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A03680	A medicinable morall, that is, the two bookes of Horace his satyres, Englyshed accordyng to the prescription of saint Hierome. The wailyngs of the prophet Hieremiah, done into Englyshe verse. Also epigrammes. T. Drant. Perused and allowed accordyng to the Quenes Maiesties iniunctions; Satirae. English	Horace.; Drant, Thomas, d. 1578?	1566 (1566)	STC 13805; ESTC S104229	80,461	194

do goe Feared and muche addrad of theues and losels loose of lyfe Not fearde of those that pilfer not nor broche no brabling stryfe Admit thou warte a naughtie packe as dyuers other be I am not one that doth promote why arte thou frayde of me My verses geue no gase from walls ne yet in tauernes flye Not ●●gille nor such alecunners my woorkes do ouerprye I shew them but to veray frendes and at their greate requeste Not to eche hobb nor euery where sum be that thincke it beste Their quaynte deuyses to proclame in market fayre and marte To reade them graue sounde them braue and to vnfoulde their arte Such pleasure haue pryde practisers who do it not to mende Nor learne a decencie in thinges for no such honest ende A malliperte a merchaunte I of mallyce thou wilte say I vse this talke whence issude this gainste me that thou doste lay Or which of my companions hath this instilde to the Who pincheth at his frende not preste or if he burdned be Doth not alleuyate his blame who scoffes to make men smyle Who plyes for to be plausible and doth his flowtinge file Who can inuente things neuer mente who nothynge can conceale Such one is naughtes beware of him and naughte to him reueale Sumtymes at table thou shalte see a dosen more or lesse Eche séekynge eche ort wharte the thums with tauntes and tearmes to dresse Their hoste they spare for manner sake till Bacchus tyde be vp Then out muste all mine hoste myne hoste is scande at euery cup. Rayling thou hates yet doste thou coumpte raylers but mery men Good felowes francke and free of speache If I haue iested then A Rufills taste Gorgonies smell two paragons of pryde I am no freatinge ghoste therfore nor slaundrouse all things tryde If chaunce we talke of Petills pranckes how he from tower stole A massye péece of bullion golde to twyne thy tale in hole Thou shapes it thus as is thy trade Petille I know him well I haue sum cause to speake for him for he and I did dwell Of childerne little in one house my fellow and my frende Much hath he done for me at tymes I founde him euer kynde And yet I maruayle how he coulde rub out this trespasse so Lo here a craftye postles parte loe here a Logille lo Ha false malignaunte wreaking minde this vyce I do expell As cancre freate from hearte and booke moste true it is I tell For certaintie I lyke it not then lycence me the more To gesse aloufe not hard to scratche but clawe about the sore My father he did vsuallie dehorte me from this sin By manifolde examples which through talke he woulde bringe in Still warning me not to ingrate nor séeke not much to lyue But thryftylie contentedly enioye that he would geue Maiste thou not see younge Alba now how he is cumde to naughte Backbyting Bar most begge●like ▪ Ingrayle them in thy thoughte Two presidents that thou ne shouldste thy fathers good mispende But when he woulde dehorte from loue his talke was to this ende Dissemblable to Sectans sorte no brothelmonger be Kepe wedlocke chaste let Trebons name be warninge vnto thee The wyse men with their moralls sage by reason coulde the guide Suffyseth me that I can geue such counsayle as I tryde And if my sawes in time take place for teacher haste thou none When groweth and yeares shall make the man youthes shipwracke will be gone Thus woulde he turne my plyant youth and what he wilde in worde For patterne he woulde bid me marke the lyfe of sum good Lorde So if he woulde inhibit me this is no godly déede My sonne sayth he and here vppon sum foule reporte will breede For euen like as when neighbours dye the sickmans chaunging luste For feare doth stay and is contente to cum to dyet iuste So skillesse youth to see defame of others may take héede And slip not into vyces snare nor listen to her réede Hereby I stayed my tempting age and did no haynouse sin In easye crymes and veniall I haue bene trapped in And these no doubte wil wayne awaye and ebb as they did ryse By helpe of yeares by frendes reproofe and by myne owne aduyce As I lye in my bed sumtymes on matters thus I muse Thrifte would do thus righte doth diswade that I shoulde thus me vse Thus coulde I make my