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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

poor souls but Tears This is the Gulph that swalloweth a-whole The Wealth the health of body and of soul. CHAP. XV. TH' effect of luxurie and ease is Lust And this sets men on flame so that it must Be vented by base actions men did do 'Gainst God's 'gainst Nations Laws and Nature's too Great persons rang'd like Goats to slake their flame With all variety yea they kept tame Their Concubines with costly motives fed Their Handmaids serv'd them both for board and bed By whom they Issue got and so might be Indeed the Fathers of their familie The Ladies kept Preambles men of might That stood them both for service and delight Men 'gainst the Grammar sin'd and did contest The Feminine Gender is the worthiest Young men had hoary hairs or else had none And when they had been satiate with one They 'ld ha'fire-new-ones Nay the spiritual part Of Brethren lov'd the flesh with all their heart But 'cause 't was grown so common they would be Entwin'd with Sisters but extempore CHAP. XVI ENvy that hideous Monster meagre fell That Skeleton is belch't up too from Hell She roosts in peoples mindes and greatly breeds The bane of vertuous doers and their deeds It s own tormentress both a plague and sin Oh! how it gnaws the bones where it gets in And yet men were so chain'd to 't that their eyes Waxt sore at other mens Prosperities Malicious men did their own bodies pine To see their Neighbours plentifully dine And be content with all their hearts to lose An Eye to have another want a Nose CHAP. XVII HOnour became a Chattel to be sold To those that ne'r were kin to 't for their Gold Such whose unworthy souls did wear a Stile But as a Livery and did exile All noble thoughts out of their breasts who be While they 're alive grav'd in obscurity Men like their Grandsires Tombs titled without And full of rottenness within or nought The Garbage of the World compos'd of Mire And slime like Frogs of Nile if Gold inspire Their purse with life it clarifies their fames Promethean fire was nothing to those flames Fame was but Wealth 's Elixir every Clown That could get Wealth might quickly get Renown Though they 'd intrench their bodies with such crimes That they might be the scandal of the times And had a dearth of worth or good yet when They'd paid for 't they must needs be Gentlemen Nay this Almighty Gold such acts could do That Lords nay Gods were made by Angels too CHAP. XVIII BUt thred-bare Vertue and lean Honesty Were thought unworthy great mens company A man of Learning Wisdom Breeding Wit And had all parts that did conduce to it Yet if his purse were ignorant of pence A fig for 's Learning or his Eloquence But he must cringe and creep t' each guilded Sot Whose Purse is full although his Head be not Thousands per annum were the onely glory And sweet-fac'd Gold the winning'st Oratory These favourites of Fortune that is fools Whose ignorance did make them foes to Schools And Scholars nay to all ingenious Arts That had a man nere so deserving parts And painful in a Calling two or three All could preserve him scarce from beggarie They so dispos'd it as if 't were not fit One man should have at once both Wealth and Wit And yet these Muck-worms cannot be so wise To see how Fortune does Eutrapelize And give them Wealth to plague them Good men hold They 're fetter'd slaves although those fetters gold CHAP. XIX HOw many Slow-worms had we in our Land 'Twixt whom beasts no difference could stand That having Wealth liv'd here and spent their own And having suckt out that Leech-like are gone Whose life if'twere a life cannot be found Guilty of one good act that might redound Unto their Kindreds Friends or Countries good But e'en like Belly-slaves provide for food Whose mindes were not emblazon'd with those gifts That man above a brutish Creature lifts They wear no souls within or if they do They count them burthens nay and troubles too Their bodies do like Sodomes Apples stand And they but Pleonasmes of our Land Luxurious Wantonness did still prevent Their natural desire of nourishment They us'd Provocatives to Eat Drink Sleep From Hunger Thirst and Cold themselves to keep The Cankers and the Bellies of the State Whose limbs stand useless as if out of date And when they die this onely may be said Here lies one that was born that liv'd and 's dead By whom Death lost his labour he 's no more But a dead lump and so he was before CHAP. XX. OUr giddy phansie surfeited with Pride In various habit ev'n the French out-vy'd So great was our luxurious Wantonness 'T was sin the Sun should twice behold one dress Fashions had still a Climax clothing went From warm to Comely thence Magnificent Our natural Hair not shed by Venerie Was shav'd by Pride and we our Heads belie With Womens excrements which might be known Only because we bought it 't was our own Lech'ry first taught this evil to our Nation Now what it wore for need we wear for fashion Women transform'd to men men women grew We by the shape scarce one from t'other knew Such boldness those these such effeminateness S● ossess'd that both seem'd one Androgenes Faces bely'd with paint and York put there Where Nature did at first write Lancaster When angry Teeth fell out and brake their sums By the pollution of their stinking Gums Begot by Sweet-meats or that trait'rous Sawce The Rebel to good Stomacks wholsome Laws Women had Regiments of Teeth in pay And drew out several Cent'ries every day To stop the breaches that should Poets write Their Teeth were Ivory it may be right Their Heads with massy Ruffs were bulwark'd round And yoak'd in Bands which scarce a measure ●ound With such impostures and a thousand more As if we were not Proud but Pride all o're This brings new sins new sins new Plagues draw on So Pride's preamble to destruction A Kingdoms bliss is but conditional When they from Grace they straight from Glory fall For whatsoever unto Vice doth tend Begins in Sin and must in Sorrow end The Iron Age. CHAP. I. THe Cup of trembling which so oft has bin Quaft round about us is at last stept in And we must drink the dregs on 't we that be Sever'd from other Nations by the Sea And from our selves divided by our sin Need now no Forrain foes we 've foes within What need an Enemy the Walls to beat When the Defendants sins do ope the Gate God who at first did man to man unite Sets man 'gainst man in a Cadmean-fight Limb jars with Limb and every Member tries To be above 's superiour Arteries The Elements and Humours that before Made up a compound Body now no more Kiss in an even temp'rature but try T'unmake themselves by their Antipathy And 'cause divided Kingdoms cannot stand Our Land will be the ruine of our