A iustification of a strange action of Nero; in burying with a solemne funerall, one of the cast hayres of his mistresse Poppæa. Also a iust reproofe of a Romane smell-feast, being the fifth satyre of Iuuenall. Translated by George Chapman
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             A iustification of a strange action of Nero; in burying with a solemne funerall, one of the cast hayres of his mistresse Poppæa. Also a iust reproofe of a Romane smell-feast, being the fifth satyre of Iuuenall. Translated by George Chapman
             Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
             Juvenal. Satura 5. English.
          
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             Imprinted at London :
             M.DC.XXIX. [1629]
          
           
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           A
           Iustification
           OF
           A
           STRANGE
           ACTION
           OF
           NERO
           ;
           In
           burying
           with
           a
           solemne
           FVNERALL
           One
           of
           the
           cast
           HAYRES
           of
           his
           Mistresse
           POPPAEA
           .
        
         
           Also
           a
           iust
           reproofe
           of
           a
           Romane
           smell-Feast
           ,
           being
           the
           fifth
           Satyre
           of
           IVVENALL
           .
        
         
           Translated
           by
           
             George
             Chapman
          
           .
        
         
           Imprinted
           at
           London
           by
           THO.
           HARPER
           .
           M.DC.XXIX
           .
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           RIGHT
           VIRTVOVS
           AND
           WORthily
           honoured
           Gentleman
           RICHARD
           HVBERT
           ,
           Esquire
           .
        
         
           SIR
           ,
           Greate
           workes
           get
           little
           regard
           ;
           little
           and
           light
           are
           most
           affected
           with
           height
           :
           
             Omne
             levesursum
             ;
             grave
             deorsum
          
           ,
           you
           know
           ;
           For
           which
           ,
           and
           because
           Custome
           or
           Fashion
           ,
           is
           another
           Nature
           ,
           and
           that
           it
           is
           now
           the
           fashion
           to
           iustifie
           Strange
           Actions
           ;
           I
           (
           vtterly
           against
           mine
           owne
           fashion
           )
           followed
           the
           vulgar
           ,
           and
           assaid
           what
           
           might
           bee
           said
           ,
           for
           iustification
           of
           a
           Strange
           Action
           of
           Nero
           ;
           in
           burying
           with
           a
           solemne
           Funerall
           one
           of
           the
           cast
           hayres
           of
           his
           Mistresse
           Poppea
           .
           And
           not
           to
           make
           little
           labours
           altogether
           vnworthy
           the
           sight
           of
           the
           great
           ;
           I
           say
           with
           the
           great
           defender
           of
           little
           labours
           ,
           
             In
             tenui
             labor
             est
             ,
             at
             tenuis
             non
             gloria
             .
          
           Howsoeuer
           ;
           As
           Seamen
           seeing
           the
           aproches
           of
           Whales
           cast
           out
           empty
           vessells
           ,
           to
           serue
           their
           harmeful
           pleasures
           ,
           and
           diuert
           them
           from
           euerting
           their
           maine
           aduenture
           ;
           (
           for
           in
           the
           vast
           and
           immane
           power
           of
           any
           thing
           ,
           no
           thing
           is
           distinguisht
           ;
           great
           and
           precious
           things
           ,
           basest
           and
           vilest
           serue
           alike
           their
           wild
           and
           vnwildy
           swinges
           )
           so
           my selfe
           hauing
           yet
           once
           more
           some
           worthier
           worke
           then
           this
           Oration
           ,
           and
           following
           Translation
           ,
           to
           passe
           this
           sea
           of
           
           the
           land
           ;
           expose
           to
           the
           land
           and
           vulgar
           Leuiathan
           ,
           these
           slight
           aduentures
           .
           The
           rather
           ,
           because
           the
           Translation
           containing
           in
           two
           or
           three
           instances
           ,
           a
           preparation
           to
           the
           iustification
           of
           my
           ensuing
           intended
           Translations
           ,
           lest
           some
           should
           account
           them
           ,
           as
           they
           haue
           my
           former
           conuersions
           in
           some
           places
           ;
           licenses
           ,
           bold
           ones
           ,
           and
           utterly
           redundant
           .
           Though
           your
           iudiciall
           selfe
           (
           as
           I
           haue
           heard
           )
           hath
           taken
           those
           liberall
           redundances
           ,
           rather
           as
           the
           necessary
           ouerflowings
           of
           Nilus
           ;
           then
           rude
           or
           harmefull
           torrents
           swolne
           with
           head-strong
           showers
           .
           To
           whose
           iudgement
           and
           merit
           ,
           submits
           these
           and
           all
           his
           other
           seruices
           ,
        
         
           
             GEORGE
             CHAPMAN
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           Reader
           .
        
         
           BEcause
           in
           most
           opinions
           of
           translation
           ,
           a
           most
           asinine
           error
           hath
           gotten
           eare
           and
           head
           ,
           that
           men
           must
           attempt
           it
           as
           a
           mastery
           in
           rendring
           any
           originall
           into
           other
           language
           ,
           to
           doe
           it
           in
           as
           few
           words
           ,
           and
           the
           like
           order
           ;
           I
           thought
           it
           not
           amisse
           in
           this
           pore
           portion
           of
           translation
           ;
           to
           pick
           out
           (
           like
           the
           rotten
           out
           of
           Apples
           if
           you
           please
           so
           to
           repute
           it
           )
           apoore
           instance
           or
           two
           that
           endeauour
           to
           demonstrate
           a
           right
           in
           the
           contrary
           .
           And
           the
           rather
           I
           take
           this
           course
           ocularily
           to
           present
           you
           with
           example
           of
           what
           I
           esteeme
           fit
           to
           saue
           the
           liberty
           and
           dialect
           of
           mine
           owne
           language
           ;
           because
           there
           are
           many
           valetudinaries
           ,
           that
           neuer
           know
           the
           goodnesse
           of
           their
           stomacke
           till
           they
           see
           meat
           afore
           them
           .
        
         
           Where
           therefore
           the
           most
           worthy
           Satyrist
           ,
           describes
           the
           differences
           of
           pages
           that
           attend
           the
           Lord
           and
           the
           guest
           at
           the
           table
           ,
           and
           expresses
           the
           disdaine
           of
           the
           Lords
           page
           to
           attend
           his
           guest
           ;
           he
           speakes
           for
           his
           pride
           thus
           ;
           
             
               —
               sed
               forma
               sed
               aetas
            
             
               
                 digna
                 supercilio
              
               —
               Which
               I
               take
               out
               with
               this
               bold
               one
               :
            
          
           
           
             And
             to
             say
             truth
             ,
             his
             forme
             and
             prime
             beside
             May
             well
             alow
             him
             some
             few
             grains
             of
             pride
             .
          
           To
           speake
           truth
           ,
           is
           too
           much
           ,
           you
           say
           ;
           I
           confesse
           it
           ,
           in
           policy
           ;
           but
           not
           in
           free
           and
           honest
           poesie
           .
           In
           the
           other
           ,
           the
           words
           are
           vtterly
           altered
           ;
           it
           should
           be
           so
           ,
           to
           avoid
           verball
           seruitude
           .
           But
           the
           sense
           ,
           I
           might
           wish
           my
           betters
           could
           render
           no
           worse
           .
           It
           followes
           :
           where
           hee
           sets
           downe
           the
           difference
           betwixt
           the
           Lords
           bread
           and
           the
           guests
           ;
           where
           he
           hath
           plaid
           vpon
           the
           coursenesse
           and
           mustinesse
           of
           the
           guests
           pantry
           ;
           he
           differences
           his
           Lords
           thus
           ;
           
             
               Sed
               tener
               &
               niveus
               ,
               mollique
               siligine
               factus
               ,
            
             
               Servatur
               domino
               .
               
