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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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like three Commets bearded prodigie Amaz'd the world besides the register Of those Sea-Gods Drake Candish Furbusher That like three Neptunes on the curled maine Danc't with their Tritons in a martiall vaine Who to a Tragick Muse hath left their fame Scorning a Commick seckt to score their name The temple of the bifront God 's not ope As if the earth had vniuersall hope Of a most mild Augustus to sway th' earth In whose great raigne the King of Peace tooke birth Then vanish all your furies to blacke hell Duelloes combates to the loathsome Cell of burning Ambriscadoes crueltie Rape ruine horror and impietie Seconds in combats challenges in wine Giuing the lie and all vilde discipline Of sences desperate distance quarrels common For some damn'd Cockatrice or Strumpet woman And all those rasors that made France to bleed And England sad in peace be well agreed For loe an Oliue Scepter swayes our land Not crusht to powder with an yron hand Which sooner may the Seaes forsake their bound Fire from the concaue lepp and the fixt ground Be tumbled from the center all that 's made Rome from his orderd fashion retrograde Eagles be finn'd and swimme the Oceans deepe Whales mount the ayre Ducks with Dolphins keepe Before this peace fall and vnited-calme Forsake the vertue of his soueraigne Balme Souldiers turne Maunderers and liue to shame By Souldiers base attempts a Souldiers name Riot vpon this happie time of truse With pursing cheating and all base abuse Till millions of these Roarers sise by sise Drop through the hang-mans budget and so dies Before our Oliue-Scepter change his bud And graft it in a scarlet stock of blood Yet I could wish that in this golden time A golden meane were kept that in this clime Where the Hesperides of peace doth dwell Though guarded with a power that doth expell The doubt of ciuill and outragious iarres Men liu'd as if their very liues made warres Against that peace the heauens doth earth assure Vpon condition that no man is secure Nor are our best of blessings but so lent As heau'n may change what men in peace mispent For time may come ah may it neuer come When the loud thunder of our yet mute drumme May raile in martiall marches and their armes May scarre this peacefull Iland with Alarmes Inuasion may rouse horror from his den And Souldiers then thought rather Gods then men That now art barkt at by each dogged Sir Poore fooles your selues may need a Souldier To chace hostilitie and hell-borne spirits Of warre and blood by their triumphant merits From your Percullic'd gates oh then take heed He that scornes Souldiers may a Souldier neede For though all things in peace doe symbolize As with a blessing where all contraries Are leagued with Gordion knots of amitie And liue in one vnited harmonie The rauening Wolfe and the poore sheepe Combin'd by supernaturall blessings silly sleepe Like two faith-plighted friends the fruitfull vine That neere the Colewort is obserued to pine Troubles the God of surfets sparkling iuyce The Oake and Oliue kisse in calmes of truce The Masuue scares not the Hyanaes sight The Mouse the Elephant doth not afright The poysond Henbane whose cold iuice doth kill His meate vnto the Thrush when warres grow still And all things that beares naturall emnitie Conioyne their indiuiduall Simpathie In a most blest coherence of their formes Yet such a time may come when nature stormes And Plants and sencelesse things grow discontent Their factious formes scorning this sweet consent Familiar concord turn'd to qualities Of proud exceptions and hot contraries And mutinous nature all things turnes to hate That in sweete peace did most participate And if that old Phylosophy hould sure That the Soule tracktes the bodies temperature Although all naturall causes we confine To the great Mouers power and will diuine Yet neuer had our temperaments more fire Nor neuer apter to the hot desire Of warres and innouations when our age In Tauerns shew the stabbing signes of rage Neuer more cholericke constitutions knowne So practick in reuenge as now are showne Hot bloods in euery Courtyer boyles to fight No sooner grac't but he dares barke and bite New hot-spurre humors euery day arise In cutting Ruffines borne to pandarize Fierie distempers in our bloods exceed Whch great Hypocrates could neuer reade Each base Mechanick hath a Fencers diuell And faine would fight although the cause be euill Ther 's scarce a Coward borne to the times curse But hauing suckt he