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A46427	Mores hominum = The manners of men / described in sixteen satyrs by Juvenal, as he is published in his most authentick copy, lately printed by command of the King of France ; whereunto is added the invention of seventeen designes in picture, with arguments to the satyrs ; as also explanations to the designes in English and Latine ; together with a large comment, clearing the author in every place wherein he seemed obscure, out of the laws and customes of the Romans, and the Latine and Greek histories, by Sir Robert Stapylton, Knight.; Works. English. 1660	Juvenal.; Stapylton, Robert, Sir, d. 1669.; Hollar, Wenceslaus, 1607-1677.	1660 (1660)	Wing J1280; ESTC R21081	275,181	643

Souldiers call These the Greek Roman Barb'rous Gen'rals sought And with so many wounds and dangers bought Virtue is so much less belov'd then Fame For bate reward who will at Virtue aime Hence have some few sunk Nations with their pride That glorious titles might there ashes hide Which the wild fig-tree springing breaks away For tombes themselves the pow'r of Fate obey Weigh HANNIBAL how many pounds canst find In that great Gen'rall's body now whose mind Not Africa wash't with th' Atlantick Main Nor where warm Nilus bounds it could contain He to his Elephants and Aethiops Joyn'd Spain pass'd o're the Pyrene Mountain tops Though Nature th' Alps and Snow as barrs had laid Through Rocks with Vinegar his way he made Now Italy is his he 'll yet march on There is saith his proud Souldier nothing done Unless my Carthaginians storm the Town And i th' Suburra set my Standard down O! how would th' one-ey'd Gen'ral's picture took Riding on his Getulian Monster look What 's th' end O glory he that so far spread His conquests vanquisht into exile fled Must great strange Waiter part o' th' Presence make Till the Bythinian Tyrant please to wake That life which threatn'd th' earth with change of States Nor sword nor dart nor rocky mountain dates But the revenge of Cannae for that Spring Of Roman blood was a poor little Ring Go climb the horrid Alpes vain-glorious fool To please the boyes and be their Theam at School The Youth that honour'd PELLA with his birth Vext at one world coop't up i' th narrow earth As if the rocks of GYARUS wall'd him in Or as he had in closs Seriphus bin When he a Conqu'rours entrance had compell'd To brick-wall'd Babilon one Coffin held Death doth alone deal plainly and declare What things of nothing humane bodies are We may believe what was believ'd of old That ships put in at Athos and what bold And lying Greece on history impos'd XERXES that Mountain with his Fleet inclos'd That or'e the sollid Sea by Coach he past Drank up whole Rivers when he broke his fast And all that hov'ring with her drunken wings The Muse of SOSTRATUS the Poet sings But how from Salamin return'd he shipt Whose barb'rous pride the East and Northwest whipt Never in AEOLUS his jayle so paid That fetters on th' Earth-shaker NEPTUNE laid And 't was done gently that he spar'd his brand What God would not serve under his command But how return'd he in a bark he fled Sayling in blood retarded by the dead Whose bodies to arrest his flight did swim Thus so much courted Glory punisht him Grant health O JUPITER grant length of dayes Thus the fresh youth thus th' old and sickly prayes But how great constant ills doe old men brook How ugly how unlike themselves they look Instead of skin they have a nasty hide Sagg'd cheeks wherein such wrinkles are descry'd As when through Tabraca's thick woods we shape Our course we see scratcht in an old she-Ape There 's somthing still that diff'rences the young This then that fairer He then he more strong The old have one face the same Palsie makes Their voices tremble which their body shakes Their Heads an aged fall o' th Leafe disclose And th' infancy of a still-dropping Nose Disarm'd of Teeth this chawes with only Gums And to Wife Children and himself becomes So loathsome as the sight turns COSSUS blood That brings him presents of the rarest food Nor in his meat or Wine does th' ancient gust Rejoyce his duller Pallat and for lust A long Oblivion cancells those Essayes A Nerve lyes couchant which no art can raise Indeed what faith a comfortable effect From weak gray-hair'd PRIAPUS can expect Besides though he may lust he cannot love Shall VENUS without strength to please her move The suff'ring of another part now see In rarely well-set Ayres what joy takes he Although SELEUCUS sing them to his Lute Or the fine Player in his golden Sute What matter where o' th' Stage he sits whose eare Can scarce the Cornets or the trumpets hear Whose loud-tongu'd Boy the very house must rock To make him know who 's come or what 's a Clock A Fever only warming the no blood In his cold body which hath such a flood Of all kinde of diseases that to tell Their very