❧ A Medicinable Moral, that is, the two Books of Horace his satires, englished according to the prescription of saint Jerome.  Episto. ad Ruffin. 
Quod malum est, muta. 
 Quod bonum est, prode.  
The Wailyng of the Prophet Hieremiah, done into english verse. Also Epigrams.  
T. Drant.  
Antidotis salutaris amaror.  
Perused and allowed according to the queens majesties Injunctions.  
Imprinted at London in Fleetstreet by Thomas Marsh. M.D.LXVI.   

TO THE RIGHT Honourable my Lady Ba●on, and my lady Cicell, sisters, favourers of learning and virtue.   

TO THE READER.  
GENTLE and Christian Reader, misery from our beginning: and tyranny of appetite to our ending. The one will master us by that we be borne: and the other disquiet us to the very moment that we die. The selynes of misery, should, and might be cause in us to kill, and mortify the appetite: but we make the sovereignty of our appetite, a speedy introduction to all kind of misery. appetite is one way natural, and so far to be allowed of. Again she is a lawless lusting of the flesh, the which flesh is our own, so that such appetite, or lust, is our near ally, and in deed altogether sibbe us. By the which knot of alliance she will still be acquainted, and upon long acquaintance grow to a strong, and mighty credit with us: as, to lead, & mislead us, and most unnaturally abuse us, her own natural kinsfolk, and fosterers. The flesh wisheth after sundry things, and that in sundry manner: All the which lusting, is concupiscence, or appetite: so that Appetite is divers, therefore her fruits are manifold, her fruits are sins, the guardon of sin is death: and because we are all loath to die, it were well done we should mark some lessons available, and restorative to life. Sin is not only fruitful in springing, but if she be cropped, like Hydra's heads in multiplying. It is therefore half a victory to beat her down: and a triumphant conquest to hold her down. Neither is she more strong than fly, so that when she can not overcum us by puissance, she will, and doth deceive us by guile: and failing to prevail as a tyrant, she never faileth to play her pagiaunte as an hypocrite. worthily therefore is she portrayed of the best practised, and most heedful painters half clad, and half bare. The philosophers say, the more gross part is apparent: and the more hurtful part covered or dissembled. So that here is wisdom There was never yet coin so well stamped, but there hath been forged divers the like counterfeits: and the better coin, the more counterfeits thereof. The most clear and bright virtue, that hath, or shall flourish was never so modest in attire, but vice (how drabbishe so ever she hath been) hath brought to pass to be counted as demure, and matron like. The more beautiful the virtue is the more dangerous is her vicious counterfeit. And because each like thing tendereth his like, therefore, semblable virtues are deceived in semblable vices. So that those virtues (silly innocentes as they be) receive for friends their enemies, for true and very sisters, untrue and deceitful foes. Under the wings of many a good virtue, sleepeth sound many a lewd vice. Likewise the likelihood that hypocrites seem to have with the best lived, is to them from time to time, a quiet and most easeful harbour. Yea, the godly oft times not so much had in price, as their counterfeits, dissembling naughty packs. And how cometh (think you) to pass, this so blind and disordered a tragedy? because (as I erst said) the more part of vice is covered. And as few or none with insyghte can pierce through her clothes: so few or none do attempt to divest or pluck of her vail of hypocrisy. Horace was excellent good in his time, a much zealous controller of sin, but chief one that with sharp satires and cutting quippies, could well display and disease a glosser. The holy Prophet jeremy did ruefully and waylingly lamonte the deep and massy enormities of his times, & earnestly prognosticate and forspeake the sorry and sour consequents that came after, and sauce with tears the hard plagues that had gone before. Therefore as it is meet for a man of god rather to weep then to jest: and not undecent for a profane writer to be jesting, and merry spoken: I have brought to pass that the plaintive Prophet jeremy should weep at sin: and the pleasant poet Horace should laugh at sin Not one kind of music delighteth all passions: nor one salve for all grievances. If a man would calendar in mind the sequel of times, and whom the world dubbeth as worthies, and culleth as her whelps, and how for shows and prattling of piety, she proclaimeth fools holy, admireth fools, magnifieth fools: and how for not prating of piety, or not glozing, she misiudgeth the wise, discrediteth the wise, profaneth the wise: not a thousand Democrati, could suffice to laugh at the one, nor a thousand Heracliti be enough to weep at the other. Horace because he was not in any such time, wherein pretenced forwardness, was an harvest to those that pretended it, and a despoiling winter blast, to that religion, wherefore it seemed to be pretended: he never see, that with the view of his eye, which his pensive translator can not but overuew with the languish of his soul. natheless such vices as were then flydge, and incident into that age, he assaileth fiercely, and rattleth up bitterly. His eloquence is sometime to sharp, and therefore I have blunted it, and sometimes to dull, and therefore I have whetted it: helping him to ebb, and helping him to rife. I began this work (a thing of small account) two years agone, or more, and have dispatched it by piece meal, or inch meal, with small prejudice or none to my study or profession. In the first and second Satire I have taken it a note beyond the text: afterward plodded on much more precisely. At the beginning he is lofty, but afterward wonderfully calmed. I dare not warrant the Reader) to understand him in all places, no more than he did me. Howbeit I have made him more lightsome, well nigh by the tone half (a small accomplisment for one of my continuance) and if thou canst not now in all points perceive him (thou must bear with me) in sooth the default is thine own. This is a true assertion: who so but knew the least part of Horace his satires, as they were before. may now understand them all in their new english livery.  

Deut. 21. cha.  first I have done as the people of god were commanded to do with their captive women that were handsome and beautiful: I have shaved of his hear, & pared of his nails (that is) I have wiped away all his vanity and superfinitie of matter. Further, I have for the most part drawn his private carping of this or that man to a general mor●l. I have englished things not according to the vain of the Latin propriety, but of our own vulgar tongue. I have interfarced (to remove his obscurity, and sometimes to better his matter) much of mine own devysinge. I have peeced his reason, eekede, and mended his similitudes, mollified his hardness, prolonged his curtal kind of speeches, changed▪ & much altered his words, but not his sentence: or at least (I dare say) not his purpose. For short if thou canst credit me: do so. If not ask counsel at his interpreters: and if some thing shall seem to the straunglye, or not reasonably done thou shalt find (I am sewer) that it came so to pass not upon negligence but judgement. Otherwise if any will deceive himself in mysiudging, he shall have much a do to make me angry. For what so is spoken of me sinisterly through the speakers either evil will, or small skill, my fashion is to be loath to hear it: but not wroth to revenge it▪ The poet is thus: sometimes he wadeth very far in fetching out his matter, and sometimes he is brittle, and soon broken of from his matter: So that thou must be deep witted to begin with him and well witted to take him with thee▪ Thou must (gentle reader) bring in thyself help to the understanding of him, and will likewise to thine own amendment. Or else it will but fall out with the according to the tenor of this distichon.  
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Not he can get great lore, that skills comes to hear,  
Nor those the never good were taught, can nought hens bear   

Priscus Grammaticus de Satyra. Satyra est carmen acerbum, instrumentum mordax. etc.  

A Satire, is a tart and carping kind of verse,  
An instrument to pinch the pranks of men,  
And for as much as pinching instruments do pierce,  
Yclept it was full well a Satire then.   

A name of Arabic to it they gave:  
For Satire there, doth signify a glaive.   

Or Satyra, of Satyrus, the mossy rude,  
Uncivile god: for those that will them write  
With taunting girds & glikes and gibes must vex the lewd,  
Strain courtesy: ne reck of mortal spite.   

Shrouded in Moss, not shrinking for a shower  
Deeming of moss as of a regal bower.   

Satire of writhled waspyshe Saturn may be named  
The Satirist must be a wasper in mood,  
Testy and wroth with vice and hers, to see both blamed  
But courteous and friendly to the good.   

As Saturn cuts of times with equal sith:  
So this man cuts down sin, to coy and blithe.   

Or Satyra of Satur thauthors must be full  
Of fostered art, infarst in ballasde breast.  
To teach the worldlings wit, whose witched brains are dull  
The worst will pardie hearken to the best.   

If that the Poet be not learned in deed,  
Much may he chat, but few will mark his reed.   

Lus●ll, (I ween) was parent of this nipping rhyme:  
Next huddling Horace, brave in satires grace.  
Thy praised Pamphlet (Persie) well detected crime  
Sir Iuu●nall deserves the latter place.   

The Satirist loves Truth, none more than he.  
An utter foe to fraud in each degree.    


❧ THE POET SPEAKETH Reverently to his patron Maecenas, bitterly controlleth the unconstancy of men, and their changeable affections, that none of them will content him with his share: and hereupon taking occasion, he doth bend a great part of his artillarye against the covetous: whose ravenous and unsatiable doings, he doth eagerly detest and abhor.  
RIght dread Maecenas what's the cause  
that none content abide  
In trayn●d trade, that whilom choice  
or chance to them affyed?  
But loves, and likes, an others lote,  
and novel life pursues.  
Still floats and flyts, from former fate  
Ne brooks the same to use.  
Thunwyldye warrior waste with toil  
with grovelling eld for spent,  
O makeless merchant mumbleth he  
O state with bliss Yblent.  
The fearful merchant he again,  
When waltering winds amain  
With plunging puffs, from Sothren cost  
and hydiouse hissing rain,  
Torments the Sea, hoistes up the waves  
that doth surmount the sail,  
Sans peer doth dame the soldiers guise  
for why, they tug▪ they hail  
They pr●ase in plumps on mortal iron  
where eftsoons either bain  
Is priest: or gladsum trumpets clang  
doth blaze triumphant gain.  
The counsellor for meed, or fee  
that parles, and pledes the laws  
When at cocks crow, his gates are pushte  
with hasting Clients paws.  
Then happy farmer oft saith he  
for thou in golden sleep  
Art soused: of mout or suit undreamde  
of bar thou bears no keep.  
The chubbyshe gnof that toils and moils  
and delveth in the down,  
If happily he a surety be,  
so sent for into town;  
Who gapes, who gawes, who pores, who pries  
who proggs his mate but he?  
Perfaye (saith he), she all things rise,  
these people blessed be  
The residue that rests unroulde,  
the remnant that remain,  
Of this new fanglde fickle flock,  
would pose and put to pains  

