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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36993	The malecontent, a satyr being the sequel of the Progress of honesty, or A view of court and city.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.; D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. Progress of honesty.	1684 (1684)	Wing D2748; ESTC R3728	18,526	39

not that I doubt but the Reflexions will be easily understood for I have always observ'd that Rhubarb is more pleasing to our Nation than Honey which though I am sorry to know yet I cannot remedy and had I less Zeal for my Country I should be less diligent in exposing its faults but living under the Government of so good and gracious a Sovereign I should think my self unworthy of a smile from him or the least blessing of his Royal favour if I should not with my utmost vigour and severest Genius expose and render odious to futurity the unnatural Agents and Associatours in so horrible a Conspiracy The Malecontent A POEM I. AVRORA now had blusht upon the Day And driven Night's shades away Giving the glorious Monarch of the Morn A Summons to return And bless the World with his propitious Rays The early Lark sung Anthems in the Skies The watchfull Cock with shrill and Echoing voice Had told the Husbandman 't was time to rise The welcome Fruit of his past Toil to reap Nor longer give his pretious hours to sleep The chattering Rooks wak'd by disturbing light From lofty Trees where they had slept that Night Flew to each others Nests to kiss and play Telling their sable Loves the business of the day And on what Farmer 's Stubble they should prey The Air was cool the weather was serene No envious Cloud did the Sun's Luster screen But gentle Calms o'erspread the Seas The Heavens and Earth seem'd full of Joy and gay and green the Trees II When Errour our late wild ungovern'd Youth Newly converted to the Truth And by his Father's sage advice brought in From the wide pleasant but destructive paths of Sin Rose from the humble Couch whereon he lay And where with watry Eyes he past the Night's fatigue away For fatal visions had disturb'd his breast And Rob'd him of his darling Rest Visions of Beauties snares and Love in vain Of souls despairing and Eternal Pain Of hellish Traitours that were damn'd for gain Of Wealth and honours promist but forgot And of a horrid Plot That Devils in the shape of Saints devise To murther Kings and root up Monarchies His constitution and complexion were True Omens of his future care A Sable melancholy clog'd his bloud Which seldom e'er presages good And deadly Paleness fill'd his cheeks which show'd As if he thought his life did vainly Waste Or had reflected on the Ills his Youth had past Oft would he Start and heavens bright Mansionsview Oft Sigh and Cry vain foolish World Adieu Thou Trifle which the fond and wanton prize But Inconvenience to the Good and Wise How with thy Pride thy Pomp and State Performance nothing though thy promise great Have I too often been betray'd And caught in the strong Snares thy Arts have laid Why was I born to be deceiv'd And why alas wert thou beleiv'd Thus vext by Love and some preferments loss Which he from Court and Great ones promis'd was The wretched Youth from his A partment went Which weeping and destructive Cares have Spent And on his brow was painted large the scene of discontent III Through verdant Meads and flow'ry Vales he goes Where many a Beauteous Rose Delightfull Odours did dispense To his too Stupid and Neglectfull Sense Blushing as if they thought it were a Crime Not to be Ravisht in the prime Each Gentle Rivulet and Purling Brook Mourns his dejected look Seeming to Murmur Pity and relate The story of his Melancholy fate And every pretty Warbler of the Wood As if his Woes they understood Kept time with his Complaints and wept and sung Sad Notes of Woe taught by his mournfull tongue Thus Plung'd and hurried by his restless thought At last to a high mount he got Barren as Nature e'er she God obey'd Or Chaos e'er the great creating Word was said The sleecy sheep that sed thereon were lean As a long seven Years famine there had bin Their wretched Bones peept through their Skin Like Fairie land shew'd the forgotten place Blest with no wholsome Plant nor virdant blade of Grass A Lofty Cliff there stood that did Survey Some forty fathom down the Sea Whose Billows envying such Aspiring height Seem'd with Impetuous might To undermine its Root and make it bow Its Towering front to the salt Deeps below There looking down upon the foaming Beach Sate a forlorn uncomfortable Wretch Grizled with hair by Sorrow and by Years His Sullen face bedew'd with Tears Lookt like the Figure of Mortality Or Man in his first State of misery Savage his Mein and wretched his Attire Yet lofty thoughts did in his breast Conspire Which gave this utterance to his Tongue How long base World he cry'd how long Like a poor shackl'd Prisoner must I be Passive Spectatour of thy Villany Why more than crawling Insects of the Earth Must I have Cause to Curse my Birth The Birds and Beasts and Fish in Seas Are with the Order of their living pleas'd Nay Fools and the unthinking live in peace But I a wretch that heaven design'd to Cross For Vertue am despis'd am honest to my loss Thus spoke the Satyrist A man that had Through all the Sciences Inspection made Profound in Knowledge and in Judgment bold Wise as the fam'd Philosophers of Old Austere in Life and one that could In highest Schools dispute with each degree From sacred Reason down to pedant Sophistry IV His name was Malecontent whom with a gracefull bow Errour accosted and Saluting low His Ruthfull discontents desir'd to know And why upon the Sterile uncouth plains he wandred so A secret Joy his visage did express To find a Sociate in that lonely place And therefore beg'd to know the tenour of his Case To whom the Satyrist reply'd In what obscure place do'st thou reside What secret Den or Cave that do'st not know The Curse of humane kind and General Cause of Woe My private Sorrows in particular Alas not worth description are Condemn'd to my ill Stars t was my fixt lot To be a prey to a rich Potent Sot That Nature made an Ass and so preferment got For be it known to all the men of Wit 'T is still the Fool that has the best Estate Wisedom is mild and modest free from pride And with an humble portion satisfy'd And though he nothing gets he has the sense To practise patience and not wrong his Prince But the bold Fool will to preferment rise For none e'er knew her Court the Good and Wise Kings like the World 's great Influencing light Spread round their glories to the Peoples sight But still some Tall Oak gets between And humble Shrubs are never seen The flattering pushing cringing Knave The foremost Post will have Whilst bashfull Worth is waiting like a Slave Who though he Covets little much deserves The Sordid World neglects him and he Starves Who therefore would a Tenant be To this vast ill built Frame of Villany That has a generous Soul And can by one bold stroke

ill fate controul Who would be bit by ill bred Dogs See his fair Love condemn'd to senseless Rogues Cause th' one has greater stock to buy And 't other best can fawn and lye Who would the Nauseous Rabbles flouts receive Though brave be slighted and yet live Did not an awfull and Religious fear Of something after Death we know not where Controll the noble Lust of dissolution And hinder our resolv'd Confusion Shewing we better had with painfull ills dispence Than forfeit heaven by Stubborn disobedience This well I know and though my own Distracting Cares do give me Cause to moan And spend my wretched days in discontent alone Though I have bin too much abus'd Of Place and wealth by hounds in office chous'd Lost the Rewards for which in fields I bled And seen tame Villains cherisht o'er my head Yet deeper griefs oppress me now My Princes danger and my Countries woe By black Conspiracies that plainly snew The Lust of English Rebels that still strike At a Crown'd head and would be kings alike This rends my throbbing heart for this I howl 'T is this disturbs the peacefull Order of my Soul And makes me rather wish for death Than live in the Envenom'd Air where loathsome Villains breath V Once was the fair Britania Crown'd with power The Garden of the World the pleasant bower Of favourite Princes that were happy made To vail their Crowns and Sleep in her refreshing Shade The bounteous hand of Plenty open'd here Whose Cornucopia blest each coming year And on her fragrant bosome Nature lay And Crown'd each silent night and every happy day Then bright Augusta flourisht whose fame ran To both the Poles through the wide Ocean Chief Metropolitan Imperial Caesar lov'd her but too fond Gave her such bounties from his Royal hand She was at last Aspiring to Command Shockt her great Master and for War prepar'd Chusing the monster Hydra for her Guard And as the Adder which a harmless Swain Gasping for life found on the frozen plain By him through pity nourisht near a fire Feeling new warmth his vains inspire Flew at his Courteous Host and with black venom griev'd The man that him from death retriev'd So she with hissing Rage attaqu'd her King But heaven decree'd the Drone should have no Sting Unedg'd her Mischiefs and the Creature left Like a poor Lunatick of friends bereft To sham Elections with Phanatick Votes Bribe perjur'd Rogues and Nurse up Titus O. Till like a Jilt that trades for half a Crown Debaucht by sneaking Presbyterian Iohn She is degraded and no more th' Imperial Town But losing th' Charter and each Royal Grant Bedlam shall now be call'd instead of Troynovant VI Within the Chanels of whose putrid Womb Plagu'd with Infectious stench and Noysome fume Which from the fatning dregs of Plenty springs Plenty that gives her Pamper'd vipers wings And hissing tongues and dreadfull teeth and stings In a dark Cave of horrour choakt with weeds Of poysonous vice and horrid deeds A Dreadfull and Gigantick Monster breeds More bloudy than the one-Ey'd Cyclops brood Or th' Savage Sons of Earth before the Flood Not the Olympick Race that against heaven made War Hurling vast Mountains through the Air With this can equal or compare A thousand Teeth it has as many Claws To tear in peices Monarchy and Laws The Loyal and the brave ne'er Scape its paws All Kings it hates and Regal power It never could endure But Anarchy inspires whose Brutish Pugs In slimy genders breed a Tribe of Rogues With these it herds for these will fight These still supports with curst Tyrannick might For strength it has beyond Imagination And easily could make Invasion Rove every where unconquer'd though withstood Bathing its Native Land in bloud Rapes Murthers Roberies Treasons Blasphemies That seem to dare the Skies And even God himself with insolent Impieties No Crime with which Mankind was ever Curst Since Adam's Sin at first But it had done or else resolv'd to doe And still most pleas'd with Mischiefs strange and new Thus like a horrid Dragon frightfull to behold It over England rowl'd Bringing destruction wheresoe'er it came With poisonous breath sharp phangs and Eyes of flame It plagu'd th' unhappy Land REBELLION was its Name VII And now methinks my Spleenfull Genius tends To give a Character of all its Agent fiends Traitours on whom heaven's Curse ne'er lights in vain Whilst each is branded with the Mark of Cain See Marcian first the Prince of all the rest Tossing his Empty Head bestride the horrid beast Degenerate Marcian Shame to his great Race His wounded Countries worst disgrace Eternal is his hated Infamy And his Escutcheon now Erected high Shall never Raze the natural Obloquy But have Engrail'd a more Prodigious Blot Treason and Parricide Crimes of Dreadfull Note Shall dash the Or and Gules and Cloud the Herald's Coat None e'er like him with honours was endow'd Nor none like him had such Ingratitude In Childhood train'd to a Monastick life Free from Ambitious strife When peacefull Arts all strove to Influence And if 't were possible to teach him Sense From Ross's discipline who took great pains To fill the vacuum of his Brains His gratious Uncle that from loud report Had heard how far his Wit came short To mend the matter sent for him to Court Thinking amongst the wisedom of that Place Assisted by a Taking face That his might tolerably pass And knowing he had Courage nobly Scan'd His growing worth and got him high Command Gave him applause in our great Monarch's ear Who after sent him to the War Where to say truth he got renown And Rashly ventring took a famous Town But there th' Ambitious Pill first swallow'd down And factious Fiends inspir'd th' ill fated Elfe To set up for himself Nor longer a respect and duty bear To the illustrious and lawfull Heir But his successive right oppose and quell Though from his Favour all his Honours fell Who could have crush't the Serpent in the Shell From thence to greater Crimes he passes on And now resolves to mount the Throne Calls it his due though by the equal Law From whence our rights Legitimate we draw The meanest wretch of most obscure degree Had more pretentions to 't than he The Double duty which he knows He to his Father and his Monarch owes By double disobedience is undone And he 's no more a Subject nor a Son Yet with the Ladies still his fame abides A Gracefull Mein how gallantly he rides That he should e'er commit such ill Vsurp the Throne and his great Father kill I 'll not believe it 't is Impossible Thus let a man commit the worst of Sin Be but his outside fine let that but Win And your true Woman never looks within Here stands the Imperfection of the Age But that which most my fancy do's Engage To write and fills me with Poetick Rage Is that he should be overrul'd And by such Beasts betraid and fool'd That he should