names I might sum up as well How many Youths got OPPIA'S good will What Patients THEMISON did one Autumn kill What friends to Rome by BASIL cheated were Abroad by HIRRUS what poor Orphans here What men long MAURA in one day enjoyes Or the base School-master HAMILLUS boyes Sooner might my Arithmetick avow How many Manors he is Lord of now That when my youthfull beard did trimming crave Correction with his nimble Sizzers gave This loses th' use of shoulders that of thighes He of his hips and he of both his eyes Envy'ng the pur-blind the fresh colour 's fled From 's lips and those with other's hands are fed He at the sight of supper wont to fall A yawning gapes and gapes and that is all So gape young Swallows to bring whose supplies With her mouth full their fasting Mother flyes But losse of all his members equalls not His losse of senses that hath quite forgot His servants names nor his friend's count'nance knows Nor who 't was supt with him last night nor those He got and bred though now his Will declare Them strangers making PHIALE his heir For her warm breath a trick that she did use For many years together in the Stewes But if he have his senses yet he must Be forc't to lay his Children in the dust With his fair Sister's ashes fill an Urn Give order for the fire too that must burn His Brother's body and his dearest Wife This penance all must doe that have long life They must new fun'rals of their house behold And in perpetuall grief and blacks grow old King NESTOR did if faith to thee we give Great HOMER neerest to the Raven live Blest sure to be so many ages old That he his years upon his right hand told And drank so oft wine in the Must but stay A while before you judge and mark I pray How he complain's of Fates too kinde decrees Of too much thread they spun him when he sees His son ANTILOCHUS his beard on fire He then of all about him did inquire What 't was should him to so long life ingage What he had ever done deserv'd that age So PELEUS raves for his ACHILLES slain He for ULYSSES wandring on the main PRIAM Troy safe had his last progresse made In state unto ASSARACUS his shade HECTOR his subjects weeping and forlorn With all his brothers had the body born CASSANDRA first her fun'ral tears had spent And then POLIXENA her garments rent If he had dy'd before his son's foule guilt Ere wanton Paris his bold ships had built What did long life conferre a sight o th' fall Of Asia fire and sword destroying all Then for his

such moderation as that he neither lived poor in hope to dye rich nor exceeded the measure of his purse either at his Feasts or Sacrifices He was bred up a Rhetorician and arrived to that perfection in his Art that where he writes of any thing handled by former Orators he addes new matter and form more delightfull and more usefull to the world but where he ends it will be hard to show another since his time that ever raised upon his grounds any considerable superstructure He is an Author of so clear and supreme a Judgement that no other did ever make choice of nobler Arguments nor writ so many Maxims or Sentences that like the lawes of nature are held sacred by all Nations He was a Judge of manners so incorrupted that his Enemy though favourite to Caesar and the Court-Informer could not find matter against him for a charge of defamation In short he was a Politician for the benefit of Mankind disguising Morality under the vizzard of a Satyr for which he had his warrant from Plato in these words 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 It is the highest point of Science to be yet not to seem a Philosopher and to do serious things in jest Thus divine Plato the scourge of Hypocrites that calls it the greatest injustice when a man seems just and is not so approves of this Philosophical dissimulation whereby the vulgar laughing at Vice and Folly are cozened into Wisdome and Virtue in this Mystery no Artist ever came near to Juvenal that with the bitter-sweetnesse of his Satyrs not like Philip's 'Prentice but like Galen himself cures the most desperate Patients by pleasure opening the way to recovery To justifie this Character I could bring a Catalogue of witnesses all great Authors of his time or ours but that I may not detain you too long in the Portico of his work these out of many shall suffice In the first place his Rhetorick-Master Quintilian enumerating the Latine Satyrists admires Lucilius praises Horace honours Persius then adds but after all these we have Juvenal a greater elegancy I observe not in all the works of that learned Orator marshalling his Scholar then living in his true place among the Satirysts last in time and first in merit The next is Martial that sends him a present of nuts with this Epigram the monument of his Eloquence De nostro facunde tibi Juvenalis agello Saturnalicias mittimus ecce nuces Caetera lascivis donavit poma puellis