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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

Or guilty Conscience made extravagant Flockt in to make up this new Colonie Where hainous Crimes had got a Jubilee And as in this so 't is in every State Men of low Fortunes envy still and hate The good extol the bad they dis●pprove All ancient Laws and novelties do love Disdain their own Estates and envy those Whose Wealth above their ruin'd Fortune goes These are secure from Troubles for they 're poor And come what can they can't be made much more Nor was 't a small incentive to behold How the poor Skowndrels wallowed in Gold How Kingly in their Diet and Array And how they do their betters daunt and sway To whom they had been Vassals heretofore And been perhaps relieved from their Door This made the Peasant who did work for'shire Or Beg or Steal leave Ploughing and aspire To imitate the rest as well's he can First steals a Horse and then 's a Gentleman A young Physitian well may guess th' events Of Medicines made of such ingredients For how unlikely is't things should go right When th'Devils Souldiers for God's Cause do fight 'Mongst these they stole the Hearts of some that be True-meaning-men of Zeal and Piety Though ignorantly zealous still possest By their strange Doctrine that none could be blest That were not Actors who did Neuters stand God would spue out Opposers out of hand Should be cut off No Mercie they decreed To th' Enemie though Christ should intercede No pardon but their Goods Moneys and all As guerdon of their facts to them should fall Wealth Pleasure Honour that were wont to be The general spurs to all Activitie Were largely promis'd unto every one Just as they found his inclination It was esteem'd an ordinary grace For broken Citz to get a Captains place The Wealthy Citizens whose glut'nous eye Gaz'd on the publick Faith that Lotterie Though they for fear or shame were loth to do it They 'd cut down Boughs and cry Hosanna to it They brought their Plate and Money to this Bank Hoping for Prizes but draw forth a Blank Themselves reserve the Prizes and this stands Still gaping like the Bottomless Quick-sands You might track Plate like Beasts to th'Lion's Den How much went in but none come out agen Here was our Primum mobile of woe This was the Mother and the Nurse on 't too Thus many were drawn in But those that were Not mov'd by love were driven on by fear CHAP. VI. THe adverse part perceiving their intents Prepar'd them powers for their own defence The Gentry for the baseness they did do Were quite discountenanc'd and justly too They grew degenerate and Gentilitie Was but a Nick-name or a Liverie Which every wealthie Clown might have and wear And be stil'd Worshipful They took no care To keep their blood untainted from the stain Of Vulgar sordidness and so maintain The glorie of their Ancestors that be Deriv'd to them from vast Eternitie But mixt the blood that had inrich'd their Veins With each ignoble Slave or Trull for gains Learning Wit Vertue Birth Report that be Essential bases of Gentilitie Vail'd all to Wealth and that 's the Cause we finde So many rich in Purse so few in Minde How many Justices did Wealth advance That had nothing to show but Ignorance They liv'd like Cedars and their drops from high Made th' Poor like under-woods to starve and die That in what place we saw so many Poor Some great man liv'd not far we might be sure Now these that so imperiously did awe When they perceiv'd men did not care a straw For their Commands but that the Shrub began To be as stately as the Gentleman Then they though not for Conscience-sake oppose Them that t' infringe the Kinglie pow'r arose The truly Noble Heroes for there be Two contrarieties in each degree Are by the blindfold people made to bear In suffering though not in sin a share For when the Vulgar to be Judges come Then all must suffer for the fault of some They quickly saw when the bold Subject dares Usurp Kings Rights 't is time to look to theirs The Vulgar knowing little but b'ing led By th'Priests or Gentry joyn to make a head Each as his phansie leads him Some ambidextrous villains took one part And yet held with the other in their heart Such men desire our Wars may still encrease And fear of nothing but a needy Peace Mean while the Neuters Jacks of both sides stand Poysing themselves on both yet neither hand Like Goddesses of Victory attend To take the Conquerers part i' th' latter end Those that are wisest were they Argos-ey'd And Bithyan-like had every eye suppli'd With double sight yet they could hardly see Which side to take and save their Bacon free So betwixt both these civil Wars ore-whelm Th' whole superficies of this wretched Realm This Land that was a Canaan while 't was good Is now the sad Aceldama of Blood CHAP. VII ANd now the great State-gamesters plainly finde All either stir'd in body or in minde The Instruments prepar'd to work they fall Ambiguous Oaths Treasons Original They now invent impose first men are made To swear amiss and then they do perswade Those Oaths binde them to do what these intend Stretching poor souls to bring about their end Now Jealousies and Fears which first arose From the polluted Consciences of those That were the first contrivers these divide The Limbs from th' Head nay from themselves beside One won't confide in t'other this although It rose from nothing to a world did grow Nor did it lose by th'way● like Balls of snow It bigger still as it did go did grow Both separate themselves and each intends Distance a great advantage to their ends Those that had active been on either side Are mutually accus'd sent for deny'd This makes both stick to what they had begun And each his course more eagerly did run First they fall to 't by Pen which did incense Both parties with a greater vehemence From hence Names of disgrace at first arose And each to other made more odious And the amazed people did invite To lay aside their tedious Peace and fight They plainly saw the War before they could Discern the Cause on 't and they might behold Th' effects though not the Quarrel they well knew That they must feel the War and end it too War like a Serpent at the first appear'd Without a Sting that it might not be fear'd But having got in 's head begins to be The sole Monopolist of Monarchie Thus by degrees we ran from Peace to go Downward was easie but b'ing once below To re-ascend that glorious Hill where bliss Sits thron'd with Peace oh what a labour ' t is Our floating eyes in Seas of Tears may see The Heav'n we 're faln from but our miserie Does more encrease to Tantalize to th'brink In happiness when yet we cannot drink Now we must fight for Peace whose worth by most Was not discern'd till utterly 't was lost

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

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