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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Satire, English. 2005-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2005-11 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-01 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2006-01 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-04 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion VIRGIDEMIARVM Sixe Bookes . First three Bookes , Of Tooth-lesse Satyrs . 1. Poeticall . 2. Academicall . 3. Morall . LONDON Printed by Iohn Harison , for Robert Dexter . 1602. His Defiance to Enuie . Nay : let the prouder Pines of Ida feare The sudden fires of heauen : and decline Their yeelding tops , that dar'd the skies whilere : And shake your sturdie trunks ye prouder Pines , VVhose swelling graines are like be gald alone , VVith the deepefurrowes of the thunder-stone . Stand ye secure , ye safer shrubs below , In humble dales , whome heauns doe not despight : Nor angrie clouds conspire your ouerthrow , Enuying at your too-disdainfull hight . Let high attempts dread Enuy , and ill tongues , And cowardly shrinke for feare of causles wrongs So wont big Okes feare winding Yuy-weed : So soaring Egles feare the neighbour Sonne : ●o golden Mazor wont suspicion breed , deadly Hemlocks poysoned Potion , So Adders shroud themselues in fairest leaues : So fouler Fate the fayrer thing bereaues . Nor the low bush feares climbing Yuy-twine : Nor lowly Bustard dreads the distant rayes . Nor earthen Pot wont secret death to shrine : Nor suttle Snake doth lurke in pathed wayes . Nor baser deed dreads Enuy and ill tongues , Nor shrinks so soone for feare of causelesse wrongs . Needs me then hope , or doth me need mis-dread : Hope for that honor , dread that wrongfull spight : Spight of the partie , honor of the deede , VVhich wont alone on loftie obiects light . That Enuie should accoast my Muse and me , For this so rude , and recklesse Poesie . VVould she but shade her tender Browes with Bay , That now lye bare in carelesse wilfull rage : And trance her selfe in that sweete Extasey , That rouzeth drouping thoughts of bashfull age . ( Tho now those Bays , and that aspired thought , In carelesser age , she sets at worse then nought . ) Or would we loose her plumy pineon , Manicled long with bonds of modest feare : Soone might she haue those Kestrels proud out gone , VVhose flightie wings are dew'd with weeter aire ; And hopen now to shoulder from aboue The Eagle from the stayrs of friendly Ioue Or list she rather in late Triumph reare Eternall Trophees to some Conqueror , VVhose dead deserts slept in his Sepulcher , And neuer saw , nor life , nor light before : To lead sad Pluto captiue with my song , To grace the triumphs he obscur'd so long . Or scoure the rusted swords of Eluish knighes , Bathed in Pagan blood : or sheath them new In misty morall Types ; or tell their fights , VVho mightie Giants , or who Monsters slew . And by some strange inchanted speare and shield ▪ Vanquisht their foe , and wan the doubtfull field . May be she might in stately Stanzaes frame Stories of Ladies , and aduenturous knights , To raise her silent and inglorious name , Vnto areach-lesse pitch of Prayses hight . And somewhat say , as more vnworthie done . VVorthie of Brasse , and hoary Marble stone . Then might vaine Enuy waste her duller wing , To trace the aerysteps , she spiting sees : And vainly faint in hoplesse following The clouded paths her natiue drosse denies . But now such lowly Satyres here I sing , Not worth our Muse , not worth their enuying . To good ( if ill ) to be expos'd to blame : Too good , if worse , to shadow shamlesse vice . Ill , if too good , not answering their name : So good and ill infickle censure lies . Since in our Satyre lyes both good and ill , And they and it , inuarying readers will. VVitnesse ye Muses how I wilfull song These heddy rimes , withoutē second care : And wish't them worse , my guiltie thoughts among : The ruder Satyre should go rag'd and bare : And show his rougher and his hairy hide : Tho mine be smooth , and deckt in carelesse pride . VVould we but breath within a wax-bound quill . Pans seuenfold Pipe , some plaintiue Pastor all : To teach each hollow groue , and shrubby hill , Ech murmuring brooke , each solit arie vale To sound our loue , and to our song accord , VVearying Eccho with one changelesse word . Or list vs make two striuing shephards sing , VVith costly wagers for the victorie , Vnder Menalcas iudge : whiles one doth bring A caruen Bole well wrought of Beechen tree : Praysing it by the storie , or the frame , Or want of vse , or skilfull makers name . Another layeth a well-marked Lambe , Or spotted Kid , or some more forward Steere ; And from the Payle doth praise their fertile dam : So doe they striue in doubt , in hope , in feare , A wayting for their trustie Vmpires doome , Faulted as false , by him that 's ouercome . VVhether so me list my louely thought to sing , Come daunce ye nimble Dryads by my side : Ye gentlewood - Nymphs come : and with you bring The willing Faunes that mought your musick guide Com Nimphs and Faunes , that haunt those shady groues VVhiles I report my fortunes or my loues . Or whether list me sing so per sonate , My striuing selfe to conquer with my verse : Speake ye attentiue swaynes that heard me late , Needs me giue grasse vnto the Conquerers . At Colins feete I throw my yeelding reede : But let the rest win homage by their deed . But now ( ye Muses ) sith your sacred hests Profaned are by each presuming tongue : In scornfull rage I vow this silent rest , That neuer field nor groue shall heare my song . Only these refuse rymes I here mispend , To chide the world , that did my thoughts offend . De suis Satyris . Dum Satyrae dixi , videor dixisse Satirae Corripio ; aut istaec non satis