The revels; or A satyr against temple-ryots E. P. 1683 Approx. 18 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 9 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2007-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A54778 Wing P20A ESTC R203101 99825212 99825212 29589 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A54778) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 29589) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2093:21) The revels; or A satyr against temple-ryots E. P. [4], 12 p. printed for I.G., Lonndo [sic] : 1683. 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Inns of court -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. 2006-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-10 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-11 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2006-11 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2007-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE REVELS ; OR A SATYR AGAINST Temple-Ryots . Mundus in exitium ruit . LONNDO , Printed for I. G. 1683. TO THE BENCHERS . Gentlemen , IT must be confessed that we are fallen into the Dregs of Time , wherein Atheism and Profaness not only abound , but strive which should have the preheminence , which sufficiently appears by the late Transactions of some about you ; however 't is thought no way impertinent to Apologize for the ensuing Poem , which does not ( though it may be thought to ) reflect on any of the Grave and serious Gentlemen ( who are no less Eminent in the Abhorrence of such actions , then in the Law ) which at present possess the Honourable Bench , but merely on those hot-spurs who think Loyalty consists in being Eminently wicked , that think to regain the lost part of their Patrimony by sending the rest after , and that think the Law to be Honoured by such unlawful actions of its Pretenders ; And whether such Proceedings merit not such reproofs , is left to your serious Consideratin by him who is An Admirer of Your Honourable Society . E. P. THE REVELS ; OR A SATYR Against Temple-Ryots . HEav'ns ! What an Age is this ? what blushless times ? When we can smile and make a sport of crimes ; When by a Bloody-Flux of Oaths we sin , And when begun we ever do begin ; And never end ; Is Natures Cours dissolv'd ? Or is the Basis of the Earth revolv'd Into it's Pristine Chaos ? When for Joys , That solid are , we grasp at empty Toys ; And barter sense for Nonsense ; Gold , for Dross , And make a Loss-ful Gain by Gainful loss : Well did the Poets in their works presage , An Iron , to succeed the Golden , Age , Well did they tell us that Astrea left The treacherous Earth ; for that is now bereft Of all things that are Honest , Good and Just , Who flew with her from this defiled dust ; Gon are those Golden Days , I say , wherein Fraud and such Villanies could ne re be seen : When Suppliant pris'ners did not shake to see Their Angry Judge ; all things secure and free ; Poor Clients did not then attend the Gate Of their ne're-satisfied-Advocate : These days are vanish'd and our Modern times , Have nothing else but New-invented Crimes : Draw neer ye Stoicks , you whose Marble Eyes Can never melt ; whose graver Souls despise A Wrincle , come and burst your selvs to see Th' Abstract of Folly and Impiety . A Vanity which they of Old ne're knew , Which is as strange t' Imagin as 't is true . A Vanity which has created more Adorers , than was e're heard of before . Come and see how by Cheats they wealth acquire , ( The Grave is sooner cloy'd than their desire ▪ ) Walk but into their Hall and you shall see ( If I mistake not ) Hells Epitomy . One that was just now drench'd in Dana's shower , Has neither Gold not trust within his power . Here stands a man that spends his Mid-Day Sweat , And Mid-Night Oyl in studying how to Cheat ; And if it prove not to his wish'd desire , God damn the Dice I 'le throw them in the Fire . Give me more Dice , if those do not suffice To win , he 'l Seal it with his Oaths and Lyes , Which if deny'd Meet me to morrow Sir , Then follows , but be sure he 'l never stir From his Inchanted Castle , to be made , A Victim to be sent to th' Insernal shade . Go but within and see the Guineys fly And Dice , for these run Low and those too High. A voice from Hell then forthwith comes , , here here , Vsher come hither , Vsher now Draw near , God Damn the Dog for he does not appear . See how they labour with their Stygian crys , As if they were resolv'd to storm the Skys . With New-invented-Oaths ; and spend their Night