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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A30828	Time's out of tune, plaid upon however in XX satyres / by Thomas Bancroft.	Bancroft, Thomas, fl. 1633-1658.	1658 (1658)	Wing B643; ESTC R3217	79,397	157

invade His person presently at such alarms He 's ready Giant-like to take up arms Against great Heaven and sticks not to let fly Indignant speeches 'gainst the Deity Just as the Thracians when fierce thunder tears The Clouds shoot arrows at the Heavenly Spheres Such persons stand upon the slippery brink Of ruine and as ready are to sink Into deep mischief as was Xerxes when Attended with a numerous host of men He to high Athos bold defiance sent As scorning by this lowest element To be ore-topt he threatned to oppress Natures dominions with his mightiness To make the earth grone and the Ocean quake Yet straight with wings of fear his flight did take His troops being chaced by Leonidas As by a Lion Sylvane Herds or as Thick swarms of Gnats along the dampish shores Are by a storm disperst when Boreas rores O vain Presumption that Ix●on-like Dost grasp a Cloud and would'st with terrour strike Thine enemies mock'st others with deceits Yet art thy self took with delusive haits As thou threw'st Angels from Celestial state So men by thee rais'd dost thou ruinate And as thou humbledst Babel to the ground And didst the Language of the world confound So greatest works thy pride still overthrows And fills whole Kingdoms with confused woes Yet 't is our fate or folly to run on Still in high-wayes of bold presumption Without restraint We like poor Prisoners cast Into a Dungeon on this Globe are plac'd The stair-foot of the world and sediment Of Nature whither all her dregs are sent Excretions and impurities yet we Think the whole world maintains an harmony For our sole sakes and that the glorious frame Of Heaven at our content doth chiefly aim Yea we pretend to know the Stars so well As if we did i' th' Heavenly houses dwell Vain mortals have we stellifi'd have all Along with Antiques hung th' Olympian Hall And as Celestials did affect our spor●s Bull Bear Dog Lion beasts of other sorts And sundry Fowls have we advanced high And starr'd therewith the fore-head of the sky Some high-flown wits play upon wing and strive To know what plots forsooth the stars contrive Consult with them about all great affairs As of Religion Empire peace and warrs Presumeing that as in the Book of Fate They read in Heaven the change of every State They calculate nativities and show What Fortunes in the paths of life shall go Along with men and what at last befall If their starre-doctrine prove authentical But if all grand mutations they fore-know Why did they not with all their art fore-show That to th' Religion which we now embrace Both Jewish Ceremonies should give place And Heathenish rites They did indeed foretell Which their bold rules doth shamefully resell That our Religion honour'd with the Cross Should fail and feel an universal loss When once three hundred threescore years were gone After that dread world-shaking Passion But their words were as far from truth as even Their arms from fathoming the arch of Heaven For then did Christianisme so mainly spread As if th' officious winds had carried It on their wings O the proud dorages Of shallow-headed mortals that profess The knowledge of the things they nere can reach Such as th' Intelligences scarce can teach Man wanting wit t' account himself a fool Is by the very Insects set to School Yet looks on 's fellow-creatures with as much Disdain as if his haughty brow did touch The roof of Heaven and with such tyranny Ore-awes the rest of Natures family As if they serv'd not to adorn the main Frame of the world or did not appertain To the same Lord on whom such injury Reflects and strikes at 's aweful Majesty But why poor Earthling dost thou swell so high Dost thou not see that beasts sagacity Puzzles thy reason that exalts thee so And their instinctive powers thy wits out-go So that their operations though thine eyes Frequently meet them pass for rarities Besides whereas the changes they fore-show Of th' air and more then man do seem to know The mind of Heaven or with it to maintain Some intercourse it frees them from disdain And such contempt as commonly among Frothy discourses is upon them flung No less to their own kind are men unkind Whilst lifted up like feathers in the wind With fumes of pride and hatching in their brain Mis-shap'd opinions they would yet constrain Others t' embrace