est Satyra . Irafacit Satyram , reliquum Sat temperat iram ; Pinge two Satyram sanguine , tum Satyra est . Ecce nouam Satyram : Satyrum sine cornibus ! Euge Monstra noui monstri haec , & Satyri & Satyrae . VIRGIDEMIARVM . LIB . I. Prologue . I First aduenture , with foole-hardie might , To treade the steps of perilous despight : I first aduenture , follow me who list , And be the second English Satyrist . Enuy waits on my backe , Truth on my side : Enuy will be my Page , and Truth my Guide . Enuie the margent holds , and Truth the line : Truth doth approue , but enuie doth repine . For in this smoothing age who durst indite , Hath made his pen an hyred Parasite . To claw the back of him that beastly liues , And pranck base men in Proud Superlatiues . VVhence damned vice is shrouded quite from shame And crown'd with Vertues meed , immortall Name : Infamy dispossest of natiue due , Ordain'd of old on looser life to sue : The worlds eye bleared with those shamelesse lyes , Mask'd in the shew of meal-mouth'd Poesies . Go daring Muse , on with thy thanklesse taske , And do the vgly face of vice vnmaske : And if thou canst not thine high flight remit , So as it mought a lowly Satyre fit , Let lowly Satyres rise a loft to thee : Truth be thy speede , & Truth thy Patron bee . SAT. I. NOr Ladies wanton loue , nor wandring knight , Legend I out in rimes all richly dight . Nor fright the Reader with the Pagan vaunt Of mightie Mahound , and greate Termagaunt . Nor list I Sonnet of my Mistresse face , To paint some Blowesse with a borrowed grace , Nor can I bide to pen some hungrie Scene For thick-skin eares , and vndescerning eyne . Nor euer could my scornfull Muse abide With Tragick shooes her ankles for to hide . Nor can I crouch , and writhe my fauning tayle To some greate Patron , for my best auayle . Such hunger-staruen Trencher Poetrie , Or let it neuer liue , or timely die : Nor vnder euerie bank , and euerie Tree , Speake rymes vnto my oten Minstralsie : Nor caroll out so pleasing liuely laies , As mought the Graces moue my mirth to praise . Trumpet , and reeds , and socks , and buskins fine , I them bequeath : whose statues wandring Twine Of Yuy , mixt with Bayes , circlen around Their liuing Temples likewise Laurell-bound . Rather had I , albee in carelesse rymes , Check the mis-ordered world , and lawlesse times . Nor need I craue the Muses mid-wifry , To bring to light so worth-lesse Poetry : Or if we list , what baser Muse can bide , To sit and sing by Grantaes naked side ? They hunt the tyded Thames and salt Medway , Ere since the same of their late Bridall day . Nought haue we here but willow-shaded shore , To tell our Grant his banks are left for lore . SAT. II. VVhilome the sisters nine were Vestall maides , And held their Temple in the secret shades . Of faire Parnassus that two-headed hill , Whose auncient fame the Southern world did fill . And in the stead of their eternall fame , Was the coole streame , that tooke his endles name , From out the fertile hoofe of winged steed : There did they sit and do their holy deed , That pleas'd both heauen and earth : till that of late , Whome should I fault ? or the most righteous Fate ? Or heauen , or men , or fiends , or ought beside , That euer made that foule mischance betide ? Some of the sisters in securer shades . Defloured were : And euer since disdaining Sacred shame . Done ought that might their heauenly stock defame . Now is Pernassus turned to a stewes : And on Bay-stocks the wanton Myrtle grewes . Cythêron hill's become a Brothel-bed , And Pyrene sweete , turnd to a poysoned head Of cole-blacke puddle : whose infectious staine Corrupteth all the lowly fruitfull plaine . Their modest stole , to garish looser weede , Deck't with loue-fauors : their late whordoms meed . And where they wont sip of the simple flood , Now tosse they bowles of Bacchus boyling bloud , I maruelled much with doubtfull iealousie , Whence came such Litturs of new Poetrie ; Mee thought I fear'd , least the horse-hoofed well His natiue banks did proudly ouer-swell In some late discontent , thence to ensue Such wondrous rablements of Rime-sters new : But since , I saw it painted on Fames wings , The Muses to be woxen Wantonings . Each bush , each bank , and ech base Apple-squire , Can serue to sate their beastly lewd desire . Ye bastard Poets see your Pedigree From common Trulls and loathsome Brothelry . SAT. III. VVith some Pot-furie rauisht from their wit , They sit and muse on some no-vulgar writ : As frozen Dung-hils in a winters morne , That voyd of Vapours seemed all beforne , Soone as the Sun , sends out his piercing beames , Exhale out filthie smoke and stinking steames : So doth the base , and the fore-barren braine , Soone as the raging wine begins to raigne . One higher pitch'd doth set his soaring thought On crowned kings that Fortune hath low brought : Or some vpreared , high-aspiring swaine As it might be the Turkish Tamberlaine . Then weeneth he his base drink-drowned spright , Rapt to the threefold loft of heauen hight , When he conceiues vpon his fained stage The stalking steps of his greate personage , Graced with huf-cap termes , and thundring threats , That his poore hearers hayre quite vpright sets . Such soone , as some braue minded hungrie youth Sees fitly frame to his wide-strained mouth , He vaunts his voyce vpon an hyred stage , With high-set steps , and princely carriage ; Now soouping in side robes of Royaltie , That earst did skrub in lowsie brokerie . There if he can with termes Italianate , Big-sounding sentences , and words of state , Faire patch me vp his pure Iambick verse , He rauishes the gazing Scaffolders : Then certes was the famous Corduban Neuer but halfe so high Tragedian . Now , least such frightfull showes of Fortunes fall , And bloudy Tyrants rage , should chance appall The dead stroke