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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

have his Fate CHAP. XII THe Sun four times and more his course hath run Since we began to strive to be undon Since millions heap'd on millions do concur T' encrease the sinews of this too-strong War The glutted ground hath been parboil'd in Blood Of equal slaughters Victory hath stood Indifferent Arbiter to either side As if that Heav'n by that had signifi'd Both were in fault and did deserve to be Both overthrown not Crown'd with Victory While Saw-pit Warrious blinde the peoples eyes On both sides with mock-victories and lies And tell us of great Conquests but they be Total defeats giv'n by Synechdoche When one side is the master of the field T'other striv'd to recruit but not to yield And which soever won was sure to lose The Conquests being the Conq'ror's overthrows Skirmishes every day where Souldiers get Salmatian spoils with neither blood nor sweat To overcome by turns both sides agree Horses are taken but the men go free Towns have been lost and won and lost and won Whole Countries plunder'd thousands been undone All to no purpose Wars still keep their course And we instead of better grow far worse War does the nature o' th' Abeston hold Which being once made hot grows never cold We have a Lease of lives on 't our heirs be Intitled to our Plagues as well as we By lineal succession Peace is quite Ejected from possession of her right Passion 's like heavy bodies down a Hill Once set in motion do run downward still The Quarrel 's still inflamed Jealousies And Fears increase Malice doth higher rise Want comes upon us arm'd Humanity Dissolves to savageness Friendship doth lie Trod under foot neither oan Natures force Or Consanguinity beget remorse Or un-inrage mens fury now the Sword Is Lord Chief-Justice and will not afford Law the copartnership for none must be Primate or Metropolitan but he Laws are but ligaments of Peace which are Broken like threds by all in time of War CHAP. XIII PLundring that first was licens'd by that Cause That turns ev'n Lawlessness it self to Laws Spur'd on by Need and sweetned by the gain Grows Epidemical and spreads amain It slights the difference of friends and foes And like an uncurb'd Torrent overflows That which before was Felony 's the same Only new Christen'd with a German-Name This violent killing men which was ere while Condemn'd for Murther now they Valour stile Opposing of a Parliament they bring Now to be due Allegiance to the King And who the King's Prerogative do hate Are now call'd faithful servants to the State The King a syllable that us'd to be Sacred a name that wore Divinitie Is banded on the tongue of ev'ry Slave And most by those to whom he quickning gave The Cobler's Crow hath now forgot to sing His 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 but cries Kill the King He on whose Health Wealth Safety do depend Our Health Wealth Safety and with whose they end He whom the everlasting Potter chose A Vessel for himself is by his foes Scandal'd despis'd those Phaetons of Pride Would pull him down that they might up and ride Our Wealth the excrement of all our toil For which in days of Peace we did so moyl And care to rake together 's quickly gone Like a scrap'd Portion on a scattering son Gold which we made our God and did adore Is but a Cause to make our plagues the more The Worldling's Mammon which he did suppose Made him not love his Friends nor fear his Foes Is now his snare nay 't is become a sin Now to have Wealth where heretofore hath been Our only vertue We call those good men That swell'd with Goods not Goodness now 't is grown Our onely innocence if we have none The idle Souldier doth devour the store That painful men have labour'd for before Unstock the grounds and clean deface the fields Th' untutor'd ground scarce any Harvest yields The Grass for want of Cattel dries away And without labour turns it self to Hay Corn while it grows is eat or trodden down Or if it happen to be reapt or mown Right owners do but toyl the more about it To bring 't to them themselves must go without it They work fare lie hard all to maintain Knaves So that at best they are but Troopers slaves And now in them is Adam's Curse made good They with much labour get a little food Some men will toyl no more to till the ground Because no profit of it does redound Unto themseves or which is worse for want Of Horse or Hindes those that would do it can't CHAP. XIV ALL which do usher in a Famine that Comes seldom unattended Graves grow fat When Captain Lack comes with his hungry Troop Of fell diseases and takes people up To victual Death a Garrison then all That scape the Sword must by the Famine fall We to our grief shall sinde that Axoime true Who die without the Sword die by it too Need will create new foes for Hunger grows A Warrant to all Villanie and knows No Property nor Right wrongs legal be By that Authentick Law Necessitie Spur'd on by this no man will pass or care So he may have 't from whom how when or where Commanders make a mizmaze of the War And all their Battles subtile motions are If one remove his men the other will Move after him and so they follow still But yet they have a Precept that confines Each in the compass of their mutual Lines And not molest each other they agree To share our Goods and set each other free By mutual change Thus that great Idol Cause To whom they 've sacrific'd the mangled Laws Of God and man is but a cunning paint To make a Devil seem a Heav'nly saint While we like Turkish slaves are bought and sold Imprison'd and releas'd and all for Gold From one to t'other Now we need not fear Algier abroad we have too many here And what ere they pretend their quarrels are They only fight which shall have greatest share In our Estates by Rapine and by Stealth And thus they mean they fight for th' Commonwealth This lacks a House and that desires a Field And new Enjoyments new Desires do yield The Victors know nor modesty nor measure Of their desires but their Gain Pomp and Pleasure No moderation bridles or keeps in The head-strong force of a prevailing sin And the Commanders too that ought to be The Remora's to th'Souldiers crueltie Sometimes transcend the rest in Vice as far As they b'Authority above them are Beggars on Horse-back that no art can do Whereby we may them from Inferiours know But by their injuries and those do stand As a sure argument of their Command Nor sight they as our Ancestors did fight By force to get our Law-denied right But cauponate the War they sell and buy A Town a Castle or a Victory What ere an Enemy shall do or say Is all forgiven if he will but pay These Garisons are Sanctuaries still To

