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A64414	A ternary of satyrs ... composed in French by an exquisite pen, and now done into English.	Boileau Despréaux, Nicolas, 1636-1711. Satire à Monsieur M***, docteur en Sorbonne. English.; Boileau Despréaux, Nicolas, 1636-1711. Satire contre les femmes. English.	1679 (1679)	Wing T758; ESTC R18603	15,025	48

he by infernal Aid Sharpned the Murdering Steel Gunpowder made And in his Rage to th' World a fatal Pest VVith puzling Laws perplexed the Digest Seeking with Glosses to obscure't thus he VVith heaps of Authors smother'd Equity And to compleat our woes to France did bring Haranguing Eloquence that Irksom thing Soft you will say what need you thus fly out Man has his Passions beyond all doubt And as the Sea ebbs and flows falls and rises But his mean Virtues ballance all his Vices In fine is it not Man whose daring Arts By th' Compass measures th' VVorld and all its parts VVhose comprehensive Knowledge grasps all things Knows rifling Nature whence the first cause springs Have Animals their Universities Take they Degrees in the four Faculties Have they Doctors of Law and Physic who VVear scarlet Robes and fur'd with Ermins too No their Physicians Poisons ne're impart Made up in Doses by their Murdring Art Arm'd with vain Arguments they don't like Fools Grow hoarse with bawling ' mongst them in the Schools No more if ever our weak minds do Know any thing they know or ought e're knew Tell me i' th' Age we live in if you can VVhether by knowledge they do measure Man VVould you have the Grandees throng to you Son The Father said to 's Child with tender Down Then take the surest side throw books away A hundred Francs at 5 pence what make they VVell said thou knowst all that is fit I see VVhat Wealth and Honor now will shower on thee Practise these Nobler Sciences my Boy Leave Plato off take the Checquer Employ Seek out what Provinces turn best t' account To what th' King's Salt Gabel does yearly amount Harden thy Heart turn Arab Pyrat Jew B'unjust Oppressive doubly Faithless too Play not the Generous Fop swell thy Estate And Fortune squeezing the Unfortunate Cheating Colbert's unwary Prudence try To merit Fortune by thy Cruelty Then thou 'lt soon find the Poets Orators Grammarians Doctors and Astronomers Degrade the Hero's to make room for thee And their Books swel'd with thy High Titles see In Hebrew Greek and Latin prove that you The strength and whole Design of their Art knew Rich and you 'r all Wise without Wisdom too Learning 's your Portion tho you nothing know Y' have Spirit Soul Merit Rank all that 's Good Dignity Virtue Valor Noble Blood Belov'd by great ones cherish'd by the Fair To Surintendents all are Debonair Gold Beauty to Deformity doth give But all is Dismal if in want you live Thus th' wary Usurer his Son educates Tracing a facil way to Grand Estates And oft hits tho he knows but this weak brains Five and four's Nine subtract two seven remains Now Doctor read the Bible till you be Pale mark the shelves out of that dreadful Sea Of that Divine Book th' holy Horror sound Luther and Calvin in one Tract confound Unravel all the fam'd Debates of old The Rabbins Learn'd Obscurity unfold To th' end a Bible in Spanish Leather bound When y' are well stricken in years to some Renown'd Porter may Dedicate your Work Profound And for Reward of your Bible-Explanation Pay you with Thank you Sir it 'h ' Acceptation Or if thy Mind at greater things does aim The Sorbonist's the Schools and Cap Disclaim Take up a gainful Trade henceforth and be Prentice t' a Banker or a Notary Then leave Aquinas to agree with Scot And yield with me A Doctor 's but a Sot A Doctor no a Poet you 'l reply You force your rash Muse there to soar too high But not to talk away time out of season Come to the Test is' t not Man that has Reason Is' t not his Light his faithful Pilot too Yes but pray to what purposes say you When they to faithless Winds entrust themselves Having in view nothing but Rocks and shelves What