audience , midst the silent rout , Comes leaping in a selfe-mis formed lout , And laughes , and grins , and frames his Mimik face , And iustles straight into the princes place . Then doth the Theatre Eccho all aloud , With gladsome noyse of that applauding croud . A goodly hoch-poch ; when vile Russettings , Are match with monarchs , and with mightie kings . A goodly grace to sober Tragick Muse , When each base clowne , his clumbsie fist doth bruise And show his teeth in double rotten-row , For laughter at his selfe-resembled show . Meane while our Poets in high Parliament , Sit watching euerie word , and gesturement , Like curious Censors of some doughtie geare , Whispering their verdit in their fellowes eare . Wo to the word whose margent in their scrole , Is noted with a blacke condemning Cole . But if each periode might the Synode please , Ho , bring the Iuy boughs , and bands of Bayes Now when they part and leaue the naked stage , Gins the bare hearer in a guiltie rage , To curse and ban , and blame his likerous eye , That thus hath lauisht his late halfe-penie . Shame that the Muses should be bought and sold , For euerie peasants brasse , on each scaffold . SAT. IIII. TOo popular is Tragicke Poesie , Strayning his tip-toes for a farthing fee , And doth besides on Rimelesse numbers tread , Vnbid Iambicks flow from carelesse head . Some brauer braine in high Heroick rimes Compileth worm-eate stories of olde times : And he like some imperious Maronist , Coniures the muses that they him assist . Then striues he to bumbast his feeble lines With farre-fetcht phrase : And maketh vp his hard-betaken tale With strange enchantments , fetcht from darkesome vale Of some Melissa , that by Magicke doome To Tuscans soyle transporteth Merlins toombe : Painters and Poets holde your auncient right : Write what you will , and write not what you might : Their limits be their list , their reason will. But if some Painter in presuming skill , Should paint the stars in center of the earth , Could ye forbeare some smiles , and taunting mirth ? But let no rebell Satyre dare traduce Th' eternall Legends of thy Faerie Muse , Renowmed Spencer : whom no earthly wight Dares once to emulate , much lesse dares despight . Salust of France , and Tuscan Ariost , Yeeld vp the Lawrell garland ye haue lost : And let all others willow weare with me , Or let their vndeseruing Temples bared be . SAT. V. ANother , whose more heauie hearted Saint Delights in nought but notes of rufull plaint , Vrgeth his melting Muse with sollem teares Rime of some drerie fates of lucklesse peeres . Then brings he vp some branded whining Ghost , To till how old misfortunes had him tost . Then must he ban the guiltlesse fates aboue , Or fortune fraile , or vnrewarded loue . And when he hath parbrak'd his grieued minde , He sends him downe where earst he did him find , Without one penie to pay Charons hire , That waiteth for the wandring ghosts retire . SAT. ANother scorns the home-spun thred of rimes , Match'd with the loftie feete of elder times : Giue me the numbred verse that Virgill sung , And Virgill selfe shall speake the English toung : Manhood and garboiles shall he chaunt with chaunged feete And head-strong Dactils making Musicke meete . The nimble Dactils striuing to out-go The drawling Spondees pacing it below . The lingring Spondees , labouring to delay , The breath-lesse Dactils with a sodaine stay . Who euer saw a Colte wanton and wilde , Yoakt with a slow-foote Oxe on fallow field ? Can right areed how handsomely besets Dull Spondees with the English Dactilets ? If Ioue speake English in a thundring cloud , Thwick thwack , and Riffe raffe , rores he out aloud . Fie on the forged mint that did create New coyne of words neuer articulate . SAT. VII . GReat is the folly of a feeble braine , Ore-rulde with loue , and tyrannous disdaine : For loue , how-euer in the basest brest , It breedes high thoughts that feed the fancie best . Yet is he blinde , and leades poore fooles awrie , While they hang gazing on their mistresse eye . The loue-sicke Poet , whose importune prayer Repulsed is with resolute dispaire , Hopeth to conquer his disdainfull dame , With publike plaints of his conceiued flame . Then powres he foorth in patched Sonettings , His loue , his lust , and loathsome flatterings : As tho the staring world hāgd on his sleeue , When once he smiles , to laugh : and when he sighs , to grieue . Careth the world , thou loue , thou liue , or die ? Careth the world how faire thy faire one be ? Fond wit-wal that wouldst lode thy wit-lesse head With timely hornes , before thy Bridall bed . Then can he terme his durtie ill-fac'd Bride Ladie and Queene , and virgin deified : Be shee all sootie-blacke , or berie browne , Shee 's white as morrows milk , or flakes new blowne . And tho she be some dunghill drudge at home , Yet can he her resigne some refuse roome Amids the well-knowne stars : or if not there , Sure will he saint her in his Calendere . SAT. VIII . HEnce ye prophane : mell not with holy things , That Sion Muse from Palestina brings . Parnassus is transform'd to Sion-hill , And Iury-palmes her steepe ascents done fill . Now good S. Peter weepes pure Helicon , And both the Maries make a Musicke mone : Yea and the Prophet of the heauenly Lire , Great Salomon , sings in the English Quire , And is become a new found Sonetist , Singing his loue , the holy spouse of Christ : Like as she were some light-skirts of the rest , In mightiest Ink-hornismes he can thither wrest . Ye Sion Muses shall by my deare will , For this your zeale , and farre-admired skill , Be straight transported from Ierusalem , Vnto the holy house of Bethleem . SAT. IX . ENuie ye Muses , at your thriuing Mate , Cupid hath crowned a new Laureat : I saw his statue gayly tyr'd in greene , As if he had some second Phoebus beene . His