Fabie a common prattler.  The fabling Fabies tattling tongue:  
to deskaunte and descrive  
The rout, and rabble, all a row  
(a draught to long to drive)  
But that no tract need trouble thee,  
nor ambage breed delay,  
Hark well how I will couch this gear,  
put case some god would say  
Your likings all, allowed shallbe,  
and thou that erst in field  
The maces keen, the grounded sword,  
the Tuck, the targe, the shield,  
Was wunte to wild, with passage moist  
shall cut the frothy plain,  
A merry merchant shalt thou row.  
and thou that didst disdain  
To live and lead the Lawyer's life  
shalt mucker in the ground.  
Be trudgging hence, your trades are turned,  
why stand you still in stound?  
They will not tho, although they might  
accept this blisfulle boon.  
Then what's the cause that jove thus mocked  
may not condinglye soon  
In ireful mode, and dire revenge  
engourge his puffed cheeks  
against all this sort? and spreed no ear  
to them that henceforth seeks  
And suies with prattling prayer to chop  
and change their proved plight.  
But lest some man should hold me in hand  
my treatise is to light,  
To much with laughter interlasde  
(albeit the gester may  
Harp on a sooth, (else God for bid)  
and toys may keep and stay  
sometimes the reeder very well,  
as those that teach in schools,  
With buttered bread, or featusse knacks  
will lewre the little fools,  
To learn apace their A. B. C.  
I will be at a point  
With nyfles now. I'll turn the leaf  
and weighty things disjointe.  
The Churl that shreds the earth, with share,  
and wreaks the yielding leas,  
The marryner that shaves the stream  
and furrouse uncouth seas:  
The taverner that falsethe oaths  
and little recks to lie,  
The soldier that doth deal the bats  
and makes his foes to fly  
They say the cause they travail thus,  
that thus they care and cark  
Is this: That when unnimble age  
hath rest them of their work:  
When fumbling foot denies to meeve  
when hand nil hold or hent  
That then they might suffisance have  
lest easles need them shent.  
Not much unlike the little ant  
(a beast of tydye toil)  
Who draws and drags her delicates  
o'er wharte the hilly soil  
By might of mouth, in all she may  
and placed in her cell,  
She stickleth, and bestirs herself  
She huswyfes it right well.  
She carves it fine, and ming it thick  
and shrouds it under roof  
As one, that of the winters wrath  
Were not to learn the proof,  
Ne yet to care for after claps.  
Whereby when january  
That myrethe all the costs with slete  
and saddes the beginning year.  
With aspere showers doth cause the clouds  
and welkin aye to weep  
Then Lady Pismyer stirs no where  
she's claspde in closet deep.  
She keeps her Chrystenmasse in cave  
and there they make bone cheer.  
They feed and feel the fruit of that,  
which once they got yfeare:  
And wisely to, but thee (alas)  
not Phoebus flaming brand,  
Nor grievous, mumming could that makes  
the chilling sen●elesse hand  
Nor fearful fire, that flusheth up  
and fumes to pitchy smoke:  
Nor stormy seas whose open jaws  
sups up without all choke  
The straglinge ships: nor weapon whet  
Nor ought can the deter  
From hunting after hurtful hoard  
for whilst some such there are  
That swim in wealth, and the surpass  
in richeses or in robes,  
Thy glutton mind will never stay  
still, still thy stomach crobbs.  
What veils it the so quakinglye  
to grub and grip the mould,  
And there in hucker mucker hide  
thy Idalle God thy gold?  
If that thou spend and sparple it  
no dodkin will abide:  
The devil may dance in crosslesse purse  
when coin hath took his tide.  
And if thou snudge, and save it sound  
and cofferte from the son  
What show then hath thy hidden heap  
what lust is thereby won?  
Admit on flore thou haste in store  
an hundredth thousand mets  
Of corn dehuskde: what comes thereby?  
thy belly holds nor gets  
No more than mine: as if in case  
to field thou shouldst fair  
With scrip on back, full frayghte with food  
and straight as thou comes their  
The hungry hunts must have it all,  
what makes thou by this match?  
As much as he that carrieth nought  
(certes a worthy catch.)  
Or else per friendship answer this,  
to him that doth propound  
Nature his guide, and treads her steps,  
what booteth him of ground  
Whether an hundredth acres he  
or else a thousand tills:  
Thou saist he feddes the eye the more,  
that from the huge heap fills▪  
Well sir no force, if that you will  
but condescend to this  
That our repast doth riot shun,  
and reasonable is  
To keep the soul and Carcase cheyne  
to stint the pining sting  
Of hungers gnaw, and that we have  
a mean of every thing:  
Why them what dost thou boast so much,  
thy plumes why dost thou spread?  
What better is thy barns, than our  
small sacks that serve our need?  
Much like for south, as if that thou  
a pot or pitcher must  
With lykor load, and mights it fill  
at fountain hereby tuste,  
And yet for fond affection, thou,  
to please thy greedy eye,  
Shouldst wend: unto the flowing stream  
where greater gulfs do fly.  
At which whilst some have reached far  
and proferde over fast,  
The bank hath burst, that down they lush,  
and so be drente at last.  
But he that leans to temperance,  
and anchoures on her lore,  
And takes so much as serves his turn,  
and gapes to gripe no more,  
Him needs not draw the drubbled dregs  
of fawle by dirty pool,  
Nor yet for devilish thirst to have  
(as one from virtues school  
Exempted quite) fetch from the brim  
and overwhelming waves,  
Where now and then (O just reward)  
in raging surge sum taves.  
The Cristalle springe shall work his will  
and silver channelde wells  
Shall yield enough, where lurcks no dread,  
where slime ne slabber dwells.  
But out (alas) the greater part,  
with sweet empoysned bate  
Of wealth bewitchde do weeve their wants  
abundance in each state  
For money makes and mars (say they  
and coin it keeps the coil  
It binds the bear, it rules the roast  
it puts all things to foil.  
A man's his money and no more,  
wherein confused is  
An heaven of haps, a world of weeles,  
an hunnye bath of bliss.  
O dottrells doom, and is it so▪  
what guardon for these doultes  
Shall we devise? lets suffer still  
the foolish frantycke foultes  
To wallow in their wilfulness,  
whose under eating minds  
Is never crainde, but prools for more  
and swerves not from their kinds.  
Such one we read of in old time  
that dwelt in Athins town  
A man in substance passing rich  
nathlesse a niggerde cloune,  
At whose scarceheade and covetise  
the world did outas make,  
But all in vain, he forest it not  
he sought not how to slake.  
Black fame, that frisked every where  
and bounsed at itch ear●,  
A fig for them (ꝙ brazen face)  
I force not how I hear.  
They hawk, they hem, they hiss at me,  
I weigh it not an haw,  
whilst I may harbour in mine ark,  
and lodge within my law.  
My darling gold, my leavest guest,  
my solace and my glee,  
He is the bone companion,  
its he that cheers up me.  
Ah simple cheer considering all,  
grave Tantal in thine heart,  
His fee did feed his fatal fall,  
his muck procured his smart.  
Whose lips as dry as any kykkes  
doth oft assay to taste,  
The licker, to allay the drought?  
that hath nigh, all to waste  
His entrails sterude for lack of moist,  
the floods to be his pain  
They climb unto his very chin  
and then decline again.  
He catcheth and he snatcheth aye,  
and still he grates in teen,  
And still shall do, for pangs still springe  
and freatinge sorrows green.  
I pray the now what cause haste thou  
to sport and pleasance take?  
To faun upon thy foolish gold  
which endless grief doth make.  
For thou induriste Tantalus' fate,  
and taking but his name,  
This tale may well be told of the  
thou art the very same.  
Thy house, the hell, thy good the flood,  
which though it do not start,  
Nor stir from thee, yet hath it so  
in hold thy servile heart,  
That though in foysonne full thou swims,  
and rattles in thy bags,  
Yet toast thou art with dreadefulle dreams,  
thy mind it waves and wags,  
And wisheth after greater things,  
and that, that's woorste of all,  
Thou sparest it, as an holly thing,  
and dost thyself in thrall  
Unto thy lout, and coxcomb like  
thou dost but fill thine eye  
With that, which should thy port preserve  
and hoist thine honour high.  
Thou scans it, and thou toots upponte  
as though it were a work  
By practysde painters hand portrayed  
with shadows subtle dark.  
Is this the perfect end of coin?  
be these the very veils  
That money hath, to serve thy sight?  
fie fie thy wisdom fails.  
Thou rt miss insenste, thou canst not uste  
thou wots not what to do  
Withal, by cates, buy bread buy drink,  
in fine disburse it so,  
That nature need not move herself,  
nor with a betments scant  
Distrainte, and pricked, pass forth her days  
in pine and pinching want.  
To wake all night, with shiveringe corpse,  
both night and day to quake,  
To set in dread, and stand in awe  
of thieves, lest they should break  
Perforce thy doors, and rob thy chests,  
and carve thy weasaunte pipe:  
lest flickering fire should stroy thy den,  
and seize with wasteful gripe,  
Upon thine house lest runagats  
should pilfer aught from thee,  
Be these thy gains, by richeses repde?  
then this behest to me.  
O jove betake, that I may be  
devoid of all those goods  
That brews such baneful broils, or brings  
of fear such gastfull floods.  
But if so been the pauling cold  
thy limbs doth overgo.  
Or else sum other worse disease  
hath daunt thy body so,  
That down thou must, and bide in bed,  
thy vantage then is great,  
At elbow pressed thou hast thy friends  
who will provide the meat.  
And tender the even as themselves,  
confections sweet or tart  
Theylle minge for thee, such as best likes  
thy quasye wambling heart.  
Theyle treat the fine physician  
with potions sound and sure,  
By force and virtue of his skill  
thy corpse for to recure,  
And to restore thee to thy sons  
and kindly friends again.  
Alas the while its no point so,  
thy wife she works thy bain,  
Thy son he inly loathes thy life,  
his regreate and his plaint  
Is ever fresh, because that death  
doth linger to attaint  
Thy hateful head, thy neighbours, and  
thy chief acquaintance all  
Thy sack, thy gill, thy kith, thy kin  
doth prosecute thy fall.  
What marvel is't, when thou hast loud  
thy silver as thy lord,  
If none love thee, whose loutish life  
deserved no loving word?  
But if thou thinks thy alyes to link  
in friendship and in faith,  
And wenste thou mayst with small a do  
from breach and foolish wrath  
Keep tied the knot that nature knit:  
Ah silly man, in vain  
Thou dost surmise this fruitless fetch,  
its far beyonte thy brain:  
perseverance in amity,  
and durance still in love  
Discordeth much from fickle man,  
thou mayst as well above  
The sluggish ass a saddle couch,  
with gold and pearl befret,  
And strain his jaws, with bridle brave  
with goldsmithrye ybet,  
And so to make him prance, and plunge,  
to frisk, and gambols fetch,  
To chew upon the spewing bit,  
and at his foes to retch,  
With harneste house: as thou causte learn  
the frail retiring man  
To tread in trace of truth outryghte  
in truth as he began.  
In fine, suppress thy lewd desire:  
the more thou haste in store  
The less pass thou for poverty,  
do travail for no more  
Sense thou accomplishde haste thy will,  
and purchesde wealth at ease:  
O be not like Vmidius▪  
whose ravenous disease.  
It is not long for to discourse,  
he that he might upturne  
His coumed coin, with shoules wide,  
himself durst not adorn  
With any weed that wealth besettes,  
but like a miser right,  
More ragged than a tattered coulte  
did pass the poreste wyghte  
In pieces and in tatter wags:  
whylste that he had his wind,  
And drew his breath: he spent no jot,  
afraid that he should find  
Need in old age: but (lo his wife  
of greakishe dames most stout:  
With grounded axe cut him in twain,  
and rifted him throughout.  
What? is it best like Mevius  

covetous.  the make away, to live? prodigal personnes.  
Or shall I like Nomen●anus  
my goods to giglotts give?  
A goodly dish, who taught the this?  

Poet.  why dost thou thus compare  
extremities? Is there no shift,  
all spend, or else all spare?  
I would thee not a nipfarthinge,  
nor yet a niggard have,  
Wilt thou therefore, a drunkard be,  
a dingthrifte, and a knave?  
There is a difference betwixt  
the gelded Eunuch ●aue:  
And ●erniosus, hot as coals  
that rank uncleanly swain.  
A mean there is in matters all,  
and certain bonds be pyghte,  
On this side or beyond the which  
no thing that's good can light.  
But after long vagaries fetchde,  
to come to my request,  
How happeneth it, his own estate  
that no man liketh best?  
But teens if that his neighbours goat  
a bigger bag doth bear  
Then his, or yields her milk sum deal  
more flowing and more clear:  
Nor ever will compare himself  
unto the greater sort,  
Whose state is base, and bad as his,  
who lives in mean apport.  
But roves, and shoots at further marks,  
now him he doth contend  
To pass in coin: now him again,  
and so there is no end.  
For he that thinks to coat all men  
and all to overgo,  
In running shall sum richer find  
who still will bid him hoe.  
Such posters may be likened well  
unto the carters old  
Of foreign world, on mount Olimpe  
whose carts when they were rolled  
With gyrefull sway, by course swyfters,  
to win the glistering branch.  
They jerted up their horse with whips,  
that forth they made them launch,  
With boisterous noise, like thunder claps,  
they made the quavering soil  
To dindle and to shake again,  
in hope of laurel spoil.  
They never had respect to those  
that once were cast behind,  
But scourde to give the rest the slip,  
with course as wyghte as wind.  
Right semblably, this carking kind  
of men, do never eye  
The rout that they have overrun  
in goods but haste, and high  
To retch the residue and so  
do aim above their strength  
To prick, and pierce those marks, and whyts  
that lie without their length.  
Lo this is even the very ground,  
this is the perfect cause,  
That most mislike themselves so much,  
and can no season pause  
In blissfulness: and this is it.  
why very seld we find  
A man so cloyed with the world  
as he that new hath bind  
Is with his meat, and that there's none  
which in their extreme days  
Will part from life, as full from feast  
to go their homeward ways.  
To banish all excess of talk,  
let this suffice as now,  
And lest thou shouldst suppose by space  
my talk might overgrow  
In bulk the blear eyed Crispin's roole  

Crispin a writer against covetous to excessive in talk.  whose tongue on pattans free  
Did reckless run, even here I cease  
not one word more of me.   

THE POET STILL BLAMETH fickleness and unsteadfastness as of those, which labouring to sail fro the yrcksom pool of avarice, do willingly contend to make shipwreck by the infortunate waves of prodigality: he speaketh against fashions: they are thought to be noorses of pride, and folly.  
The second Satire.  
THe stews, and stained house of drabs,  
thapothecaries neat,  
The beggars, and the tumbling trulls  
the horehunters, the great  
And flocking rakehell rabblement  
of rags and rascals all  
Be pensive, and through plunged with pangs  
to see the funeralle  
Of Tygille, trusty friend of theirs,  
who whilst he lived here,  
Did carolle shrill, and trimly tune  
his sonnets sweet, and clear.  
Their cause of grease is soon expressde:  
he was both free and frank,  
They hanged on him, his purse kept them  
so croustye, and so crank.  
But this man, 
Covetous.  clean contrary wise.  
teschue, and shun the name  
Of spendall, and of scatter good,  
and fearing such like blame  
That doth ensue outrageous expense,  
he will not give nor lend  
One cross of coin, to cloth or feed  
his needy naked friend.  
An other, 
Prodigal.  if thou question him  
why that he doth devour  
His sire, and gransyres goods,  
and turneth town, and tow●●  
All into nought, through greediness  
and foul delyting throat:  
And why that he by gluttanye,  
and stomach raging hot  
Miscounsailed, doth make assail  
of lands, and lordship wide  
To buy such curious cates, as best  
will done his gullet glide:  
His answer is not far to fetch,  
posthaste he will the say,  
That he doth thus set cock on hoop  
and lavishly outlay  
This muck, & dross the world hath sent,  
because he would not seem  
Like one of carlish abject mind,  
so vile a thing testeme.  
That answer say the never thrifts,  
was given in the Cue,  
Well far his heart: the chuffs the same  
with deep dispraise pursue.  
Fusidius, a landed man,  
a man whose fertile feyldes,  
Whose meadows fair, & glebye grounds  
revenues ample yields:  
A man by art of usarye,  
by guile, and treachers trade,  
By fraud, and covin full of goods,  
is very sore afraid  
To spend amongst good company,  
least on such pranks might springe  
A iavall, or a ruffians name,  
or sum such heinous thing.  
This Fusidie, to fill his purse,  
and to enrich his store,  
What soever comes by users skill,  
to get, and gender more,  
He lays it to the captain heap,  
whereof it rose, and grew:  
He takes by year the fifth of all,  
and so he breedeth new.  
And if a man through negligence,  
perhaps be cast behind,  
At parting he shall pay for that  
such fetches will he find.  
Held go me like a crafty coulte,  
and listen everywhere,  
To understand the names of those  
that late delivered were  
From government of masters sharp,  
and gins to wear the weed,  
That only manhood doth beseem:  
there there, he sows his seed.  
He mings deceit, he plies the box,  
he strews me such a train,  
That straight he is with them to bring,  
(God wots) unto their pain.  
Thunbrydled brutes, the younckers that  
are passed the cure and charge  
Of Tutor's grave, like lusty lads,  
do love, to rove at large,  
To roist, and revel with the best,  
in suits of silks to flaunt:  
The hard headed fathers they deny  
such spences vain to grant:  
Then comes this fox, this Fusidie,  
with money pressed in hand,  
He bees before their father's death  
their livelihood, and their land,  
Who hearing such malingen wrought  
doth not abrade, and cry,  
Upon the greatest God of all,  
that flings the fates from high?  
But they, the silly fonded fools,  
(such be the youthful brains)  
Do feast him, for his lonesom love,  
and highly praise his pains  
Certes, a man should scarce believe,  
how much this lovely wight,  
Whom others love, doth love himself,  
how he doth deck, and dight  
His surly corpse in rich array,  
what table he doth keep,  

