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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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health in both the Worlds Of Venus ♀ MAdam behold your vertues doe intice The best of art to write the worst of vice That as the beautious forme of christall light Opposde to darknesse seemes more richly-bright So from the times worst obiects you may spie How vertue shines best by her contrarie And best doth edifie when to our sense She seemes to vertue in her innocence Like some cleare liquid cloud against the Sunne In proudest formes of opposition Heere shall you see the Anatomie of times And imperfections bowelld with the crimes Of brazen impudence condemn'd to death Like Traytors breathing an infectious breath From your sweet fauours I began this booke And hope a faire successe from your faire looke As earth to heauen presented to our sense Seemes but a point to the circumference Compar'd to his large bodie so in show Are these my studies vnto that Iowe Vnto your Ladiship this mite shall speake My Art and Hart both gratefull although weake As Dwarfes seeme gracious so may proue this elfe This booke though small may teach great time it selfe Your Ladiships humble and poore Kinsman of his duty Robert Anton. THE PHYLOSOPHERS FIFT Satyr of Venus ♀ NExt vnto blood and death the Paphian queene Of the inferiour-planets first is seene The harbinger of faire Auroras light Bright day-starre sliking the rough brow of night Faire Citharaea amorous flame of loue That next vnto the glorious sunne doth moue Goddesse of generation that dost giue A father to each Bastard how to liue Make my Muse ramble that it truly tell The scapes of lust that in thy influence dwell Appeare you horned-monsters that do swell With high-brow-Antlers that gainst heaun rebell And stumble against Taurus with your hornes Behold the lustfull Planet of your scornes By whose insatiate and hot lustfull fire Your wiues are strumpets your brows rear'd higher Vnder this starre bright Helena was bred That made her hushand higher by the head And Messalina by this planets power Wife to great Claudius Romes high Emperour Fall two and twentie times in one sole day Cornuted Caesar with her lustfull play Here may thy Satyr riot with thy pen And lash to blood this crooked fate of men Whose shameleswiues o'r warmd with bastard wine Like Messalina breakes that sacred signe That holy wedlocke in their vowes hath made By that lasciuious and insatiate trade That nature growes so horrid and so full That like Pasiphae amored of a Bull In any forme of incest or hot rape The sensuall appetite affects his shape Preposterous motions in this planet raigne Mothers turne Bawdes vnto their Daughters gaine Husbands haue sold their wiues like Galliflaues Vnto a strangers bed whole streets of knaues Deepe red in hot Adulterie so confounds The reputation of our honest grounds As if the world and Iustices agreede To make a Chaos of their bastard seede Why frownes not Minos at that ciuill whore That in a Puritans habit dwells next doore Vnto his worship and with Saintlike motion Minces the pauement with her pure deuotion Whom some hot Tradesman keeps doth disguise In Angels robes to gull the iealous eies Of shallow iudgement following Machauell Cunning in sinne treads warily to hell Why Carts not iustice that old Dipsas Baude That with her sorcerous charmes disperst abroad Among the vestall Virgins holy bred Hath betrai'd many a well-borne Maidenhead To the luxurious hands of riotous heyres Drowning their mothers happinesse in teares Why doe our lustfull Theaters entice And personate in liuely action vice Draw to the Cities shame with guilded clothes Such swarmes of wiues to breake their nuptiall othes Or why are women rather growne so mad That their immodest feete like planets gad With such irregular motion to base Playes Where all the deadly sinnes keepe hollidaies There shall they see the vices of the times Orestes incest Cleopatres crimes Lucullus surfets and Poppeas pride Virgineaes rape and wanton Lais hide Her Sirens charmes in such eare charming sense As it would turne a modest audience To brazen-fac'et profession of a whore Their histories perswade but action more Vices well coucht in pleasing Sceanes present More will to act then action can inuent And this the reason vnlesse heauen preuent Why women most at Playes turne impudent And yet not to their sexe doe we applie A Stoicall and stout necessitie Of shamefull sinne to women in this kind But I could wish their modestie confin'd To a more ciuill and graue libertie Of will and free election carefullie Hating