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The water-cormorant his complaint against a brood of land-cormorants. Diuided into fourteene satyres. By Iohn Taylor.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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to weare His eyes red blood-shot arguing a sod brainc His dam-him voice set to the roaring straine His nose well inlaid with rich iemmes about As from a watch Towre their hâ—ads peeping out Attended fitly fitting for the age VVith two shag'd Russians and a pyde coat Page Who beares his boxe and his Tobacco fils VVith stopper tongs and other vtensils This Fop late buried e're he came vp hither His thrift and 's father in one graue together His country stocke he sold for that 's the fashion And to a farmer gaue it new translation His Fathers seruants hee thrust out of dore Allowes his mother but a pension poore Salutes you with an oath at euery word Sirha or slaue he lib'rall doth afford His Father a good house-keeper being dead He scornes his honest block should fit his head And though hee be not skil'd in Magick Art Yet to a Coach hee turn'd his Fathers Cart. Foure Teames of Horses to foure Flanders Mares With which to London hee in pomp repaires Woo's a She Gallant and to Wife he takes her Then buyes a knighthood and a maddam makes her And yearely they vpon their backs ore weare That which oft fed fiue hundred with good cheere Whil'st in the Countrey all good bounty 's spilt His house as if a Iugler it had built For all the Chimneies where great fires were made The smoake at one hole onely is conuay'd No times obseru'd nor Charitable Lawes The poore receiue their answer from the Dawes Who in their caaing language call it plaine Mockbegger Manour for they came in vaine They that deuoure what Charity should giue Areboth at London there the Cormorants liue But so transform'd of late doe what you can You 'le hardly know the woman from the man There sir Tim Twirlepipe and his Lady Gay Doe prodigally spend the time away Beeing both exceeding proud and scornefull too And any thing but what is good thei 'le do For Incubus and Succubus haue got A crew of fiends which the old world knew not That if our Grand-fathers and Grand-dams should Rise from the dead and these mad times behold Amazed they halfe madly would admire At our fantasticke gestures and attire And they would thinke that England in conclusion Were a meere bable Babell of confusion That Muld-sack for his most vnfashiond fashions Is the fit patterne of their transformations And Mary Frith doth teach them modesty For shee doth keepe one fashion constantly And therefore she deserues a matrons praise In these inconstant moone-like changing dayes A witlesse Asse to please his wiues desire Payes for the fewell for her pride 's hot fire And he and she will wast consume and spoyle To feed the stinking lamp of pride with oyle When with a sword he gat a knightly name With the same blow his Lady was struck lame For if you marke it she no ground doth tread Since the blow fell except that she be lead And Charity is since that time some say In a Carts yonger brother borne away These are the Cormorants that haue the power To swallow a Realme and last themselues deuour And let their gaudy friends thinke what they will My Cormorant shall be their better still An Extortioner and a Broaker THE ARGVMENT Friends to but few and to their owne soules worst With Aspish poyson poysning men at first Who laughing languish neuer thinke on death Vntill these Wolues with biting stop their breath The diuell and they at no time can be sunder'd And all their trade is forty in the hundred ROome for two hounds well coupl'd and t' is pitty To part them they doe keepe such ranck i' th City Th' Extortioner is such a fiend that he Doth make the Vsurer a Saint to be One for a hundreds vse doth take but ten T'other for ten a hundred takes agen The one mongst Christians is well tolerated Tother's of heauen and earth abhor'd and hated The one doth often helpe a man distrest The other addes oppression to'th opprest By paying vse a man may thriue and get But by extortion neuer none could yet Though vsury be bad t is vnderstood Compared with extortion it seemes good One by â—eâ—aile and th' other by the great Ingrose the profits of the whole worlds sweat That man is happy that hath meate and cloath And stands in need of neither of them both Extortioners are Monsters in all nations All their Conditions turne to Obligations VVaxe is their shot and writing pens their Guns Their powder is the inke that from them runs And this dank powder hath blowne vp more men In one yeare then gunpowder hath in ten Bils are their weapons parchments are their shields VVith which they win whole lordships towns fields And for they know in heauen they ne're shall dwell They ingrose the earth before they come to hell Yet all their liues here they with cares are vext Slaues in this world and hell hounds in the next And what they o're the diuels backe did win Their heyres beneath his belly waste in sinne The Broaker is the better senting hound He hunts and scouts till he his prey hath found The gallant which I mention'd late before Turning old hospitality out of doore And hauing swallowed tenants and their crops Comming to towne he crams Extortions chops Craft there may here againe be set to schoole A Country knaue oft proues a City foole He that a dogs part plaies when he is there A wolfe deuoures him when he comes vp here The silly swaine the racking Landlord worries But Swaine and Landlord both extortion curries First thing is done the Broaker smels him forth Hunts all his haunts enquires into his worth Sents out his present wants and then applies Rank poyson to his wounds for remedies In stead of licking he 's a biting whelpe And ranckles most when he most seemes to helpe And he hunts dry foot neuer spends his throat Till a has caught his game and then his note Luls him asleepe fast in Extortions bands There leaues him takes his fee o' th goods and lands And as he is the Commonwealths deceiuer So for the most part hee 's the theeues receiuer Hangs vp the hangmans wardrop at his doore Which by the hangman hath beene hang'd before A fishwife with a pawne doth money seeke Hee two pence takes for twelue pence euery weeke Which makes me aske my selfe a question plaine And to my selfe I answere make againe Was Houndsditch Houndsditch calld can any tell Before the Broakers in that street did dwell No sure it was not it hath got that name From them and since the Time they thither came And well it now may called be Houndsditch For there are Hounds will giue a vengeance twitch These are the Gulphes that swallow all by lending Like my old shoes quite past all hope of mending I 'de throw my Cormorants dead into the pooles If they cram'd fish so fast as these eate fooles A Basket Iustice. THE ARGVMENT The best of men when truely exercis'd The Actor