceast To prosecute what I intended lest I should be censur'd that I vndertooke A worke that 's done already so his booke Hath scapt my fingers but in like case As a malefactor changeth place From Newgate vnto Tiburne whose good hope Is but to change his shackels for a rope Although this be a toy scarce worth your view Yet deigne to reade it and accept in lieu Of greater dutie for your gracious looke Is a sufficient Patrone to my booke This is the worst disgrace that can be had A Ladies daughter worm'd a dog that 's mad Your louing Daughter CONSTANTIA MVNDA To Joseph Swetnam WHat is thy shameles muse so fleg'd in sin So cocker'd vp in mischiefe or hast bin Train'd vp by Furies in the schoole of vice Where the licentious Deuils hoyst the price Of vncought mischiefe make a set reward For hell-hound slanderers that nought regard Their reputation or the wholesome Lawes Of Vertues Common-wealth but seek applause By rayling and reuiling to depraue The mirrour of Creation to out-braue Euen heauen it selfe with folly could the straine Of that your barren-idle-donghill braine As from a Chymick Limbeck so distill Your poyson'd drops of hemlocke and so fill The itching eares of silly swaines and rude Truth-not-discerning rusticke multitude With sottish lies with bald and ribald lines Patcht out of English writers that combines Their highest reach of emulation but to please The giddy-headed vulgar whose disease Like to a swelling dropsie thirsts to drinke And swill the puddles of this nasty sinke Whence through the channels of your muddy wit Your hotch-potcht work is drawn and the slimy pit Of your inuectiue pamphlet fild to th'brim With all defiled streames yet many swimme And bath themselues oh madnes in that floud Of mischiefe with delight and deem that good Which spoyls their reasō being not vnderstood When people view not wel your diuellish book Like nibling fish they swallow bait and hooke To their destruction when they not descry Your base and most vnreuerent blasphemy How in the ruffe of fury you disgrace As much as in you lies and doe deface Natures best ornament and thinkst th' ast done An act deseruing commendation Whereas thy merits being brought in sight Exclaime thus on thee Gallows claime thy right Woman the crowne perfection the meanes Of all mens being and their well-being whence Is the propagation of all humane kinde Wherein the bodies frame th'intellect and mind With all their operations doe first finde Their Essence and beginning where doth lie The mortall meanes of our eternity Whose vertues worthinesse resplendent rayes Of perfect beauty haue alwaies had the praise And admiration of such glorious wits Which Fame the worlds great Herauld sits Crowning with Lawrel wreaths Mittle bows The tribute and reward of learned browes And that this goodly peece of nature be Thus shamefully detested and thus wrong'd by thee How could your vild vntutour'd muse infold And wrap it selfe in enuious cruell bold Nay impudent detraction and then throw And hurle without regard your venom'd darts Of scandalous reuiling at the hearts Of all our female sexe promiscuously Of commons gentry and nobility Without exceptions hath your spungie pate Voyd in it selfe of all things but of hate Suckt vp the dregs of folly and the lees Of mercenary Pasquils which doe squeese The glaunders of abuses in the face Of them that are the cause that humane race Keepes his continuance could you be so mad As to depraue nay to call that bad Which God calls good can your filthy clawes Scratch out the image that th' Almighty drawes In vs his pictures no! things simply good Keep stil their essence though they be withstood By all the complices of hell you cannot daunt Not yet diminish how ere you basely vaunt With bitter termes the glory of our Sex Nor as you michingly surmize you vexe Vs with your dogged rayling why we know Vertue oppos'd is stronger and the foe That 's queld and foyld addeth but more Triumph to th' conquest then there was before Wherefore be aduised cease to raile On them that with aduantage can you quaile THE WORMING OF a madde Dogge THE itching desire of oppressing the presse with many sottish and illiterate Libels stuft with all manner of ribaldry and sordid inuentions when euery foule-mouthed male-content may disgorge his Licambaean poyson in the face of all the world Tincta licambaeo sanguine t●la dabit Ouid in Ibin hath broken out into such a dismall contagion in these our dayes that euery scandalous tongue and opprobrious witte like the Italian Mountebankes will aduance their pedling wares of detracting virulence in the publique Piatza of euery Stationers shoppe And Printing that was inuented to be the store-house of famous wits the treasure of Diuine literature the pandect and maintainer of all Sciences become the receptacle of euery dissolute Pamphlet The nursery and hospitall of euery spurious and penurious brat which proceeds from base phreneticall braine-sicke bablers When scribimus indocti must be the motto of euery one that fooles himselfe in Print t is ridiculous but when scribimus insani should bee the signiture of euery page t is lamentable our times so stupidly possest and benumd with folly that wee shall verifie the Prouerbe L'vsanza commune non è