                 Which
                 I
                 thus
              
               ;
            
             
               But
               for
               his
               bread
               ,
               the
               pride
               of
               appetite
               ,
            
             
               Tenderly
               soft
               ,
               incomparably
               white
               ,
            
             
               The
               first
               flowre
               of
               fine
               meale
               subdu'd
               in
               paste
            
             
               That
               's
               a
               peculiar
               for
               my
               Lords
               owne
               taste
               .
            
          
        
         
           O
           this
           you
           will
           say
           is
           a
           bold
           one
           ;
           which
           I
           am
           too
           bashfull
           to
           answere
           otherwise
           then
           thus
           ,
           that
           here
           the
           purest
           bread
           affects
           a
           full
           description
           ;
           which
           I
           amplifying
           no
           more
           then
           is
           needfull
           for
           the
           full
           facture
           of
           it
           ;
           if
           I
           be
           ouerflowing
           ,
           my
           Author
           is
           arid
           ;
           but
           who
           would
           not
           greedily
           here
           haue
           falne
           vpon
           snowy
           ?
           it
           lying
           so
           faire
           for
           him
           ,
           
           put
           soft
           faithfully
           in
           his
           proper
           place
           ,
           and
           would
           euer
           haue
           dreamed
           of
           subdu'd
           in
           paste
           ?
           because
           it
           was
           not
           put
           in
           his
           mouth
           .
           And
           I
           hope
           it
           will
           seem
           no
           ouer-broad
           bold
           one
           ,
           to
           enter
           where
           the
           purest
           bread
           out
           of
           industry
           ,
           should
           make
           his
           expected
           apparance
           .
           A
           number
           more
           out
           of
           this
           of
           no
           number
           ,
           I
           could
           instance
           ,
           that
           would
           trouble
           men
           made
           of
           greatest
           number
           to
           imitate
           .
           But
           all
           mastery
           hath
           his
           end
           ,
           to
           get
           great
           men
           to
           commend
           .
           It
           is
           the
           outward
           not
           the
           inward
           vertue
           that
           preuailes
           .
           The
           candlestick
           more
           then
           the
           candle
           ,
           is
           the
           learning
           with
           which
           blind
           fortune
           useth
           to
           preferre
           her
           fauorites
           .
           And
           who
           but
           the
           spawnes
           of
           candlesticks
           (
           men
           of
           most
           lucubration
           for
           name
           )
           winne
           the
           day
           from
           such
           Dormise
           as
           wake
           sleeping
           ;
           and
           rest
           onely
           in
           those
           vnprofitable
           and
           abhord
           knowledges
           ,
           that
           no
           man
           either
           praises
           or
           acknowledges
           .
        
         
           
             Me
             dulcis
             saturet
             q●ies
             .
             Leni
             pefruar
             ocio
             .
             Ignotus
             omnibus
             .
             Cognitus
             egomet
             mihi
             .
          
           Quite
           opposite
           to
           your
           admir'de
           and
           knowne
           learned
           man
           :
           
             Qui
             notus
             nimis
             omnibus
             ,
             Ignotus
             moritur
             sibi
             .
          
           And
           so
           shall
           know
           nothing
           either
           in
           life
           or
           death
           when
           euery
           truly-learned
           mans
           knowledge
           especially
           begins
           .
        
         
           
             Your
             seruant
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           THE
           FVNERALL
           ORATION
           made
           at
           the
           buriall
           of
           one
           of
           POPPAEAS
           hayres
           .
        
         
           THis
           solemne
           Pageant
           graced
           with
           so
           glorious
           a
           Presence
           as
           your
           Highnesse
           selfe
           ,
           and
           others
           ,
           as
           you
           see
           ,
           that
           mourne
           in
           their
           gowns
           and
           laugh
           in
           their
           sleeues
           ;
           may
           perhaps
           breed
           a
           wonder
           in
           those
           that
           know
           not
           the
           cause
           ,
           and
           laughter
           in
           those
           that
           know
           it
           .
           To
           see
           the
           mighty
           Emperor
           of
           Rome
           march
           in
           a
           mourning
           habit
           ,
           and
           after
           him
           all
           the
           state
           of
           the
           Empire
           either
           present
           or
           presented
           ;
           The
           Peeres
           in
           person
           though
           with
           drie
           eyes
           ,
           yet
           God
           knowes
           their
           hearts
           ;
           Others
           in
           their
           Rankes
           ;
           One
           
           representing
           the
           state
           of
           a
           Courtier
           (
           as
           I
           iudge
           by
           his
           legge
           ;
           )
           another
           of
           a
           Citizen
           (
           as
           I
           iudge
           by
           his
           head
           ;
           )
           another
           of
           a
           Souldier
           ,
           (
           as
           I
           iudge
           by
           his
           looke
           ;
           )
           another
           the
           state
           Poeticall
           (
           as
           I
           iudge
           by
           his
           clothes
           ;
           )
           for
           the
           state
           Physicall
           ,
           it
           hath
           no
           place
           heere
           ;
           for
           who
           euer
           saw
           a
           Physitian
           follow
           a
           Funerall
           ?
           To
           see
           ,
           I
           say
           ,
           all
           this
           Assemblie
           masking
           in
           this
           Funerall
           pomp
           ;
           could
           hee
           that
           saw
           it
           imagine
           any
           lesse
           Funerall
           subiect
           would
           follow
           ,
           then
           the
           Herse
           of
           your
           deare
           Mother
           Agrippina
           ?
           or
           your
           beloued
           wife
           Octauia
           ?
           or
           else
           of
           her
           whom
           you
           preferre
           to
           them
           both
           ,
           your
           diuine
           Poppaea
           ?
           At
           least
           who
           would
           imagine
           ,
           that
           a
           poore
           hayre
           broken
           loose
           from
           his
           fellowes
           ;
           or
           shaken
           off
           ,
           like
           a
           windfall
           from
           the
           golden
           tree
           before
           his
           time
           ;
           should
           haue
           the
           honour
           of
           this
           Imperiall
           solemnitie
           :
           And
           bee
           able
           to
           glory
           like
           the
           flie
           in
           the
           Cart
           ;
           good
           heauen
           what
           a
           troope
           of
           fooles
           haue
           I
           gathered
           together
           ?
        
         
           It
           is
           fatall
           to
           all
           honourable
           actions
           to
           fall
           vnder
           the
           scourge
           of
           detracting
           tongues
           ,
           and
           for
           the
           most
           part
           to
           bee
           condemn'd
           before
           
           they
           come
           to
           triall
           .
           In
           regard
           whereof
           ,
           I
           will
           borrow
           so
           much
           of
           your
           patience
           ,
           as
           that
           I
           may
           in
           a
           word
           or
           two
           examine
           the
           whole
           ground
           of
           this
           spectacle
           :
           Not
           doubting
           but
           that
           I
           shall
           make
           it
           appeare
           to
           all
           vpright
           eares
           ,
           that
           it
           is
           an
           action
           most
           worthy
           your
           wisedome
           (
           my
           gracious
           Soveraigne
           )
           and
           that
           this
           silly
           ,
           this
           base
           ,
           this
           contemptible
           hayre
           on
           this
           Herse
           supported
           ,
           receiues
           no
           thought
           of
           honour
           ,
           but
           what
           it
           well
           deserueth
           .
           
