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Time's out of tune, plaid upon however in XX satyres / by Thomas Bancroft.
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Bancroft, Thomas, fl. 1633-1658.
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Wing B643; ESTC R3217
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were all cramm'd with gold ' His large expence and idleness beside ' Will shortly work his fall and bring the pride ' Of his nice wife acquainted with her birth 'To take more knowledg of her mother earth ' The woman is well skill'd in making showes ' And in an homely out-side garb she goes ' Talks much of Heav'n professing sanctity ' More then would furnish a whole Nunnery ' But O she bears a Luciferian mind ' Apt in each company to raise the wind ' Of her own praise nor surely is she free ' From the worst kind of womans levity ' For a young Gallant privately 't is said ' Frequents her house and if her husbands head ' Be not horn-heavy like Actaeons now ' It is because he hath a brazen brow ' An hardned front that will not bud but showes ' Like to a beaten way where nothing grows Thus was this soul Defamer pleas'd to vent Heart-swelling rancour'gainst the innocent And by his biting wickedly behind Gave others notice of his currish kind Mastiffs and Lions openly do make Their valour known as if they scorn'd to take Advantages but fainter beasts will steal Closely to mischief secretly assail So generous spirits fairly face to face Will question those that offer them disgrace Or wrong them otherwise but baser Hinds In terms of obloquy discharge their minds And fall like hail-storms on the backs of those Whose presence awes them and suspends their blowes The tongue perfus'd with much humidity A member is so quick and slippery And so much black corruptive malice rests In the dark lurking-holes of humane breasts That as some rabid beasts will here and there Be snatching so some men will not forbear To lay reprochful mouths in every place On worthier persons seeking to disgrace Those sometimes whom they never saw nor know Whether their just esteem be high or low When toyish Fortune at our English Court Made with great Gallants not a little sport O what an heavy fate has oft been known To fall on those that have int' favour grown With gracious Princes when their glories Sun Has by the mists of every one begun To be obscur'd then forthwith as they say That the night-wandring wolves of Syria Bark at the Moon the mad-brain'd multitude With a calumnious cry the men pursu'd Nor calm'd their fury till they saw them down Quite under foot that were so near the Crown Great and irrepairable is the wrong That 's done to men by an invenom'd tongue Not all the herbs Medea pickt and chose Can cure the wounds thereof its secret blowes Are oft heard farther then the loudest cracks Of thunder or th' AEgyptian Cataracts A good report spreads slowly quickly growes Cold in the mouth and doth its vigour lose But an ill rumour seems to ride upon The plumes of Boreas suddenly is gone Past a recal and keeps its aery form In the despight o' th' most impetuous storm Nois'd through the world are the few blemishes Of Alexander pride wrath drunkenness That sometime mov'd him with rude Steel to try Where his dear foster-brothers heart did lye But of his Princely parts and vertues who Relation makes what eulogies do show How pearls of pity for the wretched case Of foil'd Darius trickled down his face How nobly he his wailing Queen did treat Who though her beauty was no common bait Would not dishonour her himself nor see Others prophane her shrine of chastity So our third Richards cruelty and great Ambition reeking both with bloud and sweat Are matters frequent in our mouths but who Tells what endowments Nature did bestow Upon this Potentate to make thereby A fair amends for his deformity Who mentions his sagacity or hears Of his great heart that knew no common fears Or of his deep unfathom'd policy That did complete such rules of equity Such salutary Laws as will be while Fixt is this Centre famous in this He. Some that affect a quick facetious vein Of speaking and their hearers entertain With jesting upon others by and by Pass the just bounds of fair urbanity And as we see when nimble Squirrels play With nuts and turn them this and th' other way They lastly crack them so when these have made Some sport with others errours they invade Their credits at the last and make thereby An ill compound of mirth and injury Those that delight to turn the point of wit On others thus and care not where they hit Nor yet regard