this hellish confluence of the stage That breeds more grosse infections to the age Of separations and religious bonds Then e're religion with her hallowed hands Can reunite rather renew thy web With chast Penelope then staine thy bed With such base incantations But why in vaine Doe I confound the musicke of my straine With such vnrellisht Pantomimmicke slaues Whose liues prophane a lashing Satyr craues Oh yet my graue muse be not to profuse Applaud their good scourge onely their abuse No rather my keene pen with art dissect The Anotomie of woman whose defect May reade such Physicke to their longing sexe As what most horrid guilt of lust deâ—ects And cast aspersions on their Angels faces May salue their burning feauers of disgraces Not in a squibbing vaine my pen shall taske Your feeble imperfections but vnmaske With far more reuerent hand your slippery natures Since your first fall proues you backsliding creatures When heauen and earth from his confusion tooke Proportion firme and a more gracious looke Of order and creation then was crown'd Man the imperiall Monarch of this Round Which being made of a grosse element Vnfit alone for Kingly gouernment Woman as his adiutor was assign'd That to their powers the earth might be confin'd And man then one in number therefore none In her might be more perfect then alone When she was made in that prime innocence Each element bestowed the quintessence Of his best qualities fire then was more remisse With out hot lust that now more ex'lent is Water did temper his moyst qualitie Without the swetting palmes of venerie The subtill parts of aire did not inspire A lightnesse to their body or desire The sollid parts of earth vpheld their frame That now falls back to ruinate the same Her harmonie of nature most refin'd From the dull Mans an Angell in her kind Her face as beautious as the Crysped Morne Strooke from smudg'dnight created and not borne To keepe grosse-pated Adams from foule sin With adoration like some Cherubin Which not alone that naked Sill could doe Except the mightie mouer had made two Both which had kept faire Edens royalties To their succession and posterities And then vncensur'd had the woman ben From th' originall cause of mortall sinne Had not that Hel-bred Politician Beguil'd the woman and the woman man But since her sacred reason was beguil'd And she for him and he for both exild From that foure-riuer-running-Paradice To the large cursed center of their vice
end Starres fall from their degrees Planets descend To comfort the poore Centers feebled vaines Drooping vnto his Chaos with long paines And aged barrennesse man that noble creature Scanted of time and stinted by weake nature That in foretimes saw Iubiles of yeares As by Endimions historie appeares Nay which is more euen silly women then Liu'd longer time then our graue graye beard men Aged Terentia learned Tullies wife Aboue an hundred yeares spun out her life The politicks of state that from their hiue Distill sweet maximes how great Kingdomes thriue Their stinglesse King that raignes in sweete increase Swarming in Nectard prouinces of peace Which when his honie-grace in progresse flies A busie guard with Argus iealous eies Attends their dailie King in which we see Kings supreame heads what subiects ought to bee If then this sillie emblem in disguise And more sententious clouds can moralize Such high occurrences and intricate To tutor Solon in affaires of State What fearefull palsie should my pen confine Since the sunne's like a King Kings Sunne-like shine For marke the more this kingly planet goes To his meridian Zenith the more he throwes His warmth vpon vs and the more erect In his bright Noone-carreer he doth reflect His beames in double lines the more doth spring And prosper Mines Plants each vegetiue thing Likewise to Kings such vertue we applie Whose Royall progresse of true Regencie In his meridian lustre is desir'd Still to runne higher and to rule admir'd Not fear'd but lou'd a happie prop of state Loue ties allegeance feare but to God is hate Yet godly feare and loue to Kings we owne Who feares not them for iustice can loue none Eu'n Apes at full-moone dance then why not more Subiects at fuller glory Kings adore He whose fox't sense of innouations dreames 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 light but die in darke extreames No longer shall our peacefull shadowes runne When in an equall circle rides our Sunne Which while there is a Sunne to measure time May our Sunne shine within this Brittish Clime And with his Royall race run through the Signes Of Enuy and blacke treason of the times As at his birth Dame nature