             Etiam
             capillus
             unus
             habet
             umbram
             suam
             ,
          
           was
           the
           saying
           of
           your
           master
           Seneca
           ;
           and
           may
           not
           your
           Highnesse
           goe
           one
           step
           further
           ,
           and
           say
           ,
           
             Etiam
             capillus
             unus
             habet
             urnam
             suam
             ?
          
           To
           enter
           into
           the
           common
           place
           of
           womens
           hayre
           ,
           I
           list
           not
           ;
           though
           it
           would
           afford
           scope
           enough
           for
           my
           pen
           to
           play
           in
           ;
           that
           Theame
           hath
           beene
           already
           canvast
           ,
           and
           worne
           halfe
           threed-bare
           by
           Poets
           and
           their
           fellowes
           .
           My
           meaning
           is
           not
           to
           exceede
           the
           compasse
           of
           this
           hayre
           ,
           which
           we
           haue
           here
           in
           hand
           .
           This
           sacred
           beame
           falne
           from
           that
           sunne
           of
           beauty
           Poppaea
           ;
           whose
           very
           name
           is
           able
           to
           giue
           it
           honour
           ,
           though
           otherwise
           base
           .
           And
           albeit
           
           hayre
           were
           of
           it selfe
           the
           most
           abiect
           excrement
           that
           were
           ,
           yet
           should
           Poppaeas
           hayre
           be
           reputed
           honourable
           .
           I
           am
           not
           ignorant
           that
           hayre
           is
           noted
           by
           many
           as
           an
           excrement
           ,
           a
           fleeting
           commodity
           ,
           subiect
           to
           spring
           ,
           and
           fall
           ;
           &
           he
           whose
           whole
           head
           last
           day
           was
           not
           worth
           one
           hayre
           ,
           it
           shall
           bee
           in
           as
           good
           estate
           the
           next
           day
           as
           it
           was
           euer
           before
           :
           And
           such
           as
           last
           yeare
           had
           as
           faire
           a
           crop
           of
           haire
           as
           euer
           fruitfull
           head
           afforded
           ;
           if
           there
           come
           but
           a
           hot
           summer
           ;
           it
           shall
           bee
           so
           smooth
           that
           a
           man
           may
           slur
           a
           Dye
           on
           't
           .
           An
           excrement
           ,
           it
           is
           ,
           I
           deny
           not
           ;
           and
           yet
           are
           not
           all
           excrements
           to
           be
           vilified
           as
           things
           of
           no
           value
           :
           for
           Maske
           ,
           Ciuet
           ,
           Amber
           ,
           are
           they
           not
           all
           excrements
           ?
           yet
           what
           more
           pleasing
           to
           the
           daintiest
           sense
           wee
           haue
           ?
           Nature
           giues
           many
           things
           with
           the
           left
           hand
           ,
           which
           Art
           receiues
           with
           the
           right
           :
           Sublimate
           and
           other
           drugges
           are
           by
           nature
           poyson
           :
           yet
           Art
           turnes
           them
           to
           wholsome
           medicines
           ;
           so
           hayre
           though
           by
           nature
           giuen
           vs
           as
           an
           excrement
           ,
           yet
           by
           Art
           it
           is
           made
           our
           capitall
           ornament
           .
           For
           whereas
           the
           head
           is
           accounted
           the
           chiefe
           member
           of
           the
           body
           ,
           
           hayre
           is
           giuen
           vs
           as
           the
           chiefe
           ornament
           of
           the
           head
           ;
           I
           meane
           of
           womens
           heads
           ;
           for
           men
           haue
           other
           ornaments
           belonging
           to
           their
           heads
           ,
           as
           shall
           hereafter
           appeare
           more
           largely
           .
           And
           howsoeuer
           hayre
           fals
           within
           the
           name
           of
           excrement
           ;
           yet
           it
           is
           euermore
           the
           argument
           of
           a
           rancke
           or
           rich
           soyle
           where
           it
           growes
           ,
           and
           of
           a
           barren
           where
           it
           failes
           ;
           for
           I
           dare
           bouldly
           pronounce
           in
           despight
           of
           all
           paltry
           prouerbs
           ,
           that
           a
           mans
           wit
           is
           euer
           rankest
           ,
           when
           his
           hayre
           is
           at
           the
           fullest
           .
           I
           say
           not
           his
           wit
           is
           best
           ,
           but
           ranckest
           ;
           for
           I
           am
           not
           ignorant
           ,
           that
           the
           ranckest
           flesh
           is
           not
           alwayes
           the
           soundest
           ,
           as
           the
           ranckest
           breath
           is
           not
           alwaies
           the
           sweetest
           .
           And
           thus
           much
           more
           I
           will
           adde
           for
           the
           generall
           commendation
           of
           hayre
           ,
           that
           nature
           in
           no
           part
           hath
           exprest
           such
           curious
           and
           subtill
           skill
           as
           in
           this
           (
           as
           wee
           terme
           it
           )
           excrement
           ;
           for
           what
           more
           excellent
           point
           of
           Art
           can
           there
           be
           ,
           then
           to
           indurate
           and
           harden
           a
           thinne
           vapor
           into
           a
           dry
           and
           solid
           substance
           ?
           And
           this
           whole
           bush
           of
           hayre
           ,
           hath
           both
           his
           being
           and
           his
           nour●shment
           from
           those
           sweet
           vapors
           ,
           which
           
           breathe
           and
           steame
           from
           the
           quintessence
           of
           the
           braine
           ,
           through
           those
           subtill
           pores
           of
           the
           head
           in
           which
           they
           are
           fashioned
           and
           spunne
           by
           natures
           finger
           into
           so
           slender
           and
           delicate
           a
           thred
           ;
           as
           if
           she
           intended
           to
           doe
           like
           the
           painter
           that
           came
           to
           see
           Apelles
           ,
           drew
           that
           subtill
           lyne
           for
           a
           masterpeece
           of
           his
           workmanship
           .
           And
           besides
           the
           highest
           place
           giuen
           to
           the
           hayre
           ,
           and
           singularity
           of
           workmanship
           exprest
           in
           it
           ,
           Nature
           hath
           endowed
           it
           with
           this
           speciall
           priuiledge
           ,
           and
           left
           therein
           so
           great
           an
           impression
           of
           her selfe
           ,
           as
           it
           is
           the
           most
           certaine
           marke
           by
           which
           we
           may
           ayme
           at
           the
           complexion
           and
           condition
           of
           euery
           man
           ;
           as
           red
           hayre
           on
           a
           man
           is
           a
           signe
           of
           trechery
           ,
           what
           t
           is
           in
           a
           woman
           ,
           let
           the
           sweet
           musique
           of
           rime
           inspire
           vs
           ;
           a
           soft
           hayre
           chicken-hearted
           ;
           a
           harsh
           hayre
           churlish
           natur'd
           ;
           a
           flaxen
           hayre
           foolish
           brain'd
           ;
           what
           a
           black-hayr'd
           man
           is
           aske
           the
           prouerbe
           ;
           if
           ye
           beleeue
           not
           that
           ,
           aske
           your
           wiues
           ;
           if
           they
           will
           not
           tell
           you
           ,
           looke
           in
           your
           glasses
           ,
           and
           ye
           shall
           see
           it
           written
           on
           your
           foreheads
           .
           So
           that
           nature
           hauing
           honoured
           hayre
           with
           so
           great
           a
           priuiledge
           