whose fame they violate Are oft repaid with this vindictive fate That whilst they make some men ridiculous Themselves become to all men odious Good same is dear and tender as our eyes And none can brook another should ds-prize His estimate much less should at him cast Disgraceful language and his credit blast Though of the clearness of their judgments eye Few men can boast yet too too forwardly We censure others skill and books peruse Errors to find and Authors to abuse What Author 's is more grave or exquisite Then Pliny that so punctually doth write Of Natures works and took such pains to be Well learned in her copious History Yet some that measure others qualities By their own habits with mistakes and lyes Are bold to charge him as if purposely He guli'd the world with specious vanity And more directly at a shadowy fame Did look then at substantial truth did aim The like did to our Mandeville befall Who having measur'd of this earthly ball A greater part then any of his time When he re-visited his native Clime Publisht his travels that his Countrey so Might what with pain he found with pleasure know Now what was the success his Readers threw Contempt upon his news more strange then true Thought his reports accounting them such toyes And sigments as phantastiques oft devise Yet afterwards when travellers did make Further discov'ries and surveyes did take Of this main Globe they found his wonders true I th' greater part and gave him praises due To his high merits making him thereby A just amends for wrongful obloquy What shall I say of those that dare defame The dead corrupt the odours of their name Disturb their quiet dust and as it were Fight with their shades This surely doth appear Of secret striking the most deadly way And makes men not unlike to beasts of prey Which that they may be ready still to tear The bodies of the slain pursue the Rear Of warlike Armies Yet as Sylla's lewd And brutish rage on weeping Anio strew'd Th' ashes of Marius so some men there are So wildly impious that they little care How much they violate the dead with base Effects of malice studying their disgrave This seems to make the sad sepulchral stone Lye heavier upon those that hence are gone And seeds of Hemlock as it were doth sowe Where else the Rose and violet might grow When men are under Deaths arrest and have Made down-tight payment in the humble grave Of their last debt to wrong them
sordid and sinister ends Whilst we turmoil our spirits to acquire Base gains to fewel an inflam'd desire Herquin did otherwise as fools will run Int' one extreme whilst they another shun He languisht for the love of such a Lass As nor well-monyed nor well-manner'd was Nor yet of good extraction though that she Drew gold out of his pockets dext'rously But being fair and full of pleasant chat And free in the delights of you know what She his affections strangely did enchain And a close amity they did maintain Till age into their veins a chilling dart Had shot but then asunder soon did start Their pleasure-fastned friendship like a Snake Sever'd in twain when either part doth take A several way when once the slippery ends Of lust did fail they were no longer friends Friendships that are like Sampsons Foxes ty'd Together as they basely are apply'd So when the smoky brand of lust is spent They forthwith fail with like extinguishment Gross sensual pleasure's like a sudden flow Of muddy water that doth soon forgo The chanel 't is a trust-betraying thing That ever mocks our hopes in promising More then it gives and ere we well enjoy Our poor acquists begets satiety Needs must that love then play at fast and loose That is contracted by so slack a noose As pleasure draws nor will it ever be Grac'd with the crown of friendship constancy Yet those that entertain mens phantasies With rude insipid jests and flatteries Buffons and Parasites are in request Far more then faithful hearts that do their best By the sweet force of good advice to draw Others from vices lure to vertues law Licentious out-laws are as Sylvane Bears Savage intractable obstruct their ears 'Gainst sober counsels kick with much disdain At those that would their wickedness restrain And like the Gad'rens Swine with Hellish hast Themselves down-right to deep destruction cast If they will needs be ruin'd let them run On swallowing quick-sands which they well might shun At least upon bare rocks of penury Their fortunes split and dye contemptibly Nor bloud nor sworn allegiance serve for bands Of force to knit mens hearts or hold their hands From wrongs and mischiefs 'T will not be forgot While