Statue trimd with the Venerean tree , And shrined faire within your Sanctuarie . What , he , that ea●st to gaine the riming Goale The worne Recitall-post of Capitol , Rimed in rules of Stewish ribaldrie , Teaching experimentall bauderie ? Whiles th'itching vulgar tickled with the song , Hanged on their vnreadie Poets tongue . Take this ye patient Muses : and foule shame Shall waite vpon your once profaned name . Take this , ye Muses , this so high despight , And let all hatefull lucklesse birds of night : Let Scriching Owles nest in your razed roofes , And let your sloore with horned Satyres hoofes Be dinted and defiled euerie morne : And let your walles be an eternall scorne . What if some Shordich furie should incite Some lust-stung letcher : must he needes indite The beastly rites of hyred Venerie , The whole worlds vniuersall bawd to be ? Did neuer yet no damned Libertine , Nor elder Heathen , nor new Florentine , Tho they were famous for lewd libertie , Venture vpon so shamefull villanie Our Epigrammatarians olde and late , Were wont be blam'd for too licentiate . Chast men , they did but glaunce at Lesbias deed , And handsomely leaue off with cleanly speed . But Arts of Whoring : stories of the stewes , Ye Muses , will ye beare , and may refuse ? Nay let the Diuell , and Saint Valentine , Be gossips to those ribald rimes of thine . FINIS . VIRGIDEMIARVM . LIB . II. Prologue . OR beene the Manes of that Cynick spright , Cloth'd with some stubborn clay & led to light ? Or doe the relique ashes of his graue Reuiue and rise from their for saken caue ? That so with gall-weet words and speeches rude , Controls the maners of the multitude . Enuie belike incites his pining heart , And bids it sate it selfe with others smart . Nay , no despight : but angrie Nemesis , VVhose scourge doth follow all that done amisse : That scourge I beare , albe in rude fist , And wound , and strike , and pardon whom she list . SAT. I. FOr shame write better Labeo , or write none , Or better write , or Labeo write alone , Nay call the Cynick but a wittie foole , Tnence to abiure his handsome drinking bole : Because the thirstie swaine with hollow hand , Conueied the streame to weet his drie weasand . Write they that can , tho they that cannot , doe : But who knowes that , but they that do not know . Lo what it is that makes white rags so deare , That men must giue a teston for a queare . Lo what it is that makes goose-wings so scant , That the distressed Semster did them want , So , lauish ope-tyde causeth fasting-lents , And starueling Famine comes of large expence . Might not ( so they where pleasd that beene aboue ) Long Paper-abstinence our death remoue ? Then manie a Lollerd would in forfaitment , Beare Paper-fagots ore the Pauement . But now men wager who shall blot the most , And each man writes . Ther 's so much lobour lost , That 's good , that 's great : Nay much is sildome well , Of what is bad , a littl 's a greate deale . Better is more : but best is nought at all . Lesse is the next , and lesser criminall . Little and good , is greatest good saue one , Then Labeo , or write little or write none . Tush but small paynes can be but little art , Or lode full drie-fats fro the forren mart . With Folio-volumes , two to an Oxe hide , Or else ye Pamphleter go stand a side , Reade in each Schoole , in euerie margent coted , In euerie Catalogue for an autour noted . There 's happinesse well giuen , and well got , Lesse gifts , and lesser gaines I weigh them not . So may the Giant rome and write on high , Be he a Dwarfe that writes not their as I. But well fare Strabo , which as stories tell , Contriu'd all Troy within one Walnut shell . His curious ghost now lately hither came . Arriuing neere the mouth of luckie Tame : I saw a Pismire strugling with the lode , Dragging all Troy home towards her abode . Now dare we hither , if we durst appeare , The subtile Stithy-man that liu'd while eare : Such one was once , or once I was mistaught , A Smith at Uulcans owne forge vp brought , That made an Iron-chariot so light , The coach-horse was a Flea in trappings dight . The tame-lesse steed could well his wagon wield , Through downes and dales of the vneuen field . Striue they laugh we : meane while the black storie Passes new Strabo , and new Straboes Troy. Little for great : and great for good : all one : For shame or better write , or Labeo write none . But who coniur'd this bawdie Poggies ghost , From out the stewes of his lewde home-bred coast : Or wicked Rablais dronken reuellings , To grace the mis-rule of our Tauernings ? Or who put Bayes into blind Cupids fist , That he should crowne what Laureats him list ? Whose words are those , to remedie the deed , That cause men stop their noses when they read ? Both good things ill , and ill things well : all one ? For shame write cleanly Labeo , or write none . SAT. II. TO what end did our lauish auncestours , Erect of old these stately piles of ours ? For thred-bare clearks , and for the ragged Muse Whom better fit some cotes of sad secluse ? Blush niggard Age , and be asham'd to see , These monuments of wiser ancestrie . And ye faire heapes the Muses sacred shrines , ( In spight of time and enuious repines ) Stand still and flourish till the worlds last day , Vpbrayding it with former loues decay . Here may you Muses , our deare Soneraignes , Scorne each base Lordling euer you disdaines , And euerie peasant churle , whose smokie roofe Denied harbour for your deare behoofe . Scorne ye the world before it do complaine , And scorne the world that scorneth you againe . And scorne contempt it selfe that doth incite Each single-sold Squire to set you at so light . What needes me care for anie bookish skill , To blot white papers with my restlesse quill : Or poare on painted leaues : or beat my braine With far-fetch thought , or to consume