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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07075	The metamorphosis of Pigmalions image And certaine satyres.	Marston, John, 1575?-1634.	1598 (1598)	STC 17482; ESTC S109897	16,578	90

rich bedight in warlike equipage Glittering in dawbed lac'd accoustrements And pleasing sutes of loues habiliments Yet puffie as Dutch hose they are within Faint and white liuer'd as our gallants bin Patch'd like a beggars cloake and run as sweet As doth a tumbrell in the paued street And in the end the end of loue I wot Pigmalion hath a iolly boy begot So Labeo did complaine his loue was stone Obdurate flinty so relentlesse none Yet Lynceus knowes that in the end of this He wrought as strange a metamorphosis Ends not my Poem then surpassing ill Come come Augustus crowne my laureat quill Now by the whyps of Epigramatists Ile not be lasht for my dissembling shifts And therefore I vse Popelings discipline Lay ope my faults to Mastigophoros eyne Censure my selfe fore others me deride And scoffe at mee as if I had deni'd Or thought my Poem good when that I see My lines are froth my stanzaes saplesse be Thus hauing rail'd against my selfe a while Ile snarle at those which doe the world beguile With masked showes Ye changing Proteans list And tremble at a barking Satyrist SATYRE I. Quedam videntur et non sunt I Cannot show in strange proportion Changing my hew like a Camelion But you all-canning wits hold water out Yee vizarded-bifronted Ianian rout Tell mee browne Ruscus hast thou Gyges ring That thou presum'st as if thou wert vnseene If not Why in thy wits halfe capreall Lett'st thou a superscribed Letter fall And from thy selfe vnto thy selfe doost send And in the same thy selfe thy selfe commend For shame leaue running to some Satrapas Leaue glauering on him in the peopled presse Holding him on as he through Paules doth walke With nodds and leggs and odde superfluous talke Making men thinke thee gracious in his sight When he esteemes thee but a Parasite For shame vnmaske leaue for to cloke intent And show thou art vaine-glorious impudent Come Briscus by the soule of Complement I'le not endure that with thine instrument Thy Gambo violl plac'd betwixt thy thighes Wherein the best part of thy courtship lyes Thou entertaine the time thy Mistres by Come now lets heare thy mounting Mercurie VVhat mum giue him his fiddle once againe Or he's more mute then a Pythagoran But oh the absolute Castilio He that can all the poynts of courtship show He that can trot a Courser breake a rush And arm'd in proofe dare dure a strawes strong push He who on his glorious scutchion Can quaintly show wits newe inuention Aduauncing forth some thirstie Tantalus Or els the Vulture on Promethius With some short motto of a dozen lines He that can purpose it in dainty rimes Can set his face and with his eye can speake Can dally with his Mistres dangling seake And wish that he were it to kisse her eye And flare about her beauties deitie Tut he is famous for his reueling For fine sette speeches and for sonetting He scornes the violl and the scraping sticke And yet's but Broker of anothers wit Certes if all things were well knowne and view'd He doth but champe that which another chew'd Come come Castilion skim thy posset curd Show thy queere substance worthlesse most obsurd Take ceremonius complement from thee Alas I see Castilios beggery O if Democritus were now aliue How he would laugh to see this deuill thriue And by an holy semblance bleare mens eyes When he intends some damned villanies Ixion makes faire weather vnto Ioue That he might make foule work with his faire loue And is right sober in his outward semblance Demure and modest in his countenance Applies himselfe to great Saturnus sonne Till Saturns daughter yeeldes his motion Night-shining Phoebe knowes what was begat A monstrous Centaure illegitimate Who would not chuck to see such pleasing sport To see such troupes of gallants still resort Vnto Cornutos shop What other cause But chast Brownetta Sporo thether drawes Who now so long hath prays'd the Choughs white bill That he hath left her ne're a flying quill His meaning gain though outward semblance loue So like a Crabfish Sporo still doth moue Laugh laugh to see the world Democritus Cry like that strange transformed Tyreus Now Sorbo with a fayned grauity Doth fish for honour and high dignity Nothing within nor yet without but beard Which thrice he strokes before I euer heard One wise graue word to blesse my listning eare But marke how Good-opinion doth him reare See he's in office on his foot-cloth placed Now each man caps and striues for to be graced With some rude nod of his maiestick head Which all doe wish in Limbo harried But ô I grecue that good men daine to be Slaues vnto him that's slaue to villany Now Sorbo swels with selfe conceited sence Thinking that men doe yeeld this reuerence Vnto his vertues fond credulity Asse talke of Isis no man honours thee Great Tubrios feather gallantly doth waue Full twenty falls doth make him wondrous braue Oh golden Ierkin royall arming coate Like ship on Sea he on the land doth slote He's gone he's shipt his resolution Pricks by heauen to this action The poxe it doth not long since I did view The man betake him to a common stew And there I wis like no quaint stomack't man Eates vp his armes And warres munition His wauing plume falls in the Brokers chest Fie that his Ostridge stomack should disgest His Ostridge feather eate vp Venis-lace Thou that did'st feare to eate Pore-Iohns aspace Lie close ye slaue at beastly luxury Melt and consume in pleasures surquedry But now thou that did'st march with Spanish Pike before Come with French-pox out of that brothell dore The fleet's return'd What newes from Rodio Hote seruice by the Lord cryes Tubrio Why do'st thou halt Why six times throgh each thigh Pusht with the Pike of the hote enemie Hote seruice hote the Spaniard is a man I say no more and as a Gentleman I serued in his face Farwell Adew VVelcome from Netherland from steaming stew Asse to thy crib doffe that huge Lyons skin Or els the Owle vvill hoote and driue thee in For shame for shame lew'd liuing Tubrio Presume not troupe among that gallant crue Of true Heroike spirits come vncase Show vs the true forme of Dametas face Hence hence ye slaue dissemble not thy state But hence-forth be a turne-coate runnagate Oh hold my sides that I may breake my spleene With laughter at the shadowes I haue seene Yet I can beare with Curios nimble feete Saluting me with capers in the streete Although in open view and peoples face He fronts me with some spruce neate sincopace Or Tullus though when ere he me espies Straight with loud mouth a bandy Sir he cries Or Robrus vvho adic't to nimble fence Still greetes me vvith Stockadoes violence These I doe beare because I too vvell know They are the same they seeme in outward show But all confusion seuer from mine eye This Ianian-bifront hypocrisie SATYRE 2 Quedam sunt et non videntur I That euen novv