noyse Vnto whose song the trumpett soe dus plaie As tweene them both they rauishsence a waie Soe sweet's the musike which doe followe warrs That Cyties daunce and capers to the starrs Satire 73. PRoudus th' art not soe far as I can see In outward shewe what inward thou maist bee Although th' art all in raggs yet I doe finde Vnder those raggs a whole Emperiall minde Fewe big-fast Lordes push of Lordes what doe I prate Fewe Kinges cann looke soe bigg as thou of late In faith but I 'me to bould hadst thou but pelfe Speake great-smale-man what would'st thinke on thy selfe A man a Earthly man noe thoughts would breede Thou wert engendrâ—d of some heaunlie seed I faith but tell mee sometimes dust not gesse That Iupiter vnto thy Mother had accesse I know great-thoughted-man by thy lookes straine That such high thoughts thy braue harte dus maintaineâ— Well still looke great and one daie thou shalt see A greate purse to thy lookes will answer thee Satire 74. DArtus if thou'dst a Courtier learne to be Then take a glasse that booke shall straight teach thee Looke in thy glasse and frowne or skowle or smile And shalt see one doo soe an other while Laugh thou there 's one will laugh shedd thou a teare A teare ther 's oue will shedd I dust thou heare Thy bodie bow gape winke or nodd thy pate Doe what thou wilt ther 's one will imitate To great men if thou wilt a Courtier bee Thou must doe as thy shadowe dus to thee Satire 75. WHyle my apparrâ—ll was not fine but plaine At Assus but this stile could I obtaine God morrowe Sir How doe ye sir to daye But when in my apparrell I grew gaie Why then God morrowe to your Worshipp sir Then 's tongue without a worshipp ne're would stir But looke when my apparrell was not gaie I certaien was noe worshipp t' haue that daye Taylors sure honourable men you bee For you men worshippfull can make I see Satire 76. CVntrey Tailors themselues tooth ' Court betake As th' old saying is but for meere fasshon sake They goe toth ' Courte as manie Courtiers goe Vnto the Church that is to see or soe More matter on 't what neede I make Since vp they goe onely for fashon sake They make the Courte for fashon sâ—ke their Schoolâ— Whereby to fasshon out each Contrey foole Satire 77. WIl t bee a Serving-man thou art not fitt Thy stubborne pate affordes noe reatching witt If thou would'st soe thou must loose learning than That ornament getts smale forth ' Seruing-man But wilt a states-man serue where 's thy braines stretch Fie t will not plott t is naught t will not retch Wilt follow his yong sonn foole awaie Fie Examin how thou art in quallitie Canste hawke hunte or haste the hors-mans skill Canst drabb dice drincke or 's wenching luste fulfill If not awaie awaie will bee thy cheere With this adition What makes this Asse heere Wâ—lt wait on 's daughter ah hah there 's a Lasse How 's thy humor If sadd then th' art an asse Canst neither daunce nor sing foole then awaie Why quallities is all in all I saie If canst not musicke plaie or dandle Pearle Or goe if sent in priuate to an Earle If canst not these doe credit me or trie Thou't be reputed of noe quallitie Awâ—ie thou 't turned be wantst but those partes And held a foole maugre thy librall artes Satire 76. DEâ—cend thou monstrous damn'd-deluding Gold Into thy fathers black infernall hold Pueilas cold-chast thoughtes had been vnthaud Hadst thou not been thou most entising baude Old Fathâ—rs liues in sonns eyes were noe moates Wert not for thee thou temp'st 'em cut their throates Thou true-bred Feynd right make-bare in these yeres T is thou setst Kinges togeather by theire eares Varlat avaunt keepe out my sight th' adst beste Else I 'le en-dungeon thee in strong-bar'd Cheste Satire 80. COme Lord that would-be I 'le condole with thee Cause what thou wouldst be made will neuer be What though thou neuer wast ' foreseiged Towne With thunder-threatniug Gnnns to gunn it downeâ— Or complete arm'd vppon a fitie steed Making on euerie side thy foes to bleede Why though thou ne're didst soe yet Lord that would-bee Honour in my minde appertaines to thee Deserues he honour which