in vaine In latter Euen , or midst of winter nights , Ill sinelling oyles , or some still-watching lights . Let them that meane by bookish buisinesse To earne their bread : or hopen to professe Their hard got skill : let them alone for mee ; Busie their braines with deeper bookerie . Great gaines shall bide you sure , when ye haue spent A thousand Lamps : and thousand Reames haue rent Of needlesse papers , and a thousand nights Haue burned out with costly candle lights . Ye palish ghosts of Athens ; when at last , Your patrimonie spent in witlesse wast , Your friends all wearie , and your spirits spent , Ye may your fortunes seeke : and be forwent SAT. III. VVho doubts ? The lawes fel down frō heauēs height , Like to some gliding starre in winters night . Themis the Scribe of God did long agone , Engraue them deepe in during Marble-stone , And cast them downe on this vnruly clay , That men might know to rule and to obay . But now their Characters depraued bin , By them that would make gain of others sin . And now hath wrong so maistered the right , That they liue best , that on wrongs off all light ; So loathly flye that liues on galled wound , And scabby festers inwardly vnsound , Feedes fatter with that poysnous carrion , Then they that haunt the healthy lims alone . Wo to the weale where many Lawiers bee , For there is sure much store of maladie . T' was truely said , and truely was foreseene The fat kine are deuoured of the leane . Genus and Species long since barefoote went , Vpon their ten-toes in wilde wanderment : Whiles father Bartoll on his footcloth rode , Vpon high pauement gayly siluer-strowd . Each home-bred science percheth in the chaire , While sacred artes grouell on the groundsell bare . Since pedling Barbarismes gan be in request , Nor classicke tongues , nor learning found no rest . The crowching Client , with low-bended knee , And manie Worships , and faire flatterie , Tels on his tale as smoothly as him list , But still the Lawyers eye squints on his fist : If that seeme lined with a larger fee , Doubt not the suite , the law is plaine for thee . Tho must he buy his vainer hope with price , Disclout his crownes , and thanke him for aduice . So haue I seene in a tempestuous stowre , Some bryer-bush shewing shelter from the showre , Vnto the hopefull sheepe , that faine would hide His fleecie coate from that same angrie tide . The ruthlesse breere regardlesse of his plight , Laies holde vpon the fleece he should acquite , And takes aduantage of the carelesse pray , That thought she in securer shelter lay . The day is faire , the sheepe would fare to feede : The tyrant Brier holdes fast his shelters meed , And claimes it for the fee of his defence : So robs the sheepe , in fauours faire pretence . SAT. IIII. VVOrthie were Galen to be weighed in gold , Whose help doth sweetest life & helth vphold Yet by S. Escnlape he sollemne swore , That for diseases they were neuer more , Fees neuer lesse , neuer so little gaine , Men giue a groate and aske the rest againe . Groats-worth of health , can anie leech allot ? Yet should he haue no more that giues a groate : Should I on each sicke plliow leane my brest . And grope the pulse of euerie mangie wrest : And spie out maruels in each Vrinall : And rumble vp the filths that from them fall , And giue a Dosse for euerie disease , In prescripts long and tedious Recipes : All for so leane reward of Art and me ? No Horse-leach but will looke for larger fee. Meane while if chaunce some desp'rate patient die , Com'n to the Period of his destinie : ( As who can crosse the fatall resolution , In the decreed day of dissolution : ) Whether ill tendment , or recurelesse paine , Procure his death ; the neighbours all complaine , Th'unskilfull leech murdred his patient , By poyson of some foule Ingredient . Hereon the vulgar may as soone be brought To Socrates-his poysoned Hemlock-drought , As to the wholsome Iulap , whose receat Might his diseases lingring force defeat . If nor a dramme of Triacle soueraigne , Or Aqua vitae , or Sugar Candian , Nor Kitchin-cordials can it remedie , Certes his time is come , needs mought he die . Were I a leech , as who knowes what may be , The liberall man should liue , and carle should die . The sickly Ladie , and the gowtie Peere Still would I haunt , that loue their life so deare . Where life is deare , who cares for coyned drosse ? That spent , is counted gaine , and spared , losse : Or would coniure the Chymick Mercurie , Rise from his hors-dung bed , and vpwards flie : And with glasse-stils , and sticks of Iuniper , Raise the Black-spright that burnes not with the fire : And bring Quintessence of Elixir pale , Out of sublimed spirits minerall . Each powdred graine raunsometh captiue kings , Purchaseth Realmes , and life prolonged brings . SAT. V. SAw'st thou euer Siquis patch'd on Pauls Church doore , To seeke some vacant Vicarage before ? Who wants a Churchman , that can seruice sey , Read fast , and faire , his monthly Homiley ? And wed , and burie , and make Christen-soules ? Come to the left-side Alley of Saint Poules . Thou seruile Foole , why could'st thou not repaire To buy a Benefice at Steeple-Faire ? There moughtest thou for but a slender price , Aduowson thee with some fat benefice : Or if thee list not waite for dead mens shoon , Nor pray ech morn th'incumbents daies were doon : A thousand Patrons thither ready bring , Their new-falne Churches to the Chaffering , Stake three yeares Stipend ; no man asketh more : Go take possession of the Church-porch-doore : And ring thy bels ; lucke stroken in thy fist : The Parsonage is thine or ere thou wist . Saint Fooles of Go●am , mought thy parish be , For this thy base and seruile Symonie . SAT. VI. A Gentle Squire would gladly intertaine Into his house , some trencher-Chaplaine : Some willing man that might instruct