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Juvenalis redivivus, or, The first satyr of Juvenal taught to speak plain English a poem.
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Wood, Thomas, 1661-1722.
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1683
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Wing W3410; ESTC R20988
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views her face Is angry at the sight and breaks the Glass But still go on brave Friend and make us know What Rome to Juvenal That to Thee we owe. For in the Latin thou 'st but chang'd each name The Matter Manners Men were all the same Nor doest in this the Age alone refine But Juvenal himself in every line This gentle Satyr if well understood May kindly awe and force us unto good Yet I fear too ill in th' effect t will be All will turn wicked to be scourg'd by Thee June 23. 1683. JUVENALIS Redivivus OR The first Satyr of JVVENAL made to speak plain English BUT must I alway suffer this Can I So tamely still an ears good nature trie Exalted Nonsence being plac'd for Pillory Must I in complaisance conceal my pain No I 'le turn Fool and write and vex again Dear Doeg long have I with patience heard Cambyses roar and mighty thundrings fear'd The Comick Mamamouch ' hath teiz'd me too And Sappho with her wondrous Empty shew A Torie faith yet sha'nt unpunish'd go The Citty Wits have often scar'd my Eys With lamentable mournful Elegies But of all plagues Mack Fleckno is the worst With Guts and Poverty severely curst Large is his Corps his mighty works do swell Both carefully fill'd up and stuff'd from Hell Eternal Sot all o're a publick Ass Is cypher'd in the margin of his Face No tawdry Jilt does Playhouse better know Than I St. Jameses Park or who kist who I know Morefields where cunning Bawds do live Th' Exchange where none but Knaves and Cuckolds thrive I see it plain why grinning Whigs do sneer Or scold and sweat to day at Westminster That Sr. George and I shall have a Summons As Traytors to the Royal 1 House of Commons That thin starv'd Squires will steal a Golden Wench That Wapping Buffe'ne longs to kick the French The lab'ring Press does daily this repeat And frighted Nokes on loaded Stage does sweat 2 These subjects do the best and worst wits choose But none will e're a tedious Dulness loose Then why should I who long have left the Schools And all pedantick boyish Grammar rules I who to Patience once did give advice To quit Fur-gown and publick Offices Shall I minc'd Pies defraud or paper spare Since in Taverns Streets troth and every where Jack-pudding Poetasters do appear Since piss-burn'd Wigg torn cloaths and much of spight Or sawcy Fool 's sufficient plea to write But why the Ground must raging Fancy choose Which sharp and noble Dryden oft does use ' Lashing full stretch his fiery foaming Muse Strong Truths and Reasons shall declare the Cause And which forgiving Zeal will ne're oppose When Fumbling Serjeants wanton Girls do wed Sad Tools alas to warm a Marriage Bed When shameless Women on the Stage are brought And puny Lords with naked Breasts are caught When Ishban swears he 's richer than my King And Scriveners against Courts their Actions bring When leathern Clown that came from 3 Islington To factious Common Councils strait does run And then with Pride on stately Stone-horse set Curses the Golden Chain that makes him sweat S'Death from loud laughter I can ne're refrain I stop at grinns and hide my teeth in vain My boiling Gall does such confinement scorn And strong desires of Pen and Ink return Here in his Coach the full-blown Jonas swells And Popish Rats the sharp-nos'd Arod smells The squeaking Jack-call Doctor starts the Game And each his share in Blood and Money claim Through strange beliefs he bribed sence decoys And swears that Devils ne're could utter lies Yet dreads that TO will once against the witness rise With such success Sham-plots a Midwife try'd As some affirm by Tower'd Lords employ'd Here Covent Garden stabs an Heir Remove Stallions eat Gold are blest in Hellish Love They cheat fond irksome and deceiving Life I' th Sweets of a Rich Merchant's ugly wife The Long-tayl'd Balaam from a 4 Table strikes His twelfve Half-Crowns nor fame nor pay dislikes Hard Brawny Strong does much and more inherit He drinks and roars on 's stock of belly-merit But sure this hot-spur will the Profit reap When 's thin pale Soul through shriveled veins does creep When like declaiming Tyburn-Rogue he 'll Cry Good Countrymen take warning all by Me When in Pox Gout and stink Amyntas lies That was so brisk so gay so witty and so wise Soft Pitty and fierce Anger 's tear my Soul When Knaves a Noble Essex Youth controle Undone by Fraud he discontented walks And to his shabby thread-bare Garment talks 5 He Sharks and Cheats he Pimps and feign would Game To raise the Grandeur of his Birth and Name But those the Rogues i' th Croud of Footmen plac't The Boars that do our Fields and Countreys wast They Eat whole Families drink Orphans Tears And none the threats of walking Conscience feares As God would have it too they 'r Vsurers See Curse ye Meroz with mock sentence blest For what 's disgrace when Coin at home doth rest Banish't Mankind on Herbs himself he feasts And stares and struts i' th midst of 's Brother Beasts With Haste and Zeal he loves his Angry Fate And Joys that God so mean a Wretch will Hate 6 oh Doctors Doctors Commons tho prevailing Yet thou findst for thy wrongs no Help but wailing Where 's Auldram Rochester and Wicherley You mighty Souls that in this Cause dare dye Let 's draw our Pens and quit 7 Tarsander's Praise Fair Phillis lovely Bum the charming ways Of Country Wife renown'd for mizmaze tricks Or where their Darts our Courtlike Cupids fix The Worlds on Fire it does in madness reign Quench it with Ink with Satyr breath a Vein Peevish perverse base it hates a Cure And scarce will out true honest minds endure It must it must the kind Plain-dealers feel That will its sores and foul diseases heal Then Smooth I wont forget that Handsome Lord Seditious Sot unfaithful in his word With strange good Nature he his Horns receives And a whole Wife for Julio's Friendship gives When e're strong Drink or Sleep does seize his head Be sure that minute there 's a Cuckold made His Conscience Pimps his Brains the Friend doth buy And all things yield to his No-Loyalty Fetch pious Swearmuch from New-Market Race Religion jades him and she tires apace He on good Horseflesh lives but will not own That Fortune e're can cast her Rider down His noble Ancestours he scarce does know But with unsullied honour sneaks below And says t is well observed by the Wise That from starv'd Jockeys valiant Souldiers rise And underhand for a Commission tries A beggar'd 8 Duke thus once was set astride And did himself to a poor Devil ride Why should I not the Streets and Churches fill With sharp Lampeons spew venom thro my quill When bald-fac'd Split-cause in Sedan must roul Th' unfeather'd glaring rich Majestick Owl Dowries he has from sweet oppression But Wax and Parchment was his Portion Worse