Mentula custodis luxuriosa dei Eloquent Juvenal I send to thee Saturnalitian Nuts my store you see The wanton God my Ortyard-keeper trades With fruit and gave the Apples to the Maids To come from the Romans to the best of our modern Censors Julius Caesar Scaliger sets his mark upon PERSIUS for an affected and fantastick writer boasting an aguish kind of Learning ambitious to be read yet not desirous to be understood though now decyphered to a tittle whereas Juvenal is eloquent and clear absolutely the Prince of Satyrists so exact in all he writes that nothing is censurable by the Criticks Then comparing him with Horace he calls him a jeerer content to give his Satyres the title Sermones Discourses inserting some loose sentences as it were in common talk yet studied not regarding how his Verses ran but so that he spake pure Latine his work was done In Juvenal all things are quite contrary when he is in fury he assaults and kills his style is extreme handsome wherein together with the purest Latine he hath the happiness of incomparable Transitions his Verse is far better then Horace his sentences nobler he speaks things more to life and comparing the Roman Satyrists Scaliger concludes that Juvenal is to be preferred before Horace by as many degrees as Horace is to be preferred before Lucilius To which Censure J. Lipsius makes these Additionalls Who can be displeased to see Juvenal preferred before Horace by Scaliger the Father that in my opinion among the many excellent judgements he hath given never pronounced a greater truth certainly he passed a just sentence for Juvenal in heat sublimity and freedome which are essential to a Satyr he goes far beyond Horace He searches Vice to the quick reproves cryes out upon it now and then he makes us laugh but very often mixes bitter jests and writing to M. Muretus Lipsius tells him that in the publick reading of Juvenal he did well seasonably for if any Times ever needed a Satyr ours do and in Satyr none so fit as Juvenal to rectifie the Manners of Men. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MY VERY GOOD LORD HENRY Lord Marquesse of DORCHESTER Earl of KINGSTON Viscount NEWARK Lord PIERREPONT and MAUNVERS MY LORD WHen your Lordship laid your commands upon me to interpret JUVENAL it was an honour I beheld with fear for though I knew him to be one of the greatest Classick Authors yet I doubted I should not find him the easiest because I then heard of no man that had attempted to put him into any other language But Obedience to your Lordship carried me through all the difficulties of my first Translation and from the good successe of that answerable to the event of all things acted according to your Lordship's judgement I was incouraged to copy him a-new out of his exactest Edition printed afterwards at PARIS to which I have added a large Comment and the Designe of every Satyr in Picture Thus restored to himself and illustrated I presume to bring JUVENAL once more to kisse your Lordship's hand from which I received him like an old ROMAN Coin hard to be read but worthy to be studied by our ablest Antiquaries Truly my LORD if my abilities could have reached the height of my ambition I would have dedicated out of the learning of the GREEKS and ROMANS wherein your Lordship is so great a Master not my interpretation of another but some worke that should have owned me for the Author and treated of such subjects as your Lordship daily reads but since I cannot what I would I acquiesce in what I can it shall be happinesse enough for me after the learned Authors of Sciences and Commentators upon Lawes have taken up your more reserved time if my Author may entertain your houres of recreation which I would not promise to my self but that he DELIGHTS with PROFIT For your Lp's divertisements are more serious then most mens studies your very mirth being observations upon Men and Businesse which your Lordship knowes was the end that JUVENAL aimed at and undoubtedly MORES HOMINUM should at first have been the Title to his SATYRS if his modesty could have prefixed what I have done out of his own words QUICQUID AGUNT HOMINES But sooner may the Sun let fall his beames upon a solid body without making a shadow then Merit can exist without Detraction No marvail therefore if Envy or Follie have stirred up Enemies against this incomparable Satyrist in severall Ages In his time his Country was exasperated