roares and kickes his Nurse Man from his Cradle now like Hercules Is borne to strangle not to liue at case When euery Royster his twelue labours slight And hand to hand dares with his Lions fight Or tugge with that three headed dogge of hell Or in a single Mona-machy quell The hundred headed Hydra to conclude By whom we moralize the multitude If then by naturall causes we descrie How our corrupted tempers do applie Themselues to bloody proiects and hot iarres Spurning at peace inflamed still to warres Our blessings ought thus much to know in feares That Mine and Thine may set kings by the eares Which two poore words as they haue set on fire The world with law so to the world inspire A quarrelsome nature that euen France and Spaine By these poore syllables lost thousands slaine And seuen-hill'd-Rome whose victories haue wonne Eu'n time to canonize what she hath donne Onely with these two words so pamperd fame That like a Iennet of a prowd-trust frame It pac'd the ample earth with such large pride As if 't were made not to be rid but ride Peace is not of an indiuidual size Like to a Phoenix from whose ashes rise Another of that kinde that can restore Succession to that peace that went before And it may be the vtmost date she beares Shall be confin'd within these peacefull yeeres Wherein her Iocs merily we sing Neuer was such a time and such a King Or whether the great Genius of these daies Hath left to him the glorie of that praise Sphynx cannot well vnridle or define For it may be in him it may resigne Her vtmost Royalties then why d'we liue Like the fond Megarenses who did giue Such cost vnto their houses as if neuer They thought of changes but to liue for euer Not like the wise Egyptians who still gaue Lesse cost vnto their house more to their graue Since then these changes follow times aspect And peace like to the Moone doth but reflect His beames from others who can then presume That still her quarters hold full Pleni-lune Commit not then such fierce Idolatrie Vnto this Saint more then the Deitie That gaue her those bright vertues though diuine For Angels may fall from their blessed Shrine But now we sound a Parle and Rereate From bloo ie Mars his Planet to the Seate Of the bright day-Starre rise bright Venus rise Whilest Citie wiues prepare thy Sacrifice TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVLL AND VERTVOVS LADIE THE Ladie Anne Randyll
heu quanta patimur cum musarum alumni fulmine hoc attoniti obstupescimus modulamur lepidè viuimus misere non vbera porrigit mater Academia vae nobis apud ecclesiasticos darivacuum apud philosophos nequaquam clamitant vulgi non esse motum generationis sed corruptionis haec communis glossa populi hinc lachrimae nostrae hinc singultus et gemitus virtutis penè sepultae quae adeo squalida et pannosa apparet vt nulla fides fronti Asylum tuum inter haec efflagito tu qui Atheis strenue effulges obstaculum mihi adsis et opusculo propugnaculum quod scripsi tua venerabili et paterna indulgentia nullam patietur apostasiam aut authorem suum abnegabit lurida aetas suauiorem non meretur fabulam aut cantilenam quà m vitiosam illius corruptelam acctoso plectro profligare cetera sileo supplex pro tua in terris vita in coelis corona militans ego non triumphans musophilos finem impono Gratiae tuae et summae pietati deuotissimus Robertus Anton. THE PHILOSOPHERS SECOND Satyr of Saturne ♄ THe next aboue this kingly Planets place Highest of all is Saturn's fullen face Pale and of ashie colour male content A Catelline to mortall temperament That would blow vp the Capitol of man With enuious influence melencholy wan And much resembling a deepe plodding pate Whose sallow iawbones sinke with wasting hate At others streames of fortunes whil'st alone His shallow current dries with lasting moane And if there hate be in a heauenly brest This Plannet with that furie is possest Suspending our propention with bad fate Inspiring Tragick plots of death and hate Torturing our inclinations like a wrack To dismal proiects ominous and black Prodigious thoughts and deepe-fetcht treacheries Beating the skul with sullen phantasies And marke what downe-cast looks we see in Nature This Planet fathers for a fatall creature And each profound plot drawne from sullen earth From Saturn's spirit is inspir'd with birth And yet Philosophers affirmed thus That Saturnists were most ingenious Who long retaine their great Italian-hate Wittie in nothing but things desperate To glut reuenge with studious memorie Of shallow wrongs or some slight iniurie VVhich if this be his wit to study ill Take my wits mad-man leaue me simple still