boots it C if reason oft do Cry Leave Scribling Cure thy Rhyming Malady If all this good Advice won't make him cease But 's Ballad-fury still the more increase His Verse daily with noise he does recite And puts Relations Neighbours Friends to flight For when his Daemon moves him then 't is said All persons leave him but his Kitching Maid An Ass by Nature taught obeys poor thing It 's leading Instinct without murmuring Nor does with his harsh voice the Birds defy To sing in Consort with him foolishly He without reason marches on his way But Man enlightned by 't 's blind at noon day Rul'd by himself does all at Counter-season In what he does has neither sence nor Reason Things please and displease him oblige and mad He without Reason is both brisk and sad His mind does love avoid pursue by chance Doe undoe add deprive destroy advance And do you find like him Panther or Bear Themselves with their own Phancies idly scare With Aery Fantômes combat th' appetite And with vain Contests disappoint Delight Tell me did Man e're know the Beasts unwise Sacrifice to him or him Idolize Approach him like th' Winds or Times Deity Beg weather fair or foul with bended knee No but Beasts oft see th' Hypocondriack Man worship metal he himself did make See th' Country where faint-hearted Mortals doe Tremble at a Monkey's foot and Altar too And those weak People bordering on the Nile Offer up Incense to the Crocodile But why say you this Example odious Aegypt and her false Gods what 's that to us You 'l prove by this prophane Discourse alas Good Doctor Man's inferior to an Ass A Creature that 's the scoff of all the rest Subject to thousand woes a stupid Beast Whose only Name will set a Satyr off Yes t' an Ass what is' t makes us at him scoff And flout but if that him we would permit On our Defaults to exercise his Wit Or to Reform us if kind Heaven would grant The use of speech at length he now does want That he his mind might freely utter pray What betwixt you and I would he not say What can he think when ' mongst the Rabble Rout In a Parisian street he stares about And sees Phantastic Men in their Array Some daub'd with lace some cloth'd in Black some Gray What says he when h' an Assassin does find Gallop to 's Patient carrying Death behind When 'fore a Rector a rude Squadron's found Marching in state with Beadles circled round Or does the Sherif in a huge Crowd spy In Ceremonious state lead Men to dye What thinks he of us when on a court-Court-day He to the Palace takes by chance his way And afar off hears a damn'd knavish Fellow Just like a Fury in the Great Hall bellow What says he when he sees the Officers Judges Clerks Proctors Ushers Registers O' if the Ass should turn Manhater then And as in Aesop's time speak once agen Seeing every where that Men such great Fools be He from his heart would without Jealousy Content with Thistles shake his head and cry 'Faith Man is but a Beast as well

A TERNARY OF SATYRS CONTAINING 1. A SATYR against MAN 2. A SATYR against WOMAN 3. A SATYR against the POPISH-CLERGY Composed in French by an Exquisit Pen And now done into English LONDON Printed for W. Leach at the Crown in Cornhill 1679. A SATYR AGAINST MAN OF Creatures all that fly i' th' Air or be Walking on Earth or swimming in the Sea From Paris to Peru Rome to Japan The grand Fop-Animal methinks is MAN What! Ants Worms Rampant Insects you 'l reply To me in haste that live imperfectly The bellowing Bull Goat browzing o' th' young sprout Have much more Wit than Man Yes without doubt This to you Doctor 's a surprizing thing Of the whole World Man is both Lord and King Woods Fields Creatures were made for 's Use we find His Portion was a Rational Mind 'T is true at first Reason fell to his Lot Thence I conclude Man is the greatest Sot These things you 'l say in a Satyric stile Will please the Reader that designs to smile But you must prove 't by Rule Sir Well agreed Your Answer then good Doctor pray proceed What 's Wisdom Aequanimity by name Which nothing can disturb