there 's an English Islander or Scot How in our late broils most unnatural Brother on brother furiously did fall And Sire and Son ingloriously oppose Each other dealing ill-directed blowes Friends were no longer friends then hous'd they were When once in field did angry foes appear As arms went on was amity thrown off At terms of peace did the lewd Rabbie scoff Broke off all social leagues each ligament Of love with bloudy hands asunder rent Whilst angry blowes and terms of insolence For thefts and rapes were all their recompence Nature astonisht might have said ' O God ' That sometimes shak'st a sharp revengeful rod ' How hold'st thou now thy high inflamed hand ' And with dire Engine shiver'st not a land 'T' insulphured dust that seemeth to defie ' The terrours of thy great Artillery ' Slights equally thy judgments and commands ' Ready 'gainst Heaven to lift Gigantick hands ' And scale th' Olympian towers O thou that hast ' Set bounds to all things not to be displac'd ' And harmoniz'd by Laws this Mundane State ' Why suffer'st thou vile worms to violate ' Thy sanctions and disperse more poisons than ' An hundred Hydra's or swoln Pythons can ' Causing fair vertue t' hide her head like Nile ' Left Hellish steams her beauties should defile Of such a feign'd complaints as this the cause Is yet too real when the sacred Lawes Of God and Nature broken as they were Are cast aside neglected every where Whilst wretched Male contents with angry jars Dis-tune their lives and blow the coles of wars Cease Moralists of perfect amity To treat whereby two souls confusedly United are like flowing waters met The vulgar friendship scarce the counterfeit Of such communion never was more rare At such strange distance mens affections are The' Incheumon and the Asp from angry eyes Dart not more death nor are worse enemies Then brother's are to brothers now and then Most deadly-hating mischief-acting men Nor will the world be ere at better pass When Princes on whose lives as in a glass Inferiours look and steer their course thereby Though in degree of kindred nere so nigh For trifles yet do Kingdomes oft engaged And sacrifice whole Nations to their rage Thus do poor subjects fall by heaps because Ambitious Soveraigns climb above the Lawes Of Government thus upon those that be Of lowest state lights mischief heavily Great persons having raised storms make sure Of shelter but the poor all blasts endure SATYRE XI Against Gluttony WHo 's this that like a walking Tun appears That such a mass of flesh about him bears And puffs as if the air would scarce suffice To cool him O! I know him by his size 'T is Olbiogator that stour Trencher-Knight Who by full meals doth measure all delight And spends almost as much in sacrifice To his vast belly as did Bell suffice That hungry Idol This is he whose great Stomach though not to fight maintains an heat Like that of Vulcans forge and if that men Be Microcosomes this Gluttons maw is then His torrid Zone It is a Scene of Sport To see how he preludes in eager sport To every meal how he his eyes doth fix Upon each dish and how his lips he licks And smacks and shrugs but when he once doth fall Aboard then laugh and look about you all My friends then Pork and powder'd Beef beware Mutton Veal Capon and all daintier fare Weep your own fawces sith much woe doth wait Upon you and your punishment is great To be thrown down not into Tiber but A gulf as deep and in dark prison shut This Sensualist as Gluttony though dull For the most part is of inventions full Would not accept things in their Primitive Condition as free Nature did them give But quaintly did compound them that they m'ght Into the Gullet melt with more delight His liquorish humour prompted him t' invent So much did cost his palates blandishment Quaint candyings and preservings to devise T' make Suckets Marmalets and Quidinies Gellyes Conserves Leach Marchpans Coolisses Syrups and many such Compounds as these Nor staid he here but by God Vulcans aid Of spices wines and flowers distilled made Incentive liquors by whose help he might Sooner concoct the baits o' th' appetite Liquors that like falle Cupids shafts inspire The veins with pleasing but pernicious fire For to their charge do men their stomachs cheat By such confections whose excessive heat Preys on the oily aliment of life And lets their principles at eager strife It is a mild benigner temperature Of heat that to the body doth procure Health and longevity As near to air As fire our spirits of alliance are Those subtile instruments of life I mean Which Nature doth with purest bloud maintain To