hath exprest Bearing the Signe of Leo in his Crest For by old sawes in prophecies foretold The comming of this Northerne Lion bold The Signe of Scorpio and the Vipers-brood Gowries blacke treason euer shal make good And that which last this fatall signe doth tell Was that Sulphureous practice hatcht in hell Which since our Sun hath past swimme Peters keies In Tibers flood of your damn'd treacheries Since in the voice of God the people crie Liue still our radiant Sunne of Maiestie And measure out the Autum Winter Spring In Libra's Signe 't is Iustice crownes a King Giue light and motion vnto each degree Onely retaine thy influence vprightly But those like Artelesse masters doe commence Masters of Art though not Arts excellence Yet like the Sunne Kings may their beames disperse With generall freenesse to the vniuerse And shine on common weedes and fragrant flowers Poore ruin'd houses and more loftie Towers Giue life to insect creatures and create Of things corrupted things to generate There 's not a Flie a Waspe a Scarabee But shares the Sunne with Caesars maiestie Since then the Sunne-beames are diffus'd to all And to the barbarous Moore and Christian fall In direct equall lines what foole precise Can question his free beautie how to rise If Oracles on Socrates bestow A golden Triuet who dare answere no. Princes are Oracles from whom no cause Can be demanded onely willes are lawes Sunnes vnconfin'd to shine where they shall please To hide scorcht Indians or the Antipodes Yet were they Gods and infinite to sense Vntide to circles or circumference Of mortall limitation being diuine Yet there are some things that eu'n them confine From absolute freedome as not to haue a will To couet contradictions or doe ill Both which so stint the vniuersall grace To perfect actions that it leaues no place To vnproportion'd freedome which in Kings Infinite in power finite conditions brings Besides the Sunne doth grace this Hemispheare With Orientall beautie bright and cleare So when our Brittish Sunne rose from his East His Kingly beames with triple honours blest Burnisht our mufled darknesse with such rayes As gaue a spritefull length to our blacke dayes The troubled ayre ingrost with Icie-feares Daun'st at the musick of the iocund Spheares That then if er'e Pythagoras did not lie In Diapasons kept true harmonie Full constellations in his issue shine Whose sweete reflection euen to wealthie Rhine So dazels admirations feeble sense As if the Sunne paid vse for influence From this bright treasure and so bankrout runne That yeeres and daies exchang'd for such a Sunne Whose beames so furnisht forraine climes with light That there our morning-starre chaste vgly night To his first blacke confusion and the morne Laught with a roasie-cheeke when first was borne Light from our light still may our new hopes shine Like fixed starres orbd in the Palatine Here could my Muse turne Courtier and direct Her motion to their motion and aspect And with a glozing quill insinuate Into the breast of greatnesse and of state And Ianus-like with complementall grace Gaze on these sunne-beames with a dubble face But that my dutie bids me shew my hart Ladies not Subiects faces studie Art Which in this zealous Morall I haue done By Iacobs-staffe to looke on Iacobs Sonne But from the King of light I now decline To sing of lights that by his lights doe shine Lest in this ticklish point of State I treade To much such feares saue many a noble head REVERENDISSIMO IN CHRISTO Patri Domino Archiepiscopo totius Angliae Primo Metropolitano faustam inexhaustam precatur musarum par pusillus Robertus Anton Salutem in Domino Of Saturne ♄ REuerentiae tuae sanae coÌ„scientiae fidei et ceteris virtutis tuae dotibus deuotissimus minutissimus ego huius mundi atomus gratiae tuae solare iubar iubeo saluere Inter tantam huius venenosae aetatis caligantem miseriam ecce quam diaphanum et perspicuum apparet tuae virtutis lumen inter tant as et prodigiosas honoris ecclipses et defectus sphaera tui solis nullam patitur vim aut conscientiae aut famae sed apud antipodes et homines ecclesiae oppositos maximam consequitur laudem et aeternum memoriae obeliscum O gloriosum monumentuÌ„ quod nec aes Cyprium sed virtutis extruxit artificiuÌ„ sed ô tempora clamant aulici de veneno Causidici deiure corrupto Clerici de beneficio Quis Iupiter haec suspiria demulcet sunt haec mortalium communia absit vt sint prodigia in hac catholica lacrymarum Abysso sympathia quadaÌ„ patior ego Academicus quis satyromastix mordicus non erit impatiens â—uÌ„ monstra haec cuÌ„ tanto strepitu tam horrendum emittunt foetum et terra cum coelo patitur violentiam