no Lust enflame Which moves in Council at a prouder rate Than a Dean mounts the Palace Stairs in state Now this calm State is Wisdom I confess And who than Man e're understood it less The Ant who yearly traverseth the Fields Hoards Magazines which Ceres Treasure yields And when that Boreas brings back the Cold Makes Nature rushing from thick Mists look old She sculks in darkness but enjoys that while The Fruits in Winter of her Summer's toil Yet you ne're find this Creature wavering Active in Winter Idle in the Spring Affront the first Months fury on the Plain Or lazy when the Ram returns again But Man ne're halts in 's mad Career doth run From Thought to Thought sans intermission ' Mongst thousand Broils in 's Heart still floating shows What he would or would not he never knows What he to day loves he to morrow hates For my part I le go wed a Wench that prates Enur'd t' Affronts thus frequently I 'le show The City's Motto Cuckolds all arow Besides me Fops enow th' Town-talk I know Said the dull Marquiss but a Month ago Wh ' a Fortnight since the Marriage Snare did take And summon'd only for Example sake Nay 't is his Creed That God did make a Bride True for him only out of a new Side This is right Man who roves from Black to White Condemns i' th' Morn his Sentiments last Night Importunes all himself does incommode Changes his Mind as often as his Mode Turns at each gust and stumbles at a straw For th' Sword to day to morrow for the Law Survey him in his aery-humor'd strain Lull'd with the fond Chimera's of his Brain He 's Nature's basis and her sole support The tenth Heaven wheels about but thank him for 't He 's Lord of all the Creatures you 'l reply Who can deny 't possibly that may I. But without Trial in dark Dens who fears The Bear The Traveller or he the Bears Whether by Edict made in Nubia Can Smithfield-Lions scowre Lybia This titular Lord who gives them Laws even he This King of Beasts how many Kings hath he Ambition Love Avarice Hate we find With slavish fetters do enchain his mind Soft sleeps no sooner do close up his eyes But 's time to march says Avarice arise Nay let me take one minutes rest you 'l say The Suns not up nor Prentice 't is not day No matter rise for what when all is done From East to West to plow the Ocean Porcelan and Amber seek for at Japan At Goa Ginger Pepper too fond Man I 'me rich enough you 'l say this toil I 'le pass You cannot Doctor too much wealth amass You must no perjury nor Crime forbear Your Lodging must be hard and hard your fare Had you more wealth than Croesus yet ne're crave Goods in your House nor a Domestic Slave On Barly live and Ry hazard your Throat ' Mongst heaps of stores rather than lose a Groat And why the Reason Sir live thus and spare That a well educated and brisk Heir Of wealth to you useless may make a gain And the whole Town in time cheat with his Train What then He must depart th' wind fills the Sails If Mony tempts not with its Charms but fails With a more splendid Train Ambition goes And forcibly ruffles his calm repose Exposes him to danger for a Name Tracing the Caesars steps but comes off lame And in the Breach rashly with Death beset Does by 's fool-hardiness Grace the Gazet But some may say Drol more to purpose hold This Vice the Hero's Virtue was of old Was the Pellaean youth think you too blame Who causelesly all Asia set on Flame He Hairbrain'd Bloody did his case bewail And call'd the Conquer'd World his closer Jayle Storm'd of a Province small that he should be Born King he might have Govern'd prudently Phancying himself a God about did rome Like a Bandito without House or Home By Horrors of the War attended he Fill'd the whole World with his grand Foppery Happy had been the Macedonian's Fate If some small Cottage had been his Es●●te And by advice of Friends and Tutors he Had bin confin'd there from his Infancy But not to wander with Digression And like Senault through all the passions run In Classes them and Titles to Dispose Then Dogmatize in Verse and Rime in