           of
           her
           fauour
           ,
           why
           should
           wee
           not
           thinke
           it
           worthy
           all
           honour
           in
           it selfe
           without
           any
           addition
           of
           other
           circumstance
           .
           And
           if
           Nature
           hath
           grac't
           the
           whole
           Garland
           with
           this
           honour
           ,
           may
           not
           euery
           flower
           challenge
           his
           part
           ?
           If
           any
           hayre
           ,
           then
           this
           hayre
           (
           the
           argument
           of
           our
           present
           mourning
           )
           more
           then
           any
           :
           But
           wee
           must
           not
           thinke
           (
           Princes
           and
           Senators
           )
           that
           the
           vndanted
           heart
           of
           our
           Emperor
           ,
           which
           neuer
           was
           knowne
           to
           shrinke
           at
           the
           butchering
           of
           his
           owne
           mother
           Agrippina
           ;
           and
           could
           without
           any
           touch
           of
           remorse
           ,
           heare
           (
           if
           not
           behold
           )
           the
           murther
           of
           his
           most
           deare
           wife
           Octavia
           after
           her
           diuorce
           ;
           wee
           must
           not
           thinke
           (
           I
           say
           )
           this
           Adamantine
           heart
           of
           his
           could
           resolue
           into
           softnesse
           ,
           for
           the
           losse
           of
           a
           common
           or
           ordinary
           hayre
           .
           But
           this
           was
           (
           alas
           why
           is
           it
           not
           )
           a
           hayre
           of
           such
           rare
           and
           matchlesse
           perfection
           ,
           whether
           yee
           take
           it
           by
           the
           colour
           or
           by
           the
           substance
           ,
           as
           it
           is
           impossible
           for
           nature
           in
           her
           whole
           shop
           to
           patterne
           it
           :
           So
           subtill
           and
           slender
           as
           it
           can
           scarce
           be
           seene
           ,
           much
           lesse
           felt
           ;
           and
           yet
           so
           strong
           as
           it
           is
           able
           to
           binde
           
           Hercules
           hand
           and
           foot
           ;
           and
           make
           it
           another
           of
           his
           labors
           to
           extricate
           himselfe
           .
           In
           a
           word
           it
           is
           such
           a
           flowre
           as
           growes
           in
           no
           garden
           but
           Poppaeas
           ;
           borne
           to
           the
           wonder
           of
           men
           ,
           the
           enuie
           of
           women
           ,
           the
           glory
           of
           the
           Gods
           ,
           &c.
           
           A
           hayre
           of
           such
           matchlesse
           perfection
           ,
           that
           if
           any
           where
           it
           should
           be
           found
           by
           chance
           ,
           the
           most
           ignorant
           would
           esteeme
           it
           of
           infinite
           value
           ,
           as
           certaynely
           some
           hayres
           haue
           beene
           .
           The
           purple
           hayre
           of
           Nisus
           ,
           whereon
           his
           kingdome
           and
           life
           depended
           ,
           may
           serue
           for
           an
           instance
           .
           And
           how
           many
           yong
           gallants
           doe
           I
           know
           my selfe
           ,
           euery
           hayre
           of
           whose
           chin
           ,
           is
           worth
           a
           thousand
           crowns
           ;
           and
           others
           (
           but
           simple
           fornicators
           )
           that
           haue
           neuer
           a
           hayre
           on
           their
           crownes
           ,
           but
           is
           worth
           a
           Kings
           ransome
           ?
           At
           how
           much
           higher
           rate
           then
           shall
           we
           value
           this
           hayre
           ,
           which
           if
           it
           were
           not
           Poppaeas
           ,
           yet
           being
           such
           as
           it
           is
           ,
           it
           deseru'd
           high
           estimation
           ;
           but
           being
           Poppaeas
           (
           if
           it
           were
           not
           such
           )
           it
           can
           bee
           worth
           no
           lesse
           .
           When
           therefore
           a
           hayre
           of
           this
           excellence
           is
           fallen
           like
           an
           Apple
           from
           the
           golden
           Tree
           ,
           can
           the
           losse
           bee
           light
           ?
           And
           can
           such
           losse
           doe
           lesse
           then
           beget
           a
           iust
           and
           vnfayned
           
           griefe
           ,
           not
           proceeding
           from
           humour
           in
           our
           Emperour
           ▪
           nor
           flattery
           in
           vs
           ,
           but
           out
           of
           true
           iudgement
           in
           vs
           all
           ?
           Albeit
           I
           must
           adde
           this
           for
           the
           qualifying
           of
           your
           griefe
           (
           most
           sacred
           Emperour
           )
           that
           this
           diuine
           hayre
           is
           not
           vtterly
           lost
           ;
           It
           is
           but
           sent
           as
           a
           Harbenger
           before
           ,
           the
           rest
           must
           follow
           it
           :
           And
           in
           the
           meane
           time
           this
           remaines
           in
           blessed
           estate
           ;
           it
           is
           at
           rest
           ;
           it
           is
           free
           from
           the
           trouble
           and
           incombrance
           which
           her
           miserable
           fellowes
           that
           suruiue
           are
           dayly
           enforc't
           to
           endure
           .
           The
           cruell
           combe
           shall
           no
           more
           fasten
           his
           teeth
           vpon
           it
           ;
           it
           shall
           no
           more
           bee
           tortured
           with
           curling
           bodkins
           ,
           tied
           vp
           each
           night
           in
           knots
           ,
           wearied
           with
           tyres
           ,
           and
           by
           all
           meanes
           barr'd
           of
           that
           naturall
           freedome
           in
           which
           it
           was
           borne
           :
           And
           ,
           which
           is
           a
           torment
           aboue
           torments
           ,
           subiect
           to
           the
           fearefull
           tincture
           of
           Age
           ,
           and
           to
           change
           his
           amber
           hew
           into
           a
           witherd
           and
           mortified
           gray
           .
           From
           all
           this
           feare
           and
           trouble
           this
           happie
           hayre
           is
           freed
           ;
           it
           rests
           quietly
           in
           his
           Vrne
           ,
           straight
           to
           bee
           consecrated
           as
           a
           relique
           vpon
           this
           altar
           of
           Venus
           ,
           there
           to
           bee
           kept
           as
           her
           treasure
           ,
           till
           it
           hath
           fetcht
           to
           it
           a
           fayre
           number
           
           more
           ;
           and
           then
           to
           be
           employed
           by
           Venus
           ,
           eyther
           as
           a
           bracelet
           for
           her
           paramour
           Mars
           ,
           or
           else
           (
           which
           I
           rather
           beleeue
           )
           for
           a
           Periwig
           for
           her selfe
           ;
           all
           his
           fellowes
           and
           his
           Mistresse
           ,
           hauing
           from
           it
           taken
           the
           infection
           of
           the
           falling
           sicknesse
           .
           Dixi.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           D.
           IVNII
           IVVENALIS
           LIB
           .
           1.
           
           SAT.
           5.
           
        
         
           
             To
             Trebius
             .
          
           
             Labouring
             to
             bring
             him
             in
             dislike
             of
             his
             continued
             course
             of
             frequenting
             the
             Table
             of
             VIRRO
             ,
             a
             great
             Lord
             of
             Rome
             .
          