entrencheth Townes And he noe honour which entrencheth growndes Me thinkes hee which in fielde St. George dus crie Deserues noe more then If 's waie hee did flie Come Lord that wouldâ—be gett more Cowes sheepe And honour will come on you though you sleepe Satire 81. TAlke you with Poet-Asse sitting in 's seate You 'le heare him ex'lent Epigrames repeate Demaund him whose they bee they runn soe fine He answers straight fruits of this braine of myne Yet let a well-read Poet heare the vaine Hee'lle finde they came out of a Bastardes braine Dust heare me Poet-asse I 'le prophysee That when th' art mari'd thou 't a Cockould bee Thou fath'rest now things got by other men What wilt thou doe when thou art mari'd then I pry thee good Iack-Dawe giue each bâ—rd's owne That for a plaine Iack Dawe thou maist be knowâ—â— Satire 82. BEare hence my Septer and my massie Crowne I cannot beare them but they 'le beare me downe Sadd cares and feares attendeth on them soe As I their burthens cannot vndergoe Bring me my Hooke my Scripp my Flock of sheepe I long againe that quiet Realme to keepe Satire 83. THe Printer saies good bookes doe baddly sell Then myne cause badd I 'em sure must needs take well but howsoeuer good or badd they bee To take-well Lawyers let em learne of yee Praie teach em it that parte y' are perfectst in Teach em take well for God sake learne em synn Satire 84. IF Vennym'd-mouth'd-fell-bitten Zoylus stirr Then Whelpe be firce vppon that snarling Curr Let him noe sooner grinn but on him flie And thou shalt see his waie awaie hee 'le hie With 's taile ' tweene's leggs awaie hee 'le scudd gadd Onely hee 'le barke howle as he were madd Satire 85. GOe churlish whelpe awaie goe thou and sleepe And till I call againe thy kennell keepe Thou barkest loud too loude thou barkest Whelpe I must haue whippetts now that doe but yelpe I hunt noe beastes I 'ue altred now my wont My pleasiur's now the Vermin chace to hunt Be gone yong Curr yet if fowle swyne doe rout I 'le whissle then and then againe come out AN APPOLOGIE AN Idle humor has possest my penn To writ invectiue 'gainst ill humor'd men It is not over one it 's generall That I haue sprinck'led this my bitter gaule My gen'rall meaning 's gen'rally to those Whose humors these badd humors doe disclose Therefore I me sure the wise what ere they thinke If they theire faultes doe see they 'le see winke By others how they 're ta'en or what they saye I 'le take noe care let them themselues bewraye If anye saies but IUIS ATYRYZE Asking
here be simples compound them if you please First gett a pound of Witt of Couradge twice as much These are excelent simples I knowe not any such Then take of Place and Tune of each two handfull more Seeke out for Oportunytie in gardens there be store Of that one handfull take which done these simples pound And thou shalt see thy burning heate they will confound But harke thee Watt If these receipts doe add noe hope Then doe as olde Diogines bidds that's take a roape Satire 34. LAcritus thy hart 's straite fraught with Iealousie If on thy wife a man but glaunce his eie Thou Fermidus if one but kisse thy dame Ath ' back of hir thy wand is straight forth same Fie fie howe bitter would be eithers life If you should take as Wittus tooke his wife You 'd hardly laugh and smile vppon the man And aske has not he over-heat thee Nan Consider Wiues can doe noe better deede Then helpe their husbandes frendes at pussh of neede Satire 35. LAminus often times t' hast asked mee Why Lambas hanged was praie answer'd bee His neck was short and had thy head a reatch thou 'dst soone conceiue he hang'd but 's necke to streach Why foole was thyne as hissen was too shorte Noe trick to lengthen it but hanging for 't Satire 36. QVestion Don Lingus but of forraine states And you shall see how formally hee prates Straite heel 'e vp tell how he hath seene That stout famouse Amazonian Queene Vowing it is the onely worthi'st sight To see the order of th' Amazons fight Then forewardes still hee 'le talke of Prester Iohn Commending him for a most worthy man Protesting that soe soone hee came on