Menedemus.  Almost as great as did the snudge,  
whom Terence told to step,  
And sink in sorrows, and in sobs,  
for that he chaste his son  
To asia, there to pike his crumbs,  
which deed unkind on's done:  
He broke up house, put mice to grass,  
himself fed nothing fine,  
With coleworts, and such carters cates,  
oft would the caitiff dine,  
But here, if sum precysly ask,  
what doth this process mean?  
It is to show, that whilst sum men  
take care to keep them clean,  
From blame, & blot of one gross sin,  
incontinente they are caught,  
Entangled with the contrary:  
like dullerdes never taught.  

A new-fangled minion of that age.  Malkin▪ to make him singular,  
a fashion fresh hath found,  
He swings and swoupes from street to street,  
with gown that sweeps the ground,  
And think you Malkin wants his mates?  
no fie, that were a miss,  
Another pleasant headed child,  
in no sauce liketh this.  
To prove himself a pretty man,  
and quaynte in his devise,  
He makes his garment to be shapde,  
not of so large a size:  
For wot you what? he coortails it,  
it hardly hides his rump,  
Rufillus, he is perfumed with musk  
Gorgom●, 
Sweat and fine.  smells oath pump.  
Mean, hath no mansion in this flock,  
they keep no steady stay  
In matter, and in novel shape,  
they vary every day.  
Sum one, or other load star still,  
and what that he doth use,  
The residue may not ne will,  
for fashion sake refuse.  
Fashions in all our gestering,  
fashions, in our attire,  
Which (as the wise have thought) do cum,  
and go in circled gyre.  
Fashions, in notting of the hear,  
in paring of the nails,  
In Otho, and mustacho beards,  
thus fashions never fails.  
In tother sex, who would rehearse  
their fashions, as they be,  
Might even as well by augrisme tell,  
the gravel of the See.  
Those curious croustinge courtly dames,  
whose spangled vestures sheen,  
With stones and pearls, of pride, and prise,  
and emrades heavenly green,  
Doth give the glimmering, glorious show,  
that feeds the gazers' eyes,  
And dalles quite the simple looks,  
with leams, that from them flies:  
The world perchance doth think them gay,  
and in a chief degree:  
They be no better creatures,  
than other people be:  
Noah outward thing doth better us,  
no not our noble kind:  
Not pearls, or gold: but peerless gifts  
be praised in Godly mind.  
All else is toys, and all is vain,  
and all when they have tried,  
Will once confess these things to be,  
but nutriments of pride.   

❧ HE REPREHENDETH those▪ who be sharp accusers of others vices, and can be content, either not to see, or dissemble their own. He dispraiseth the Stoics discipline, who thought, all sins to be a like, and equally to be punished: merrily after his manner, he beginneth with the ministrel Tygill, and disalloweth of his mutability of life.  
The third Satire.  
IT is a fault, a common fault,  
that all our minstrels use:  
The more you seem to crave a song,  
the more they will refuse.  
Request them not they never cease:  
right so would Tygille fair,  
A singer of Sardinia,  
though Cesar should not spare,  
For his, and for his father's sake  
sum music to require.  
Yet would his humble suit oft times  
come short of his desire.  
He might have forsde him thereunto:  
but Tygille, if it had  
Cumde in his brain, would of himself,  
take on, as he were mad.  
He, Bacchus' ballets would record  
sometimes the triple part  
Sum times, the quavering deskantdur●  
sometimes, to vaunt his art,  
A boisterous base he bounsed out,  
and jumbled on his strings,  
No dram he had of constancy:  
so fickle in his things.  
Oft times, he ran, as fled from foe  
oftentimes in solemn pace  
He would proceed, as though he were  
in serving junos' grace.  
sometimes, an hundredth waiting men,  
sometimes he kept but ten:  
sometimes he spoke of potentates,  
and on his honour then  
Was all his talk: sometimes, let me  
one dish well dighted have,  
(Thus would he say), and one course gown  
my corpse from could to save.  
To this good husband, that could be  
with pittance small content,  
If sum good friendly man, of hope  
ten hundred crowns had lent.  
Within five days, no groat he had,  
in purse, ne yet in chest:  
All night he wakde, whilst morning came,  
all day he took his rest.  
Was never man so little stayed.  
but sum, will say to me,  
And what are you, sum silly saint?  
nay, half as ill as he:  
One Mevius, did frump and flout  
at nephew, then away:  
A friend of his, a slander by,  
what serray what I say?  
(Quoth he): dost thou not know thyself,  
nor think that we the know?  

* Mevius.  Myself, yes, I wink at myself:  

* Po.  Po therefore, a winking daw.  
This is, a wicked, witless, love,  
not to be winked at:  
Since, thou dost know, and see thy sin,  
and use to wink at that:  
What mean thou, in others faults,  
so pearsantly to pry  
With eagles sight, or Epidaurs  

Epidaure taken for all kind of serpents.  that subtle serpent's eye?  
But if in case, an other carp  
sum crime, he sees in thee,  
He is too rash, and undiscreet,  
and no good fellow he.  
A sheep, a very jesting stock,  
he treads his shoe awry,  
His gown sits slack, his head unkempte,  
uncivyle, by and by.  
But he his good, and godly to,  
and one that wills the well,  
And though his body be not brave,  
great wit may in him dwell.  
Well, rifle thou thy conscience,  
and look thou be not led  
With any vice, which nature hath,  
or custom in the bred.  
" In fields unforowde fruit is none,  
for brakes all over grows:  
To blow retreat, and to return  
from whence my matter flows:  
If we do strongly love a thing,  
and like very much,  
Though faults in it be evident,  
Yet we will see none such.  
I would, in race of amity  
such dotage we might use,  
And that virtue, by honest name,  
such curtsy would excuse.  
For as the father for ill shape,"  
his son doth not disdain:"  
So friends, at times, must bear with friends,"  
though faults in them remain."  
The son he squynts, 
* Systphus.  the father saith  
he hath a pinking eye,  
His legs misshapde, the father saith,  
his leg but stands awry.  
The parent's pleasure much, to praise,  
and prattle to the lad,  
Thy foot is very great (saith he)  
thy foot is swelled to bad.  
Haste thou, a friend, that diets hard?  
Well, call him thrifty than:"  
Haste thou, a friend, a bragging lout?"  
call him a folly man:"  
The king of fellows, amongst friends,"  
for him no better name."  
Haste thou, a friend, with face of brass,"  
that brags without all shame?"  
count him, of stern, and haughty heart,  
that, well dare speak his mind:"  
That will not flatter, nor yet fear,  
how soever blows the wind.  
If, he be subtle, call him sage,"  
if wily, call him wise:  
This, this is it, that wins thy friends,  
and won, in friendship ties.  
But we, full ill construction,  
of virtue self, do make  
And eftsoons, do eclipps the praise  
that's due for virtues sake.  
For, if with us be conversant  
sum humble, lowly soul  
We call him goose, and disarde doulte,  
and foully fatted noll.  
And, if a man deal warylye,  
and bear himself v●pryghte,  
amongst such folk, as fos●er fraud,  
and practise slyly slight,  
For name of skilful, witty man,  
and one that takes good heed  
He is a deep dissembling man,  
and crafty for his meed.  
If, that a man can not conceal,  
but tell his verdict free,  
(As I Maecenas patron mine)  
have done full oft to thee:  
If, that he speak to one that's whishte,  
or looketh on his book,  
Or talk not all in print or tune,  
(say we) this cods head, (look)  
This ass, doth want his common sense.  
woes me, and out, (alas)  
How do we aggravate such laws,  
as gainste ourselves doth pass?  
For, faultless (doubtless) borne is none,  
and he, is even the best,  
Whose, life sincere admitteth few,  
and with the least is pressed.  
A friendly man, (as meet it is)  
the good, with bad will weigh,  
If much be bad, and more be good,  
let soulderde friendship stay.  
Let us, in equal balance poise,  
and do as we would have:  
Wouldst thou thine own offences cloak?  
in others faults not rave.  
It is but right, that mum, should mum,  
and pardon, pardon crave.  
For short, in that, the vice of wrath  
will be our tenant still,  
And brutish part of moody mind,  
will lodge fections ill:  
Why do we not, by reasons rule,  
and by proportion just,  
Dame of the crime, as it is done,  
and mulct it as we must?  
If, that the master bid his man,  
from board to take a dish,  
The man, doth sipple up the broth,  
or feed on broken fish:  
His master, hangs him straight upponte:  
who will not hold him mad  
As Labec? 
Lab●o a lavish toungu●d lo set. who still was barking at August.  and why not thou  
as frantyke, and as bad?  
Thy friend offends, and grants his guilt,  
thou, wilt him not forgive,  
What art thou then? a testy churl,  
great pity thou shouldst live.  
If thou him hate, and shun his sight,  
(as Drusos' debtors do)  
Thou shalt be dresde, like Drusos' self,  
he, 
A creditors  for to lend to more,  
Doth shear, and shave and poll, and press,  
well, when his audit comes,  
When he most hopes of best receipt  
and to surue we his sums.  
Then, gawlye words (for fear of stripes)  
(when he his coumpts hath red)  
He doth put up, with cap, and knee,  
at those which from him fled.  

A good fellow.  Evander comes unto my house,  
perhaps, he drinks to much,  
Or breaks a jug, or stains my gown,  
or, eats my dyat, such,  
As was prepared, and plasde for me,  
is he, the less for this,  
A merry grig, a jocande friend,  
for every silly miss?  
Should I, go baull a main●at him,  
as he had picked my purse,  
Or me descried, his pledge denied  
or done sum thing, that's worse?  
Who, almost hath at any time  
thought faults of equal weight?  
Philosophers, (that bookish brood)  
may, teach the thing by slight  
But skill, and practise counterplea,  
and profit it denies,  