        
         
           IF
           of
           thy
           purpose
           yet
           ,
           thou
           tak'st
           no
           shame
           ,
        
         
           But
           keep'st
           thy
           minde
           (
           immutably
           )
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           That
           thou
           esteem'st
           it
           as
           a
           good
           in
           chiefe
        
         
           At
           others
           Trenchers
           to
           relieue
           thy
           life
           :
        
         
         
           If
           those
           things
           thou
           can'st
           find
           a
           backe
           to
           beare
           ,
        
         
           That
           not
           Sarmentus
           ,
           nor
           vile
           Galba
           were
        
         
           So
           base
           to
           put
           in
           patience
           of
           a
           guest
           ,
        
         
           No
           ,
           not
           for
           Caesars
           far-exceeding
           feast
           :
        
         
           Feare
           will
           affect
           me
           to
           bleeue
           thy
           troth
        
         
           In
           any
           witnesse
           ,
           though
           produc'd
           by
           oath
           .
        
         
           For
           nothing
           in
           my
           knowledge
           fals
           ,
           that
           is
        
         
           More
           frugall
           then
           the
           belly
           :
           but
           say
           this
        
         
           That
           not
           enough
           food
           all
           thy
           meanes
           can
           find
           ,
        
         
           To
           keepe
           thy
           gut
           from
           emptinesse
           and
           wind
        
         
           Is
           no
           Creeke
           void
           ?
           no
           Bridge
           ?
           no
           peece
           of
           shed
        
         
           Halfe
           ,
           or
           not
           halfe
           ?
           Would
           thy
           not
           being
           fed
        
         
           At
           Virro's
           Table
           be
           so
           foule
           a
           shame
           ?
        
         
           Does
           hunger
           blow
           in
           thee
           so
           false
           a
           flame
           ?
        
         
           As
           not
           to
           tast
           it
           nobler
           in
           as
           poore
        
         
           And
           vile
           a
           place
           as
           hath
           beene
           nam'd
           before
           ?
        
         
           To
           quake
           for
           cold
           ,
           and
           gnaw
           the
           mustiest
           grounds
        
         
           Of
           Barly-griest
           (
           bak'd
           purposely
           for
           hounds
           )
        
         
           First
           ,
           take
           it
           for
           a
           Rule
           ,
           that
           if
           my
           Lord
        
         
           Shall
           once
           be
           pleas'd
           to
           grace
           thee
           with
           his
           bord
           ,
        
         
           The
           whole
           reuenewes
           that
           thy
           hopes
           inherit
        
         
           Rising
           from
           seruices
           of
           ancient
           merit
           ,
        
         
           In
           this
           requitall
           amply
           paid
           will
           prooue
           .
        
         
           O
           't
           is
           the
           fruit
           of
           a
           transcendent
           loue
           ,
        
         
           To
           giue
           one
           victuals
           ;
           That
           ,
           thy
           Table-King
        
         
         
           Layes
           in
           thy
           dish
           ,
           though
           nere
           so
           thinne
           a
           thing
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           that
           reproch
           ,
           still
           in
           thine
           eares
           shall
           ring
           .
        
         
           If
           therefore
           after
           two
           moneths
           due
           neglect
        
         
           He
           deignes
           his
           poore
           dependant
           to
           respect
           ,
        
         
           And
           lest
           the
           third
           bench
           faile
           to
           fill
           the
           ranck
           ,
        
         
           He
           shall
           take
           thee
           vp
           to
           supply
           the
           blanck
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           sit
           together
           Trebius
           (
           saies
           my
           Lord
           )
        
         
           See
           all
           thy
           wishes
           sum'd-vp
           in
           a
           word
           .
        
         
           What
           canst
           thou
           aske
           at
           Ioues
           hand
           after
           this
           ?
        
         
           This
           grace
           to
           Trebius
           ,
           enough
           ample
           is
           ;
        
         
           To
           make
           him
           start
           from
           sleepe
           before
           the
           Larke
           ,
        
         
           Poasting
           abroad
           vntrus'd
           ,
           and
           in
           the
           darke
        
         
           Perplex'd
           with
           feare
           ,
           lest
           all
           the
           seruile-rout
        
         
           Of
           his
           saluters
           ,
           haue
           the
           round
           run-out
        
         
           Before
           he
           come
           ;
           whiles
           yet
           the
           fixed
           Starre
        
         
           Shewes
           his
           ambiguous
           head
           ;
           and
           heauens
           cold
           Car
        
         
           The
           slow
           Bootes
           wheeles
           about
           the
           Beare
           .
        
         
           And
           yet
           for
           all
           this
           ,
           what
           may
           be
           the
           cheare
           ?
        
         
           To
           such
           vile
           wine
           ,
           thy
           throat
           is
           made
           the
           sinck
        
         
           As
           greasie
           woll
           ,
           would
           not
           endure
           to
           drink
           ,
        
         
           And
           we
           must
           shortly
           looke
           to
           see
           our
           guest
        
         
           Transform'd
           into
           a
           Berecynthian-Priest
           .
        
         
           Words
           make
           the
           Prologue
           to
           prepare
           the
           fray
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           next
           Scene
           ,
           Pots
           are
           taught
           to
           play
        
         
           The
           parts
           of
           weapons
           :
           Thy
           red
           Napkin
           now
        
         
         
           Descends
           to
           tell
           thee
           of
           thy
           broken-Brow
           :
        
         
           And
           such
           euents
           doe
           euermore
           ensue
        
         
           When
           you
           poore
           Guests
           ,
           and
           Virro's
           seruing
           crue
        
         
           Grow
           to
           the
           heat
           of
           such
           vnciuill
           Warrs
           ,
        
         
           The
           vile
           Wine
           made
           the
           Bellowes
           to
           your
           Iarrs
           .
        
         
           For
           
           Virro's-selfe
           ,
           the
           wine
           he
           drinks
           was
           borne
        
         
           When
           Consuls
           (
           
           Phaebus-like
           )
           appear'd
           vnshorn
           ,
        
         
           A
           Grape
           that
           long
           since
           in
           the
           wars
           was
           prest
        
         
           By
           our
           confederate
           -
           Marsians
           ,
           and
           the
           rest
        
         
           Of
           which
           ,
           no
           drop
           his
           longing-frend
           can
           git
        
         
           Tho●gh
           blowne
           in
           fume
           vp
           with
           a
           Cardiack
           fit
           .
        
         
           Next
           day
           he
           likes
           to
           taste
           another
           field
           ,
        
         
           The
           Albane
           hills
           ,
           or
           els
           the
           Setine
           yeeld
        
         
           Whose
           race
           and
           rich
           succession
           if
           you
           aske
           ,
        
         
           Age
           hath
           decayd
           ,
           and
           sicknesse
           of
           the
           caske
           ,
        
         
           Such
           Thrasea
           &
           Heluidius
           quaft
           ,
           stil
           crownd
        
         
           When
           Brutus
           birth
           ,
           and
           Cassius
           they
           renownd
           .
        