Land Hee had that gallant warriour by the hand Pussh pussh quoth hee this barren Europa Is nothing like to Aethiopia And then he shakes his head sighing most deepe Oh! quoth hee why did not I my selfe there keepe Which done his Audience straight'ginnes to applaud him And though an Asse yet like a God they laude him Yet question him but out ath ' English stile You 'le finde the Goose ne're crost has Natiue I le Satire 37. PRince Pluto king ath ' stincking stigian Lake Finding himself not well his will would make In which this wealthy all-worthy man In that his Will to this effect begann Quoth he Imprimis here I doe decree That Pride my first-borne sonne a Courtier bee Enjoyning Enuie and Ambition still As yonger brothers should t' attende his will But as for Sloath and Avarice quoth hee Those will I haue in learning brought-vp bee Where Gluttonie my yongest sonn of all Shall waite one them attentive at their call But now my daughter Luste then shakes his head Oh! hir I 'de faine see place't ere I were dead Hir hir quoth hee if I could but bestowe Then I 'de not care how soone I went below Courtiers are bad Towns-men are often naught And Contrey-men quoth he are most vntaught Therefore on these shee 's plainly cast awaye Oh! my deare Luste quoth he what shall I saie Why faith quoth he 'fore shalt be quite vndone I 'le see thee made my selfe an honest Nunn Soe putting hir 'mongst holly Nunnes to dwell His body dies and 's soule departs to hell Satire 38. I Tell thee Tom thou art too plaine a Ladd I too too grosse a hom-bredd Contrey Swadd I tell thee man thy witt that witt of thyne Is muddie thick 't is nothing nimbly-fine With whomsoeuer thou dost chaunce to walke All 's one to thee of corne or land 's thy talke Or of the Cows else of thy flock of sheepe With such like stuffe a tedious coyle thou 't keepe Awaie plaine foole think'st Souldiers doe delight In such discourse thou art deceiued quite Or think'st it pleasing to a schollers taste If thou think'st soe a wrong conceipt thou hast And if thou thinkst a Courtier it will please Perswade thy selfe to him 't is much disease Dust ' heare me Tom I tell thee th' art too Plaine Why man a nimble Witt fitts euerie vaine Tooth'Souldier I 'de be vp with barracados Raising counter-mures breaking Pallazados Tooth ' Scholler I 'de vse naught but Rethorick I de vp with Sophistrie or ellse with Logick As for the Courtier pussh I 'de mak's mouth watter I would on 's Mistresse talke with him I 'de flatter Of Courtshipp wholly all my talke should savour As tell him how he might attaine t'ir favour Thus Thomas all their humors I would fitt But what talke I to one which wanteth Witt. Satire 39. RElcus thy hart 's an Inn wherein men say Lies witt that most right-worthy guest alwaie But honestie were vs'd to lodge with Witt Canst ' tell me Relcus why he doth not it One Inn one boord one bedd did once containe Those famouse Radiant bright-shining twaine But now Oh now much I muse wonder What cause they haue to put them selues assunder It 's rare to see them two together walke But farre more rare it is to see them talke Faith Relcus do a charitable deede Releiue poore Honestie in time on 's neede And Witt and hee together revnite Bith'deede much maiest thou merrit by this light Relodg them Relcus bigg enough's thy harte And in 't thou 't shewe a wise and charitable parte Satire 40. BVlus to haue his Taff'tie Ierkin seene Hath learnt a trick ath ' Butchers Arte I weene For as the Butcher having open cutt His bullocks paunch dus side from side straight putt His reason why each side hee setts a parte Is cause men should see th'fatt about the harteâ— Ev'n just as these beast-slaying butchers doth So right this gallant ali Asse butcher doth For on each side on 's cloake each hand he laies By which fine sleight he beares it back alwaies So by that meanes maugre his mantles spight His sattin sleeues and Ierkin shall haue light i th' butchers Arte he has learn't more then halfe And can you see dresse sett forth a Calfe Satire 41. A Right good-fellow by his purse is knowen For sildom it will hould a doit