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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09495	Aulus Persius Flaccus his Satires translated into English, by Barten Holyday Mr of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford; Works. English	Persius.; Holyday, Barten, 1593-1661.	1616 (1616)	STC 19778.5; ESTC S120195	34,691	70

People thou maist lend Thy spungie sucking eares but to no end Seeme not more then thou art neither beleeue The ignorant applause base Coblers giue Liue with thy Selfe and quickly thou shalt see The curtal'd store of thy bare povertie THE FIFT SATIRE IN FORME of a Dialogue The Speakers Persius Cornutus Argument Cornutus praise Philosophie Oppos'd desires true Libertie P. OVr Poets vse to wish they had large lunges And a whole hundred voices mouths and tongues When they would write a buskin'd Tragedie To be yawn'd out with the sad Maiestie Of a Tragedian or describe the high Braue-minded Parthian pulling from his thigh A hooke-like bearded dart C. Why speak'st Thou thus And heapest vp such vast robustious And swelling lines that Thou Thy Selfe dost need A hundred throates if thou'dst attaine indeed The end which such endeavours tend to Rather Let Them who 'le write some Loftie matter gather Clouds off of Helicon to whom the pot Of Progne or Thyestes shall grow hot Of which the fond Tragedian Glyco must Oft make his supper But Thou neither dust Puffe from thy mouthes full bellowes much vaine winde The whil'st the matters boiling in thy minde Thy fordge nor with an inward murmuring Hoarsly crow-like caw'st out some idle thing ● know not what nor dost Thou striue to stuffe Thy swelling cheekes to breake 'hem with a puffe Thy words are words of peace and accurate Thy stile thy mouth not swolne but moderate Smooths out thy numbers Thou canst touch to th'quicke Pale manners and with an ingenuous tricke Strike a crime Through And Hence indeed from Crimes Doe Thou draw still the subiect of Thy rimes And leaue the feast made with the feete and head Of Plysthenes woefully murthered At sad Mycenae and doe Thou descrie The Peoples banquets full of Luxurie ● Surely I striue not that My leafe may rise Wi●h swelling bubbles of vaine fopperies ●it to giue weight to smoake We speake retir'd And inwardly I by my Muse inspir'd Heere offer ev'n my secret heart to bee By Thee tri'd fully For I 'de haue thee see Cornutus dearest friend how great a part Of my deare yet divided soule Thou art Knocke on my breast for Thou hast skill to know What soundeth solid and the cover'd shew Of a gilt tongue And oh heere I could craue A hundred voices that how much I haue ●ixt thee within my many-seated breast ●… a pure fluent stile might be express'd ●nd that which now ineffable doth dwell Within my heart in words I heere could tell When first I did begin to leaue to feare ●nder a Master and left off to weare ●…y purple-Coate that still preserved free From violation my weake infancie And when my Golden Bosse I newly had Hung vp to my a To signifie their readinesse and expedition in defence of the hous● which was committed to their tutelary charge succinct House-Gods when bad And st●ttering companions guarded mee When now my White Shield granted Libertie Vnto mine eyes freely to roue throughout The lewd Suburra when I was in doubt Which way to take and when my trembling minde Was by pernicious errour almost blinde Mis-led into divided paths I then Offer'd my selfe to thy Instruction When Thou straightway didst embrace my tender youth In thy Socratique bosome and the truth Of Thy rule well-appli'd skilfull to draw Feeble inclining mindes to reasons law Shewd me intorted manners and my mind Was press'd by reason thoroughly confin'd To learned precepts stroue to be o'recome And tooke a Faire forme from Thy skilfull thombe For I remember oft I with delight Haue spent long daies with Thee and of the Night Haue borrow'd the first howres feasting with Thee On the choise dainties of Philosophie One worke we wrought we rested both one rest Mixing severenesse with a Modest iest For doubt not both our birth-birth-daies ioin'd in one Sure league drawne from one constellation Or the vnchanged Parca weigh'd our time With an ev'n ballance or that first that prime Birth-howre of vs true friends did blessedly Place our embracing fates in Gemini And heavie Saturnes sterne malignitie Was broke by our good Ioues benignitie I knowe not What but sure Some Starre I see Which inwardly disposes me towrds Thee Yet there 's a thousand sorts of men and strange Varietie doth humane actions change Each hath his sev'rall will nor doe All liue With One desire For One his minde doth giue To Merchandizing and with care doth runne Out to the East vnder the rising Sunne To get rough pepper and pale Cummin seed For Romane wares Another loues to feed His panch and then swell with destilling sleepe A third doth Mars-field wrastlings duely keepe A fourth turnes banke-rupt by the desp'rate die A fift growes rotten by damn'd Venerie But when the knottie hand-gout has once broke Their ioynts as th'boughes of some decayed oke Anger and griefe doe then begin a strife Within them for their base and durtie life Now spent when now but now too late they looke Vpon the life they wretchedly forsooke But Thou in learned writings dost by night Grow pale Thou makest it thy chiefe delight To sow yong purged eares with fruitfull truths With good Cleanthes fruit Draw Hence yee youths Yee old men for your selues some Certaine end ●ome helpes from cares your old age to defend To Morrow wee 'le doe this b He brings them in answering for themselues and then be replies a●ine vnto them Alas you 'le doe The same to-morrow ' Why aske we of you ●o much to wit only One Day c Another answere of theirs with his owne reply But when The Third day comes we haue consumed then To-Morrow Yesterday and thus to borrow Of time though yet to come still one To-morrow● Will secretly driue out our Yeares at last When Ev'ry day a New day will be past Never to be recover'd For Thou Wheele Which dost about the Second Axle reele Hindermost maist in vaine striue to o'retake The First still turning forward which doth make Like hast with equall swiftnes though thou bee Hard by it plac'd vnder the selfe-same tree Whos'ever then True Libertie would gaine Let him embrace Philosophie for vaine Is Other freedome Such to wit whereby Any new Publius may familiarly In his the Veline tribe course corne demand By bringing but his Token in his hand O men barraine of truth that thinke they can Make with a Turning a Quiritian Heer 's Dama a base horse-keeper not worth Three halfe-pence a meere sot that can't looke forth From out the mist of Jgnorance and one who 'le lie ev'n for the least occasion For horse-bread whom if 's Master turne about I' th' moment of the Whirling he goes out Straight Marcus Dama The Gods Darst denie To trust one Marcus being suretie Or Marcus being iudge art pale with feare Of Wrong Marcus said it then thou mayst sweare T is true Now Marcus seale the Bond. Oh heer 's Braue Libertie and true which our Cap weares As well as Wee d The