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peace_n	constable_n	justice_n	warrant_n	3,871	5	9.8211	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20460	The philosophers satyrs, written by M. Robert Anton, of Magdelen Colledge in Cambridge	Anton, Robert, b. 1584 or 5.	1616 (1616)	STC 686; ESTC S104412	38,539	96

and vice with some base Players tongue When vertue shall command like Orpheus strings Euen senselesse stones to follow when he singes The musicke of the soule that sweetly sounds The meanes of honor and the vertuous grounds Of our well fingered actions and snall tell In Oracles how our best acts excell The worst of enuie though her toadelike wombe Burst in her venom euen within our tombe Then since great Prince that time must bring you rage To act one part vpon this earthly stage Oh let your vertuous actions keepe such meane As Angels may applaud your lifes best Sceane Which you shall doe by acting what is good That when your riper yeeres haue vnderstood That the chiefe seate of honour is the hart Diffusing motion to each princely part And like the soule whom Schooles hold all in all In euery member is essentiall Compleate and vndiuided not begot Of Thales element to die and rot Then your experience with confession ioynd Shall hold that practick vertue of the mind Is your best summum bonum and not stroule To Platoes fain'd Ideas of the soule Or Epicures sect whose happinesse Their Schooles maintain'd to be voluptuousnesse And not in fortune that all power can Or Stoicall necessitie in man Or in this later heresie that growes That the best bonum countes the best of clothes But vertue put to action which doth keepe And put a waking difference from sleepe And drowsinesse in vertue which though good If ne're in action ne're is vnderstood These cautions make you worthy of this starre When others onely heare of Iupiter That your bright honour euer may appeare And moue within an vnecclipsed Spheare But now I mount vnto the Souldiers starre Some Cannon fire my pen to rage and warre TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE THE EARLE OF ESSEX BARON OF EWE R. A. wisheth all grace with heauen and earth Of Mars ♂ NOble Lord Themistccles desired the art of obliuion I the practick of memorie whose hell and heauen presentiue facultie cannot produce a fairer forme of eternitie then in the vnimitable Idea of your Mars borne honourable Father the best of his fortunes I could wish were traduced to you and the best of his actions deseruing a fixt constellation as totally diffused through euery noble veine of your Honour as the best part of your essence is in your bodie the contemplatiue part of time admits not a fairer prospectiue of Honour The character of Mars is but his counterseit and I could wish it yours by adoption Arts and Armes should be like hypocrates twinnes reciprocall in their first ingredience and borne together with a most sweet and louing sympathie The merit of a Souldier and a Scholer hates poligamie and are but one flesh I know you are nobly tutored in the one and I could wish you Laurcated in the other The poyson of the times hath no better Antidote then vertue the least doze of it makes honor nobly preseruatiue I haue here prescribed it and may it worke in you his phisicall operation my dutie bound to the stricktest and most peremptorie remembrance of your Honour administers this diet disgest and be a long liude patient it is the Souldiers cordiall and a Noble restoratiue Your Honours humble deuoted Robert Anton. THE PHILOSOPHERS FOVRTH Satyr of Mars ♂ WHat by his nature moues and would aspire Vnder this Planet borrowes his hot fire What horrid furie bursts his chaines in hell And frights the earth doth in this Planet dwell Blood death and tragick stories Mars doth yeeld A Golgotha of graues whose purple field Died crimson with his fatall massacres Craues bloodie inke and Scarlet Characters A pen that like a bullets force would reele A marble conscience or a hart of steele But not of battels or that Sanguine flood That at Phillipi Brutus stain'd with blood Nor of that cruell and Barbarian warre Wherein two Kings sign'd by a blazing starre To a prodigeous death such horror wonne As with amazement frighted Christendome Nor of that bloodie siege and tragicall Made famous by our English Generall That in our age fell in the Belgian warres When like an Ocean with red Massacres The moorish earth did tide vp ore the brim As if the center did 'gainst nature swim But to another Posterne drils our Muse Marching in martiall Satyrs of abuse Tell me thou ragged man of Armes that weares Onely thy Passe for seruice many yeeres And by each pettie Constable conueide As if thy wounds in peace were greater made With Headboughes and Beadles then grim warre Could through a groue of Pikes launch in so farre Why are thy scars bought with such pretious cost So tortured by a sencelesse whipping post But a more grosser time that cannot see In peacefull times what want of Souldiers be The dull Athenians offered sacrifice To Mars when warres began to tyranize But when the furie of stearne warre did cease His hallowed Altars lay vntoucht with peace Souldiers are Saints in steele Gods in their beauers Ador'd like Esculapius in hot Feauers Of blood and warre but when their steele-coates rust And their bright armes ore-cast with peacefull dust Behould you sonnes of thunder th' end of all Are Vsurers almes and a poore Hospitall Let Sacars Culuerings and Cannons sound In honour of their bones and rock the ground With all your deafning terrors for behold The Balsum for your wounds are rich mens gold Powder the world with wonder and thus crie The Camel now may passe the needles eie The Iewish age growes holy and precise And builds a Sinagogue to sacrifice Their charitable surfets when they die That liuing whipt away bright charitie You hacksters flesht in bleeding Massacres Thinke on your maimed stumpes your powerfull stars That worke this operation in prowde man Misers liue Iewes and die as Christian That el e in peace had laid as if forlorne The bitter subiect of the ages scorne The Stockfish to seuerest Iustices Beaten to death with warrants of the peace And good behauiour martred with the rage Of Constables whose furie can asswage Nothing but night and wine that all things steepe In the deepe Lethe of the god of sleepe For seest thou not thou man of othes and harmes When Mars makes holliday and allth ' Allarmes Of your Rock-braining Engins are strooke dumb By bright Astreas charmes and Vnion How armes are banisht to his yron Mines And time growne banquerout of those disciplines That martial Pyrrhus to his Souldiers red Or'e the braue Romans in Phalanges led That then who cares for Souldiers but forgot In warres they lose their limbes in peace they rot As if our blessings had so sure a Creed Ne're to vse Souldiers for we scorne their need Or doth our carelesse peace like Scipio deeme Neuer lesse sole then when it sole doth seeme Without a Souldiers strong Atlantick power That on his shoulders props that starrie bower And fabrick of a State as if a Lethargy Had silence't vp th' eternall memory Of Norris Veare and valiant Willobee That