on 's owne This Pratus I doe know and more I tâ—owe I haue one rule an honest man to knowe For when I heare men let their judgements loose Of any whom they tearme for some plaine goose True honestie I thinke in him there lies For plaines Iudg'd is fool'rie by th ' vnwise But Pratus now one rule more would I know And that same trick I 'me wisht to get from you That 's onely this Sir how to know a knaue That kindenes at your handes praie let me haue Satire 42. WHen Souldus thinkes ath ' Time how him it failes He then alas poore-man at Mars straight railes Milke-sopp quoth he from Venus come advaunce And in hir steede come lead vs men a daunce Art'not asham'd to be soe weake i th' joynt As to be held by hir by th' Cod-peice-poynt Come come let Canâ—ons to our Meales saie grace Lett bulletts sing to vs
be With ev'rie beast of 's kinde his Eye doth see Soe likewise Lustus doth but Lord t is strange That man should out of reasons boundes soe raunge The Horse is yong and full of strength his vaines A beaste hee has noe reason to guide's raines But hee 's a man hee should be soe at leaste And rul'd with reason deff'rent from a beaste An aged man a man gray-hair'd olde Whose withered-shrinkimg Vaines must needes be colde Whose partched bodie 's from all moisture drie Yet sildom times he sees a Wench passe by But hee with badd intent goe to hir must To quench what should hee quench a diuelsh Lust. Oh beastelie man the beastli'st beast wee finde If quencht in Corpes ne're thirsteth in his minde Satire 53. KAmatus being sicke through too much drincke That hee should die the holie man did thinke And being more then halfe resolu'd to die This Epitaph he fram'd as hee did lie KAmatus once a Pearle in each girles Eie Now mortiefi'd here dus that worthie Lie Of louing Parents first I tooke my name But now to Children I will leaue the same Of sâ—ymie Earth this flesh first tooke his frame It now retornes to Earth from whence it came As for my soule Oh she in great delight In post to Heauen with Ioye shee makes hir flight This framed once then downe againe hee lies And turnes about makeing as though he dies With 's Eyes close shutt a while he faste dus winke When op'ning them cries whores fill me more drinke Satire 54. YOu Cryttiekes which inuectiuely do write To you whose pennes soe bitterly doe bite To yon I speake of you I aske but why You how rely doe great Lordings soe belie You prate how Lordes vn-mann'd are in this age You saie't is well if they haue but a page Come prating Parretts let your tatlings cease And let but this susfice to make you peace Doe not they Woemen keepe which eu'rie yeare More costly are then e're old blew-coates were For euery man their Graundsires kept before These keepe three woemen for 't or rather more Contrariewise 't was neuer seene i th' Land As now they are the woemen halfe soe man'd Recount but these you lauish writers large And you shall finde they are at treble charge Satire 55. THere is noe Land vppon Earthes Center knowen Like th' English soyle soe wond'tous wealthy growne That Ieuwell which all Nations holdes soe deare Wee treade in durt not caring for it here Why what 's Plaine dealing some this Iemâ—n dus hâ—ld A Ieuwell farr in prise surpassing gold But wee it seemes o'rcloyd with it of late Hold and esteeme it at a straunge lowe rate Soe lowe a rate that 't is fetcht from 's soe fast As much I feare all wilâ—e fetcht at at laste Satire 56. VErbositus at wordes from Latine caru'd Dus snatch as if his wittes were hunger-staru'd And well hee dus for faith soe leane 't is growne That from Annotomie 't is hardly knowne It is soe weake as truelie I protest Fine phrase retoricall't will not disgest Harke Would by-wise by good wordes all appli'd The Asse to be a foole by 's owne tongue 's tri'd Then if th' art wise thy tongue hath thee beli'd Satire 57. A Waie with him quoth gold-daub'd Thamaccus His speechles silence shewes he is an Asse A Dunce you see that knowes not how to looke Some braine-beater or porrer on a booke Tell him ath ' mounting Faulcons braue made flight Or what mouth'd hound makes huntsmen