In Cheats ▪ which they account their sole delight . If well accomplish'd ; and for Joy they screw Themselvs in Shapes , which Proteus never knew . Go but into another Room you 'l say , Size-Ace is that which carries all away : And being enter'd , Masters will you play ? Is the Infernal cry ; I want but one Will then accost you ; Master pray sit down ? These are the Pastimes which with such delight Are grasp'd , which now take up their day and Night . These are the Joys which are so much admir'd , And are by all ( though none but Fools ) desir'd . Now let us go and take a Turn or two , And for a while leave this Infernal crew To their indeared Pastimes , and go see With much disdain another Company . A Company that Fortune would not aid , Who for their folly have severely paid . Who made their brags but now , and will to Morrow , Be forc'd to Beg or Steal , at least to borrow . Have you not seen the Rose hang down ' its Head , When the bright Beams of th' Glorious Sun are fled , Just so they look as if they were struck Dead . Thus having lost their Coyn and Reason too ( And in this strait knowing not what to do ) With their Poor Omnia to the Brokers go , Others that ne're before perhaps could see A Penny , now to their Old Trade must fly Of Pocket Picking and of Thiefery . Others to be recruited now must go Unto their Masters Till which still doth flow . with Bags of Bullion that must satisfy Their craving Wants ; which they will re-supply . Thus being flush'd with new desire again , They come in hopes now for to throw a Main . But oh ! 't is gone , and that which they did borrow , Ev'n now , must be repaid by th' next days Sorrow . Thus he is like Act on ( who became To his own Cruel Dogs th' unhappy Game . ) Poorer than Irus now you may him see , And is become th' Abstract of Misery . Thus Game 's a civil Gun-powder in peace , Blowing up Houses with their whole increase . Now Marble-Stoick now approach in haste , Relinquish laughter , and now weep as fast . See how in Shoals they come whose noise appalls , Much worse than twenty Irish Funerals . The hideous clamour of great Nilus fall , If but to them compared , is but small . See what Gil-Fortune hath prepar'd to be As a Reward for this Loose Company Who made their whole Estate a Lottery . A Lavish Banquet she doth now prepare For the dejected Losers ) with much care . Knowing that Hungry Stomacks do ensue An Empty Pocket , which has miss'd but few . The Table 's spread , groans with Varieties Which do the most Luxurious Palate please . To Crown with full content the Appetite Nothing is wanting , that creates delight . The Studied Dishes which do re-supply Each vacancy , do so invite the Eye , That only with the sight 't will satisfy . Bacchus in burnish'd Gold doth now go round , And Musick with a well-digested sound Doth pierce the willing Air , in sweet contention , Raping the willing Ears into Attention . And since their Fortunes they cannot repair Camelion-like , by this Harmonious Air They must subsist hereafter , or despair . Plunged in Pleasures they consume their Nights In Gaming , and their Day in loose delights , Resolv'd t' employ each Minute of their time In that which has th' appearance of a Crime , Oh times ! Oh Manners ! which Antiquity In all its periods ne're the like could see , Nor will Posterity believe that e're , Such lavish Actions perpetrated were : This Age resolves to seek out nothing less Than th' very Quintessence of Wickedness , Fearing to come behind the Age before In Villanies , she now inventeth more , And for applause she acts them o're and o're . Thus Fortune having with contentment fed Her Needy Slaves , and Phaebus being fled With his Refulgent Rays far from our sight , They are incompass'd by the sable Night , Which Morpheus seeing , in great hast he came , And thus accosts them ; " Oh ye Sons of Fame " Appollo's Fiery Steeds are gone away " And quite withdrawn , to give a Noon of Day " Unto th' Antipodes , the sable Night " Is now approach'd , and Day hath took its flight . " Then let our Vows at Morpheus Shrine be paid , " And be ye not Eternal Vassals made " To Bacchanalian Revels , but begin " To make an end ; Is this a time to win ? " Adjourn until Aurora shall display " Her Rosie Cheeks ; then re-assume our Play. " Bid now farewell unto your sweet delights : " Let them end with the Days , let not the Nights " In them be spent ; but take your soft reposes ; " And lay your weary Heads on Beds of Roses : " See how the Tapers do consume away " Unwillingly ; as if resolv'd to stay " Their Exit , till they see you all give o're " Before you lose your small-remaining store . " Dissolve your selves , depart , for shame retire : " These restless actions pleasing Rest require . " The weary Traveller now dispossess'd " Of his great labours , doth desire rest , " Which so alleviates his dejected Mind , " That of his pains a present cure doth find . " By this , the Student is refresh'd from Pain , " And comes with greater vigour to 't again . " In short ; all Brutish Animals are made " More fit for use , when this great Debt is paid , " Then dis-ingage your selves , and take your flight : " Prorogue our pleasures , and enjoy the night , " In her sweet Slumbers , and in them delight . This said , he in great haste ascends the Skies , And unto the Coelestial Mansions flies . But hark ! no sooner had the God giv'n o're His Admonitions , but they ( as before ) To their affected Pastimes do retire , And do no other happiness desire . Thus do they prosecute a Vanity Which would create a Blush i' th' Sun , to see That those wild Hero's now should take delight Quite from the Wing of all their Fathers flight : Ah! Albion how miserably curst Art thou , from that bright lustre which at first Adorn'd thy Land , adorn'd thy Corners round , Which cannot Now , nor Ever will be found . But hold ! my Muse affrighted stands to see Of Turks and Tartars a grim Company ; All in their proper Habits , that you 'l swear They not Effigies be , but Real are . Here 's Sir and Madam so well joyn'd together , That the most piercing Eye cannot tell whether ▪ Of them to chuse , here 's Madam — Captain too Link'd with an English-Hogen ▪ Mogen Fro ; Next come of Rural Swains , a splendid Train , Who with their Daphnae's , trip it o're the Plain : Averse to all that 's Ill , they do appear As Innocent , as their white Garments are : Heav'ns ! what is this that to my wand'ring Eye Doth next appear , what is 't that I descry ? My feeble Pen amazed is to tell : Is it a Messenger new come from Hell ? No sure ; it wears a Gown , and you may see ( Oh Horrour ! ) that it is Divinity : Divinity ! methinks the Hills should turn , To Vallies sooner ; and the Water burn Than that Divinity should there be seen Who in such Temples never yet had been : Oh Impious Age ! devoted unto Ill , Void of all good , and is resolved still To persevere ; when wilt thou take thy fill ? Methinks it would have been a crime much less If that he had been cloak'd ; the only dress That is a scandal unto Holiness : A Salamanca-Doctor would have done Who doth pretend to both and yet hath none ; Or else some Quaking Naylor in his Band Who doth the Holy-Sister-hood command . With his light Spirit and his groping Hand : In fine , the white-Black Moors lead up the Rear , Who lively Representatives appear . These , though in different manner , all agree At once , to grace this Graceless Company ; That onely do excel in villany . O sacred Powers ( if facred Powers there be That with Assistance honour Poesie ) Assist my trembling and unable Pen T' Anatomize the Deeds of worse then men ; Whose Shameless Actions now might shame the Devil That scorn not to be thought the sum of evil . Did Nero now survive , no doubt but he , Would stand Intrans'd with wonder , for to see Such Actions perpetrated o're and o're , Which neither he , nor any saw before : And would repent , desiring ( though in vain ) His long-lost-Ashes to assume again , That he might be Comptroller of them all , Whose Joy for Romes destruction was but small To this , or yet his Mothers cruel fall : If ever Transmigration could be true 'T is now , 't is now , for here at once you view The Villanies that ever yet had been Transacted , which no Age the like has seen . Is money wanting to proceed ? you 'l see , Viïs & modis 't will acquired be . Is all their small remaining Stock but spent ? Forthwith ( t' acquire more ) a Parliament Convened is , where 't is Resolv'd a Lord Should then be Dubb'd and be by all ador'd . 'T is done , 't is done , see how his slaves like Apes Do screw their Bodies in a thousand shapes . Come next and see how they advance with hope In Riches to transcend the Mighty Pope Whose Quantum meruit is a Golden Rope . 'T is strange to think ( yet not so ▪ strange as true ) That among so great numbers such a few Should honest prove , for yet we Dayly find , Knaves are the greatest part of all Mankind . And where should Lewd and Idle Persons come , But to those places that afford them room . I 've done , but must all honest Men advise , Not to approach the place of so much Vice. FINIS .