his sons , And that would stand to good conditions . First that He lie vpon the Truckle-bed , Whiles his yong maister lieth ore his hed . Second , that he do , on no default , Euer presume to sit aboue the salt . Third , that he neuer change his trencher twise . Fourth , that he vse all common courtesies : Sit bare at meales , and one halfe rise and wait . Last , that he neuer his yong master beat , But he must aske his mother to define , How manie ierkes she would his breech should line . All these obseru'd , he could contented bee , To giue fiue markes and winter liuerie . SAT. VII . IN th' heauens vniuersall Alphabet . All earthly thinges so surely are foreset , That who can read those figures , may foreshew What euer thing shall afterwards ensue Faine would I know ( might it our Artist please ) Why can his tell-troth Ephemerides Teach him the weathers state so long beforne : And not fore-tell him , nor his fatall horne Nor his deaths-day , nor no such sad euent Which he mought wisely labour to preuent ? Thou damned mock-art , and thou brainsick tale , Of old Astrologie : where didst thou vaile Thy cursed head thus long : that so it mist The black bronds of some sharper Satyrist . Some doting gossip mongst the Chaldee wiues , Did to the credulous world thee first deriue : And superstition nurs'd thee euer sence , And publisht in profounder Arts pretence : That now who pares his nailes , or libs his swine , But he must first take counsell of the signe . So that the Vulgars count for faire or foule , For liuing or for dead , for sicke or whole : His feare or hope , for plentie or for lacke , Hangs all vpon his New-yeares Almanack . If chance once in the spring his head should ake : It was foretold : Thus sayes mine Almanack . In th' heauens High-streete are but dozen roomes , In which dwels all the world , past and to come : Twelue goodly Innes they are , with twelue fayre signes , Euer well tended by our Star-diuines . Euerie mans head Innes at the horned Ramme , The whiles the necke the Black-buls guest became : The'arms by good hap , meet at the wrastling twins , Th' heart in the way at the Blew-lion innes . The legs their lodging in Aquarius got , That is the Bride-streete of the heauen , I wot . The feete tooke vp the Fish with teeth of gold : But who with Scorpio lodg'd , may not be told . What office then doth the Star-gazer beare ? Or let him be the heauens Ostelere : Or Tapsters some : or some be Chamberlaines , To waite vpon the guests they entertaine . Hence can they reade , by vertue of their trade , When anie thing is mist where it was laide . Hence they diuine , and hence they can deuise : If their ayme faile , the Stars to moralize . Demon my friend once liuer-sicke of loue , Thus learn'd I by the signes his griefe remoue . In the blinde Archer first I saw the signe , When thou receiu'dst that wilfull wound of thine : And now in Uirgo is that cruell mayd , Which hath not yet with loue thy loue repaide . But marke when once it comes to Gemini , Straight way Fish-whole shall thy sicke liuer be . But now ( as th' angrie Heauens seeme to threat Manie hard Fortunes , and disastres great : If chance it come to wanton Capricorne , And so into the Rams disgracefull horne , Then learne thou of the vgly Scorpion , To hate her for her fowle abusion : Thy refuge then the Ballance be of Right , Which shall thee from thy broken bond acquite : So with the Crab , go backe whence thou began , From thy first match : and liue a single man. FINIS . VIRGIDEMIARVM . LIB . III. Prologue . Some say my Satyres ouer-loosely flowe , Nor hide their gall inough from open showe : Not riddle like , obscuring their intent ; But packe-staffe plaine , vttring what thing they ment : Contrarie to the Roman ancients , VVhose words were short , and darkesome was their sence . VVho reades one line of their harsh poesies , Thrise must he take his winde , and breath him thrise . My Muse would follow them that haue fore-gone , But cannot with an English pineon , For looke howfarre the ancient Comedie Past former Satyres in her libertie : Sofarre must mine yeeld vnto them of olde . 'T is better be too bad , then be too bolde . SAT. I. TIme was , and that was term'd the time of Gold , When world and time were young , that now are old . ( When quiet Saturne swaid the mace of lead , And Pride was yet vnborne , and yet vnbred . ) Time was , that whiles the Autumne fall did last , Our hungrie sires gapte for the falling mast of the Dodonian oakes . Could no vnhusked Akorne leaue the tree , But there was challenge made whose it might be . And if some nice and licorous appetite , Desir'd more daintie dish of rare delite , They scal'd the stored Crab with clasped knee , Till they had sated their delicious eye : Or search'd the hopefull thicks of hedgy-rowes , For brierie berries , or hawes , or sowrer sloes : Or when they meant to fare the fin'st of all , They lickt oake-leaues besprint with hony fall . As for the thrise three-angled beech nut-shell , Or chesnuts armed huske , and hid kernell , No Squire durst touch , the law would not afford , Kept for the Court , and for the kings owne bord . Their royall Plate was clay , or wood , or stone : The vulgar , saue his hand , else had he none . Their onely seller was the neighbour brooke . None did for better care , for better looke . Was then no playning of the Brewers scape , Nor greedie Uintner mixt the strained grape . The kings pauilion , was the grassy green , Vnder safe shelter of the shadie treen . Vnder each banke men layd their lims along , Not wishing anie ease , not fearing wrong : Clad with their owne , as they were made of old , Not fearing shame , not feeling anie cold , But when by Ceres huswifrie and paine , Men learn'd to burie the reuiuing graine : And father Ianus taught the new found vine , Rise on the Elme , with many a