justice rather by profit then nature.  profit, the nurse of just, and right,  
as time, and sequel tries.  
When man, abandon first the earth,  
and scraulde out of the mould,  
(A dumb unwyldye creature)  
through hunger, and through could,  
For food, and harbour 'gan they fray:  
at first, with tooth, and nail,  
And then, with clubs, and then with swor●  
which use, had taught t'assail:  
whilst words, ambasdors of the heart  
(for to bewray the mind)  
Were put in ure: and names applied,  
then, to conserve their kind,  
They seaste from wars: made rear up walls:  
and pounding laws did make,  
That none should filch, nor any rob,  
that none should wedlock broke.  
For, or that cities had their walls,  
or, Helen, came to Troy,  
Have women, bathed the world in blood,  
(the cause of dire annoy)  
But, of the slain was no record.  
they ranged, in eatche where,  
No spousailes known, more brute, than beasts,  
the make; knew not his fear.  
The mightiest man, like bull in herd,  
did wreak, the meaner sort:  
Thus, grant you must, that fear of wrong,  
set lady law in fort.  
If, thou wilt calendar in mind,  
the consequents of tides,  
By noting, long dyssente of time,  
in what effect, it glides:  
Well mayst thou see, that nature felth,  
What like, what leave, we must,  
Yet, nature, hath no policy,  
to sever wrong, from just.  
But reason, bearing stroke in that,  
for profit patrons right  
If, reason reel, then, profit paints,  
reason, saves both, by might,  
And, as she doth: so, will not she,  
use argument, that he,  
Which stealth from hedge, and stealth from church,  
in like offence should be,  
Let, discipline allevied be,  
in measure, to the vice,  
When, light correction may take place,  
far not, in tyrants wise:  
Ne yet, when great outrage, is wrought,  
with ferule, do not strike.  
Where justice slakes, there fear decays,  
when, thou mak'st all faults like,  
As purloyninge, with burglary,  
or robbing by the way,  
Trespass, with crime, doth not thy doume,  
fordome to us, and say?  
That, thou, indeed, in like effect,  
wouldst execute, the thing▪  
If choice, by voice, had hoist the up,  
invested, once a King:  
A king, each stoic, is king,  
for, stoics all, be wise:  
And, wisdom, is itself, a wealth:  
through wealth, do princes rise:  
wisdom, is all: but, thou art wise:  
then, safely, be of cheer,  
Thou art fair, strong, and eke, a king,  
a cobbler, though thou were.  
What, wilt thou more? Sto: yes, Chrysip says,  
the wise man, mends no moil,  
Nor, soles no shoes: Poe: lo, thus, thou weens,  
to turn me, to a toil.  
The wise man, though, he leave the act,  
reteynes the art, as how?  
Hermogines, sings not, at all:  
Yet, music, he doth know.  
Alphenus, made away, his tools,  
broke, shop up, long a go,  
Is he, not, an artificer,  
or not, a crafts man, thou?  
The wise knows most, who, knoweth most,  
must, bear away the name  
Of faculty: de bar, them not,  
but, let them, have the same:  
To rule a realm, is faculty,  
which, none, but wise, can tell:  
If they can rule, though, they rule not,  
Kings, are they, by this spell.  
The stoic, wise: the wise, can rule:  
to can, is, full as much,  
As, though he did: a Realm, he can:  
then, let his name, be such.  
Can rule, is rule: none can, but wise:  
the stoic, only wise:  
The stoic, therefore, only king,  
by this, so straight a rise.  
Yea, 
Witte alone insufficiaun●e in regality, if it be bereft of other solemn and laudable appertinente.  stoic, art, thou create king,  
then, must thou, maintain port:  
Else, wags, in streets, will twitche, thy beard▪  
and make, at thee, a sport.  
Except, thou take thee, to thy hands,  
and fence thee, with a stick:  
Theille, make the burst, for agony,  
in crowding, the so thick.  
And, thou, a wise, wit puisaunte king,  
that, hold thy crown, by wit:  
Shalt, be enforced, to howl, and cry,  
(for such a state, unfit.)  
In brief, when, thou, a king, at meals,  
dost rise, or, sit thee down,  
So, sore precise, thou art, that, none  
will bide thee, 
Cryspine.  but, sum clown.  
But, if, that I, miscarye ought,  
my friends, will make, the best,  
So, I, to them, so, they, to me,  
and this, engendereth rest.  
Thus, do I pass, my pleasant days,  
and fear, no stormy thing,  
This private life, I would not change,  
with thee, pretenced king.   

❧ HE DEFENDETH Himself, against those who had reported him to have been slanderous, sharp, and corrosive: He toucheth Lusilius not to condemn his doings, but to have them amended. He professeth to speak against no man, upon superfluity or disease of the brain, but upon a mere frankness, & liberty of the mind: specially, he rebuketh them, which will kick & resist when they should be cured.  
The fourth Satire.  
THe Poet Aristophanes  
Eupolis, and Cratyne,  
And ancients more, whose interludes,  
are sauste, with sayings fine,  
If any person were mislyude,  
in theft, or lechers lore,  
Or were a roisting quarreler,  
they would display him sore,  
Hence, Lusill boroud all his vain,  
those precedents, he took  
The matter sharp, the feet, but changed,  
the form, full sleek, did look.  
In deed, the senses was too to tart,  
within an hours space,  
Two hundredth verses he would make,  
thought he, a gift of grace.  
And would not move his foot withal,  
But, huddle he would roll,  
To half, might wellbene scummed of  
an idle chatting soul.  
A milk sop long to pen a work,  
much more to pen it well,  
The length is not material,  
the escapes he must expel.  
Crispinus, that great length lover  
with finger, doth me call,  
And darreins combats, if I dare,  
should Crispin me appall?  
Nay, there's my glove, give velom here,  
give judges time and place,  
Let's see which one can more endite,  
and with a better grace.  
Well have the gods appointed me,  
of no courageous wit,  
And speaking seld that I ne should,  
confound the foul with it.  
But thou (sir Crispin) in thy mind,  
assembles fancies oft,  
As bellows sup and beltch out winds,  
to make the iron soffe.  
O learn not so to puff and blow,  
saint Fannie follow well, 
Fannie an arch Ass or blockhead in whose memorial was erected a block.   
That thou bestowed in surly tomb  
thy statues here may dwell  
As for my works oblivion.  
will raze them out of mind:  
A few or none that will, or dare,  
behold them can I find.  
Wot you not why? corrosive style,  
is corsie to the eye."  
They dream a thing that blamed here,  
their counterfeit should lie.  
They dream a truth for find me one,  
amongst the sons of men:  
But love of goods, or love of rule,  
doth fond him now and then.  
Sum, live catesnd in cupid's chains,  
and sum love blazing gold,  
And sum a sum of silver white,  
or curraunte metal would.  
Sum, keep exchange, from east, to West,  
and sore upon the Seas:  
Toast and retoste, (like wherlywind dust)  
eking their own disease,  
For maintenance, of gotten stock,  
or else to make it more.  
All these do stand in awe, of rhymes,  
and hate the Poets sore.  
The Poet's prune, beware (say they)  
that they may jest their fill,  
They spare no speech, they spare no friend  
fools lavish, and to ill.  
And if their toys, in letters limed  
be printed once in book:  
Then all the world must take the view  
and all sorts on them look.  
If this be true: then hark again,  
I am no Poet, I.  
No Poet, such as is discryude,  
am not I so? and why?  
Not he a Poet, that can make  
an halting huddling verse:  
Nor he in paltry daily talk  
that can his tale rehearse.  
Him Poet dub, whose wit is sharp,  
whose mind doth mount on high  
Whose throat is shrill in trumpet wise,  
to couch men's adds in sky.  
Therefore demand hath once been made,  
if comedies might be  
A poecye, sithence in them  
the spirit puffs not free.  
No gorgeous sound in word or sense,  
save that in verse it runs:  
From prose in differs but by foot,  
but (lo) the father burns  
In pelting chafe, for that his son  
on wantoness madded is,  
And leaves a spouse of noble dower  
this breeds a tempest, this.  
And that with torch in twylightinge  
he treads the romye streets.  
How say you have not comedies  
their vigours, and their sprites.  
Old Pomponie, 
Pomponius an impatient niggard.  if he had lived,  
what stir now would he keep,  
(Thing comical because his son,  
is drente in debt so deep?  
And what though father ●ompon●e,  
should grate his gall in twain,  
Affection makes no poecye,  
but lusty, lofty vain.  
It's not enough to pen a verse,  
in vernishde words and pure,  
Each word alone, must have his sound,  
and seem not to demure.  
Those simple words, playmakers use,  
those use Lusille and I.  
So nice, so neat, so numberouse,  
that all's not worth a fly.  
Disorder but the gliding gate,  
the words appears tame,  
No gloze there is of majesty,  
not such as in this same.  
Fowl moody Mars broke brazen bars,  
bore bolstered boulwarkes back.  
These words transposde, yet each one hath  
of Poesy a smack:  
And thus much now an other time  
if rhymes allowed may be.  
But now, why should this kind of style,  
be so suspect in me.  
Promoters seek, and peer each where,  
and use to work much woe,  
Accusing and molesting men,  
wheresoever they do go.  
Feared, and much addrad of thieves,  
and losels lose of life,  
Not feared, of those that pilfer not,  
nor brooch no brabbling strife  

* Birrus and C●lius, for all naughty packs.  Admit, thou wert a naughty pack,  
as divers other be,  
I am not one that doth promote,  
why art thou frayed of me?  
My verses give no gaze from walls,  
ne yet in taverns fly,  
Not ●●gille nor such alecunners  
my works do overprye.  
I show them but to very friends,  
and at their great request:  
Not to each hobb, nor every where.  
sum be that think it best,  
Their quaint devices to proclaim,  
in market fair, and mart:  
To read them grave, & sound them brave,  
and to unfold their art.  
Such pleasure, have pride practisers,  
who do it not to mend,  
Nor learn a decency in things,  
for no such honest end.  
A malliperte, a merchant I  
of malice (thou wilt say)  
I use this talk: whence issued this,  
gainste me that thou dost lay:  
Or which of my companions  
hath this instilde to thee?  
Who pincheth at his friend not pressed,  
or if he burdened be.  
Doth not allevyate his blame,"  
who scoffs to make men smile,  
Who plies for to be plausible,"  
and doth his flowtinge file.  
Who can invent things never mente,"  
who nothing can conceal:  
Such one is noughts, beware of him,  
and naught to him reveal."  
sometimes, at table thou shalt see,  
a dozen more or less,  
Each seeking each, overthwart the thumbs,  
with taunts and terms to dress.  
Their host they spare, for manner sake,  
till Bacchus tide be up:  
Then out must all mine host, mine host  
is scanned at every cup.  
Railing thou hates, yet dost thou count  
railers but merry men,  
Good fellows, frank and free of speech,  
If I have jested then,  
A Rufills taste, Gorgonies smell,  
(two paragons of pride)  
I am no freatinge ghost therefore,  
nor slaundrouse: all things tried.  
If chance we talk of Petills' pranks  
how he from tower stole,  
A massy piece of bullion gold,  
(to twine thy tale in hole)  
Thou shapes it thus: (as is thy trade)  
Petille I know him well,  
I have sum cause, to speak for him,  
for he and I did dwell  
Of children little, in one house,  
my fellow and my friend,  
Much hath he done, for me at times,  
I found him ever kind.  
And yet I marvel how he could  
rub out this trespass so.  

Logille a fish white without & black within.  (Lo) here a crafty postles part,  
lo here a Logille lo  
Ha, false malignant wreaking mind,  
this vice I do expel,  
As cancre fret, from heart and book,  
most true it is I tell,  
For certainty I like it not,  
than licence me the more,  
To guess aloufe, not hard to scratch  
but claw about the sore.  
My father, he did usually,  
dehort me from this sin,  
By manifold examples, which,  
through talk, he would bring in.  
Still warning me not to ingrate,  
nor seek not much to live  
But thryftylie contentedly  


Old Horace his talk.  
I●bie and Barns Scattergooddes.   enjoy that he would give.  
Mayst thou not see young Alba now  
how he is cumde to naught,  
backbiting Bar most beggarlike▪  
Ingrayle them in thy thought.  
Two precedents, that thou ne shouldst,  
thy father's good misspend,  
But when he would dehort from love,  
his talk was to this end.  
Dissemblable to Sectans sort,  

Sectan wanton and amou●ouse. So Trebon.  no brothelmonger be,  
Keep wedlock chaste, let Trebons' name,  
be warning unto thee.  
The wise men with their morals sage,  
by reason could the guide,  
sufficeth me that I can give,  
such counsel as I tried.  
And if my saws, in time take place,  
for teacher haste thou none,  
When groweth, and years shall make the man,  
youths shipwreck, will be gone.  
Thus would he turn my pliant youth,  
and what he wild in word,  
For pattern, he would bid me mark,  
the life of sum good Lord.  
So, if he would inhibit me,  
this is no godly deed  
My son (saith he): and here upon,  
sum foul report will breed.  
For even like, as when neighbours die,  
the sick-man's changing lust,  
For fear doth stay, and is content,"  
to come to diet just:  
So skilless youth to see defame,"  
of others, may take heed,  
And slip not into vices snare,"  
nor listen to her reed.  
Hereby I stayed my tempting age,"  
and did no heinous sin  
In easy crimes, and venial  
I have been trapped in.  
And these, (no doubt) will wain away  
and ebb as they did rise,  
By help of years, by friends reproof,  
and by mine own advice.  
As I lie in my bed sometimes,  
on matters thus I muse,  
Thrifte, would do thus, right doth dissuade.  
that I should thus me use.  
Thus could I make my cheerful friends:  
this was a foolish part:  
Was I so fondly overseen?  
a fool soon flings his dart  
Thus do I mutter in my mind,  
Ere while at cards I play,  
(A fault, amongst the meaner faults)  
forgive me. Thou saieste nay.  
Then Poets all, preas on, preas on  
help at a pinch: no dread,  
We be so ryotouse a rout,  
who says but we shall speed?  

The multitude can not be said from their fan●ses, no not for truths sake.  As jews do measure all by might,  
that none dare them forsake:  
So we by number will men force.  
in league with us to take.   