What Ash-trees Centaurs fling Ixion had issue the Centaurs by the cloud which he imagined to be Juno by his own Wife he had Pirithous Prince of the Lapiths married to Hippodame the Daughter of Oenomaus King of Elis. At this Wedding the Centaures having drunk hard nothing would content them but the Bride attempting to carry her away by force they were fought with and defeated by the Lapiths under the command of Piriibous assisted by his Friend that afterwards went with him down to Hell Theseus In the fight the Centaur Rhetus pluckt up by the rootes and flung at the Lapiths such wilde Ash-trees as Boreas in a storm could hardly blow down The expression is Lucans The battel Ovid most rarely describes Verse 12. Julius Fronto A Tribune by Galba discharged out of the City Cohorts Tacit. lib. 16. After this exauctoration Fronto lived in Rome most nobly his House and Gardens being free for all that would read their works as well for meanest Poetasters Codrus and Cluvienus as for the noblest Poets Juvenal Statius and Martial that in an Epigram to Fronto stiles him Clarum militiae Fronto togaeque decus Fronto thou Ornament of warre and peace Verse 13. We have counsel'd Sylla to lay down the Sword To advise Sylla that he should lay down his Commission for Dictator or supreme Magistrate was a Theam or Exercise as common in the Rhetorick Schools when the Scholars were to learn the point of perswasion as it was for their Master to make them deliberate for Hannibal Sat. 7. After the fatal day at Cannae won If he directly should to Rome march on Or to get's weather-beaten forces out Of stormes and lightning wisely wheel about A hard task it would be for the best Rhetorician living to perswade Sylla if he were now alive for that was the case to resigne the sovereign power unless he were such an Orator as could bring arguments to raise the love of Pleasure above that of Ambition and Revenge to all which Sylla was passionately given as you will finde in this Summary of his life Sylla or Sulla was nobly born but till the time of his Questorship he much dishonored the Patrician Family from which he was descended with drinking wenching and acting in private among Stage-players his wit making him an excellent Comedian for it was quick and sharp as you may note from his animadversion upon the letter writ him by Caphis the Phocian advising him not to meddle with the sacred treasure of Delphos because he was told for certain that the God was heard to strike his Lute in the Sanctuary To this Sylla answered That he wondered Caphis understood the god no better for one that is really sad will have no minde to play Tunes and therefore Caphis should not fear to receive that which Apollo parted with so merrily But Sylla was not happier in his jests then he was in serious concerns wherein he had been without a Parallel if his Cruelty had not blemish'd his Fortune He fettered King Jugurth defeated Marius destroyed the Government of Cinna proscribed Sulpitius and commanded that Sulpitius his Slave for betraying of his Master should have his neck broken from the Tarpeian rock He beat Mithrydates out of all Europe and Euboea confining him within the limits of his hereditary Kingdome of Pontus At the walls of Rome neer to the Collin Gate he fought a battel where the number of the slain was said to be 80000. Then he entred the City where he gave quarter to 4000 men and when they had delivered up their weapons ordered them to be put to the sword he himself as Seneca reports then siting in Senate within the Temple of Bellona where the Lords being frighted with the shrieks of the dying men he cryed To the business of the day these my Lords are a few seditious Rogues slain by my command He likewise put to death of his own party above 9000. In his first Roll of Proscription he writ down 80000 names in his second List 5000. By his order M. Marius Brother to C. Marius had his eyes dig'd out and was then cut to pieces limb by limb He also slew Carinates Praetor to Marius In short he made not only Rome but all Italy a Slaughter-house He did ill valiantly and was cautious enough to secure himself He knew no fear of Heaven had no Faith no Mercy Four Marian Legions confiding in his false promise and imploring the pitty that never dwelt in him were slain to a man Five thousand Praenestines that had his word for their indemnity he caused to be slain and cast into the fields denying burial to their bodies He drew his sword against women He commanded mens heads to be brought him only to make sport withall The ashes of Marius were dis-urned by his barbarity From the time that he resigned the Dictator-ship until the very hour of his death he recreated himself with Players Fools and Fidlers The day before his death hearing that Granius the Praetor deferred the payment of his vast debts in expectation of Sylla's death he sent for the Praetor to his Chamber and there after he had Rogu'd and Rascal'd him commanded him to be strangled But the fury wherewith he ranted put his body into so violent an agitation that his Imposthume the bed of his lowsie disease broke and all that night strugling for life in his own blood next morning he gave up the Ghost His Epitaph writ by his own hand was to this effect Here lies Sylla the greatest Friend and the heaviest Enemy Plutarch Verse 22. Lucilius The first Latine Poet