friendly twine .. And base desire bad men to deluen low , For needlesse mettals : then gan mischiefe grow . Then farwell fayrest age , the worlds best dayes : Thriuing in ill as it in age decaies . Then crept in Pride , and peeuish Couetise : And men grue greedie , discordous and nice . Now man , that earst Haile fellow was with beast , Woxe on to weene himselfe a God at least . No aerie foule can take so high a flight , Tho she her daring wings in clouds haue dight : Nor fish can diue so deepe in yeelding Sea. Tho Thetis-selfe should sweare her safetie : Nor fearfull beast can dig his caue so lowe , All could he further then earths center go : As that the ayre , the earth , or Ocean , Sould shield them from the gorge of greedie man. Hath vtmost Inde ought better then his owne ? Then vtmost Inde is neare , and rife to gone . O Nature : was the world ordain'd for nought , But fill mans maw , and feede mans idle thought ? Thy Grandsires words sauor'd of thriftie Leekes , Or manly Garlicke , But thy furnace reekes , Hote steams of wine : and can a loofe descrie The drunken draughts of sweete Autumnitie . They naked went : or clad in ruder hide : Or home-spun Russet , void of forraine pride : But thou canst maske in garish gauderie , To suit a fooles far-fetched liuerie . A French head ioyn'd to necke Italian : Thy thighs from Germanie , and brest fro Spains : An Englishman in none , a foole in all : Many in one , and one in seuerall . Then men were men , but now the greater part Beasts are in life , and women are in heart . Good Saturne selfe , that homely Emperour ? In proudest pompe was not so clad of yore , As is the vnder-groome of the Ostlerie , Husbanding it in work-day yeomanrie . Lo the long date of those expired daies , Which the inspired Merlins word fore-saies : When dunghill Pesants shall be dight as kings , Then one confusion another brings : Then farewell fairest age , the worlds best daies , Thriuing in ill , as it in age decaies . SAT. II. GReat Osmond knowes not how he shal be known When once great Osmond shal be dead & gone : Vnlesse he reare vp some rich monument , Ten furlongs nearer to the firmament . Some stately tombe he builds , Egyptian wise , Rex Regum written on the Pyramis : Where as great Arthur lies in ruder oke , That neuer felt none but the fellers stroke . Small honour can be got with gaudie graue : Nor it thy rotten name from death can saue . The fairer tombe , the fowler is thy name . The greater pompe procuring greater shame , Thy monument make thou thy liuing deeds : No other tombe then that , true vertue needs , What ? had he nought whereby he might be knowne , But costly pilements of some curious stone ? The matter , Natures , and the workmans frame , His purses cost ; where then is Osmonds name ? Deseru'dst thou ill ? well were thy name and thee . Wert thou inditched in great secrecie , Where as no passenger might curse thy dust , Nor dogs sepulchrall sate their gawning lust . Thine ill deserts cannot be graued with thee , So long as on thy graue they ingraued bee . SAT. III. THe curteous Citizen bad me to his feast , With hollow words , and ouerly request : Come , will ye dine with me this Holy day ? I yeelded , tho he hop'd I would say Nay : For had I mayden'd it , as many vse : Loath for to graunt , but loather to refuse . A lacke sir , I were loath , Another day : I should but trouble you : pardon me , if you may . No pardon should I need ; for , to depart He giues me leaue : and thanks too , in his heart . Two words for monie , Darbishirian wise : ( That 's one too manie ) is a naughtie guise , Who lookes for double biddings to a feast , May dine at home for an importune guest . I went , then saw , and found the greate expence : The fare and fashions of our Citizens . Oh : Cl●lopatricall : what wanteth there For curious cost , and wondrous choise of cheare ? Beefe , that earst Hercules held for finest fare : Porke , for the fat Boeotian , or the hare For Martiall : fish for the Venetian , Goose-liuer for the likorous Romane , Th' Athenians goate , Quaile , Iolans cheere , The Hen for Esculape ; and the Parthian Deere , Grapes for Arcesilas , figs for Platoes mouth , And Chesnuts faire for Amarillis tooth . Had'st thou such cheere , wer 't thou euer there before Neuer : I thought so : nor come there no more . Come there no more ; for so ment all that cost : Neuer hence take me for thy second host . For whome he meanes to make an often guest , One dish shall serue ; and welcome make the rest . SAT. IIII. VVEre yesterday Polemons Natals kept That so his threshold is all freshly steept With new-shed bloud ? could he not sacrifice Some sorry morkin that vnbidden dies : Or meager heifer , or some roten Ewe : Rut he must needs his Posts with bloud embrew , And on his way-doore fixe the honned head , With slowers , and with ribbands garnished ? Now shall the passenger deeme the man deuout . What boots it be so , but the world must know 't ? O the fond boasting of vaineglorious man : Does he the best , that may the best be seene ? Who euer giues a paire of veluet shooes To th' holy Road : or liberally allowes : But a new rope , to ring the Couure-feu Bell , But he desires that his great deed may dwell , Or grauen in the Chancel-window-glasse , Or in the lasting tombe of plated brasse . For he that doth so few deseruing deeds , T' were sure his best sue for such larger meeds . Who would inglorious liue , inglorious die , And might eternize his names memorie ? And he that cannot brag of greater store , Must make his somewhat much , and little more . Nor can good Myson weare on his left hond , A signet ring of Bristol-diamond : But he must cut his gloue , to shew his pride , That his trim Iewel might be better spide : And that men monght some Burgesse him repute , With Satten sleeues hath grac'd his sackeloth sure . SAT. V. FIe on