         
           Virro
           himselfe
           in
           solemn
           Bowles
           is
           seru'd
        
         
           Of
           Amber
           ,
           and
           disparent
           Beryl
           keru'd
           ;
        
         
           But
           to
           thy
           trust
           ,
           no
           such
           Cup
           they
           commit
           ,
        
         
           Or
           if
           they
           doe
           ,
           a
           Spie
           is
           fix'd
           to
           it
        
         
           To
           tell
           the
           stones
           ;
           whose
           firme
           eye
           neuer
           fayles
        
         
           To
           watch
           the
           close
           walks
           of
           thy
           vulturous
           nails
           ,
        
         
           Giue
           leaue
           (
           saies
           Virro
           )
           and
           then
           takes
           the
           Cup
           ,
        
         
           The
           famous
           Iasper
           in
           it
           lifting-vp
        
         
         
           Inglorious
           prayses
           :
           for
           't
           is
           now
           the
           guize
        
         
           Of
           him
           and
           others
           to
           transferre
           such
           prize
        
         
           Off
           from
           his
           fingers
           to
           his
           Bowl
           's
           ;
           that
           were
        
         
           Wont
           to
           grace
           swords
           :
           &
           our
           yong
           Troian
           Peere
        
         
           That
           made
           Iarbus
           iealous
           (
           since
           in
           loue
        
         
           Prefer'd
           past
           him
           by
           Dido
           )
           vs'd
           t'
           improue
        
         
           By
           setting
           them
           in
           fore-front
           of
           his
           sheath
           ;
        
         
           But
           thy
           Bowle
           stands
           an
           infinite
           beneath
        
         
           And
           beares
           the
           
           Beneuentane-Coblers
           name
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           Gallon
           drunke-off
           ,
           must
           thy
           bloud
           enflame
        
         
           And
           is
           so
           craz'd
           ,
           That
           they
           would
           let
           it
           passe
        
         
           To
           them
           that
           Matches
           giue
           ,
           for
           broken
           Glasse
           ;
        
         
           Now
           ,
           if
           by
           fumes
           of
           wine
           ,
           or
           fiery-meat
        
         
           His
           Lordships
           stomacke
           ouer-boyle
           with
           heat
           ,
        
         
           Ther
           's
           a
           cold
           liquor
           broght
           that
           's
           made
           t'outvie
        
         
           The
           chill
           impressions
           of
           the
           North-East-skie
           .
        
         
           I
           formerly
           affirm'd
           ,
           that
           you
           and
           he
        
         
           Were
           seru'd
           with
           wines
           of
           a
           distinct
           degree
           ,
        
         
           But
           now
           remember
           it
           belongs
           to
           you
        
         
           To
           keepe
           your
           distance
           in
           your
           water
           too
           .
        
         
           And
           (
           in
           his
           Pages
           place
           )
           thy
           Cups
           are
           brought
        
         
           By
           a
           swarth
           foot
           man
           ,
           from
           Getulia
           bought
           ,
        
         
           Or
           some
           steru'd
           Negro
           ,
           whose
           affrightfull
           sight
        
         
           Thou
           wouldst
           abhorre
           to
           meet
           in
           dead
           of
           night
        
         
           Passing
           the
           monuments
           of
           Latia
           ,
        
         
         
           In
           his
           eye
           waites
           the
           flowre
           of
           Asia
           ,
        
         
           A
           Iewell
           purchas'd
           at
           a
           higher
           rate
        
         
           Then
           Martiall
           Ancus
           ,
           or
           King
           Tullus
           State.
        
         
           (
           Not
           to
           stand
           long
           )
           Then
           all
           the
           idle
           things
        
         
           That
           grac'd
           the
           Courts
           of
           all
           our
           Roman
           Kings
        
         
           If
           then
           thy
           Bowle
           his
           Nectars
           store
           shall
           neede
        
         
           Addresse
           thee
           to
           his
           Indian
           Ganymed
           .
        
         
           Thinke
           not
           his
           page
           ,
           worth
           such
           a
           world
           ,
           can
           skill
        
         
           Or
           does
           not
           scorne
           ,
           for
           thred
           bare
           Coates
           to
           fill
           ,
        
         
           And
           (
           to
           say
           truth
           )
           his
           forme
           and
           prime
           beside
           ,
        
         
           May
           well
           allow
           him
           some
           few
           Graines
           of
           pride
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           does
           he
           ,
           to
           what
           thou
           want'st
           descend
           ?
        
         
           Or
           thy
           entreaties
           ,
           not
           contemnet
           '
           attend
           ?
        
         
           Supply
           of
           water
           craving
           ,
           hot
           or
           cold
           :
        
         
           No
           ,
           he
           (
           I
           tell
           you
           )
           in
           high
           scorne
           doth
           hold
        
         
           To
           stirre
           at
           euery
           stale
           dependants
           call
           ;
        
         
           Or
           that
           thou
           call'st
           for
           any
           thing
           at
           all
           ,
        
         
           Or
           sit'st
           where
           his
           forc'd-Stand
           ,
           his
           pride
           depraues
           ;
        
         
           Houses
           of
           State
           abound
           with
           stately
           slaues
           .
        
         
           And
           see
           ,
           another's
           proud
           disdaines
           resist
        
         
           His
           hand
           to
           set
           thee
           bread
           :
           And
           yet
           what
           is
           't
        
         
           But
           hoary
           cantles
           of
           vnbowlted
           grist
           ?
        
         
           That
           would
           a
           iaw-tooth
           rowze
           ;
           and
           not
           admit
        
         
           (
           Though
           nere
           so
           base
           )
           thy
           baser
           throat
           a
           bit
           :
        
         
           But
           for
           his
           bread
           ,
           the
           pride
           of
           appetite
           ,
        
         
         
           Tenderly
           soft
           ,
           incomparably
           white
           ;
        
         
           The
           first
           flowre
           of
           fine
           meale
           ,
           subdu'd
           in
           paste
           ,
        
         
           That
           's
           a
           peculiar
           for
           my
           Lords
           owne
           taste
           ;
        
         
           See
           then
           thou
           keep'st
           thy
           fingers
           from
           offence
           ,
        
         
           And
           giue
           the
           Pantler
           his
           due
           reuerence
           :
        
         
           Or
           say
           thou
           should'st
           be
           (
           malepertly
           )
           bold
           ,
        
         
           Seest
           thou
           not
           slaues
           enough
           ,
           to
           force
           thy
           hold
        
         
           From
           thy
           attempted
           prize
           ,
           with
           taunts
           like
           these
           ,
        
         
           Hands
           off
           ,
           forward
           companion
           ,
           will
           you
           please
        
         
           With
           your
           familiar
           Crible
           to
           be
           fed
           ,
        
         
           And
           vnderstand
           the
           colour
           of
           your
           bread
           ?
        
         
           Then
           grumbles
           thy
           disgrace
           :
           and
           is
           it
           this
        
         
           For
           which
           so
           oft
           I
           haue
           forborne
           the
           blisse
        
         
           Of
           my
           faire
           wife
           ,
           to
           poast
           with
           earliest
           speed
        
         
           Vp
           to
           Mount
           Esculine
           ,
           where
           agues
           breede
           ?
        
         
           When
           my
           repaire
           did
           vernall
           Iove
           prouoke
           ,
        
         
           To
           driue
           his
           wether
           through
           my
           winter
           cloake
        
         
           And
           in
           his
           bitter'st
           hailes
           ,
           his
           murmurs
           broake
           ?
        
         
           But
           let
           vs
           to
           our
           Cates
           ,
           our
           course
           addresse
        
         
           Obserue
           that
           Lobster
           seru'd
           to
           Virro's
           messe
           ,
        
         
           How
           with
           the
           length
           of
           his
           extended
           limbes
        
         
           He
           does
           surcharge
           the
           Charger
           :
           how
           the
           brims
        
         
           With
           lust-full
           Sperage
           are
           all
           ouer-stor'd
           ?
        
         
           with
           what
           a
           taile
           ,
           he
           ouer-tops
           the
           bord
           ?
        
         
           In
           seruice
           first
           borne-vp
           betwixt
           the
           hands
        
         
         
           Of
           that
           vast
           Yeoman
           ;
           But
           ,
           for
           thee
           ,
           there
           stands
        
         
           A
           puny-Cray-fish
           ,
           pent
           in
           halfe
           a
           shell
           ,
        
         
           The
           dish
           not
           feast
           enough
           for
           one
           in
           Hell.
        