chearfull frendes this was a foolishe parte Was I so fondlye ouerseene a foole sone flings his darte Thus do I mutter in my mynde Ere whyle at cardes I play A faulte amongste the meaner faultes forgeue me Thou saieste nay Then Poets all preas on preas on helpe at a pinche no dreede We be so ryotouse a route who sayes but we shall spéede As Iewes do measure all by myghte that none dare them forsake So we by number will men force in league with vs to take ❧ THE FIFTE SATIRE whiche the Poet had written of his iorneying to and fro wholye altered by the translator FRende Horace thoughe you maye me vse as to translate your verse Yet your exployte I do refues at this tyme ●o reherse Not euery tricke nor euery toye that floweth from your braine Are incident into my p●n nor worthie of my paine If all be true that sum surmyse for dyuers thincke it good To haue discriude the clatteringe broyles of Mauors raging wood Or for to know the climats hye to clym vnto the skyes To view the starres their placing éeke and how they set and ryse Or for to reade the quiddityes and queerks of logique darke To heare the babblinge sophisters how they for naughte can barke Or for to wryte things naturall thinges misticall and geason The harmonie of elements how they accorde by reason To sterte vp in astrologie the casuals of men To limit and forlote by arte to shew by whom and when Thinges were conueyde and to erecte through what aspecte and why Pompey abroad Cesar at home were fortuned to dye To tell how man a creature of reasonable mynde Is sociable apte and fitt to companie by kynde To read the sacred histories of man how he began How firste he f●ll through whome he fell what of him selfe he can To learne the helpes of holye tongue the doctors to peruse To course the schoolmen as they ●ye and Horace to refuse Those cacklinge pyes that vse to prate so much againste humanytye Are commonly the lewdest dawes and skillesse in diuinitie The antique fathers vsde it much thapostle doth the same Now all muste downe in pullinge downe that fooles may get a name Som innouation must be made or chaunge of vsed things Needes muste there be when all woulde passe and all woulde needes be kynges Moyses in writinge his fyue bookes confearde with prophane tyme Yet fewe or none that I haue harde appeached him of cryme From Egipte we may borow stil it neuer was forbed So it be for the weale of man and glory of our God To

sparde Iacobs fayre blasyng bowers So shoke he downe of Iudas chylde her fortresses and towers Through glowyng furye to the soyle the kyngdome he prophainde And wreakde for state the royall wyghtes that ouer it had raignde What so was in all Israell of passynge price and grace He marde it quite turnyng his hande backe from the enmies face He kyndled vp in Iacobs sonns a wastefull flashe of fyre Which consumde all thynges rounde about as it were in a gyre He bent his bowe in foyshe guyse and further lyke a foe He stretchde his arme what so was fayre or of muche beautie lo In tabernacle of Tsyon he dyd it all deuoure And stockmeale lyke● to many flames his wrathes he dyd out powre The Lorde hymselfe was nowe a foe he flonge great Iacob downe Flung strong wals down huge rāpirs down and bulwarkes of the towne Fylde Syon full of heartie griefe appallynge all her ioye His tente as it a gardeyne were tramplynge he dyd destroye He stroyde his folke he rasde theyr feastes and sabbothes out of mynde In Tsyon To their kynges and priestes through Ire he is vnkynde The Lorde hath lefte his altar and hath cursde whiche ones he bleste He gaue vnto the enmies handes suche houldes as were the beste The prophane flocke within Gods house in mockerye dyd crye As in theyr sacred Sabboth once thelecte dydde synge on hye Resolude was he to thwacke downe walles to euen theim with the flore And not to turne his hande from waste theyr rampyre mournde therfore The battred wall prostrate dyd fall flatte leuelde to the grounde The earthe supte vp the gorgious gates their yron barres so sounde He knapte in twayne mongste Heathens are her Kynges and puissant peares The lawe is not the Prophetes nowe from Goddes mouthe nothynge heares Fayre Tsyons elders in the lande sytte downe in silence deepe Theyr heade yrubde with ashes pale theyr corps styll dydde they kepe In sacke clothe wrapte Hierusalem thy virgins freshe and fayre Doo hange theyr heades with poutynge lookes as caste away with care My streamyng eyes dissolue to naught my belchyng bowels rumble My lyuer pyckte vp through great force tremblyng on grounde dyd tumble