all Curtesie , and vnruly windes , Two onely foes that faire disguisement findes . Strange curse ! But fit for such a sickle age , When Scalpes are subiect to such vassalage . Late trauailing along in London way , Mee met , as seem'd by his disguis'd aray , A lustie Courtier , whose curled head , With abron locks was fairely furnished . I him saluted in our lauish wise : He answeres my vntimely courtesies . His bonnet vail'd , ere euer he could thinke , Th' unruly winde blowes off his Periwinke . He lights , and runs , and quickly hath him sped , To ouertake his ouerrunning head . The sportfull winde , to mocke the Headlesse man , Tosses apace his pitch'd Rogerian : And straight it to a deeper ditch hath blowne : There must my yonker fetch his waxen crowne . I lookt , and laught , whiles in his raging minde , He curst all Curtesie , and vnruly winde . I lookt , and laught , and much I meruailed , To see so large a Caus-way in his head . And me bethought , that when it first begon , T' was some shroad Autumne , that so bar'd the bone . Is 't not sweete pride , when men their crownes must With that which ierks the hams of euery iade Or floor-strowd locks from off the Barbers sheares ? But waxen crownes well gree with borrowed haires . SAT. VI. WHen Gullion di'd ( who knowes not Gullion ? ) And his drie soule arriu'd at Acheron , He faire besought the Feryman of hell , That he might drinke to dead Pantagruel . Charon was afraid least thirstie Gullion , Would haue drunke drie the riuer Acheron . Yet last consented for a little hyre , And downe he dips his chops deepe in the myre , And drinks , and drinks , and swallows in the streeme , Vntill the shallow shores all naked seeme . Yet still he drinkes , nor can the Botemans cries , Nor crabbed oares , nor prayers make him rise . So long he drinkes , till the blacke Carauell , Stands still fast grauel'd on the mud of hell . There stand they still , nor can go , nor retyre , Tho greedie ghosts quicke passage did require . Yet stand they still , as tho they lay at rode , Till Gullion his bladder would vnlode . They stand , and waite , and pray for that good houre : Which when it came , they sailed to the shore . But neuer since dareth the Feryman , Once intertaine the ghost of Gullian . Drinke on drie soule , and pledge sir Gullion : Drinke to all healths , but drinke not to thine owne . Desunt nonnulla . SAT. VII . SEest thou how gayly my yong maister goes , Vaunting himselfe vpon his rising toes , And pranks his hand vpon his daggers side , And picks his glutted teeth since late Noon-tide ? T is Russio : Trow'st thou where he din'd to day : In sooth I saw him sit with Duke Humfray . Manie good welcoms , and much Gratis cheere , Keepes he for euerie stragling Caualiere : An open house haunted with greate resort , Long seruice mixt with Musicall disport . Manie faire yonker with a fether'd crest , Chooses much rather be his shot free guest , To fare so freely with so little cost , Then stake his Twelue-pence to a meaner host . Hadst thou not told me , I should surely say , He touch't no meat of all this liue-long day . For sure me thought , yet that was but a ghesse , His eyes seeme sunke for verie hollownesse , But could he haue ( as I did it mistake ) So little in his purse , so much vpon his backe : So nothing in his maw : yet seemeth by his belt , That his gaunt gut , no too much stuffing felt . Seest thou how side it hangs beneath his hip ? Hunger , and heauie Iron makes girdles slip . Yet for all that , how stifly strits he by , All trapped in the new-found brauerie . The Nuns of new-woon Cales his bonnet lent , In lieu of their so kind a Conquerment . What needed he fetch that from farthest Spaine , His Grandame could haue lent with lesser paine ? Tho he perhaps neuer past the English shore ; Yet faine would counted be a Conquerour . His haire French like ; stares on his frighted hed , One locke Amazon-like disheueled : As if he ment to weare a natiue cord , If chaunce his Fates should him that bane afford , All Brittish bare vpon the bristled skin , Close noched is his beard both lip and chin : His linnen collar Labyrinthian-set , Whose thousand double turnings neuer met : His sleeues halfe hid with elbow - Pineonings , As if he ment to flie with linnen wings . But when I looke and cast mine eyes below , What monster meets mine eyes in humane show ? So lender wast with such an Abbots loyne , Did neuer sober Nature sure conioyne . Lik'st a strawne scar-crow in the new-sowne field , Reard on some sticke , the tender corne to shield : Or if that semblance suite not eueric deale , Like a broad shak-forke with a slender steale . Despised Nature suit them once aright , Their bodie to their cote : both now mis-dight : Their bodie to their clothes might shapen bee , That nill their clothes shape to their bodie . Meane while I wonder at so prowd a backe , Whiles th' emptie guts lowd rumblen for long lacke , The bellie enuieth the backs bright glee , And murmurs at such inequalitie . The backe appeares vnto the partiall ●ine , The plaintiue belly pleads they bribed beene : And he for want of better Aduocate , Doth to the eare his iniurie relate . The backe insulting ore the bellies need , Saies : thou thy selfe , I others eyes must feed . The maw , the guts , all inward parts complaine The backs great pride , and their owne secret paine . Ye witlesse gallants , I beshrew your hearts , That sets such discord twixt agreeing parts , Which neuer can be set at onement more , Vntill the mawes wide mouth be stopt with store . THE CONCLVSION of all . THus haue I writ in smoother Cedar tree , So gentle Satyrs , pend so easily . Henceforth I write in crabbed oake-tree rindes Search they that meane the secret meaning finde . Holde out ye guiltie , and ye galled hides , And meete my far-fetch't stripes with waiting sides . FINIS .