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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A38641	An essay upon satyr, or, A poem on the times under the names of the golden age, the silver age, the brazen age, and the iron age : to which is added, A satyr against Separatists.	Buckingham, John Sheffield, Duke of, 1648-1720 or 21.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1680 (1680)	Wing E3299; ESTC R13552	32,624	92

None know the good of Peace but such as are Broil'd in the Furnace of Intestine War CHAP. VIII NOw having us'd the Effeminate war of words Which did enlarge the jars at length the Swords Apparelling themselves in robes of Blood Sate Doctors of the Chair which never stood To hear the Cause but quickly does decide All that comes near and without skill divide All individuums 'T is a fearful Case When undiscerning Swords have Umpires place That have two-edg'd to wound but have no eye To sever Justice from Iniquity When Rage and Ignorance shall moderate That understand no Syllogisms but straight Turning all method into curst confusion Majors to Minors bring both to Conclusion And now the great Reformists only care Is how to help those miseries which were Of their own rearing Faction like a Snake Stings those from whom it did a quick'ning take First all the Kingdom to a need they draw Then make that need they 've brought their only Law This Mint of Laws stands not on observation Of Statutes fixt the Birth-right of our Nation It 's turn'd a Warlike Council and no more A legal Senate as it was before Now Salus Populi begins to be The general Warrant to all Villanie Of which themselves are Judges Lawless Need The conqu'ring Rebel to all Laws does plead A priviledge what e're they say or do New need still makes them act contrary to When any injur'd Subjects did complain These two Laws paramount could all maintain Religion too and Fundamental Laws Are both o're-ruled by a Law call'd Cause CHAP. IX OUr Quarrel is a working jealousie Fixt in a sever'd Kingdom both sides be So diffident of each they 'll rather die Than trust each other such Antipathie Springs from this ground Subjects dare spill the Blood Of their Anointed Soveraign for his good Th' ungrateful Son forgetting Nature's Laws Dares kill his Father for the good of 's Cause Fathers their Sons and Brothers Kinsmen Friends Do seek their Brothers Friends and Kinsmens ends Arms that long useless lay for want of War Are now call'd forth more summoned from far English to English are become a terrour One wicked action is a second 's mirrour Each strives in mischief to transcend another And every Christian is a Turk to 's Brother Blows seldom fall upon a barren ground But bear Centuple crops they still rebound Rage begets Rage men do in Vice climbe higher And all bring fuel to encrease the fire Conscience rejected men their forces bend Which shall the rest in hight of sin transcend Now Faith and Loyalty grow out of date And Treason is the Gole that 's aimed at The sacred League 'twixt Body and the Soul Which Laws preserv'd inviolate and whole Is daily broke and that sweet Bridegroom forc'd From his beloved Spouse to be divorc'd Each man is drunk with Gallus and grows mad Nor can there Hellebore enough be had To re-instate our Reason in its Throne Nor have we sense enough to feel we 've none Th'Age was so vile the Iron Age of old Compar'd with ours may be an Age of Gold We in the times of Peace like th' Ocean were Impenetrable till Divisions tare Us from our selves and did divide us quite As the Red Sea was by the Israelite And we like Walls facing each other stand To guard our selves while they devour our Land We are like those that vainly go to Law And spend their Corn while they defend the Straw We sue for Titles Castles in the Air Egg'd on on both sides by the Martial Lawyer Who saies the Cause is good but what 's the fruit We spend the substance to maintain the Suit At last we purchase at so dear a rate A larger Title of an empty State But oh the general Law-case of our Nation Doth know no Term nor yet our woes Vacation CHAP. X. NAy we can't soon enough our selves undo But we call others in to help us too They bring their pocky Whores and do desire To drive us from our Land by Sword and Fire These serve as Umpires not to work our Peace But that their Wealth may with our Wars encrease For Forrain aids and Contributions are Not to conclude but to prolong the War All for their own advantage not t' expire But fewel-like t' encrease the fatal fire We like the Steel and Flint do fall by the ears And each by mutual blows his fellow wears Mean while the Souldier like a wily Fox Purses the golden sparkles which our knocks Strike forth so we must all expect no less Than certain Ruine or a sudden Peace These Journey-Souldiers will expect a pay Nor can fair promises their stomacks stay Plunder but blows the flame they will so far Ingage themselves in our unnat'ral War That when they end it it shall be so well They 'll take the Fish and give both sides a Shell They Phoenix-like will from our ashes rise And 't is our ruine only satisfies Their bloody mindes and we may justly fear They will have all not be content to share CHAP. XI HOw direful are th' effects of Civil War No Countries Cities Corporations are Nor Families but their division 's so That their own selves will their own selves undo One's for the King and t'other for the States And the poor Souldiers like the Andabates Fight blindfold shoot are shot are wounded die Only because they do not knowing why Yet those whom Rage had hurri'd on to slay Each other in the Exodus o'th'day Breathe with their souls their anger out and lie Kissing or hug each other when they die And though in life they had such enmitie Meet in one death and there they both agree Two Armies now against themselves do fight For th'publick good so equal both in might That between both the Kingdom 's like to fail And both to fall but neither to prevail Yet both in disagreeing do consent To be the Realms continual punishment While some like Camels take delight to swill Their souls i'th'troubled waters of our ill That are on foot i'th'Kingdom and do rise When that does fall and on our miseries Do float like Arks the more the Waves aspire The more they dance and are exalted higher That Leech-like live by Blood but let such know Though they live merry at the Kingdoms woe 'T is a sad Obit when their Obsequies Are tun'd with Widows and with Orphans cries Wo be to those that did so far engage This wretched Kingdom in this deadly rage That both sides being Twins of Church and State Should slay each other in their fatal hate This Mountain-sin will clog their guilty souls Whose pois'nous breath hath kindled all these coals And when their Souls do from their Bodies flie If they have burial which they so defie And 't is more fit their Carkas meat should be To beasts whom they transcend in crueltie Posterity upon their Tombs shall write Better these men had never seen the light 'T is just that all Achitophels of State That have his policie should