Suche was my pitie towardes myne because my babes dyd faynt And sucklynges tawmed in the streetes through pyne dyd them attaynt Ofte cryed they to theyr mothers sadde where is theyr wyne or breade Lyke wounded wightes throughout the streetes they sounded in eche stede Unbodyinge theyr sely soules vppon theyr mothers lappes What should I name to what should I resemble thy myshappes O daughter of Hierusalem what myght I beste compare To thee O myne O Tsyons chylde to mitigate thy care Lyke droppes in hougie tomblyng waues thy flockynge troubles greue the. Ai me myne owne good gyrle dere God who shall releue thee False prophetes blearde thyn eies with lies who woulde not playnly tell Thy synnes to thee to penitence that they myght thee compell They scanned theyr lewde prophecies and reasons false woulde geue Why thou shouldste draw in captiue yoke and longe in bondage lyue At the chylde of Hierusalem all those that passed by Dyd clap theyr handes and nod their heades and fauntyngly say Why Is this the towne so perfecte buylt the Paragon of hewe The ioye of all the worlde so wyde that gaue the gladsome shewe Gaynst the all foes dyd ope theyr mouthes with vyle reproches fraight And hyssde and gnashde and cryed marche on Lette vs deuoure her straight This is the daye the wyshed daye we haue her found and sene The lorde hath done what in his minde of longe tyme erste hath bene Fulfilde hath he his greate beheste forspoken long before Hauoke made he in all excesse of nothinge made he store He stirde thy foes to laughe at the and thy yll willers all By his sole meanes did mounte aloofe as thou from hye didste fall Theire hartes abrayded to the lorde O wall of Syon towne Forthe of the fludgates of thyne eyes let fluddes of teares run downe Unceassauntlye do way all reste the apple of thyne eye Applye it still with moister still take heede it neuer drye Aryse praise him in silente nighte prayse him in earlye day Power oute thyne harte to him as thou wouldste water power awaye Lifte vp thyne handes to god that sittes in empyre and in seate That he maye helpe thy babee for faynte with pyne in euerye streate See o lorde see consyder well with home thou hast delte O And shall the mothers eate their yonge why lorde and shall they so Shall they thus grinde with teeth the fleshe that from their fleshe did ryse Their children scase a full span longe the preistes and prophetes wyse Be murdered yea in thyne owne house alas and shall they dye Both yonge and olde through all the stréetes Uppon the could grounde lye My virgins and my youthfull Brutes are fallen with stroke of sworde Thou haste them kilde and sparde not one ▪ in day of moodye worde Thou calste as in a solemne day my terrors rounde about And in that day such was thy ire not one on lyue got oute Those that by me were choyslye fed and tenderlye vp broughte Are all consumde woes me consumde and vanishde all to naughte ¶ The third Chap. I Am that wighte that abiecte wighte whiche mine owne neade haue seene Whilste that the massie rod of God vppon my backe hath bene He tooke me and conducted me to darknes not to lighte Turnde gainste my quite all daye his hāde he turnde againste me righte He filde my skin and fleshe with ●elde and brusde my bones in small He buylte in gyre and compaste me with trauaile and with gall Bestowinge me in darkesum shades as one forlorne for aye Inuironing me rounde about leste I shoulde scape awaye And pressinge downe with pondrouse gyues my féete whiche els mighte flye He will not heare me when to him besechinglye I crye He hath forestopde my pathes with stone and crokde my wayes a syde He was a rampinge beare in waite a Lyon dyre vnspyde My waies he staied and nie dismaide of hope he made me bare He bente his bow and for his shaftes a marke he set me fare He causde his quyuer arrowes kéen my raynes for to assay I was a mocke to all my folke their sonnett all the daye Woormewood my drincke he ballasde me with balefull bitternes He brake my téethe and ashes gaue to féede me in distresse All reste disharboured from my soule my wealthe slipte out of minde My strengthe is gone in god quod I no further hope I fynde I beare in mynde the stertlinge panges the woormewood and the gall Freshe freshe ingraued in my soule my courage downe doth fall Nathlesse this vnderpropte my soule that truste coulde neuer quaile Goddes grace makes vs not to reuelte his mercy cannot faile A wounder woorker is our God beleue in him will I God is my part so sayde my soule I looke for him from hye The lorde is good to those