their brood and as decrees Or settled laws obtrude their novelties He that upon the Moon had spent his wit And found both Sea and Land enough in it To furnish a new world with what a bold Front did he broch th' opinion he did hold Striving on others judgments to put tricks And make them like himself all Lunaticks So he that to the Earth gave motion and Would have the Sun as the worlds Centre stand Taught Magisterially as onely he Had chew'd the Kernel of Philosophy Surely if we could learn of wandering birds T' use wings as we can teach them t' utter words Our curious pride would make a flight more high Then Icarus his pitch th●t it might pry Into those wonders which from mortal eyes Are set at distance in the aweful skyes We would try whether th' Elemental fire Have the same heat with ours and would aspire To be acquainted with the Selenites If any such there be and feed our sights Upon such objects as young Phaeton In his wild wand'rings fixt his eyes upon Such fumes of vanity dilate the brain Of man that he conceits it doth contain As much as Heav'ns circumf'rence though so lame And shrunk's his Knowledge that the narrow frame Of his own body he ignores much less Can pierce int' incorporeal essences You sons of Aesculapius tell me why You faulter in your judgments frequently If you can dive into each deep recess Of bodies and know all the offices Of Nature there and of a watch so great Can the distemper'd wheels in order set But boldly some give hot as others cold Receipts against diseases that do hold Men in an equal thraldome some again Apply moist things to dull the edge of pain Others commend exiccatives some sluce The bloud out others do prefer the use Of sweating 'gainst which others too inveigh Because bad humours do the good betray Thus like Sea-robbers fasten'd back to back They look aversly and poor Patients rack By their distractions But how should they know Right cures that know not whence diseases grow For one sayes that the cause thereof doth lye In atomes which into our bodies fly Another doth derive such maladies From bloud distemper'd in our arteries A third affirms our spirits faulty are A fourth accuseth our inspired air A fifth upbraids us with bad nutriment Others there are that from all these dissent Then whom can we believe that they can tell What our diseases are or where they dwell They make me sick with terms as Lawyers doe Their Clients yet I cannot but laugh too To hear our Emp'ricks

needs must be A rude extreme of harsh impiety An horrid wickedness enough to make Without imprison'd wind the earth to quake SATYRE XVIII Against Injustice I Have been still so blest I thank my Stars As not to raise nor soment any jars But rather patiently would put up wrong Then hire the service of a claim'rous tongue To plead my right I see in suit prevails None but the rich gold ever turns the Scales And as an Atlas to our motions here Carries all causes all the sway doth bear Upholds all factions sets awork all hands And leads all hearts as in triumphal bands As Sabine Souldiers on Tarpeia cast Their bracelets and their bucklers till at last Under their deadly weight her life was spent So greater persons fatally torment Fair justice under wealths oppressive load Upon such mischief-workers worst bestow'd It is a just complaint that long ago Justice forlook these regions here below Replete with wickedness and to the skies Went where she might mans insolence despise Yet some resemblance of old equity She left and that the same 's so wretchedly With bloud disfigur'd is the too well known Cause of our present grief and endless mone Thou that art wrong'd and any thing dost lose Except thy wits be wise and rather choose To sit down with thy loss then go to law Whence on thy self thou shalt be sure to draw Fresh injuries nor ever have redress Unless thy purse in Angels languages Do speak thy grievance or great friends thou find That in our wars to th' winning side inclin'd Though thou beest nere so honest and the sky No clearer then thy hearts integrity And though the wrongs for which thou dost implead Another in the Laws full view be laid Yet if withal thou under Hatches be And being tost in straits of poverty Canst to no harbour of great friendship get Thou 'lt fare no better then an over-set Ship in a storm thy labour and thy cost And hope of recompence will all be lost Many that might law-quarrels well decide Are like to hungry Kites that far and wide Seek for a prey and build their nests on high With meer acquists of their rapacity If thou beest