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A01793 A mastif vvhelp and other ruff-island-lik currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes Which bite and barke at the fantasticall humorists and abusers of the time. Goddard, William, fl. 1615. 1616 (1616) STC 11928; ESTC S105740 29,979 84

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be With ev'rie beast of 's kinde his Eye doth see Soe likewise Lustus doth but Lord t is strange That man should out of reasons boundes soe raunge The Horse is yong and full of strength his vaines A beaste hee has noe reason to guide's raines But hee 's a man hee should be soe at leaste And rul'd with reason deff'rent from a beaste An aged man a man gray-hair'd olde Whose withered-shrinkimg Vaines must needes be colde Whose partched bodie 's from all moisture drie Yet sildom times he sees a Wench passe by But hee with badd intent goe to hir must To quench what should hee quench a diuelsh Lust. Oh beastelie man the beastli'st beast wee finde If quencht in Corpes ne're thirsteth in his minde Satire 53. KAmatus being sicke through too much drincke That hee should die the holie man did thinke And being more then halfe resolu'd to die This Epitaph he fram'd as hee did lie KAmatus once a Pearle in each girles Eie Now mortiefi'd here dus that worthie Lie Of louing Parents first I tooke my name But now to Children I will leaue the same Of s●ymie Earth this flesh first tooke his frame It now retornes to Earth from whence it came As for my soule Oh she in great delight In post to Heauen with Ioye shee makes hir flight This framed once then downe againe hee lies And turnes about makeing as though he dies With 's Eyes close shutt a while he faste dus winke When op'ning them cries whores fill me more drinke Satire 54. YOu Cryttiekes which inuectiuely do write To you whose pennes soe bitterly doe bite To yon I speake of you I aske but why You how rely doe great Lordings soe belie You prate how Lordes vn-mann'd are in this age You saie't is well if they haue but a page Come prating Parretts let your tatlings cease And let but this susfice to make you peace Doe not they Woemen keepe which eu'rie yeare More costly are then e're old blew-coates were For euery man their Graundsires kept before These keepe three woemen for 't or rather more Contrariewise 't was neuer seene i th' Land As now they are the woemen halfe soe man'd Recount but these you lauish writers large And you shall finde they are at treble charge Satire 55. THere is noe Land vppon Earthes Center knowen Like th' English soyle soe wond'tous wealthy growne That Ieuwell which all Nations holdes soe deare Wee treade in durt not caring for it here Why what 's Plaine dealing some this Iem●n dus h●ld A Ieuwell farr in prise surpassing gold But wee it seemes o'rcloyd with it of late Hold and esteeme it at a straunge lowe rate Soe lowe a rate that 't is fetcht from 's soe fast As much I feare all wil●e fetcht at at laste Satire 56. VErbositus at wordes from Latine caru'd Dus snatch as if his wittes were hunger-staru'd And well hee dus for faith soe leane 't is growne That from Annotomie 't is hardly knowne It is soe weake as truelie I protest Fine phrase retoricall't will not disgest Harke Would by-wise by good wordes all appli'd The Asse to be a foole by 's owne tongue 's tri'd Then if th' art wise thy tongue hath thee beli'd Satire 57. A Waie with him quoth gold-daub'd Thamaccus His speechles silence shewes he is an Asse A Dunce you see that knowes not how to looke Some braine-beater or porrer on a booke Tell him ath ' mounting Faulcons braue made flight Or what mouth'd hound makes huntsmen best delight Discourse to him of which Dogg made a faulte How Thunder spent or what made Tyndall hault Awaie awaie awaie with senceles blockes Farr better 't is to tell it vnto stockes Thus sh'wes Sir Gold-cold-witted Asse his skill And floutes the Poore-ritch-minded scholler still Satire 58. BEfore I marrie'd was to my fayre wife Oh Lord how solitarie was my life But nowe to be pertaker of my sporte Gallants to my house as to a Courte resorte One cause he would acquinte himselfe with mee Takes his occasion my fine Nagg to see Another comes to heare my Kennells crie The thirde perhapps to see my Fawlcon flye Oh! who would not gett apreettie wenche too 's wife That hates to leade a sollitarie life Satire 59. PVsa is gott with childe Sam doe not flatter But speake had'st not a finger in the matter It was Ill hand'led Samwell for in truth The wench saies none but Samwell is the youth Pox on 't Sam Cradles forth ' childe to sleepe With Candles Soape Wasshing will grow deepe Besides all this but this is to thy grace In white-sheet thou must waite a Sermons space Faith Sam what luck had'st thou soe well to speede As to be graced for thy Maisters deede Satire 60. WHen Dick for want of druncken mates growes sicke Then with himself to worke goes faithfull Dick. The butt'rie dore t'ymselfe he shutteth close That done then goes the pott straight waies to 's nose A health quoth noble Dick each Hogshead than Must seeming pledge this honest faithfull man But straight from kindnes Dick to humors growes And then too th' barrels he his valour showes Throwing about the cupps the potts glasses And railes ath ' Tunns calling them druncken Asses From this to kindnes hee dus come and then A freshe a drinking Richard fales agen Ne're ceasing this same faithfull coyle to keepe T●ll vnder th' Hogshead he falls fast a sleepe Satire 61. AS Boastus all alone in 's Hall did walke Thus to himfelfe did Boastus brauely talke Oh! that old Troye quoth he had bene vnsack't I would I trowe haue made the Gretians pactr And this right arme the Troians would haue founde Should soone haue beat the Gretians from theire ground And then his sworde about his heade he flasheth Ah hah quoth he then the postes he slasheth Then straight he wisheth for great Charlemayne Or for that neuer conqer'd Tamberlayne Oh! Earth disgorge thy selfe of Allexander I long to fight quoth he with that Commaunder Good Grandam let them but appeare in sight That they may once but taste of this armes might And then againe too 's flashing worke he goes Wishing that all those postes were dead●y foes Would here were Roman Ceasar Romes great King Ifaith quoth he I 'de make his Cox-combe sing And then he foines strikes without all staie Stooles Chaires Formes bordes or what else is in 's waie Still executing's wrath vppon those men Till's angrie wife came in and rescu'd them For in shee came and in her hand a Ladle With which shee swing'd him well about the nodle And why alas he rockt not well the cradle Satire 62. MEtamorphiz'd Mick where 's thy Target man What chaung'd into a lisping Ladies fann Is dubb a dubb Bellonas warlike noates Chaung'd to fa la la streind through shrill Evnukes throates Art turn'd from grimm-face't Mars his valiaunce To smiling Venus hir tempting daliaunce Me thinkes those leggs oft harnest with bright steele To twind with Nimphes weake limmes no