❧ THE fift SATIRE, which the Poet had written of his journeying to and fro, wholly altered by the translator.  
Friend Horace though you may me use  
as to translate your verse,  
Yet your exploit I do refues,  
at this time ●o rehearse.  
Not every trick, nor every toy,  
that floweth from your brain,  
Are incident into my p●n,  
nor worthy of my pain.  
(If all be true that sum surmise)  
for divers think it good,  
To have discriude the clattering broils,  
of Mavors' raging wood:  
Or for to know the climates high,  
to climb unto the skies:  
To view the stars, their placing eke  
and how they set and rise.  
Or for to read the quiddityes  
and queerks of logic dark,  
To hear the babbling sophisters,  
how they for naught can bark.  
Or for to write things natural,  
things mystical and geason:  
The harmony of elements  
how they accord by reason.  
To start up in astrology  
the casuals of men  
To limit, and forlote by art,  
to show by whom and when,  
Things were conveyed: and to erect  
through what aspect and why,  
Pompey abroad, Cesar at home,  
were fortuned to die.  
To tell how man a creature,  
of reasonable mind  
Is sociable, apt, and fit,  
to company by kind.  
To read the sacred histories,  
of man how he began:  
How first he f●ll, through whom he fell,  
what of himself he can.  
To learn the helps of holy tongue  
the doctors to peruse:  
To coarse the schoolmen, as they ●ye  
and Horace to refuse.  
Those cackling pies, that use to prate,  
so much against humanity,  
Are commonly the lewdest daws,  
and skilless in divinity.  
The antic fathers used it much,  
th'apostle doth the same:  
Now all must down, in pulling down  
that fools may get a name.  
Some innovation must be made  
or change of used things,  
Needs must there be: when all would pass  
and all would needs be kings.  
Moses' in writing his five books  
confearde with profane time  
Yet few or none, that I have hard,  
appeached him of crime.  
From Egipte, we may borrow still,  
it never was forbed,  
So it be for the weal of man  
and glory of our God.  
To read sole scriptures, is I grant  
a thing of lesser pains,  
And those that fain would have it so  
would have it so for gains:  
Unable for to get of tongues.  
or sciences a skill  
Then cry they soul divinity,  
as though the rest were ill.  
Divinity is glorious  
and they but idle praters  
Gainste whose outrage, a man might well  
write forty godly satires.  
The wise can read humanity  
and beautify their wit,  
whilst fools sit tattling to and fro  
in talking against it.  
A good divine might the translate  
(Horace) I can it prove:  
Who so denies, I do not doubt  
to cast him down my glove.  
And yet such is the matter now  
whereon thou dost endite,  
That I must play the Poet needs,  
and wots not what to write.  
Thy laurel green betake to me,  
thy gown of scarlet read,  
And prove a novice how I can  
in after steps I tread.  
Feign me to have a Poet's art,  
a native Poet's brain:  
A very Poet, saving that  
I use not for to feign.  
Dames of Pernas, of Helicon,  
whence Pegas horse did fly:  
(If yours it be) grant this to me,  
in process not to lie.  
Nay, thou O truth, both God and man,  
of whom I stand in awe:  
Rule over my words, that I ●e pass  
the compass of thy law.  
What should I write 'gainst wickedness  
how sin hath all the hire:  
How wights are wed to wretchedness,  
captives to their desire?  
The Prophets have bewailed that,  
and he whose voice so shrill:  
Both heaven and earth with plaintiff tune,  
and dolours deep did fill.  
The truth himself when he was here,  
did truly things foretell:  
And wept to see the sorry plagues,  
that afterward befell.  
If they moved few, if few would mark  
the words of such like men:  
How may the silly Satirists,  
hope for amendment then.  
In vain for me to stir or keep  
a racket with my rhymes:  
The sons of men, will still be men  
and pliant to the times.  
What should I write 'gainst wickedness?  
the world by her advice,  
Hath brought to pass, that most believe,  
there is no kind of vice.  
For covetise is coloured,  
and though the Prophet king  
Damn usurers, yet still we see  
more practice of the thing.  
Dame Gluttony is too to high:  
she keeps in ●ately halls,  
And gurmundyse is fellowship,  
for so the world it calls.  
So lust is now a lordly thing,  
and swearing hath a gra●e,  
For swearing covered under zeal,  
(alas) the cursed case.  
What should one write, dissembling daws  
(a wondrous tale to tell)  
The better birds of noble price,  
by creaking would expel.  
The Popish daws, whom all men knows,  
To be still black of hue:  
Do swear themselves best protestants,  
and birds that's only true.  
What should I write? by colour all  
true titles they do steal,  
And cover thousand treacheries,  
under pretenced zeal.  
To know the matter perfectly,  
to understand it well:  
Mark here what precise Commod●s,  
to Pertinax doth tell.  
Think Commodus to be such one,  
as covertly in heart,  
doth worship all Idolatry,  
and minds not to convert.  
And yet through show of godly zeal,  
our church would quite deface,  
To help the popish kingdom up,  
and to retain his place.  
Think Pertinax a penyshe imp,  
an imp of popish line.  
Who still will be a Catholic,  
(though all the books) divine,  
Do prove his church an heretic.)  
Sir Commodus keeps still  
In England for commodity:  
Sir Pertinax he will  
To lovayne, to the mother church,  
but how they both have sped,  
Perceive that by their proper talks,  
and what lives they have led.  
The hunger waxeth sharp and keen,  
in Flemmyshe barren land,  
And Pertinax bet home with pine,  
takes Commodus by the hand.  
God save you gentle Commodus, 
Pertinax.   
how have you fared long?  
Na, 
Commodus.  verily even as you see,  
well liking, fat, and strong,  
Of credit never better I:  
what urgent cause doth make  
You at this time from sacred soil,  
your journey for to take?  
When we went to the holy town, 
Pertinax.   
from english flock infe●●te,  
Our want was wealth, and coin at will,  
we were an happy sect.  
But our long stay, was our decay,  
men grudged to give us more:  
And Sarum with his subtle book,  
hath cropte our credit sore.  
Before, we gave a countenance,  
to all the world so wide:  
That our intent was wholly ●ent,  
to have our quarrel tried.  
Such cautels had we to bear of,  
that who 'gainst us did write,  
We swore he was fallen from the Church,  
of giddiness or spite.  
We bore them down that they were nought,  
rash, railing, and ill spoken,  
Lewd, and unlearnde, but now● our stythe  
of forgery is broken.  
Sarum hath walkde so waryly,  
(it greuthe me to name him)  
That most of men do see his truth,  
we wot not why to blame him.  
Now they despair our prostrate cause,  
and of our safe return:  
And suffer us in beggary,  
(Ah silly case) to mourn.  

Commodus.  Ah silly case, nay silly fools,  
you might have lived here,  
In wealth and bliss, and even as there,  
have kept your conscience clear.  

Pertinax.  In deed your letter writ to me,  
did signify n● less:  
But how that you can use it so,  
I would you should express.  
Since I came last into the realm,  
it was told me of truth,  
That you above the rest of men,  
use to be fretting wroth  
With ceremonies, is it so?  
jesus, what should one hope?  
They say that you do cast them of,  
as brought in by the Pope.  
Can you speak so precisely here:  
and bear us so in hand?  
You are no doubt no Catholic  
as now the case doth stand.  
No catholic: 
Commo.  Ah Pertinax  
thou art a merry man.  
I speak, I grant against the pope  
and speak the worst I can.  
And profit him yet more than you.  
(perhaps ye give to muse)  
But hark to me and listen well  
what practice I do use.  
When you did cut the salt sea some,  
with framed timber board,  
And yeade to Louvain there to hear,  
the Latin romish word,  
Then storming in my thoughtful breasts,  
and sharp beset with cares,  
In mortal waves I wandered still,  
in maze of my affairs.  
Fear cast in all extremities  
what should I do thought I?  
To sanctuary of papists  
to Louvain should I fly?  
That were a way to beggar me  
to bring me unto need:  
And in so doing, I should work,  
the mother church small meed.  
Aeneas came into my mind,  
that fiend himself a Greek,  
And by that means made many souls,  
Lord Dyt●s hall to seek.  
He can not hurt his foe the most  
that keeps the first away:  
I was resolved to keep me close,  
and see a further stay.  
I said my wounded conscience  
did prickle more and more,  
And wished after some of skill  
to remedy my sore.  
I said my doubt was dangerous,  
and therefore fain would have  
Some clerkly man of eyensyght deep,  
within the same to rave.  
This was the tenor of my tale,  
that I would common feign,  
If some learned man on tother side,  
would take on him the pain.  
The Protestants be merciful,  
and glad to win us all:  
In brief the chief would me at length  
to common with them call.  
Their reasoning was to and fro,  
to win me if they could:  
And I began as debonair,  
to render up the hold.  
Now hearken (old friend Pertinax)  
what was the speedy key:  
To ope the lock of credit's fort,  
for me to bear a sway.  
He that was counted too to fierce  
and angry with the Pope,  
I went to him, and prayed him oft  
my conscience for to grope.  
Parted from him, I would protest,  
and openly would say:  
That such one was the greatest clerk  
that was on live this day.  
He that was holden most of zeal,  
and to the world the best:  
Him would I praise above the son,  
and so I purchased rest.  
No more demand made of my faith.  
I feigned me very ●elous:  
Of other men, and said they were  
drawebackes, and nothing zealous.  
And still I praised my confessors,  
and made them so to swell,  
Such pulpit hornetts by my means,  
That none durst with them mell.  
And what that they to feed their mind,  
Or colour else would speak:  
I mayntaind it with tooth and nail,  
in all that I could creak.  
Then was I dubde as true precise,  
and faithful by and by,  
And none was counted hot enough,  
save he and he and I.  
I whysperde to and fro a pare,  
and played my part so free:  
That quarrels stepped up fal●e and fast,  
A noble game to see.  
And that the rest might learn to stoop,  
and I might grow up still:  
An other fetch by piecemeal, I  
into them did instil.  
My masters listen well (quoth I)  
take keep what I shall say.  
Me thynks this church, this english church,  
is clogged at this day,  
With ceremonies more than needs,  
to tell you at a word,  
I would have all things just as they  
were left us by the Lord.  
This knew I was the dainty dish,  
that so their passions fed:  
I am not now to learn I trow,  
to bring a babe to bed.  
Now, whether for true conscience,  
or else that they might seem  
Sole gospelers, and that the world,  
might so of them esteem:  
Or else through our suggestions,  
they gnawed so this bone,  
That O good God, I would to God  
they had been let alone.  
Nay trust me truly Pertinax  
men would have been full fain,  
To thrust out all those gospelers,  
and send for you again.  
How say you, was not this a drift,  
and that a drift of hope?  
Am I not now, as league as you,  
to our good lord the pope?  
If there were talk of gospels grace,  
of frankness of our liberty,  
Then would I whet my tongue to speak,  
against the gift of policy.  
And that our service was consumed,  
only in adoration:  
Whereas the prime church, used one prayer,  
the rest in exhortation.  
That ministers, why should they not?  
might go even like the rest  
In suits of silk, in sheynes of gold,  
apparelde with the best.  
That ministers might take and leave  
their orders when they would:  
I went about to make all naught  
by all the means I could.  
This was my greatest anchoure hold,  
I ever cast it thus:  
The worse it fared with their church,  
the better much for us.  
Untowarde case, unlucky case  
Ah Pertinax I say  
(As erst I said) a trump a trump,  
was cast down in our way.  
And he that cast it, hath surueyde,  
and marked our cards so well,  
That all our drifts is now fordone,  
and you abroad must dwell.  
As for myself, who but myself  
I never felt like ease:  
Not stoutest of the protestants  
dare me in ought displease.  
I made my match I trow with such,  
as dare not but upbeare me:  
What if I know their guilty pranks  
and there upon they fear me?  
Those wring and wrest the meaner sort,  
whose minds and tongues are free,  
And so imbecile all their strength,  
that they are nought to me.  
I now can dub a protestant,  
and eke disdubbe again:  
And make a Papist graduate,  
if he will quite my pain.  
livings are mine, givings are mine,  
the countenance is mine:  
Promotions come to me alone,  
or where I will assign.  
Yea Pertinax if thou wilt come,  
of Labyrinth ne dread.  
I can conduct thee safe and sound,  
by virtue of a thread.  
I know who plays the cat, and how  
her jolly krttles mouse's,  
I and my patrons leave small lore,  
in some right famous houses.  
And if there be not speedy help.  
against me and my fools.  
I'll drive their Gospel from the church,  
and learning from the Schools.  
In deed I study hard myself,  
but to what end or why?  
That I might get the greatest fee,  
and put all others by.  
As now I am, I could not wish  
almost a better stay:  
If the precise creep up again,  
I know my wont play.  
In the mean time I tell them plain  
they are the greatest clerks,  
And that for their great constancy,  
the total world them marks.  
Yea I can tell them clawyngly  
(but that is in their ear.)  
That those which have deposed them thus,  
are persecutors clear.  
And if that some by policy,  
in time do not prevent them,  
I'll egg them on to speak some thing,  
which spoken may repent them.  
Well if that those get up again,  
I keep my jolly stay:  
And if sir Pertinax you come,  
I will not go away.  
So that come papist, or precise,  
or formal conformable,  
The precisde Papist keeps his room,  
like promontory stable.  
And yet, if thou as palpable,  
my conscience couldst grope,  

Shaklo●kes profession.  Of honesty, I am full true,  
unto my lord the Pope.  
May haps when I have filled my purse,  
with taking all this pain.  
I will go turn from Commodus  
to Pertinax again.  
What Commodus thou turns thyself 
Pertinax.   
as one should turn the groat  
Turn round, or else thou will be spied  
in turning oft thy coat.  
because, you talked of groping erst,  
how chanced it heretofore,  
That you against the blessed pope,  
so solemnly have swore.  
Speak out man, are you in a dump?  
how durst you so far go?  
juravi lingus, 
Commodus.  sed mentem  
non iuratam gero.  
I told them then, I spoke with tongue,  
but never mente it so.  
Why do you hear their service still, 
Pertinax.   
a thing of such abusion?  
I could not else abide with them, 
Commodus.   
to help them to confusion.  
What say you to the precise stock, 
Pertinax.   
are they resolved that way?  
Sum part of them is like myself, 
Commodus.   
the conformable say  
That half of those which busily  
against those order's clatter,  
Are Papists rank: as those may see  
which will survey the matter.  
Why do they make so strait account  
of things that be but mean? 
Pertinax.   
Pythagoras, why did he put 
Commodus.   
man's soul within a bean?  
What if yourself for not wearing 
Pertinax.   
hereafter may be wrung?  
Tush man I made them long ago, 
Commodus.   
a very Aesop's tongue.  