that writ Satyrs born at Aurunca in Italy a Town famous for Satyrists Lenius Silius and Turnus being all three Auruncanes whereof the last was a Person of great quality and gracious with the two Vespasian Caesars Titus and Domitian In the six and fourtieth year of his age Lucilius died at Naples and was buried at the publick charge Verse 26. Bare-brested Maevia foyls the Tuscan Boar. This may with great reason have the second place among the motives that prevailed with Juvenal to write Satyrs and is as much against nature as the first What a prodigious sight it was for the Romans in their great Show-place the Circus to see a Woman fight with a Boar and of all Italian Boars the Tuscan Boar was the wildest But it seems Maevia was a fiercer Creature and no doubt but Rome would have been astonished if such a Prize had been played in King Numa's dayes when a woman but coming into the Senate-house to plead in her own Cause they sent to the Oracle to know what it portended to the State Plutarch in the life of Numa Verse 28. That with his Sissers Cynnamus the Barber whose Fortunes were raised by his Mistresses to the quality of a Roman Knight with a vast Estate as Juvenal tells us Sat. 10. Sooner might my Arithmatick avow How many Mannors he is Lord of now That when my youthfull beard was grown too grave Correction

Fish for which he takes the 13 Fisherman That waits in hope of the Imperial pay For bringing-in the business of the day Resolved upon the Question that this shoale Of Turbots in one Monster be boild whole The Manners of Men. THE FOURTH SATYR OF JUVENAL The ARGUMENT The Mullet by Crispinus bought Sets off the Turbot that was brought To Court a Rhombus only for The pallat of an Emperor The Senate's call'd and character'd The Fathers to the Fish prefer'd In Caesars Albane Palace sit And pass a Vote for boiling it BEhold CRISPINUS once again held forth And oft I 'll shew him Monster whom no worth Redeems from vice weak only strong in lust Who meerly does the Widow's sweets disgust What matter then how many Porticos Tire his Coach through what Groves in 's Chair he goes Of what land of what houses he 's possess'd Neer to the Forum No bad man is bless'd Much less a Villain that corrupts the good One that with incest cools his sun-burn'd blood For not long since a Vestall he deflowr'd That was alive by th' earth to be devour'd But these are his sleight faults had they been thine The Censor on thy head had set a Fine But what would prove TITIUS and SEIUS base Or brand another must CRISPINUS grace His person 's fouler then his crimes the Slave Who can describe he for a Mullet gave Of six ounce weight six thousand it is said From those by whom great things are greater made I should commend him had it been his drift To win th' old childless man with such a gift To write his name first when he seals his Will There might be further reason in it still Should he this Present for 's great Friend prepare Borne in her closs and large glasse-window'd Chair But no such matter for himself 't was bought We now see feasts that make APICIUS thought Frugall and poor CRISPINE was fish thus dear When thou didst thine own Country Canvas wear He might have bought for less I dare well say The Fisher then the fish a Lordship may Be purchas'd in a Province at that rate In Italy a competent Estate What rarities may we think CAESAR eats When this poor dish scarce miss'd among his meats Had so many Sestertia given for 't Belch't by the purple Buffon of the Court Now Master of the Horse that cri'd of old Stale broken ware and fish of Nilus sold. Begin CALLIOPE let 's sit but sing We may not this is truth no fained thing Then speak Pierian Girls your patronage Give me that call you Girls in your old age When our last FLAVIUS the cow'd world disturb'd When great Rome as his Slave bald NERO curb'd A strange vast Adriatick Turbot lands Where VENUS Fane in Greek Ancona stands It fill'd the Wharfe and stuck a-shore like those The Sun pours from Maeotis where they froze Into the Pontick Sea's dull mouth which grow With lying bound in Ice huge fat and slow This Monster th' owner of the Boat and Lines For our chief Bishop craftily designes For such a Rhombus who dare sell or buy Along the coast Spies thick as Grass-wrack lie Informers that would sue the naked man For taking up a Fugitive that ran From CAESAR'S Vivaries the Ponds that bred The Prodigy where it had long been fed And ought to be return'd to its old Lord. For if PALFURIUS credit we afford Or ARMILLATUS 't is Imperiall food If it be rare and excellently good On whatsoever Billow it be tost This fish was therefore to be giv'n or lost Now sickly Autumn froze the Patient fear'd A Quartan Winter foul and stiffe appear'd What he had caught would keep the Fisher knew Yet he makes haste as if the South-winde blew The Lake past at robb'd Alba he arrives Where still poor