troubled with a plethry Of a full fortune as we daily see That vices and vexations wait upon Wealth be some Lawyer thy Physician And thou wilt find he soon will macerate The corpulency of thy great estate Attenuate its bulk contract its size Pare to the quick its proud excrescencies And when thy golden plumes are pluckt in law Be one to laugh at thee like AEsops Daw What brought Caninio to an ebb so low In his estate but that he still let flow● His wealth among the pettifogging sort That which long bills of charges did cut short His large intrado who was high they say In Fortunes favour as most apt to play The fool in turning still the point of law On men almost for th' wagging of a straw At least three hundred Crowns he once let fly After a Goose that was too waggishly Took from his Coop his choler so to move Who as his life did wrangling ever love But could from such a suit expect small gains To compensate his charges and his pains Some wits derided him and said that Fowl Might well be one that sav'd the Capitol And if the man to wars did ever goe Would in his helmet make a goodly show And when the bustling winds their strength did try Would seem to hiss and threat his enemy My task were endless should I undertake To tell what small account the most did make Of noble justice in the stormy dayes Of our late war when many men did raise Themselves by rapine and from poor and low Estates to wealth and eminence did grow One such a strangely metamorphos'd man Is that imperious varlet Putean Who till wild discord soft her sparkling brands And fir'd our hearts bestirr'd his brawny hands Digg'd in a quarry for his daily bread And hardly was with fruits of labour fed All ratter'd like a shaggy Satyre went Was despicably low and indigent But when loud drums and trumpets did awake Our drowzy spirits he resolv'd to take Another course new fortunes would assay In the next Army took a Souldiers pay Nothing at all regarded wrong nor right Nor yet for conquest but for coin did fight Fight did I say nay rather Mercury The Mars he serv'd of fraud and theevery Upheld the trades rang'd all about for prey Plunder'd in towns and robb'd upon the way Hence rak'd he up much wealth in little time To high preferment wickedly did climb And in a fair house whence he did expell His fathers Landlord does the Pagan dwell But as we see a little ball of snow To a great Globe by volutation grow Then quickly to dissolve so may we say That such mens heap'd-up riches will decay In a small tract of time and that they shall Sink in the gulph of sudden Funeral Those vast Sicilian monsters Polypheme And others whom old Poets made their theme What were they but great Robbers that did spoil All those they met with in their fruitful Ile But as the vengeful hand of Heaven ere long Repaid them for their violence and wrong So will all those that are unjustly bent Be taught their duty by just punishment For very pensiveness my heart doth ake And all my bowels with sad horrour quake To thick how frequently with fatal blowes Our Martialists ore-turn'd their fellowes those Of the same side I mean when secret spight Or sudden passion made them bold to smite Yet some were scarcely question'd very few Felt deadly punishment for murder due Justice was seldome set awork among Rude blades the hasty instruments of wrong Methinks some Comet in the troubled air Should now appear with bloudy streaming hair Like to a fiery Scourge t' upbraid thereby Our horrid murders and harsh cruelty And threat with sharper punishments to smite Such Monsters as in mischief most delight O for stout Theseus or strong Hercules That would adventure for immorral praise To pave our Cities with the heads of those That both by fraud and force all right oppose With juggling hands their gainful games do play O' th' very house of prayer make a prey Both Church and Academies dare despoil And on their ruines raise a lofty pile Of wealth and dignity The sons of great Phoebus have small encouragement to beat Their brains in studies or to change their looks T' a pale and wan complexion like their books When almost all rewards except the Bay T' adorn their brows withal are forc'd away And as much honour to Gads hill is done As to Parnassus or fair Helicon When justice does pretend to th' greatest sway She yet acts little in the nobler way Of compensation Sometime she 's severe When men that shew more guilt then gold appear Before her or her busie servants wait Till some great person forfeits his estate She readily will punish such but when Does she propose