Pertinax.  Since you against these churchly rites  
so long and sore did winch,  
How could you now resume again  
so buxom at a pinch?  

Commodus.  I said (as oft I use to say)  
that I was very poor,  
Nathlesse would give tone half I had  
that I might wear no more.  

Pertinax.  I go to help a papist now,  
that gins for to recant,  

Commodus.  And I go now, for to molest  
a silly protestant.  
O noble force of flattery,  
Farewell old fellow mine,  
But so farewell that you keep close  
and come to me to dine.  

Translator.  Farewell a pair of hellish imps  
of cankered Satan's race:  
For you are enemies unto God,  
And his in every place.  
The true precise, none do despise,  
but all men know it well,  
That they in learning and good life,  
most commonly excel.  
Not one of us, but wills them well  
to keep their godly name.  
Nor ever thought to prejudice,  
or to eclipse the same.  
Some be so wise by Papists guile,  
they can not be abused:  
Yet Commodus hath fonded some,  
it can not be excused.  
If I should write of Commodus  
the crafts of such like men,  
The trickling tears for hearty grief  
would overlode my pen.  
But none will look to Commodus,  
he bears the bell away,  
Some guerdon due for his desert,  
The Lord will send one day.  
The world is blearde with dusking shoes,  
and daselde with a gloze:  
But I appeal unto the wise,  
and crave redress of those.  
Come what can come, how much can come,  
I am at stay in mind:  
Their net of zeal, wherewith they steal,  
for ever to unwind.  
Since God and our liege Sovereign  
bulwarks to Truth do stand:  
We fear not Commodus his craft,  
nor Pertinax his hand.   

❀ THE POET REBUKETH those which d●cōmend vices in the nobility▪ and do judge such worthy to bear rule, as also those which think, that none base borne ought to have any access to promotion. He speaketh to Maecenas, and commendeth him as one which hath respect only to virtue and godly qualities.  
The sixth Satire.  
NOt due descent from haughty house,  
nor thine Hetrurie land,  
(Mine own good Lord) do the cause thy name,  
and honour still to stand.  
Not father's sire, not mother's sire  
to cheu●tant in field:  
(About whose banners such a rout  
of lusty bloods bare shield.)  
Induce thee to be insolent,  
(as most of gentry be)  
To make a mock of meaner men,  
for thou acceptest me.  
Whose mother was enfranchised,  
and saist, it doth not skill  
Of pedigree, so that our own  
demeanour be not ill.  
Of this full well thou art resolved  

Tullus a sorpressor of virtue.  before king Tully 'gan  
So tyrannous a monarchy  
imbeceling freedom than  
By virtues spray, the basest borne  
might be the noblest man.  

Levynus agreate gentleman hated of the people for his naughtiness notwithstanding the great admiration th●y have to gentry.  Levinus, he whose ancestors  
king Tarquin drove away:  
Through life corrupt, and rainlesse youth  
did work his fame's decay.  
Neglected of the commoners,  
who only do admire,  
Nobility, and none but them  
to honours would aspire.  
If it be so that lawless pranks  
Yea nobles, discommendeth:  
Who will praise us of base blood  
except our life amendeth?  
For what if Levyn were esteemed  
and Decie were not so?  

Decius' base borne.  Levyn a lout, and Decie stout,  
Yet Levins kindred tho,  
Might be induction to the rude,  
to deem of him so well.  
If that the counsels Precedent,  

Appius.  perchance should me expel,  
From Senate house, for vulgar stock,  
This colour would he make,  
That base must bide in base room  
for civil profits sake.  
But glittering glory ravysheth"  
the poor and princely state:  
And pleasures not a jot at length:"  
let Tully spell his fate.  
He might have passed, his time in peace"  
declining lordly life,  
His royal robes razed rancour up,  
and rancour termelesse strife."  
Such is the world, who bears the sway  
assuredly is scanned,  
How he came up, what parentage,"  
what was his father's land.  
For, as the younger that would seem"  
most handsome and most brave,  
Doth make the more to mark the more"  
if he such features have:  
So, who so thinks to rule in realms,"  
and aufull sway to bear,  
To place, displace, to dub disdubbe,"  
to keep the costs in fear:  
The rifling of his pedigree,"  
must think erewhile to hear.  
Durst thou (say they) a beggars brat,  
in such outtaking rage,  
Take on thee thus, to head the pear,  
to hang and draw the page?  
Novie, 
Novie a petty sobber Paulus et Mass●la.  would be a counsellor  
in law I pass him far.  
Though not like some of fyled tongue  
to parley a case at bar,  
But, he can set a face of it,  
with his forpenned tail,  
In solemn sights, he thunders so,  
that fauters never fail.  
Let me speak well, speak what I can,  
They laugh me still to scorn:  
He is to base to rule say they,  
in deed to basely borne.  
Now grudge they me, because I am  
becomde your household guest:  
Before, because in war and flew  
my rule was next the best.  
Things much unlike: for be it so,  
that honours envied be,  
As fortunes gifts, yet may I well  
be suppliant to thee:  
Which art by choice of pondering wit,  
of friends provided (lo)  
Not roumerakers, nor rent rackers,  
nor stained with vices more.  
I dare not say that fortune could  
have wrought me such a bliss,  
Not loreles chance, but Uirgils' lore,  
did help me up to this.  
first Uirgils' voice, than Uaries praise,  
your presence did procure:  
At mine income, I lowted law,  
And muttred full demure.  
For bashful shame did still my voice  
and much abridge my talk:  
Therefore in blazing of my blood,  
my tongue it doth not walk.  
Nor how that I do mount on mule,  
in country gawyshe games:  
I platly power out my mind,  
thou answer also frames.  
In brief and few, such is thy wont  
and after certain days:  
Thou calls me home, and calls my friend,  
and this my grief alleys.  
A joy, to have Mecene my friend,  
who good from bad doth part,  
Not by dissent, but life well led,  
and ballast breast with art.  
For if with slender single sins  
and those but very few,  
My upright nature be infect,"  
(as if in comely hue  
A wart or twain be evident)  
it is not much to rue.  
If gamegroper or muckmunger,  
I can not prove it be,  
Nor spent my youth in dalliance,  
the case is well with me.  
And be in charitable life,  
withal and every friend:  
I thank my father for this gear,  
he sent me to this end.  

* Flauio●●.  He sent me not to lawyer's shop:  
to learn account to cast,  
To be recorder, auditor,  
to know to fetch in fast.  
Nor as the gentles send their sons,  
to chatter in a plea,  
Professing law, learn lawless life,  
and sail in read Sea.  
But like the babes of noble birth,  
to Rome I was conducted  
With lordly arts, that might be seen,  
the best I was instructed.  
My garments such, retinue such  
that most men did believe,  
My gransyres goodds, did stay the rout,  
that hanged upon my sleeve.  
My master grave, well studied,  
and much unlike a sort,  
Who dissolute at each small suit,  
do let their youth, go sport.  
For few, (as tip of all good name)  
he taught me shamefastness,  
That shendful shame through word or 〈◊〉  
did never me oppress  
Not fearing, though I went to la●e,  
on him I should complain,  
Nor do: I can him hearty thank,  
and praise him, for his pain.  
Except I mad, I may be glad,  
eke, of my parent base,  
And do milyke such kind of skuse  
which sum use in this case.  
pardy (say they) not our fault is,  
our parage is so mean:  
pardy, say I, my voice and heart  
doth go against that clean.  
For, if that nature would and could  
reclaim my dulcet days,  
And bid me pick my parents out,  
'mongst those, that bears the sways,  
Sum would no doubt bid me take one,  
that lifts the lofty mace,  
And praunceth in the purple throne,  
contented with my place.  
I would not change: the most of men,  
will think me straughte of wit,  
But you, can weigh the weighty state,  
and i judge a right of it.  
For, as authority is great,  
so substance must be great●  
My viaundes great my charges great,  
my friends I must, entreat,  
Some, one, or other, must I have  
where so that I be gone,  
To town or country far or near,  
a shame to be alone.  
My many much, my train of men,  
my geldings fat and fair,  
My wagons, coaches, horselitters,  
for cost I must not spare.  
In city, I must set upon  
my gold bespangled mule,  
In deeper way, a traunsinge steed,  
whom uneath ought can rule.  
Else sum will check me for my thrift,  
Lord Tullus so would thrive,  
Who Praetor would ride through the streets,  
his train no more but five.  
five pelting lads, (good senator)  
at least must wait on thee,  
And I may roam my mastership,  
wheresoever liketh me.  
Myself alone can chepen things,  
and make my market well,  
At even and morn in fair or mart  
from thence to where I dwell:  
So such poor cates, as I well like,  
my supper ready set,  
A pot of drink, a glass of oil  
my household stuff not great.  
From that to bed not crampte with care,  
of that which may betide,  
Nor bent to go a pilgrimage,  
for my great strife or pride.  
I rise at ease walk forth at ease, 
Nou●●   
and then a cast at book,  
All secretly, (a joy of joys  
at it to sit and look)  
For wearied with my bookish gaze,  
I noint with supple oil,  
My loytrous limbs, and when six Phebe  
with brand begins to broil:  
I wash my corpse in cool shade,  
my dyat small and thin,  
Of pretty pittance, not so much,  
as stomach would let in.  
I calculate the coursing stars,  
how each doth run, and rain,  
When noisome dog doth flame in rage,  
I come not at the bain,  
But sit at home: this is the life,  
so jolly, and so free,  
That cherisheth, and cheereth up,  
and so recumforts me.  
As though my father grandfather,  
and uncle erst had been,  
Lords treasurers, and left me knight,  
and rich in childhood green.   

❧ A DERISION OF CHIDING and brawling. The strife is betwixt Rupilius king of Pryneste, and one Persius: a wonderful undecent thing, for a noble man to be a scoulder.  
The seventh Satire.  
THe felon tongue of Rupilie,  
that traitor mongrel king,  
How Persius hath dressed in kind,  
it is no novel thing.  
As common as the cart's way that.  
This Persie for the most,  
Did make his bode at Ginnia:  
with Rupilie at host.  
With gybes, and glicks, and taunting strife  
a brawler sharp and sore  
Rash, arrogant, and by use had  
of ribaldrye such store:  
That from a dozen cackling drabs,  
the bell he might have boar  
Well, to the king, like dog, and cat,  
these two did then agree,  
Like champions fell, their toylesum tongues  
they used as weapons free.  
For each man seeks to noy his foe,  
(the old said saw doth tell,  
With prows, and those martial feats,  
wherein he doth excel.  
Twixte Priam's haughty Hector, and  
corragiouse Achilles,  
So keen and mortal was their wrath,  
that he did Hector kill.  
And for no other cause I trow,  
but that, in those same twain,  
Like force in principality,  
and parfytnesse did rain.  
D●sterds will quickly part themselves,  
unequal if they be,  
(As Glaucus was to Diomedes)  
the weaker shrinketh, he  
Departs in peace, as recreante,  
his ransom makes him free.  
Lord Brutus was lyeutenaunte, then  
of Asia the less,  
When Rupilie, and Persius,  
to combat do address.  
Like as two masters of the fence,  
vn●hathe their blades of might,  
So, these same two, tongue puisaunte knights,  
with scolding, ginn the fight.  
The auditory numberouse,  
the Persye onset gave,  
The people laugh, he praiseth Brute,  
and his retinue brave.  
Duke Brute, the son of As●a,  
his men, he calls the stars,  
Bald Rupilie, he rattles up,  
to combat, if he dares.  
He called him hurtful hateful dog,  
to earth, a gréenouse sine,  

Flout.  Like pleasant stream beset with wood,  
so flows his talk divine.  
Then Rupilie let issue out,  
his well ycouched words,  
Through seasonde, as the drubled lakes,  
that keepeth aye in fords.  
So perfit and exact a scold,  
that women might give place,  
Whose tattling tongues, had won a wisp,  
to stand before their face.  
The Persie see, his foe so fell,  
and how he did him snape,  

●rayl●rs tongue insupportable, therefore not to be answered by words, but repressed by ri●or of the magistrate.  Thought impossible to resist,  
ne wist he how to scape.  
Lord Brute (quoth he) my liege lord Brute,  
for all the gods above,  
Thou, that art wont to haverd all,  
to win, thy countries love,  
To wring the maces forth their hands,  
to daunt the dukes a down,  
Be wrekde, be wrekde (thy only praise)  
upon this doggish clown.   