to them And they had power by degrees t' undo them They can't a Cause for one year calculate Like Erra Pater 't was nere out of date So he that hath been wrong'd and comes to these For help 's like one that leaps into the Seas To 'scape a storm or like the sheep that goes To a bush for shelter from the cold and lose His Wooll and so by that is render'd more Unable to endure it than before For so much cost and trouble there is in it That the poor Client when he did begin it Though he should have the best on 't he were better Be overthrown and would be greater getter What an eternal Term on 't will they hold When Causes come wrapt in a showre of Gold There 's no Vacation then like Mastiffs they Destroy the Wolfs because they mean to slay Or fleece the flocks themselves The other twin That did run round i' th' Zodiack of sin CHAP. X. WEre spiritual Courtiers these were more sublim'd In their injurious cunning and they climb'd To a diviner stile what e're they do Though ne're so wrong was Law and Gospel too Each Proctor at his pleasure could derive T'himself the Churches pow'r Legislative Who not appears or is behinde in Fees The Church must whensoe're the Sumners please Excommunicate give up to Satan till God gives him Grace to pay his Lawyers Bill Bawdry was bought and sold and for a Fee Men might have license for their Lecherie If any had offended th' onely curse Was the dear penance of an empty purse And for a yearly custome an old Bawd Might have a Patent to set up the trade Upon the Sabbath they allow'd to play But if one wrought upon a Holy-day Oh! 't was a crime that nought could expiate But the large bribing of an Advocate He 's in a wretched case each Christian knows That has no better Advocate than those CHAP. XI THe Gallenists those Factors for our health Were so infected with this love of wealth That generally our wounds and all diseases Were slight or mortal as the Doctor pleases And all our maladies were ever dated By th' purses strength as if th'were calculated For all Nativities what ere they be The Purse is still purg'd by Phlebotomie The Poor's incurable the Rich must have An endless Gout in 's joynts that will not leave Till all the money from the Purse be done Then he that could not go before can run Besides those Quacks that strumpet to each slave For a small price that smaller art they have Who without Judge or Jury basely kill More than they cure to exercise their skill Who need no plague but their own ignorance Accompani'd with their Arts masters wants The State-Physitians more perverse than these Cur'd bad diseases with worse remedies For sicknesses do usually fall On Bodies politick like natural These prov'd right Empricks and without all doubt Wrought the States end to bring their own about For most that seem'd to be the Kingdoms friends Tipt publick Justice still with private ends These made the three Professions of the Gown That were the grace the odium of the Town CHAP. XII THe spring being thus corrupt the streams can be Nothing but currents of impuritie From this Red Sea of sin a crew there came Differing in nought from Locusts but in name Monopolists that Priest-like had a share In every trade but more than Tythes they were These did so spawn they got nine parts at least Th' right owner scarce was to his own a Priest Others were Rogues by Patent and did draw A power to pole the people from the Law Which they had made a Stalking-horse to be A legal Warrant for their Villanie Thus painful men by Taxes were and Rates Unjustly cheated of their own Estates And this did make the transitory streets Eccho with poor mens cries where Rapine meets With Rapine Guile with Guile and Right became An airy title and an empty name Cities compos'd of several streams that ran From Hills and Valleys turn an Ocean Where sins meet sins like Billows and do strive As they with th' Court for the Prerogative Greedy desire is Mayor and puff-past Pride Aspires as Mayoress to sit by 's side Treason and Cheating Sheriffs and next such plenty Of capital sins they 're more than four and twenty CHAP. XIII ANd the tame Country in its several climes Practise to ape the Cities baneful crimes Th' incestuous Us'rer with 's own Bags doth lie Ingendring Use by damn'd Adultery Till every hundred doth survive to see Himself centupled in his progenie While that curst Barathrum still cries for more Beggars the Rich and does devour the Poor And though he Learning hates and every Art That 's liberal yet he could finde in 's heart To turn Logician and doth understand To do all things with a Contracted hand He like an Ass laden with various meats Bites not at all or else but Thistles eats He cheats his Back of needful ornament And his poor Belly keeps perpetual Lent And all to cram a Chest having an itch But while he lives to be accounted Rich Or leave to 's Heirs when he to death inclines Got lawfully by him or his Assignes An ample patrimony which the Sot Consumes as fast as ere his Father got The Tradesman too whose Weights and Measures were Lighter than 's Wife and shorter than his Hair With his oyl'd Tongue and dancing Complements The Engines of his cheating eloquence Gull'd men by whole-sale though his Wife and he Both drove a retail trade and did agree To ope their shops to all whose gain did slide Quick as 't was got by Luxury and Pride CHAP. XIV DUll Gluttony did raign and striv'd to kiss His t'other sister swinish Drunkenness That nursery of sins for there 's no Vice So bad but from this spring it takes its rise How many Swine does this make in a year If all were Sows that wallow in the mire This Anti-god that uncreates a man Turns him t' a beast or to a lump again How does poor Reason split it self and sink When man lies floating in a sea of drink And yet they ran so violently to it As if they had been onely born to do it 'T was manners if a man his Friend did meet With pinte and quart they must each other greet Or if to 's neighbours house a friend did come 'T was welcome stil'd to send him drunken home Men thought no shame to glory in this sin Who could drink most as if their Mouths had been Made not to speak but drink and Bellies were But Barrel-like the continents of Beer Yet that 's small cause to boast did we but see That a weak Hogshead can hold more than wee And yet we see how many a drunken Sot Hath drown'd and drunk all 's fortunes in a pot Swilling his brutish soul in Beer and Wine While his poor Family at home doth pine And have no food to feed upon but Cares Nor any thing to drink

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