best delight Discourse to him of which Dogg made a faulte How Thunder spent or what made Tyndall hault Awaie awaie awaie with senceles blockes Farr better 't is to tell it vnto stockes Thus sh'wes Sir Gold-cold-witted Asse his skill And floutes the Poore-ritch-minded scholler still Satire 58. BEfore I marrie'd was to my fayre wife Oh Lord how solitarie was my life But nowe to be pertaker of my sporte Gallants to my house as to a Courte resorte One cause he would acquinte himselfe with mee Takes his occasion my fine Nagg to see Another comes to heare my Kennells crie The thirde perhapps to see my Fawlcon flye Oh! who would not gett apreettie wenche too 's wife That hates to leade a sollitarie life Satire 59. PVsa is gott with childe Sam doe not flatter But speake had'st not a finger in the matter It was Ill hand'led Samwell for in truth The wench saies none but Samwell is the youth Pox on 't Sam Cradles forth ' childe to sleepe With Candles Soape Wasshing will grow deepe Besides all this but this is to thy grace In white-sheet thou must waite a Sermons space Faith Sam what luck had'st thou soe well to speede As to be graced for thy Maisters deede Satire 60. WHen Dick for want of druncken mates growes sicke Then with himself to worke goes faithfull Dick. The butt'rie dore t'ymselfe he shutteth close That done then goes the pott straight waies to 's nose A health quoth noble Dick each Hogshead than Must seeming pledge this honest faithfull man But straight from kindnes Dick to humors growes And then too th' barrels he his valour showes Throwing about the cupps the potts glasses And railes ath ' Tunns calling them druncken Asses From this to kindnes hee dus come and then A freshe a drinking Richard fales agen Ne're ceasing this same faithfull coyle to keepe Tâ—ll vnder th' Hogshead he falls fast a sleepe Satire 61. AS Boastus all alone in 's Hall did walke Thus to himfelfe did Boastus brauely talke Oh! that old Troye quoth he had bene vnsack't I would I trowe haue made the Gretians pactr And this right arme the Troians would haue founde Should soone haue beat the Gretians from theire ground And then his sworde about his heade he flasheth Ah hah quoth he then the postes he slasheth Then straight he wisheth for great Charlemayne Or for that neuer conqer'd Tamberlayne Oh! Earth disgorge thy selfe of Allexander I long to fight quoth he with that Commaunder Good Grandam let them but appeare in sight That they may once but taste of this armes might And then againe too 's flashing worke he goes Wishing that all those postes were deadâ—y foes Would here were Roman Ceasar Romes great King Ifaith quoth he I 'de make his Cox-combe sing And then he foines strikes without all staie Stooles Chaires Formes bordes or what else is in 's waie Still executing's wrath vppon those men Till's angrie wife came in and rescu'd them For in shee came and in her hand a Ladle With which shee swing'd him well about the nodle And why alas he rockt not well the cradle Satire 62. MEtamorphiz'd Mick where 's thy Target man What chaung'd into a lisping Ladies fann Is dubb a dubb Bellonas warlike noates Chaung'd to fa la la streind through shrill Evnukes throates Art turn'd from grimm-face't Mars his valiaunce To smiling Venus hir tempting daliaunce Me thinkes those leggs oft harnest with bright steele To twind with Nimphes weake limmes no
sweet should feele Hast learn'd to skipp smyle kisse looke demure i th' steede of charge or raise a counter mure For shame rechaunge thou maiden-chaunged Mick Come vse thy pyke tha 'st vs'd too long thy Satire 63. VVHy how now drowsie Dick what halfe a sleepe Come madd-capp followe me I will sleepe Thy muddye braines in sparkling Charnico Come rise damb'd Rogue slydd skabb it shall be soe Why how now Asse what ayel'st t'ou foole to whyne What crying s'harte this is ex'lent fine Thou pul'st snul'st a great peece matter why Forsooth by cause thou told'st thy Dadd a lie Why horson foole was 't not done in thy drinke Slidd thou 't prooue an Idyeot sure I thinke Did'st euer see mee in this pulling passe Yet I haue call'd e're now