❧ THE GARDINGE GOD Priapus being erected as a watch to drive away birds and thieves, complaineth himself to be sore scared of the old witch Canadie, her fellow sorcerers Sagana, and such like. He partly toucheth the manner of their practising.  
The eight Satire.  
I Was sometimes a very block,  
the body of a tree,  
The wright uncertain what to make,  
a stool or God of me,  
His pleasure was to make me God,  
mine office is to fray,  
Both birds and thieves that would come filtche  
our fruit from hence away.  
As images (most commonly)  
the workmen use to make,  
To purchase ease or wealth to men,  
and for their lucre sake.  
This orchard was a sepulchre  
indeed, a public grave,  
For Nomentane and Pantoble,  
and every rascal slave.  
The plat of ground, was broad and square,  
and of a mighty length,  
Sum tombs there were right beautiful,  
and of a during strength.  
This place that was a dampish soil,  
and white, with dead men's bones,  
Is now a pleasant paradise,  
to walk in for the nonce.  
The velvet grass, the wholesome herbs,  
the trees, in motley livery,  
Both art and nature have bestowed,  
abundantly their tapestry.  
I am molested very much  
with fowls, and cléeking thieves,  
Yet most these charming sorcerers,  
undoubtedly me grieves.  
Who do with poison, and with spells,  
bereave men of their wits  
I can not stay these mother mabbes,  
but they will charm by fits.  
When as the moon begins to show  
her young and comely face,  
They cum to gather, dead men's bones,  
and hurtful herbs a pace.  
I saw myself old Canadie,  

Canadie a witch.  about twelve of the clock,  
Bare foot, her locks about her head,  
Ytuckde in pukishe frock.  
She howled with an other hag,  
a colour sallow won  
Made them to look, like gastefull goosts,  
(good for to curse and ban)  
These two with teeth, did rent in twain  
a lamb of blackithe hue  
The blood resorted to an hole,  
purple, and smoking new.  
Thence did they scyte, the damned souls,  
from Pluto's palace large:  
The souls, that all things should expound,  
as it was given in charge.  
Stood statues two, the great of wool,  
of wax was made the less,  
The greater gurnde with visage grim,  
as though he would oppress  
The less which lowered lowtishlye,  
dispairinge all redress.  
The one she called of Heccatye,  
King Pluto's chamber fear,  
The other called Tisephonie,  
that hath in spite no pear,  
finds, serpents, furies, hellish imps.  
the moon inflamed to read,  
Thou mights have seen, the witch's couch  
behind the tombs of dead.  
For being spied, If that I lie,  
the daws defile my noll,  
And all the thieves of Rome cum in,  
and of my fruit take toll.  
What should I show particulars?  
by course how they did speak,  
The witch and goosts how they did howl,  
again how they did squeak,  
How they interred in the ground,  
a speakled serpents hide:  
And hare of wolves, and by and by,  
a flame there out did glide.  
And as the flame did grow in bulk,  
and 'gan for to increase:  
So did the waxed image (lo.)  
by small and small decrease.  
I marked the drabbishe sorcerers  
and hard their dismal spell  
The matter, went so hard with me,  
(there was no other boot)  
I let a scape? Dame Cannadie  
she moved her aged foot,  
And trotteth on her way so hard,  
that all her teeth out fall:  
The other trot lost her read hive,  
she did her bush with all.  
There mights thou find their conjured herbs,  
their threades and knacks of art▪  
And, for to see the beldoms scared,  
have laughed out thy part.   

❀ IN GENERAL HE Controlleth people inquisitive, and importunable tattler. That he doth dialogue wise, and yet without naming of any person.  
The ninth Satire.  
I Chanced, to room me in the streets,  
(as oft I use to do)  
Musing, I wait not, of what toys,  
but scanning to and fro.  
Runs, unto me a certain man,  
whom erst I uneath see.  
Embracing me, oh pleasant lad,  
how mights thou far (quoth he?)  
Well at this time, and wish to thee,  

Horace,  all that thou canst require.  
When as I see him haunt me still,  
I asked him his desire.  

Str.  Why pardy, sir, know you not me?  
I am a great lernde man.  

Horace:  If it be so, I dame of you,  
so much the better than.  
lives fain, I would have le●te him there,  
and hereupon, I went  
Now swift, now slow and told my boy,  
trifles to none intent.  
In faith I was through bathed in sweat,  
and thought them in good ●ase,  
That were well in their chambers set,  
or in sum secret place.  
When he would praise, the town, or stréet●,  
I answered nought again.  
I see, (quoth he you would, that we  
were parted very fain.  
But all for naught, it may not be,  
I'll wait upon you now.  
(Quoth I) sir, spare your coortesie,  
I have no need of you.  
I must go see, a friend of mine  
whom you did never know,  
nigh Caesar's Orchards, yond Tiber,  
he dwelleth far below.  
No business I, needs must I walk,  
have with you for this day, 
Strange.   
Then, (like the heavy lodened ass)  
mine ears down did I lay. 
Horace.   
Sir, if you knew my qualities,  
there is no reason, why, 
Str.   
Or Uiske, or Uarus should be more,  
enteire to you then I. 
Uiske, & U●rus: woe ioly● Poets.   
For who, for number or for grace,  
dare mell with me in rhyme?  
Or who can dance so footinglye,  
observing tune and time?  
I can sing so melodiously,  
that very Hermogene,  
Would envy me or if he hard  
would yield to me I ween  
I thought to interchaunge a word,  
thy mother liveth she,  
Or any of thy kinsfolk else, 
Ho.   
that standeth need of thee? 
Str.   
In good time they are brought to stay,  
and I remain alone,  
Dispatch thou me, so it must be:  
for many years a gone,  

Sabella a-Prophetes.  Sabella, (I a very child)  
did reed, my drerye fate,  
In following form, with tender hand,  
pressed upon my pate.  
Not poison keen, nor emnies' sword,  
this babe away shall draw,  
Not stitch or cough, or knobbing gout,  
that makes the patient slaw,  
A prater shall become his death,  
therefore, let him always  
If he be wise shun jangling jacks,  
after his youthefull days.  
We came to Lady Uestas church.  
the fourth part of the day  
whilst language passed to and fro,  
was passed clean away.  
He stood in bonds, (as he told me)  
in court for to appear,  
Or sentence else definitive,  
should pass against him clear.  
If thou dost love me friend (quoth he)  
to tharches with me draw,  

Horace:  Nor can I stand, upon my feet,  
nor know the civil law.  

Str:  I doubt if I should leave my cause,  
or else thy friendly company.  
I pray the me, not yet (quoth he  

Horace,  before me, by and by  
He preseth on: my victor guide  
I did succeed a pace,  
How doth your lord Maecenas now,  

Str.  how stand you in his grace?  
It is a rare and wyt●ye part,  
in friendship long to dwell,  
Horace, I tell the as a friend,  
thou haste used fortune well,  
If that thou woldste plant me in once,  
(in forfitte of my head)  
Thou shouldst no doubt, have me a friend,  
would stand the in good stead.  
Within a months space or twain,  
Maecenas I would claw  
That all the rest might blow their nails,  
or go to shove the daw.  
We live not so, as thou dost think, 
Horace.   
no house, more pure than this,  
Nor none, that from those mischiefs vile,  
more clean and spotless is.  
His, riches, or his learning is,  
no prejudice to me:  
There is a place accordingly,  
for each in his degree.  
A thing thou tells uncredible. 
Str.   
I tell a ●othefaste tale. 
Hor.   
Thou makes me glow feign would I come 
Str.   
to be of his counsel.  
If that you will, you have a grace, 
Hor.   
his favour for to win  
The first assault is very hard,  
by suit thou mayst get in.  
I will not fail, bribes shall corrupt,  
his cheefist serving men 
Str.   
Though once or twice the gates be shut  
I will not cease yet then  
* i'll wait my opportunity,  
to meet him in the way.  
To lead him home, to curtsy,  
and cap him when he stays.  
There is no good for to be done,  
whilst we are living here:  
Except we lie, ●aune flatter, face,  
cap, kneel duck, crouch smile, flere.  
He prattling thus, a friend of mine  
one Fuscus Arisie,  
Met me, who knew this chatting sir  
almost as well as I.  
Stock still we stand, he asked me whence,  
or whether, that I would,  
I halde him back, and by the hand,  
of friendship did him hold.  
Squintinge his eyes, he 'gan to nod,  
to call me thence away,  
And yet dissemblingly he thought,  
to dally and to play.  
My heart in choler parboiled was,  
I wis my friend (quoth I)  
You said, that you a matter had  
to tell me secretly.  
An other tyme. I must go see  

Fuscus.  the circumcised jews  
In keeping of their Sabot ●ay,  
what holy rites they use.  

Horace.  I love not that religion.  

Fuscus.  I, of infirmity  
Am scrupulous: and therefore sir,  
I pray the bear with me.  
Hereafter I willbe your man,  
both when and where you will,  
This day dismis me to go room,  
throughout the streets my fill.  

Hor.  The churl departs, and left me still●  
to feel my sharp distress.  
By chance there comes this fellows ●o●,  
who, now had got redress,  
At him by law: varlet, (quoth he)  
I charge the for to stay,  
And pray you (Horace) give me leave,  
my mind to him to say.  
Content, (quoth I), you may be bold,  
to work your will for me,  
My troublesum companion  
arrested than I see.  
Both parties cry, the crowd grows great●  
through great Apollo's grace,  
It was my luck for to escape,  
so cumbrous a case.   

❧ SOME HAD EVIL SPOKEN of Horace, for reprehending Lu●ille. He protesteth that he by no means, meaneth to desame the person, but to have his, or their doings bettered. pretty other conceits and notes of versefyinge.  
The tenth Satire.  
Forsooth, I said, (Lusill) I said,  
your verses run not round.  
Doth any love Lusill so well,  
to praise his jarringe sound?  
But he, through tickling up the town,  
with mirth, hath won a name:  
And yet this doth not prove him lernde,  
though I should grant the same.  
So might our minstrel Laberie,  
be counted learned then, 
Laberie dele● table in minstrelsey, & ye● not learned.   
If merry mirth and only mirth,  
could make a learned man.  
To make the re●der laugh a pace,  
is not a Poet's part:  
I mean not all: though therein be,"  
a pretty piece of art.  
He must be quic● to make his pause,"  
and sentence, fall in time  
all's tra●ing long, to wearied ears,  
will make a lothesum rhyme.  
His treatise interchangeable:  
now merry and now sad,  
In Poet's puff and now again,  
in Retorique flourish clad.  
sometimes, a fable trimly told,  
doth work in better force,  
Then if the plaintiff Poet should  
besing his musies hoarse.  
Sumtime to spare his eloquence,  
and speak not what he can:  
Such were the ancient interludes,  
so were they liked than.  
And so far to be imitate,  
but neither Hermogen,  

* Demetrius.  Nor other, who would seem to be,  
so gay devysinge men,  
Did ever read (I dare make good)  
those lettred Poets works,  
Save Cafull, and calvus, whereas  
such paltry baggage lurks.  
Tush, now I glance, and blame ami●  
for Lusill hath devised,  
A tricksye work in Latin coat,  
and greakishe guards comprised.  
An auntrus ●●e, I promise you,  
O thou that knows not much▪  
Cease to admire a man for that  
the matter is not such,  
As it is thought, to sprinkle here,  
and there a word of Greek,  
Sum a●●ehead doultes in baggish style,  
of Greek are not to seek.  
Except thou think that diverse tongues,  
are better when they meet  
A● mixed wines, (what else:) become  
more wholesome and pure sweet.  
Well, in thy verse use Greek at will  
beware, that when at bar  
Thou pleadest for thy client, 
Petillus.  there  
thou goest not overfar.  
I mean as if some passing man  
should stand in plea thy foe, 
Poblicula or corvinus.   
And sweat again to gravayle thee,  
and work thy client woe.  
Use not thy two tongude phrases then,  
like one of Canues town, 
Canues, a town where was spoken both greek and Latin.   
Thou mayst perchance become nonesuite,  
thou and thy cause borne down.  
Once on a time, a Greek poem  
I dreamt to indite,  
(A Roman I disjoined by sea,  
unured so to write)  
Lord Romulus did bid me stint,  
in pitchy silent night,  
At midnight, when such visions  
are counted most of might.  
In greekish tongue (sayeth he) to write  
write upon writing still,  
Is as to power on fatted sow,  
more draff drink and more swill.  
Therefore whilst Alphin shriketh out 
Alphin, a tragical Port.   
the murdered Memnon's bain  
And reign descrives I leaving Greek  
am of my Satire fain.  
Which neither shall in guilded hall once,  
be judged of the Mayre:  
Nor feed the eye on stately stage,  
to make a meinie stare.  
Fundanus may at his good lust, 
Fundanus, a Comical poet.   
of nyncetie fynceties write,  
(I say) of harlots he●●full guile  
of Daubs what a spite,  
He wrought to Chremes by his craft,  
That faculty therefore  
I leave to him as captain  
in scoffing comyke lore.  
And Polleo, the princely jests,  
in lofty jambiques may  
By virtue of that gracious verse,  
in tragic wise display:  
So ●arie makes his Elegies,  
of quick and lively might,  
And Uirgile, well in rural rhyme,  
His gamesome ●use can dight,  
A Satire I, more savourly,  
and with more luck attempted  
That Uarro, and a number such,  
(all arrogance exempted.)  
I do not say, before my time,  
But Lusille did devise,  
Nor ever meant to prejudice  
his crown in any wise  

Laurel Crown.  But now and then outtakyngly.  
he will be overseen,  
And bring such stuff, whereof the most●  
omitted might have been.  
I pray you (Lusille) say me sooth,  
nor be you not offended,  
Hath not your wisdom said or now,  
that Homer might be mended?  
And hath not jolly Lusill to,  