Vesta's Trojan fire survives The wondring crowd first stopt him but when they Their admiration satisfi'd gave way The Presence-hinges nimbly turn'd about The fish goes in the Senate wait without 'T is brought to CAESAR thus the Fisher sayes Great Sir what is so huge it would amaze A private Kitchen graciously accept Be this day to thy Genius sacred kept With speed thy stomach clear of common meat And this untill-thy-time-kept-Turbot eat 'T would needs be caught Could any Raskall gloze More plainly yet his Peacocks feathers rose Nothing so gross but will belief incline When that powr's prais'd equals the pow'rs Divine But there 's no Boyler big enough his States He therefore calls to Councell them he hates Whil'st their looks shew the paleness of a great Sad friendship th' Usher cries make haste he 's set First PEGASUS whips on his purple Gown Who was the Bailiffe of th' amazed Town What then were Prefects more whereof the best He was and of our Judges th' honestest And yet his uncorrupted tongue was charm'd In those base times when Justice was disarm'd There likewise did old pleasant CRISPUS meet Whose nature like his eloquence was sweet Could he that Rules th' Earth Seas and People chuse A friend he might with more advantage use If when his thoughts to blood and vengeance move He 'd suffer him his cruelty reprove And that he would his honest Councel hear But what 's more violent then a Tyrant's eare With whom of Spring-windes Rain or Heat his friends Discoursing on a word a Life depends He therefore never swam a stroke to break The Torrent nor durst any Roman speak The truth his soul thought or in doing good Imploy his time he many Winters stood And saw his eighti'th Solstice in this sort At this Guard too lay safely in that Court As old ACILIUS that did next attend With his young Son unworthy of an end So cruel now design'd him by the Prince But old Lords shew'd like Prodigies long since Let me be rather then a man of birth The giants brother th' off-spring of the Earth Poor youth he scap't not though he naked threw His Javelin in the Alban lists and slew NUMIDIAN Lions that Patrician art Who knows not who admires th' old subtill part That BRUTUS acted 't was an easie thing To put a trick upon a bearded King Ignoble RUBRIUS lookes no better sham'd With guilt of a disgrace not to be nam'd Yet was our Pathick Satyrist lesse base MONTANUS his Guts waddle a slow pace CRISPINUS enters sweating Easterne-Gums Enough to serve two Funeralls POMPEY comes A neater cut-throat from whose lips death creeps In whispers FUSCUS that his bowels keeps For DACIAN vultures making war his study In 's Marble-villa wise VEIENTO bloody CATULUS followes that the Lover playd And had a passion for the unseen Maid Our times great Monster a blinde flatterer Whom high-way begging did to Court prefer Fit to run after ARICINE Horses heels And seems to kisse the tumbling Waggon-wheeles None more admir'd the Fish much he did say To 's left hand turn'd when that on 's right hand lay So the Cilicians Sword-play he commended And th' Engin when the Boyes in Clouds ascended VEIENTO

call thee of what ever blood If thou art born to doe thy Country good Rome when thou com'st shall make as loud a shout As Aegypt when OSYRIS is found out But who will honour him that 's Honours shame Noble in nothing but a noble name We call a Lord's Dwarfe Giant a Moor Swan A crooked Maid whose height at thrice we span EUROPA to Dogs that lick dishes dry Mangy and lazy Dogs we Lion cry Panther or Tiger if there be a brute More fierce we give those Curs his Attribute Take heed thou go'st not for a CRETICUS And bear'st the Camerini's title thus Whom do I counsell 't is to thee I speak RUBELLIUS PLAUTUS swolne as they would break With Drusian blood thy veins doe proudly run As if thou had'st some thing of honour done For which the mighty Princess born to shine In all the splendor of the JULIAN line Must needs have teem'd thee and not she that sits On our bleak Mount and for her living knits You are sayes he poor Rogues Plebeian scumme Your Fathers no man knows from whence they come But I am a CECROPIAN bless your Grace And give you joy of your illustrious race Yet in that scumme your Lordship may finde out A poor Plebeian that 's imploy'd about Defending with his learned tongue or pen The Causes of unlearned Noble-men Out of the gowned People doth he rise That reads Law-Riddles and their knots unties In armes this poor Youth at Euphrates stands That with our Standard guards the Netherlands Thou meerly a CECROPIAN art and we Like MERCURY'S old Statue worship thee For other difference no Optick gives But his head 's marble and thy Image lives Tell me thou Trojan Progeny who thinks The Beast is generous whose courage shrinks We praise the Horse that easy'st wins the course And makes the shouting Circus oftest hoarse He 's noble let his breed be what