prose To th' Schools and Lawyers let us leave this Art And take a view of Man's most Noble part 'T is said he only in wall'd Towns lives who Dictates Civility and Manners too Makes Rulers Magistrates and Kings we see Obeys the Laws observes a Politie 'T is true yet without Policie or Law Or of the Officers standing in aw Do you curs'd Wolves in Highways e're discover Like Man Inhuman rifling one another You never saw fierce Tigers bearing sway With Factions divide Hircania Does the rough Bear in woods war with the Bear The Vulturs prey on Vulturs in the Air Find you i' th' Afric Plains the Land of wonder That Beasts their own Republics rend asunder Lions ' gainst Lions Sire ' gainst Sire debate In the fond Choice of Tyrants to a State Of all Nature e're teem'd the fiercest Creature Regards in his own Species his own Feature Their Rage to one another Moderate Live without Noise Law Suits Clamor Debate Eagles in Camp pretending Royal sway Ty not an Eagle to th' Appearance day No Fox against a Fox did e're give fees Unto a Lawyer for his stealing Geese The Hind in Rutting-time you never saw The Hart for 's Impotence accuse at Law There are ' mongst them no Placats nor Requests No Council nor yet Chamber of Inquests They Live one with another safe and free Under pure Laws of Simple Equity By Cut-Throat-Man Self-Murder only is A brutish Honour counted Nor is this Sufficient for

as I. FINIS A SATYR AGAINST WOMAN IN this declining Age I 'm bold to say Man is compos'd of a less Noble Clay Then heretofore Nature does clog the Earth With a degenerous and sordid Birth Thrusts Men Dough-bak'd into the World dull Clods Who want a Fire from the inspiring Gods To Actuate their Souls that they may be Men unconfin'd and like the Air free By their Base Condescention Females sway Who were by Nature Destin'd to Obey For Woman in this Foppish Age and Nation Like Adam Lords it o're the whole Creation Nay she does more than Adam e're cou'd doe She names the Beasts and sometimes makes them too Yet Man this Thing first Weds then bears it 'h Van The Turkish Ensign th'o ' a Christian How shamefully dos Man on Woman dote The Breeches warp unto the Petticote 'T is strange methinks and yet t' is True that we Should live in this Decrepit Age to see The Pike and Pen do Homage to the Spindle 'T would vex a Royal Spleen a Passion kindle Within a Stoic's Brest that e're Man She Should claim Imperiously Supremacie A Faithles Soulles Senseles Puny Chit Neither endow'd with Reason nor with Wit A mere Bagatel a Childish Tov At best a Bardless Sex-distinguish'd Boy A well-complexion'd Fury Seeming Saint Only made up of Powder Patch and Paint A Fair-foul-fiend whose Fascinating Ey Basilisk like darts poison til they dy Who are her Objects murders by whole-sale As if she scorn'd to Slaughter by Retail Natur 's Disgraceful By blow Blush and Shame A Peevish Idle Gossiping Proud Dame Who in her best of humors no one doubts Is troubled with the Tatles or the Pouts Whose Wind-mil pated Clack does far out run The rapid Motion of the posting Sun VVhen Meagre Death strikes with his Fatal Dart Males the last Member dying is the Heart But when the Females whether Old or Yong Then the last Member dying is the Tong. Antient Philosophie denied the Notion Modern finds tru of a Perpetual Motion 'T is strange to me when the wise Greek of old Had his Xantippe that Notorious Scold VVhose Aspen leav'd Tong never could stand stil Nay she resolv'd in all to have her will VVhen he to shun her Clamor out did fly Bedew'd his Hairy Scalp with Chamber-ly VVhat said the Good Man t'ot why t is no VVonder I did expect a storm after such Thunder It 'h Cradled Infancy of Childish Time VVhen th' unborn Man Created in his Prime Govern'd the World then Peopled but with two And Eden their Apartment was He who A Tenure had given by Heaven in Fee T' him and his Heirs of Immortality And the whole World his own Real Estate As much as Avarice could crave said Fate To Forfeit Life Real Estate and all Through Eve's