         
           The
           fish
           he
           tastes
           ,
           swimmes
           in
           an
           oyle
           that
           grew
        
         
           In
           Campany
           ,
           and
           drank
           Venafrian
           Dew
           .
        
         
           But
           ,
           for
           the
           Worts
           (
           poore
           snake
           )
           presented
           thee
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           pale
           aspect
           ,
           shewes
           their
           infirmity
           ;
        
         
           They
           drinke
           an
           oyle
           ,
           much
           of
           the
           Curriers
           stamp
           ,
        
         
           Exquisite
           stuffe
           ,
           that
           sauours
           of
           the
           lamp
           .
        
         
           For
           know
           ,
           that
           for
           your
           Bord
           ,
           is
           billeted
        
         
           An
           Oyle
           that
           from
           the
           Lybian
           Cane
           is
           shed
        
         
           The
           burthen
           of
           a
           sharpe
           Numidian
           Prow
           ;
        
         
           An
           Oyle
           ,
           for
           whose
           strength
           Romans
           disauow
        
         
           To
           Bathe
           with
           Boccharis
           :
           an
           Oyle
           whose
           smell
        
         
           'Gainst
           Serpents
           ,
           doth
           an
           Amulet
           excell
           .
        
         
           Next
           ,
           for
           my
           Lord
           ,
           a
           Mullet
           see
           seru'd-in
           ,
        
         
           Sent
           from
           the
           Corsicke
           shore
           ;
           or
           of
           a
           fin
        
         
           Bred
           in
           Sicilia's
           Taurominian-Rockes
           ,
        
         
           All
           our
           Seas
           being
           exhausted
           :
           all
           our
           Flockes
        
         
           Spent
           and
           destroy'd
           ,
           while
           our
           luxurious
           diet
        
         
           Makes
           hauocke
           ,
           and
           our
           Kitchins
           neuer
           quiet
        
         
           Still
           with
           vnwearied
           nets
           ,
           that
           no
           truce
           keepe
        
         
           Ransacke
           the
           entrayles
           of
           th'adioyning
           deepe
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           respite
           our
           Etrurian
           Frie
           to
           grow
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           our
           markets
           ,
           their
           chief
           purueiance
           owe
        
         
         
           To
           some
           remote
           ,
           and
           ditionary
           coast
           ;
        
         
           Thence
           come
           the
           Dainties
           ,
           that
           our
           Kitchins
           boast
           .
        
         
           Such
           as
           to
           buie
           ,
           the
           vulture
           Lenas
           deignes
           :
        
         
           Such
           as
           to
           sell
           ,
           Aurelia
           enterteines
           .
        
         
           In
           messe
           with
           that
           ,
           behold
           for
           Virro
           lies
        
         
           A
           Lamprey
           of
           an
           exemplary
           Size
           ,
        
         
           That
           for
           dimension
           beares
           the
           price
           from
           all
        
         
           Which
           Gulphes
           Sicilian
           sent
           his
           Festiuall
           ,
        
         
           For
           while
           the
           South
           conteynes
           himselfe
           ;
           while
           he
        
         
           Lies
           close
           ,
           and
           dries
           his
           feathers
           in
           his
           Lee
           ,
        
         
           Our
           greedy
           Pursenets
           for
           their
           gaine
           despise
        
         
           The
           danger
           that
           in
           mid
           Charibdis
           lies
           .
        
         
           Now
           ,
           for
           his
           Lamprey
           ,
           thou
           art
           glad
           to
           take
        
         
           An
           Eele
           ,
           neere
           cozen
           to
           a
           hideous
           Snake
           ,
        
         
           Or
           els
           a
           freckled
           -
           Tiberine
           ,
           bit
           with
           frost
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           ,
           the
           poorest
           slaue
           of
           all
           the
           coast
           ;
        
         
           Fed
           with
           the
           torrent
           of
           the
           common
           Sewer
           ,
        
         
           And
           swims
           the
           towne-ditch
           ,
           (
           where
           't
           is
           most
           impure
           .
        
         
           Here
           would
           I
           on
           himself
           a
           word
           haue
           spent
           ,
        
         
           So
           he
           inclind
           an
           eare
           beneuolent
           :
        
         
           Nor
           doe
           we
           such
           beneuolences
           craue
           ,
        
         
           As
           Seneca
           his
           meane
           acquaintance
           gaue
           ;
        
         
           Such
           as
           good
           Piso
           ;
           such
           as
           Cotta
           made
        
         
           To
           deale
           for
           Largesse
           ;
           a
           familiar
           Trade
           ;
        
         
           For
           times
           haue
           beene
           ,
           that
           in
           the
           worlds
           account
           ,
        
         
         
           The
           title
           of
           munificent
           did
           mount
        
         
           Aboue
           triumphant
           ,
           or
           imperiall
           Baies
           :
        
         
           But
           our
           desire
           ,
           in
           this
           due
           limit
           staies
           ,
        
         
           That
           you
           will
           make
           ,
           when
           you
           entreat
           a
           guest
           ,
        
         
           Ciuill
           respect
           the
           Steward
           of
           your
           Feast
           :
        
         
           Doe
           this
           and
           be
           (
           as
           many
           Lords
           are
           more
           )
        
         
           Rich
           to
           your-selfe
           ,
           and
           to
           your
           followers
           ,
           poore
           .
        
         
           Before
           him
           see
           a
           huge
           Goose-liuer
           set
           ,
        
         
           A
           Capon
           cramb'd
           ,
           euen
           with
           that
           Goose
           ;
           for
           great
        
         
           A
           whole
           wild
           Boare
           ,
           hid
           in
           his
           smoaking
           heat
        
         
           That
           gold-lock't
           Meleagers
           dart
           deseru'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           all
           this
           ,
           
           Virro's-selfe
           is
           seru'd
        
         
           With
           pure-dress'd
           Mushroms
           :
           be
           the
           spring
           then
           freed
           ,
        
         
           And
           wished
           thunders
           ,
           make
           his
           meales
           exceed
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Gully-gut
           
             (
             Aledius
          
           )
           cryes
        
         
           O
           Lybia
           ,
           keepe
           with
           thee
           thy
           Wheates
           and
           Ries
           ,
        
         
           And
           ease
           thy
           Oxen
           ,
           sending
           these
           supplies
           .
        
         
           And
           that
           no
           indignation
           want
           to
           thee
           ;
        
         
           (
           As
           bound
           t'
           obserue
           )
           the
           Caruer
           thou
           must
           see
        
         
           Dancing
           about
           his
           businesse
           :
           and
           he
        
         
           That
           teaches
           him
           the
           Lawes
           ,
           to
           the
           true
           life
        
         
           Of
           caruing
           comely
           ;
           with
           his
           flying
           knife
        
         
           Touching
           at
           euery
           ioynt
           he
           carues
           ,
           before
        
         
           He
           dares
           th'
           attempt
           ;
           till
           not
           a
           gesture
           more
        
         
           In
           all
           his
           dictates
           can
           deserue
           offence
           ,
        
         
         
           Nor
           must
           your
           note
           faile
           ,
           how
           huge
           difference
        
         
           There
           is
           'twixt
           the
           vnlacing
           of
           your
           hare
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hens
           dissection
           :
           'gainst
           which
           ,
           if
           you
           dare
        
         
           But
           whisper
           ,
           like
           a
           three-nam'd
           Noble
           man
           ,
        
         
           Like
           Cacus
           ,
           struck
           by
           hands-Herculean
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           shalt
           bee
           ,
           by
           the
           heeles
           ,
           drag'd
           forth
           the
           place
           :
        