my Father Asse My wife yong Witch my Mother worne-out Punck Well what a this they 'd saie but I was drunck Come faithfull Dick let 's drincke thou must not crye Thou't ne're make Theefe that pul'st soe at a lie Satire 64. I Tell thee Iack amidst thy cupps of wyne Thou art not braue thy tongue 's not nimble fine Sullen thou sitt'st as seeming discontent At thy assotiats Iouall merriment Bee Iouall Ladd stirr-vp thy tongue to walke A man in 's cupps is priueleg'd to talke Why leaden-harted-man why hadst thou birth But to consume thy time in sprightfull mirth Soe thy tongue flippant be care not man Let it prate noe matter what 't is an Let thy comparissons mount vp tooth ' skye Saie what are Kinges but men and soe am I Th' art not true brâ—dd thou dreamest of thy ende Come Rouse-vp Ladd what old-Dadds get wee 'l spend Satire 65. I Graunt thee Allexander thon wast great And that this crauin world thou once did'st beat Naie more I doe beleeue thinke 't is true That part ath ' warlike Gods thou did'st subdue Yet what a this I meane not blaze thy name But with a brighter light to daske the same The cause why thou great Ioues high Throne hast kist I pry thee tell whereon it doth consiste Thou't saie on Conquestes which with bloud thou got'st And that by these all others Fame thou blott'st Come come thy greatest great is meerely small To blowne fac't Blundulus of stature tall Hast thou a legg more bigg then anie Oake Or thigh whose bone will bide a Canon stroake Hast thou a paunch wherein may Armies hâ—dd As in the Gretian Horse long since there did Come to be short vnlesse thou hast all this Blundulus is great and thou but small I wis Satire 66. THings which of Death doe put great men in minde Are alwaies not the welcom'st things wee finde Since soe why doe wee muse they soe reject All Serving men and of them not respect Oh blame them not for faith la doe ye heare To see Death what is hee that would not feare And what is hee that Serving-men should see To gape as waite but Iudge would that was hee For Iuste as Death waites onely to deuoure E'ne soe doe they and haue the selfe same power To keepe em then I praye great men excuse For so to thinke one Death they could not chuse Satire 67. GIue waie Orlando Furious man I saie For furiousnes to Spendus giue thou waie T is true Inraged-man that at one stroake E're now thou hast made fall the sturdi'st Oake But what is one Oakes fall Spendus at one blowe Whole woodds ath ' biggest Oakes dus ouerthrowe Orlando th' art compos'd of Earth and Aeire And of the Cristall running-water faire But Spendus worthy Spendus I presume Is all of fire for hee dus all consume Satire 68. I Will raile at thee Nature for I finde My bodie 's smal and answers not my minde How happs tha 'st made me of a Dwarfish stature Fie fie I tell thee tha' rt too blame Dame Nature Why Woman-God too much th' ast wronged mee For by my minde a Gyant I should bee T is great I wondrous great then how comes it That too 't my body thou soe I 'll did'st fitt Goe corrupt Dame I tell thee I doe finde I should haue bene a Souldier by my minde I 'em proud stout though I 'em nothing couetous Yet Souldier-like I am ambitious What 's in a Souldiers minde 's in mine then why To my great minde soe smale a man am I Satire 69. GO Ridus teach Tellatus some true skill To make his Beaste while he gets vp stand still Hee dares not mount Ridus how shall he doe And when hee 'd mount then startes she to and fro Faith helpe him Ridus hee must haue hir man'd Hee loues the Beaste that 's broken to his hand About it man thou hast the onely'st name To make by riding wilde things truely tame Satire 70. KNowe you not him with Peacock-spreading-plumes That great-bigg-mountaine-looker which soe fumes Hee whose Rock-rending-looke grimm Mars would make As frozen-synew'd with could feare to quake And make the troubled Ensignes of pale feare At sight of it in his base cheekes appeare Moste straunge knowe you not him oh mudds foule slime Why hee 's the thunder threatner of our tyme Whyt's razer-witted Clitus that same Ladd Which Godds erâ—e now to speake-to has