it will Runs best and casts the durt up formost still But they are sold though HIRPIN were their Sire Or CORITHA their Damme that basely tire And lose the match what their fore-fathers won Dyes there no honour is to shadowes done Then bought at low rates slow-feet having got New Masters no more draw a Chariot But with gall'd necks at Waggons tug and gird Or are to NEPOS his Horse-Mill prefer'd That we may therefore you not yours admire First Sir some honour of your own acquire Which we may on their Monuments engrave To whom we pay and you owe all you have Let it suffice that we have said thus much To that proud puff't up Youth Fame speaks him such Full of his Kinsman NERO For 't is rare If mighty fortunes common sense can share But PONTICUS I would not have thee go Upon thy Ancestors past praises so As that to future praise thou should'st not rise Hee 's wretched that on others fame relies When once foundations shrink the Pillars fall The Widdow'd Vine droops at th' Elm's funerall Be a good Souldier a good Guardian be A Judge from favour and corruption free And if in Court thou shalt a Witness stand Though PHALLERIS an untruth should command And dictating a perjury bring in His brazen Bull think it the foulest sin Should'st thou to save thy breath thy honour spend And forfeit for thy life life's chiefest end Death such a man deserves nor lives indeed Though him a hundred Gauran Oisters feed At one meal though the unguents COSMUS us'd In 's brazen Bath be all on him diffus'd When Governor thy su'd-for Province hath At length receiv'd thee bridle in thy wrath Bound Avarice pitty our Associate's groans Behold the marrow squeez'd Kings empty bones Th' Imperial Laws the Senate's Justice note How worth 's advanc'd and how their thunder smote TUTOR and CAPITO for making prize Ev'n of Cilician Pyrates heavy lyes The doom on them but poor man where 's thy ease When PANSA all that NATTA left will seize Thy rags CHAERIPPUS let the Cryer sell Go not to law since thou art us'd so well 'T is madness after all to cast away The Ferry-money that should CHARON pay Not such th' old losses nor so deep the wound When our Allyes in Riches did abound Each House had heaps of Coin Store-houses full Of Coan Silks and Sparta's purple Wool PARRHASIUS his Pictures Ivory brought To life by PHIDIAS Statues MIRON wrought Or POLYCLET did in each corner wait And scarce a Table but had MENTOR'S plate Thus th' unjust Governour ANTONIUS here Feathers his Nest and DOLABELLA there Thus VERRES did by sacriledge increase And stole aboard his ships the spoils of Peace Now friends to Rome a Yoke of Oxen feed Or some few Mares which they reserve for breed Out of whose Pasture ev'n the Bull or Horse The Father of their Stock Tax-masters force Their Lares and whatsoe're doth handsome look If 't be their only Cottage God 't is took And such a toy the Provinces doe call Their greatest wealth and may for 't is their All. Perhaps thou slightst and mayst securely slight Oild Corinth Rhodes that was not fram'd to fight For soft thigh'd men if pressures should provoke How can smooth rosind Youth shake off the yoke ' Ware Spanish foot French horse oppress not thus Illyrian Sea-men Reapers feeding us That at Circensian Races spend our time And Stage-playes But what gains so base a crime When MARIUS late left Africa so bare However let it be thy Master-care That poor and stout men no great wrong receive Though thou tak'st Gold and Silver thou wilt leave Helmets and Javelins to revenge their harms And Swords and Shields the plunder'd will find armes Not my own sense I speak for truth I plead Believe it Lords a Sibyl's Leafe you read If virtuous Friends and Servants with thee dwell If no fair Minion thy tribunall sell If no insatiate Wife run up and down Through ev'ry Country and to ev'ry Town Bending her crooked tallons to lay hold Like a fierce Harpy on a prey of Gold Then bring thy birth from PICUS or do'st love Great names take all the Giants that fought JOVE PROMETHEUS himself thy Father make Progenitors from any Story take But if rash pride and lust thy soul provoke If in the Subjects blood thy Rods be broke If thou delight'st to see the Beadle tyr'd Th' axe blunted the Nobility acquir'd By thy great Parents stands against thy claim And holds a glorious Torch before thy shame Each crime is so conspiciously base As he that sins is great in birth or place To me thy Ancestors how can'st thou boast When to the Temples which they built thou go'st To forge a Will their spirits to affront While their triumphall Statues look upon 't Or how when nightly thy adult'rous blood Conceals it's blushes in a French fools-hood Where his fore-fathers bones and ashes ly In 's Coach fat DAMASIPPUS hurries by And though now Consull with huge iron Stayes Strikes a Choach-wheel himselfe in down-hill wayes By night indeed but yet the Moon discryes And Stars bear