Vnder this dogged starre th' infected moode Of discontented Graduates hatch their broode Flying like swallowes from the winters frost To warme preferment in a forren coast And there vent all their long digested hate In scandalous volumes gainst the King and State Flying from Tarsus to proud Niniuie Recusants both in faith and loyaltie Apostates in religion when they please Brauely to mount the Crosse they crosse the Seaes These from this humerous Planet suck their birth Leauing deepe wounds vpon their mother earth What cause hath mou'd thee thou deep malecontent To change thy faith with the aires Element If Angli are cald Angeli Oh tell Why hath their pride thrown these frō heauen to hel Is it because thou hast sung sweete in all The liberal Arts and now through want doost fall Or doost thou wonder at pluralities Impropriations or absurdities Of a lay Patron that doth still present An asse before a grand proficient Why maruell not at these preposterous crimes That very Heathen men in former times Haue scoft at in excesse of bitter iest And like true prophets thus these times exprest Giue to thy Cooke saith th' one full twenty pound To thy foole ten but to a man profound As thy Physitian ten groates shall suffice Thus thus appeares a Scholers miseries For should blind Homer come to sing his song With Lyrick sweetnesse or the Muses tongue Had he all languages that first began At the confusion to astonish man Yet with a Coachman he durst not contend For wages though Apollo stood his friend For thriue they cannot by the sacred Arts. A Coachman Taylor or the Faulkeners parts Dwell in the breast of greatnesse but indeed Time must haue changes though all vertue bleede Yet I could wish to turne the sullen tide Of their dull Planet to a rectified And more calme motion and a while restraine The turbulent billowes of their sullen vaine VVith temperat moderation to appease In Halcion-smoothenes all those rougher seaes Of passion and sequesterd discontent No aire so sweet as their owne Element As death to fish torne from their naturall place Expires their waterie spirits in like case That man that from his naturall mother flies Buried in strangers earth his dutie dies Yet time may calme that hot-spur'd violence Of fugitiue Saturnists as in naturall sense We see in heauie bodies throwne by force By strong compulsion thwarting natures course Chasing the aire with strong actiuitie Yet towards his end the moouing facultie Chast with precedent motion faints and dies And in consumption to his center hies VVhich is the cause why motions violent Their spirits spent creepe to their Element Which first were made of motion sith at last That vertue dies by which he first was cast As farre from his beginning So time shall change Their violent passions who are borne to range Transported with a furious discontent When all their Romish witchcrafts hath neere spent Their violent motion then with deere-bought paine They moue vnto their sweete-aire once againe Yet trust not to the mercie of the yeeres To reconcile by time that which appeares Times shame in thy originall despaire Once fall'n heauens may but wondrously repaire For though relapses are not cured with ease He 's safe that meetes his first spice of disease Which to preuent leaue of that surgerie That makes your soule a bare Anatomie And cuts the flesh of your more bleeding land With Lions hearts not with a Ladies hand In poysons counterpoysons doe contend Rather liue here poore then at Rome offend Vse learning as a looking-glasse to see What others are in thy infirmitie But not as burning-glasses gainst the Sunne To force a fire to thy ambition But as Archimedes his cunning plies That by reflection burnt whole Argos eies With artificiall glasses so from each hart His Countries good tithes the most punctuall part Of Art and Nature whose diuided ends Shares euerie man to Countrie Kings and Friends The seuen wise Sages of Philosophie Whom golden pages keepe in memorie In spight of Enuy crownd Art with this praise Their countreys wore the Oliue they the Bayes Which showes that Monarchies or Policy Diuided into this triplicity Then on a sollid base did firmly stand When Art was pure restoratiue to their land And prickt no veine of their owne natiue clime But gaue a temperet dyet to the time Vrging no forraine nations to enforce Their naturall tempers crosse to natures course Then learning florisht without Sophistry Or mixture of selfe-pleasing phantasie Reason did checke an high opinion'd minde And Schollers like some wealthy men definde To be but simplex animall that then Like citizens now were held the