been gladd It 's hee whose Hobby-mounting thoughts soe sor'd That lesse then Ioue none thought he 'd be ador'd Knowe you not him why faith 't is wondrous straunge Yet 't is not cause ath ' Man-Gods nowe great chaunge Satire 71. HOb-carting Tom and 's Father's gone to plowe Leauing old Madge at home to feed the Sow Ka Tom too 's Father Vather earste tou mee Iâ— my boy Tom wat zest zay on ka hee Maz Vather-la wud God eech had a wife Ma thinkes eech wudd ha wone rare than my life Oh boy ka hee tis naught 't will spoyle thy groath Twull mare thee Tom twull make thee vull a zloath Naiâ— hold tere Vather wudd tou wud'st not lie But whare twull or no la ka Tom Iâ—le trie Eeâ—h wott well Vathâ—r eech forgoe my zleepe While you lie snoring eech oft crie weepe While you lie gruntling like a drousie hogg Eech madditate watt eech should send my Iugg Zest Vather wat tou wult doe all tho 't doe Yet eech shall trie my beste a wife to woe Wilt Tom ka hee but I 'de not ha thee yet Vurst ha thy Lond in harte then th' art fitt Lond in harte that 's vyne ka Tom Lond in varte I 'le ha a wiue else Dule himselfe zelue goo't carte Well Tom ka's Vather make noe more a doe And eech my zelfe will helpe thee one to woe Gramercie Vather zest wel like a mon Doe as thou zest and eech wull loue thee thon Satire 72. WHo would not follow Warrs that has his witt Which allwaies has such musicke followes it The priuat'st Souldiour lying in his neast By warbling lullabies is brought too 's rest Not by your wanton-wench-like Evnukes voyce But by a heau'nlike thundring Cannons
to putt mee in this heate A handkercher fie how my face dus sweat Well well Ifaith did not I loue you well Of this your wagg'rie to your shame I 'de tell Lord my ruff sett it with thy finger Iohn Harke harke pies on hir how shee rapps for Nan. Fare-well I 'le tell hir sh 'as a waggish man Satire 30 I Could allowe your suite but doe you herâ— My creditt Sir my reputation 's deare What greater blott could to my Credit bee Then yeilde my loue to such a one as yee Againe you knowe your maister growes of late To haue a mar'les suspitious Ieolous pate H'immagins what has past and Iohn you knowe Wee haue too open been t was longe of you Lett 's charie bee my deeds shall then approue That like to thee none shall attaine my loue Satire 31. PRouda your Father on his death-bedd lies T is tenn to one within this howre hee dies For God-sake Prouda while as hee doth liue Goe vnto him his greate faulte forgiue Hee dus desire the same hee praâ—es that hee E're die to you may reconciled bee For God-sake Prouda let his latest breath Make you a mendes hee 'le seale the same with Death Were I a maide my Father should be bould To saie saie againe that I were old Alas your father takes it on his death Hee ment noe harme with vtt'ring of that breath Hee vowes hee little thought to woman-kinde That saying would haue troubled so their minde Good yong Prouda now shewe your selfe t' aue witt And but vnto his death hate him for it Satire 32. WIdowes your Push nor Praie Sir stand awaie Noe nor your fie for shame forbeare I praie Can make a souldier cease his enterprise I tell you widowes souldiers are too wise They know that breaches into Towres are made To enter them whereby the Towre t'inâ—ade They knowe that asking shall I enter in â— Is not the waie a Towre or Forte to winn Their discipline is such they vse smale speech But with true courage falls-vpp intoh ' breach Where maugre Daungers worste they 'le make th' adventure And as true spirits should brauely enter They will not with beseechings pray them yeild For falls they 'le take but they will winn the field Satire 33. VVHy Matrita what will it praie boote mee To blabb or tell a â—atling tale of thee Should I gaine ought to saie thou louest Iohn That smooth-chin'd youth thy fathers serving-man Not for a thousand Millions I 'le report That nightly to his bedd thou dust resort Why I could tell what trickes hee putts on thee But they shall neuer be reueal'd for mee The gettings will but little fill my purse To tell of thy two children sent to nurse Or tell howe closely