         
           But
           when
           doth
           Virro
           then
           vouchsafe
           the
           grace
        
         
           To
           drinke
           to
           thee
           ?
           Or
           touch
           the
           Cup
           that
           thou
        
         
           hast
           ,
           with
           thy
           lippes
           prophan'd
           ?
           Or
           which
           of
           you
        
         
           So
           desperate
           is
           ?
           so
           lost
           ?
           to
           bid
           the
           King
        
         
           Drinke
           to
           me
           Sir
           ?
           No
           :
           there
           is
           many
           a
           thing
           ,
        
         
           That
           thred-bare
           coates
           dare
           not
           for
           feare
           bring
           forth
           ,
        
         
           But
           if
           some
           god
           ,
           or
           god-like
           man
           ;
           or
           worth
        
         
           Better
           then
           Fate
           ,
           would
           Wealth
           bestow
           on
           thee
           ,
        
         
           Fit
           to
           maintaime
           a
           Knight
           of
           Romes
           degree
           ,
        
         
           How
           huge
           a
           peece
           of
           man
           should'st
           thou
           ascend
        
         
           Rais'd
           out
           of
           nothing
           ?
           how
           much
           Virro's
           friend
           ?
        
         
           Giue
           Trebius
           ;
           Set
           to
           Trebius
           ;
           Brother
           (
           now
           )
        
         
           Please
           you
           these
           puddings
           taste
           ?
           O
           moneys
           ,
           you
        
         
           He
           giues
           this
           honour
           :
           you
           ,
           these
           Brother
           are
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           notwithstanding
           ,
           if
           thou
           please
           to
           share
        
         
           His
           Lordship
           with
           him
           ;
           or
           become
           his
           King
        
         
           You
           must
           to
           Court
           no
           young
           Aeneas
           bring
        
         
           Nor
           daughter
           (
           though
           his
           daintier
           )
           to
           be
        
         
           Play-pheeres
           with
           Virro's
           daintiest
           progenie
           ,
        
         
         
           But
           Childlesse
           be
           :
           
             a
             pleasing
             and
             deare
             friend
          
        
         
           
             A
             barren
             wife
             makes
          
           :
           but
           suppose
           she
           lend
        
         
           Thy
           lappe
           much
           issue
           (
           euen
           at
           one
           birth
           three
           )
        
         
           So
           thou
           be
           Rich
           ,
           Virro
           will
           ioine
           with
           thee
           ,
        
         
           In
           ioy
           of
           that
           thy
           prating
           progenie
           ;
        
         
           And
           euer
           when
           the
           Infant
           Parasite
        
         
           Comes
           to
           the
           Table
           ,
           asking
           his
           delight
           ,
        
         
           Virro
           commands
           it
           ,
           all
           his
           appetite
        
         
           To
           all
           his
           cheap-priz'd
           friends
           ,
           they
           serue
           the
           bord
        
         
           With
           dangerous
           Toad-stooles
           :
           Mushroms
           for
           my
           Lord
           ,
        
         
           But
           such
           as
           Claudius
           pleas'd
           to
           tast
           ,
           before
        
         
           His
           wif
           's
           guift
           came
           ,
           that
           made
           him
           tast
           no
           more
           .
        
         
           Virro
           commands
           for
           him
           ,
           and
           all
           the
           rest
        
         
           Of
           the
           Virronian
           rancke
           ,
           fruit
           of
           such
           Feast
        
         
           As
           thou
           shalt
           onely
           in
           their
           odour
           eat
           ;
        
         
           Such
           as
           Phaeacia's
           endlssse
           autumnes
           sweat
           ;
        
         
           Or
           thou
           wouldst
           thinke
           got
           from
           the
           golden
           trees
        
         
           That
           grew
           in
           guard
           of
           the
           Atlantides
           ,
        
         
           Where
           thou
           eat'st
           spaky
           fruit
           ,
           of
           that
           sowre
           sort
        
         
           That
           fresh-traind-souldiers
           feed
           on
           in
           their
           fort
           ,
        
         
           Bestow'd
           on
           them
           in
           practise
           of
           their
           Art
        
         
           At
           a
           stuft
           goat-skin
           ,
           to
           bestow
           a
           dart
           ,
        
         
           Fearing
           for
           their
           default
           ,
           the
           scourges
           smart
           .
        
         
           Perhaps
           ,
           for
           sauing
           cost
           ,
           thou
           maist
           conceiue
        
         
           That
           Virro
           feeds
           thee
           so
           ▪
           No
           ▪
           't
           is
           to
           greeue
        
         
         
           Thy
           greedy
           liquorous
           appetite
           ,
           because
        
         
           There
           is
           no
           Comedy
           of
           more
           applause
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           any
           excellentest
           Zany
           can
           ,
        
         
           More
           then
           a
           weeping-gut
           ,
           delight
           a
           man
           :
        
         
           All
           is
           then
           done
           :
           (
           if
           we
           must
           teach
           thine
           eares
           )
        
         
           To
           make
           thee
           purge
           thy
           choler
           by
           thy
           teares
           ,
        
         
           And
           liue
           still
           gnashing
           of
           thy
           great-eye-teeth
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           think'st
           ,
           he
           thinks
           thee
           free
           ;
           &
           not
           beneath
        
         
           Guests
           for
           his
           loue
           and
           Grace
           :
           but
           he
           knowes
           well
        
         
           Thee
           onely
           taken
           with
           his
           kitchins-smell
           :
        
         
           Nor
           thinks
           amisse
           :
           For
           who
           ,
           so
           naked
           liues
           ,
        
         
           That
           twice
           ,
           on
           his
           entreates
           ,
           attendance
           giues
           ?
        
         
           Vaine
           hope
           of
           supping-well
           ,
           deceiues
           you
           all
           :
        
         
           But
           see
           (
           say
           you
           )
           that
           halfe-eat
           hare
           will
           fall
        
         
           In
           his
           guift
           ,
           to
           our
           shares
           :
           Or
           of
           that
           bore
        
         
           Some
           little
           fragments
           ,
           that
           his
           Hanches
           wore
           :
        
         
           Or
           sure
           that
           Cap'net
           ;
           when
           ,
           for
           all
           prepar'd
           ;
        
         
           (
           Your
           musty
           bread
           par'd
           cleane
           )
           and
           no
           bit
           shar'd
        
         
           Of
           all
           those
           meats
           of
           marke
           ,
           and
           long'd-for
           dishes
        
         
           Your
           vaine
           hopes
           vanish
           ,
           and
           y'
           are
           mute
           as
           fishes
           .
        
         
           He
           's
           wise
           that
           serues
           thee
           so
           :
           for
           if
           thou
           can
        
         
           Beare
           all
           ,
           thou
           shouldst
           :
           and
           he
           's
           no
           vniust
           man
        
         
           That
           layes
           all
           on
           thee
           ,
           euen
           to
           stoope
           thy
           head
           ▪
        
         
           To
           the
           fooles
           Razor
           ;
           and
           be
           buffeted
           :
        
         
         
           〈◊〉
           if
           thou
           dost
           ,
           nor
           let'st
           thy
           Forag●
           〈◊〉
        
         
           Besides
           to
           suffer
           Virro's
           whipping
           cheare
           ,
        
         
           With
           all
           the
           sharpe
           Sauce
           ,
           that
           he
           can
           extend
           ,
        
         
           Thou'
           rt
           worthy
           such
           a
           feast
           ,
           and
           such
           a
           friend
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .