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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15652	A satyre dedicated to His most excellent Maiestie. By George VVither, Gentleman.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1614 (1614)	STC 25916; ESTC S120257	15,274	90

Soule 's as g●od my Heart as great as their● My loue vnto my Country an● to thee As much as his that more would seeme to be And would this Age allow but meanes to show it Those that misdoubt● ●hould ●re long time know it Pitty my youth then and let me not lye Wasting my time in fruitlesse misery Though I am meane I may be borne vnto That seruice which another cannot doe In vaine the little Mouse the Lyon spar'd not She did him pleasure when a greater dar'd not If ought that I haue done doe thee displease Thy misconceiued wrath I will appease Or sacrifice my heart but why should I Suffer for God knowes whom I know not why If that my words through somes mist●ke offends Let them conceiue them right and make amends Or were I guilty of offence indeede One fault they say doth but one pardon neede Yet one I had and now I want one more For once I stood accus'd for this before As I ●emember I so long agon S●ng Thame and Rhy●es Epithalamion When SHE that from thy Royall selfe deriue● Those gracious vertues that best Title giues She that makes Rhyne proud of her excellence And me oft minde her here with reuerence Daign'd in her great-great-good nature to encline Her gentle eare to such a cause a● mine And which is more vouchsaf't her word to cleare Me from all dangers if there any were So that I doe not now intreat or sue For any great boone or request that 's new But onely this though absent from the Land Her former fauour still in force might stand And that her word who present was so deere Might be as powerfull as when she was heere Which if I finde and with thy fauour may Haue leaue to shake my loathed bands away As I doe hope I shall and be set free From all the troubles this hath brought on me I 'le make her Name giue life vnto a Song Whose neuer-dying note shall last as long As there is either Riuer Groue or Spring Or Downe for Sheepe or Shepheards Lad to sing Yea I will teach my Muse to touch a straine That was nere reach't to yet by any Swaine For though that many deeme my yeares vnri●e Yet I ●aue learn'd to tune an Oaten pipe Whereon I 'le try what musicke I can make me Vntill Bellona ●with her Trumpe awake me And since the world will not haue Vice thus shown● By blazing Vertue I will make it knowne Th●n if the Court will not my lines approue I 'le goe vnto some Mountaine or thicke Groue There to my fellow Shepheards will I sing Tuni●g my Reed vnto some dancing Spring In such a note that none should dare to trouble it Till th● Hil●es ans●ere and th● Woods redouble it And peraduenture I may then goe nere To speake of something thou l't be pleasd'd to heare And that which those who now my tunes abhorre Shall reade and like and daigne to loue me for But the meane while oh passe not thi● suite by Let thy free hand signe me my liberty And if my loue may moue thee more to do Good King consider this my trouble to Others haue found thy fauour in distre●se Whose loue to thee and thine I thinke was lesse And I might fitter for thy ser●ice liue On what would not be much for thee to giue And yet I aske it not for that I feare The outward meanes of life should fa●●e me here For though I want to compa●se those good ●n●s I ayme at for my Countrey and my Friends In this poore state I can as well content me As if that I had Wealth and Honours lent me Nor for my owne sake doe I seeke to shunne This thraldome wherein now I seeme vndone For though I prize my Freedome more then Gold And vse the meanes to free my selfe from hold Yet with a minde I hope vnchang●d and free Here can I liue and play with misery Yea in despight of want and slauery Laugh at the world in all her brauery Here haue I learn'd to make my greatest Wrong● Matter of Mirth and subiects but for Songs Here can I smile to see my selfe neglected And how the meane mans sute is disrespected Whil'st those that are more rich and better friended Can haue twice greater faults thrice sooner ended All this yea more I see and suffer to Yet liue content midst discontents I do Which whil'st I can it is all one to me Whether in Prison or abroad it be For should I still lye here distrest and poore It shall not make me breath a sigh the mor● Since to my selfe it is indifferent Where the small remnant of my dayes be spent But for Thy sake my Countries and my Friends For whom more then my selfe God this life lends I would not could I helpe it be a scorne But l●ue if I might free as I was borne Or rather for good Bell-arete's sake Fa●●e Ver●●● of ●hom most account I make If I can chuse I will not be deba●'d In this last action least She be disgrac'd For 't was the loue of her that brought me to What Spleene nor Enuie could not make me do And if her seruants be no more regarded If enemies of Vice be thus rewarded And I should also Vertues wrongs conceale As if none liu'd to whom she dar'd appeale Will they that doe not yet her worth approue Be euer drawne to entertaine her loue When they ●●all see hi● plagu'd as an Offender Who for the loue he beares her doth commend her This may to others more offensi●e be Then preiudiciall any way to me For who will his endeuours euer bend To follow her whom there is ●one will friend Some I doe hope there be that nothing may From loue of Truth and Honesty dismay But who will euer seeing my hard Fortune The remedy of Times Abuse importune Who will againe when they haue smother'd me Dart to oppose the face of Villany Whereas he shall not onely vndertake A Combate with a second Lernean Snake Whose euer-growing heads when as he crops Not onely two Springs for each one he lops But also he shall see in midst of danger● Those he thought friends turn foes or at lea●● stranger● More I could speake but sure if this doe ●aile me I neuer shall doe ought that will a●a●●e me Nor c●re to speake againe vnlesse it be To him that knowes how Heart and Words agre● No nor to liue when none dares vndertake To speake one word for honest Vertues sake But let his will be done that best knowes what Will be my future good and what will not Hap well or ill my spotlesse meaning 's faire And for thee this shall euer be my prayer That thou may'st here enioy a long-blest Raig●e And dying be in Heauen Re-crown'd againe SO now if thou hast daign'd my Lines to heare There 's nothing can befall me that I feare For if thou hast compassion on my trouble The Ioy I shall receiue will be made double And if I fall it may some Glory be That none but IOVE himselfe did ruine me Your MAIESTIES most loyall Subiect and yet Prisoner in the Marshals●y GEO. WYTHER

presum'd vnto a King W●th Aesops Flye to seeke an Eagles wing But know I 'me he that entred once the list Gainst all the world to play the Satyrist T was I that made my measures rough and rude Daunce arm'd with whips amid'st the multitude And vnappalled with my charmed Scrowles Teaz'● angry Monsters in their lurking holes I 'ue plaid with Wasps and Hornets without feares Till they grew mad and swarmd about my eares Iu'e done it and me thinkes 't is such braue sport I may be stung but n●re be sorry for 't For all my griefe is that I was so sparing And had no more in 't worth the name of daring He that will taxe these Times must be more bitter Tart lines of Vinegar and Gall are fitter My fingers and my spirits are benum'd My Inke runs forth too smooth t is too much gum'd I d'e haue my Pen so paint it where it traces Each accent should draw bloud into their faces And make them when their villanies ●re blaz●d Shudder and startle as men halfe amaz●d For feare my verse should make so loud a din Heauen hearing might raine vengeance on their sin Oh no● for s●ch a straine● would Art could teach it Though life my spirits I consum'd to reach it I d'e learne my Muse so braue a course to flye Men should admire the power of Poesie And those that dar'd her greatnesse to resist Quake euen at naming of a Satyrist But when hi● sco●rging numbers flow'd with wonder Should cry God blesse vs as they did at thunder Alas my lines came from me too too dully They did not fill a Satyres mouth vp fully Hot bloud and youth enrag'd with passion● store Taught me to reach a straine nere touch'd before But it was coldly done I throughly chid not And somewhat there is yet to doe I did not More soundly could my scourge haue yerked many Which I omit not cause I feared any For want of action discontentments rage Base dis-respect of Vertue in this age With other things vnto my selfe a wrong Made me so fearelesse in my carelesse long That had not reason within compasse wonne me I had told Truth enough to haue vndo●e me Nay haue already if that her Diuine And vn●eene power can doe no more then mine For though fore-seeing warinesse was good I fram'd my stile vnto a milder mood And clogging her thigh-towring wing● with mire Made her halfe earth that was before all fire Then being as you saw disguis'd in shew Clad like a Satyre brought her forth to view Hoping her out-side being mis-esteem'd She might haue passed but for what she seem'd Yet some whose Comments iumpe not with my minde In that low phrase a higher reach woul● finde And out of their deepe iudgement seeme to know What 't is vncertaine if I meant or no Ayming thereby out of some priuate hate To worke my shame or ouerthrow my state For amongst many wrongs my foe doth doe me And diuers imputations laid vnto me Deceiued in his ayme he doth mis-conster That which I haue enstil'd a Man-like Monster To meane some priuate person in the state Whose worth I thinke to wrong out of my hate Vpbraiding me I from my word doe start Either for want of a good Ground or Heart Cause from his expectation I doe vary In the denying of his Commentary Whereas 't is knowne I meant Abuse the while Not thinking any one could be so vile To merit all those Epithites of shame How euer many doe deserue much blame But say I grant that I had an intent To haue it so as he interprets meant And let my gracious Liege suppose there were One whom the State may haue some cause to feare Or thinke there were a man and great in Court That had more faults then I could well report Suppose I knew him and had gone about By some particular markes to paint him out That he best knowing his owne faults might see He was the Man I would should noted be Imagine now such doings in this Age And that this man so pointed at should rage Call me in question and by his much threatning By long imprisonment and ill intreating Vrge a Confession wer 't not a mad part For me to tell him what lay in my heart Doe not I know a great mans Power and Might I● spight of Innocence can smother Right Colour his Villanies to get esteeme And make the Honest man the Villaine seeme And that the truth I told should in conclusion For want of Power and Friends be my confusion I know it and the world doth know 't is true Yet●I protest if such a man I knew That might my Countrey preiudice or Thee Were he the greatest or the proudest Hoe That breathes this day if so it might be found That any good to either might redound So farre I 'le be though Fate against me run From starting off from that I haue begun I vn-appalled dare in such a case Rip vp his foulest Crimes before his face Though for my Labour I were sure to drop Into the mouth of Ruine without hope But such strange farre-fetcht meanings they haue sought As I was neuer priuy to in thought And that vnto particulars would tye Which I intended vniuersally Whereat some with displeasure ouer-gone Those I scarce dream'd of saw or thought vpon Maugre those caueats on my Satyres brow Their honest and iust passage disallow And on their heads so many censures rake That spight of me themselues they 'le guilty make Nor is 't enough to swage their discontent To say I am or to be Innocent For as when once the Lyon made decree No horned beast should nigh his presence be That on whose fore-head onely did appeare A bunch of flesh or but some tuft of haire Was euen as farre in danger as the rest If he but said it was a horned beast So there be now who thinke in that their power Is of much force or greater farre then our It is enough to proue a guilt in me Because mistaking they so think 't to be Yet'tis my comfort they are not so high But they must stoope to thee and equity And this I know though prick't they storme agen The world doth deeme them ne're the better men To stirre in filth makes not the stench the lesse Nor doth Truth feare the frowne of Mightinesse Because those numbers she doth deigne to grace Men may suppresse a while but ne're to deface I wonder and 't is wondred at by many My harmelesse lines should br●ed distaste in any So much that whereas most good men approue My labour to be wo●thy thankes and loue I as a ●illaine and my Countries foe Should be imprison'd and so strictly to That not alone my liberty is bar'd But the resort of friends which is more hard And whil'st each wanton or loose Rimers pen With oily words sleekes o're the sinnes of men V●iling his wits to euery Puppets becke Which e're I 'le doe I 'le ioy to breake my