Temptation by a Cursed Fall VVhich cripled his Posterity e're since And made him Delve who first was made a Prince If the Pure state of Perfect Innocence Brought forth bad actions we must now dispense VVith wors or fear them and so guard our selves From the sly Craft of these Bewitching Elves Six Thousand years Experience litle les Must crown their Malice with desir'd Succes Then for the future who will e're beleeve This Female Brat of Apple-eating Eve A Crafty Cheat Decoy a mere Trepan A Ratle to disturb the Quiet Man A Painted Tomb that entertains within No other Guests but Rottenness and Sin VVhose soul 's Benegro'd black as He at best VVho wears Natur 's dark sables in the West The unstain'd Man of Vz in whom we see Patience Proverbial Wealth and Poverty VVhose Fertile Fields Treasure Cattle and Stores At first were numerous as at last his Sores VVhose Riches as Approved Authors grant Could not be match'd it 'h Opulent Levant VVhen he had lost his Issue Flocks and Lands Rob'd of his Camels by Chaldaean Bands Depriv'd of all but his most Wretched Life Tormenting Satan and a Tempting VVife The Jailer of th' Infernal Abys gains Leave by Divine Permission with Sore Pains T' aflict the Good Man who lays his damn'd Clutch Upon his Body and with one foul Touch His Blood Ferments Ebulliats through his Pores And fils him Cap-a pie with filthy sores Now the Poor once Rich Man who was so Great Hath nothing but a Dunghil for his Sear A worthless Potsherd the Instrument with which He scrapes his Blanes t' allay the painful Itch. And when 't was found that all this would not doe The Tempter tempts his VVife to tempt him too VVho thus Accosts with Evish subtilty Dear tho Poor Job prethee Curse God and dy But he stands firm like an unshaken Rock And Patiently endures the Boist'rous Shock Of all Assaults had Adam don so too It had bin better for him me and you Next to th' Ephesian Matron I Appeal VVhose name Historians modestly conceal● Daughter to one who heaps of wealth did gain By Rich Returns plowing the Briny Main She by a Brisk Youth Courted soon was Wed Enjoy'd the pleasures of a Marriage-bed And was as suddenly by Cruel Fate Left Consortles and in a Widow'd State Now she declines all Comfort and does strive Like a Chast wife t' Intomb her self alive VVho thus deprived of her Dearest all VVith rivulets of tears laments his Fall A Souldier guard t' a Rogue whose Villany Hang'd him upon a Gibbet fix'd hard by On no less Penalty then Death should he Be by his Friends stolen from the Fatal Tree Boldly with his strict orders dos dispence And in the Night silently steals from thence By a Taper's glim'ring Light led to a Vault Where at his first approach he made an Halt Spying a Lady overwhelm'd with Grief He thought in Charity wanted Relief She first assaults him Spectre Ghost discover What thou dar'st say to a Distressed Lover But to Weak Nature forced to submit Through Faintness falls into a Swooning Fit Startled and at a los he hastes in fine To his ful Jug of Ammunition-wine Gives her a mod'rat Potion which it 'h close Prov'd a Restorative and Cordial Dose Reviving Natur 's stifled heat so She Recover'd soon of her Lipothymie And then he Soldier like Banquets her there What some repeated Draughts and Knapsacfare To find Humanity lap'd up in Buf Was a strong Obligation and enuf To sway with her whom Grief did so Perplex Besides the weakness of her weaker Sex And that from an unknown Physician who Prov'd both her Mars and her Apollo too Now she Caresses Kisses yields to that Which my Muse blusheth at I know not what And this the Proverb verifies In Love Nothing that 's Violent can Lasting Prove She fir'd with her new Love beyond Degree Her old Love's Grave their Brothel-House must be Defiles her Husbands Ashes False Unjust Makes his Dead Corps Pimp to her filthy Lust This is not half the Tragi Comedie The last Act shows her Marchles Constancie But now the Soldier to his Charge returns And finds the Body lost O how he burns With Rage and Indignation Fomes