eâ—'rie thing was wrought As how the mid-wife blind-folded was brought Ifaith but Idle I my selfe should showe If I should make the world these secretts knowe Come wench none shall know 't bee noe whit dismaiede Some Londonier will take thee for a maide Satire 34. DEepe desp'rat daunger in this Satire lies Cause desp'rat folkes it dus annotomize It tells what manner chatt when woemen meere They each the other commonly doe greete Kate bidds hir Gossipp sitt which once downe sett Then fall they vnto that for which they mett That is to prate as they occasion take As each occasion for their purpose make Occasion good kinde Kate has full enough To praise hir gossipps fashonable ruffe Hir gossipp sitts not mumm but shâ—e agen Lookes on Kates gowne and much coÌ„mends it then Or on hir hatt orelse vpon hir tyre Commending for the fasshon hir high wyre Protesting if hir husband were noe clowne Shee would e're long haue such a fashon'd gowne Hee has enough quoth shee and then shee weepes But mee Ifaith the hogg at hard-meat keepes At which hir gossipp Kate comforts hir then And tells hir there 's noe best amongst these men T is thought that I quoth shee lead a good life But Gossipp gossipp since I were his wife God knowes it gossipp speake to you I maie I haue endur'd manie a stormie daie And then dus too-kinde Kate a crying fall At ende of which shee curseth man-kinde all Yet faith quoth shee why should wee freâ—t at man They 'le all be naught lett vs doâ— what wee cann I quoth hir gossipp they bee crabby elues But let ts be wise make much of our seluâ—s And then the Custardes fetcht to cheare the harte At eating which they 'le laugh vntill they Satire 35. MY ruf-rude penn would women fayne befrend Conld it but finde one worthie to commend It findes but one my Mistres is that one Else had this barren world afforded none Yet ne're-seene-shee howe shall I sett hir forth Containes in hir a treble world of worth Satire 36. AMbitious girle why altred I my state Howe sowre's my life to what it was of late While I in Cottadge did my selfe containe Poore simple I knewe nothinge that was vaine Then might I gam som bee with modestie Yet vnsuspected rest from Ieolosie The Milk-maydes life oh happ'ire t' is I weene Then is the life to be an Emprours Queene Satire 37. BEcause madd Girles I knowe what you loue best Out of my loue you see I 'ue gott you prest If there bâ— faultes escap't I doe not feare I knowe with presse-scapt-faultes you vse to beare I loue you Girles then howe could I doe lesse Then putt you sinâ— I loue you intooth presse Satire 38. BY Putting other women intooth presse A kind of loue to them I did expresse Because that most of them are pleased best When by theire loues they most of al are prest But thou my loue my hart is knowne to thee By none but by my selfe shalt pressed be All workes I write on thee If there 's noe let I will my selfe those workes both print and set Sweet wench soe styf my loue shall stand to thee As I will sett prynt presse and write on thee Satire 39. WOmen you terme me Idle I confess My Idle workes doth shewe I am noe less But nowe my Idle worke I will laie by To praie you better occupyd ' then I Ill occupid ' I am and cause t' is ill Otherwise as you bee occupyd ' I will Satire 40. YOu little Dogges my farr-fetcht merchaundize My sweetest foystes my thinges of highest prize Harke to the chardge I shall impose on you Not onelie harke but see the same you doo Such as shall vse you well Doggs vnto such Be fawninge on of them still make you much If anie rates or kickes at you then harke At them turne you agen and grynn and bark But see that you with bytinge none assayle Exceptinge those whoo 'd haue you lick the tayle Thâ—sâ—â—nelie byte I that place byte a good Dâ—â— soe your fanges as yf they were all blood Satire 41. CEase whippets nowe noe more a barkinge keepe Be quiet Dogges the Ladies will goe sleepe Commit them to theire rest and doe yee hatke If pryvate freinds come to them doe not bark Avaâ—t you Currs commit them to theire ease And scudd yon back to your Antipedes FINIS * I meane â—oe â—urse