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cause_n	great_a	know_v	see_v	5,670	5	3.0830	3	true

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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

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

got Nor is 't a wonder as some doe suppose My Youth so much corruption can disclose Since euery day the Sunne doth light mine eyes I haue experience of new villanies But it is rath●r to be wondred how I either can or dare be honest now And though againe there be some others rage That I should dare so much aboue mine age Thus censure each degree both yong and old I see not wherein I am ouer-bold For if I haue beene plaine with Vice I care not There'● nought that I know good can dare not Onely this one thing doth my minde deterre Euen a feare through ignorance to erre But oh knew I what thou would'st well approue Or might the small'st respect within thee moue So in the sight of God it might be good And with the quiet of my conscience stood As well I know thy true integrity Would command nothing against Piety There 's nought so dangerous or full of feare That for my Soueraignes sake I would not dare Which good beliefe would it did not possesse thee Prouided some iust tri●ll might re-blesse me Yea though a while I did endure the gall Of thy displeasure in this loathsome thrall For notwithstanding in this place I lye ●y the command of that Authority Of which I haue so much respectiue care That in my owne and iust defence I feare To vse the free speech that I doe intend Least Ignorance or Rashnesse should offend Yet is my meaning and my thought a●free From wilfull wronging of thy Lawes or thee A● he to whom thy Place or Person 's dearest Or to himselfe that findes his conscience clearest If there be wrong 't is not my making it All the offence i● some's mistaking it And is there any Iustice borne of late Makes those faults mine which others perpetrate What man could euer any Age yet finde That spent his Spirits in this thanklesse kinde Shewing his meaning to such words could tye it That none should either wrong or mis-apply it Nay your owne Lawes which as you doe intend In plain'st and most effectuall words are pend Cannot be fram'd so well to your intent But some there be will erre from what you meant And yet alas must I be ty'd vnto What neuer any man before could doe Must all I speake or write so well be done That none may picke more meanings thence then one Then all the world I hope will leaue dis-vnion And euery man become of one opinion But if some may what care so ere we tak● Diuers constructions of our writings make The charitable Reader should conceaue The best intentions mine and others leaue Chiefly in that where I fore-hand protest My meaning euer was the honestest And if I say so what is he may know So much as to affirme it was not so Sit other men so neere my thought to show it Or is my heart so open that all know it Sure if it were they would no such things see As those whereof some haue accused me But I am carelesse how 't be vnderstood Because the Heauens know my intent was good And if it be so that my too free Rimes Doe much displease the world and these bad times T is not my fault for had I beene imploy'd In something else all this had now beene voyd Or if the world would but haue granted me Wealth or Affaires whereon to busie me I now vnheard of peraduenture than Had beene as mute as some rich Cleargie-man But they are much deceiu'd that thinke my minde Will e're be still while it can doing finde Or that vnto the world so much it leanes As to be curtold for default of meanes No though most be all Spirits are not earth Nor suiting with the fortunes of their birth My body 's subiect vnto many powers But my soule '● free as is the Emperours And though to curbe her in I oft assay She 'le breake in 't action spight of durt and cl●y And is 't not better then to take this course Then f●ll to study mischiefes and doe worse I say she must haue action and she shall For if she will how can I doe withall And let those that or'e-busie thinke me know He made me that knew why he made me so And though there 's some that say my thoughts doe flye A pitch beyond my states sufficiency My humble minde I giue my Sauiour thanke Aspires nought yet aboue my fortunes ranke But say it did wil 't not befit a man To raise his thoughts as neere Heau'n as he can Mu●t the free Spirit ty'de and curbed be A●●o●ding to the bodies pouerty Or can it euer be so subiect to Base Change to rise and fall as fortunes doe Men borne to Noble meanes and vulgar minde● Enioy their wealth and there 's no Law that bindes Such to abate their substance though their Pa●es Want Braine and they Worth to possesse their states So God to some doth onely great mindes giue And little other meanes whereon to liue What law or conscience then shal make thē smother Their Spirit which is their life more then other T' abate their substance since if 't were confest That a braue minde could euer be supprest Were't reason any should himselfe depriue Of what the whole world hath not power to giue Since wealth is common and fooles get it to When to giue spirit's more then Kings can doe I speake not this because I thinke there be More then the ordinariest gifts in me But against those who thinke I doe presume On more then doth befit me to assume Or would haue all whom Fortune barres from store Make themselues wretched as she makes them poore And cause in outward things she is vnkinde Smother the matchlesse blessings of their minde Whereas although her fauours doe forsake them Their mindes are richer then the world can make thē Why should a good attempt disgraced seeme Because the person is of meane esteeme Vertue 's a chaste Queene and yet doth not scor●e To be embrac'd by him that 's meanest borne She is the prop that Maiesties support Yet one whom Slaues as well as Kings may Court She loueth all that beare affection to her And yeelds to any that hath heart to wooe her So Vice how high so e're she be in place Is that which Groomes may spit at in d●sgrace She is a strumpet and may be abhorr'd Yea spu●n'd at in the bosome of a Lord. Yet had I spoke her faire I had b●ene free As many others of her Louers be If her escapes I had not chanc'd to tell I might haue be●ne a villaine and done well Gotten some speciall fauour and not sate As now I doe shut vp within a grate Or if I could haue hap't on some loose straine That might haue pleas'd the wanton readers vaine Or but claw'd Pride I now had beene vnblam'd Or else at least there 's some would not haue sham'd To plead my cause but see my fatall curse Sure I was either madde or somewhat worse