Actius.  the doleful Actie changed?  
And for to car●e him for his phrase  

E●ilus.  all over Ennie ranged.  
Yet, when he speaketh of himself,  
He speaks not, as he were  
A better ●larke, than those he blamed.  
Why may not we inquire  
In way of talk? if his hard style,  
a matter good hath marred:  
Or if the matter to untoward,  
hath made his style to hard.  
If that a man think it enough,  
and for a poet meet,  
Twixt meal & meal, two hundre●h rhymes,  
to rear up on their feet:  
Like Casse, whose lavyshe eloquence, 
Cassus burned for his tou●he books.   
was rushing as the streams:  
Therefore were burnt, his corpse, his books,  
(his hasty travailed dreams.)  
If this be good, Lusill is good,  
in such respect may he,  
Of pleasant head, and deep device,  
and clerkly judgement be.  
He may be thought to have enritchde  
Grease, with his Satire verse,  
Much better than an elder sort,  
which I could now rehearse.  
Kyght happy Lusill, that didst see  
so plausible a time:  
If he had been in these our days,  
he must have razed his rhyme."  
And pard of all that was not trim,"  
and so have bend his brain:  
That both he should have scratchde his head●"  
and bit his thumbs for pain.  
For now, who looks to bear the bell,"  
his doings he must cull,  
At home with ●ym, and better add,"  
than he did erst out pull. 
Horace.   
Contented, to have pleased the wise,"  
let go the skyllesse hobbes,  
Who would esteem the clapping of  
a flock of luskyshe lobbes.  
(Not I in sooth: the judgement of  
one worthy parsonage,  
In learning ripe, in virtue just,  
in verdict sharp and sage:  
give me before a thousand lours,  
and all their loud suffrage.  
Tygille he keeps a prattling still,  
his pages do me pinch:  
Prate what they can, the worst they can,  
I mind not once to winch.  
Such careless, brainless, senseless shrubbs,  
such suckling maultwormes, who,  
Doth take their words, but as of course,  
and so can let them go?  
The lord Maecenas and Virgil,  

The wise clerks of that age.  Plotie, and Uarius,  
Ualgie, and our dread sovereign  
the great O●auius,  
And Polle● (I fawn not now,  
not flatter, thanks to pike)  
Fuscus, and eke the Uiscie both,  
I would they should me like,  
Thou Messala, thy brother to,  
You Bubilie also,  
You Seruie, and thou Furnius,  
both you and such like more,  
Friendly and learned, which now for haste  
unnamed I let go,  
Your praise I say, fain would I have  
full sorry and full sad:  
If I ne can fulfil the hope,  
which of myself I had.  
Sir Tygill, and sir Demetrie,  
Your dumpish domes in schools,  
You may bestow where as you list,  
amongst your flock of fools.  
As for the wise, they wink at them,  
nor will not on them look:  
Go boy, go note these sayings well,  
and put them in a book.    

Q. HORACE FLACCUS HIS second BOOK of satires.  

❧ THE POET IS AT ALTERcation with himself, and reasoneth if he should any further proceed, in inditing of satires, sithence he was thought of some envious persons to be sharp spoken, and in deed a backbiter. He demandeth counsel of the lawyer Trebatius: he dependeth his own deed, and convinceth his misiudgers.  
The fi●ste Satire.  
SOme think my satires too to tart,  
to keep no constant law,  
And some have thought it lously pen●e  
what so of mine they saw.  
And wean a thousand such like rhymes,  
one might within a day,  
Writ and dispatch: (old friend Trebate)  
what should I do? a way  
To me prescribe, you bid me rest,  
my Mustes to appall.  
Na, trust me truly by my thrift,  
that were the best of all.  
But I must needs be doing still,  
you bid me, I know not what,  
To swim in Tiber all the day  
at night to keep a chat.  
To drink for life, to quasse carouse,  
to l●ade my tottye noll,  
And by such means restrain my pen,  
and to surcharge my soul.  
Or if I have such urgent lust,  
and liking to indite,  
That then I should of Caesar's frays  
and passing triumphs write.  
For that would fetch us in the pence,  
and help me for to live.  
Alas (God knows) full fain would I●  
my courage will not give  
Me so to do. Not every man  
the warlike troops so gay,  
To morishe pikes, and broaching spears▪  
the frenchmen slain in fray,  
The puissant Percy pluck from horse,  
praise worthy can display.  
Why might I not just S●ipio,  
thy martial feats have praised,  
As learned Lusille once tofore,  
such bloody banquets blazed?  
I will assay, as time shall serve,  
unless I wait my time,  
It is in vain, to exhibit,  
to Cesar any rhyme.  
Whom, if a man attempt to claw,  
inflexible he stands,  
Yet, better were so to presume,  
then, for to file our hands.  
With bankroute slave Pantobolus,  
and Nomentanus pranks.  
Scythe causeless all mistrust themselves,  
and cans me little thanks.  
What way for me? they say that I,  
am subject unto drink,  
And shotishely upon excess,  
lay out what so I think:  
Like drunken folk that hop and skip,  
when lickour loads their brain,  
And when through ●ll affected eye, 
Pollux and Castor, juptter and Le●● their sons brethren to ●elena.   
one candle seemeth twain.  
Born of one egg, Pollux on foot,  
and Castor loves to ride,  
Each man his mind. In studying  
how many ways be tried▪  
I keep one stay of writing (they say)  
in melancholy mood,  
Like Lusill, saving that my wit,  
is not all out so good.  
Lusill, as to his very friend,  
so would he to his book,  
His secrets good or bad bewray,  
look on them, who would look.  
Him follow I in Lucanie,  
or bred in Appulie  
I wot not: 
Uenu●●n●n, just between Lucanie, and ●ppulie, the● was the post borne.  For Uenuce my town  
betwixt them both doth lie.  
They romans Uenucine possess,  
so sen●e into that place,  
lest people nigh abordering,  
might win the same in space.  
And thereby noy the romish wealth,  
what so my country is:  
What so my wit, my bitter style,  
strikes not a whit amiss.  
It may be likened to a sword,  
In sheath for my defence.  
Since no false lofels hurt me then,  
why do I draw it thence?  
O king, O father jupiter,  
Would God the times were so,  
That rust might well devour this sword,  
that none would work me wo.  
But work they do, but who so does,  
though he be devilish fell,  
I blazon far and near his arms,  
and wanton touches tell.  
He may go howl land pule for woe,  
the citizens will scorn him,  
And cause him wish full many a●tyme,  
his dam had never borne him.  
The Lawyer when that he is chafed,  
will threaten judgement fell:  
So Canadie our sorceress  
with poison will us quell:  
Each officer doth menace eke,  
the worst that they can do:  
All brag of that, which is their best,  
and therewith fear their foe.  
And that nature allows of this  
mark thou these notes with me:  
The wolf with tooth, the bull with horn  
and how this same might b●,  
Dame Nature teacheth inwardly.  
thou dost again reply,  
Strong Sheva, would not with his sword,  
his mother cause to die,  
Though she had wrought him much mischief  
No marvel, for the ox  
Strikes not with tooth, nor wolf with hele,  
strong poison used this fore.  
So he and they, the good and lewd  
their weapons have by kind,  
And use the same to work their weal:  
The gifts therefore of mind  
Shall be my be●te artillery:  
For whether quiet age,  
Abideth me, or black wyngde death  
encompass me in rage,  
Come wealth or want, at home, or else  
perchance an exiled man,  
I will not fail, to write my state,  
if possibly I can.  
My son, if that thou writ to sharp, 
Tre●tte.   
no doubt thou shalt not live,  
Some one or other, will to thee  
Thy fatal wound ygeve.  
Why? Lusill lived, who ever used, 
Horace.   
all fayners to detect,  
With satires sharp, and quippies round,  
of death he never recked.  
But blamed those, which outwardly  
do give a shining shoe,  
And inwardly are charged with sin,  
that unneaths they can go.  
Good Lelie did not hate his wit,  
nor he that got renown  
For policy, and pruice too,  
For beating Carthage down.  
I say they were not miscontent,  
That lewd Metellus once,  
And lowtishe Lupus were reformed, 
Metellus and Lupus noble men, yet reprehended for ●yce. ●c●pi● and L●lius no● repining.   
with satires for the nonce.  
He would not spare the officers,  
nor private men to blame.  
A friend to none save honesty,  
and those that used the same.  
With doughty stout duke Scipio,  
and Lelie learned and wise,  
He would teste very iocundly, 
One point of wisdom, not to be merp● among●ste amultitude.   
and frankly in his guise,  
At meals, when he sequestered was  
from the unlettered sort.  
What so I am, though far I wot,  
from Lusils' wit and port.  
Yet envy self can not deny,  
but I have led my life,  
Amongst the best, though some men think  
me dedicate to strife:  
methinks my ground, is good and sure,  
except you friend Trebat,  
By law, do disallow of it,  
I will pursue my state.  

Trebu●▪  Beware, beware, the warinde may live,  
be circumspect and slawe,  
lest you by words undo yourself,  
through ignorance of law.  
For who that writeth slaundrously,  
we lawyers must amend him:  

Horace.  And who that writeth true and well,  
our Cesar must defend him,  
If that a man speak of a zeal,  
And blame the bad alone,  
Dispatch your rolls, there is no gain,  
the Lawyer may be gone.   

❀ UNDER THE PERSON AGE of the Stoic Ofellus, he controlleth the gluttonous and riotous: he showeth the variety of meats themselves, not to be so delectable, as they are so made by abstinence, and sharp appetite. He commendeth much frugality, which is chief in sparing and thryftie diet.  
The second Satire.  
How good it is, and laudable,  
to live but with a small:  
It passeth me for to descrive,  
Ofellus fold it all.  
A rudesb●e, and unruly, wise,  
and yet unlucky man,  
Who never could bring to an end,  
The thing which he began.  
Learn abstinence, O learn of me  
not when your paunch is full,  
Or when with gross upflynging fumes,  
Your sight is ma●de and dull:  
Or when your lust leans to the worst,  
and will not brook the best,  
Come soberly, not overcharged,  
With intrayls all at rest.  
Some thing to say: the wasteful womb,  
doth plague and kill the brain;  
As that judge doth his country hurt,  
who gapeth after gain.  
When thou dost trace the hasting hare,  
or tame the jennet wild,  
Or fight in field, like roman stout,  
(unlike a greekish child.)  
Or when thou dost at football play,  
or tennis for pastime:  
Whylste love of game doth ease thy toil,  
and help away the time:  
Or when thou slyngest in the air:  
with might avoid the stone:  
What so thou dost, do earnestly,  
and when thy toil is gone,  
Thou shalt have stomach quick and sharp,  
that when thou comes to dine,  
It will not look for sweet conceits,  
or fragrant frisking wine.  
If that the rude and ugly sea,  
do let the fisher's art,  
If food do fail, of bread and salt,  
to take and eat thy part.  
Thou wilt be glad. Why is it thus?  
●o●e soundeth this with reason?  
The smell of hot and smoking roast,  
though it be dear and geason,  
Doth not delight of it own self:  
thou makes the culleis good.  
Thy sweat and pine, makes sweet and fine,  
and savours all thy food.  
What taste is there, if thou beiste gordgde▪  
ne can it well endue,  
In lampre, or in leveret,  
or choppyn oysters new.  
Nevertheless, I can not thee persuade,  
but if they both be dressed,  
The Peacock, and the pubble hen,  
the Peacock tasteth best.  
Beguiled with appearances:  
because her costly sail  
Is rare: and that a circled pride  
She beareth in her tail.  
As though that were material:  
her feathers dost thou eat,  
So gay to thee? or is she else,  
in broth the better meat?  
The flesh of both is much alike:  
thou loves the peacock, though,  
Because of gallant gawyshe plumes:  
well, let it then be so.  
The Dog fish, that from Tiber comes,  

Tulcus, a● street in Rome, near to a creke of the sea.  or stream in Tuscus street,  
Why is it worse, then that, from sea  
where wrestling waves do meet?  
O doting world, above the rest,  
they love the Hullet great,  
And yet do mince her small and small  
before they do her eat.  
Thus may we see, the sight is all:  
If sight make things excel,  
Great Porpoises, should be in price:  
nay, soothly I can tell  
Why they be not: this purpose fish,  
with us is every where:  
A mullet for the mincing dames,  
for that is rare and dear. 
far sought far brought dear bought good for Ladies.   
The temperate will little eat  
and feed of simple cheer.  
Some gluttons would eat greater fish,  
to satisfy their maws,  
(Like hellish Harpies) from a pan,  
with greedy gnawing jaws.  
But you, you wasteful southern winds,  
corrupt their viands all:  
It needs not much: for bore or brytte,  
doth taste to them as gall.  
When to much havoc hath them cloyed,  
than begin they sore to long  
For rapes, and Helicampane root,  
and do the beggars wrong.  
So kings (to have their courses just)  
Reject not poor men's cates,  
As eggs, and oil, with such the like  
received and used of states.  
The herald Gallo for a dish 

The dish, was a fish cawled accipenser a while usual y●a and no●le, afterward contemptible.  
Pr●torie, ● friend to the kychin.    
He used upon a day,  
Was ill rebukde. But they to blame:  
for brittes few durst assay.  
The Britte did scope abroad in seas,  
The Stork did keep her nest,  
Before paunch pampering pretory,  
told how they should be dressed.  
If some, the roasted cormorant,  
delytefull would report,  
Our youth (soon taught to naughtiness)  
would try it for a sport.  
The covetous and sparing man  
we must not note for one,  
(As Ofell saith) if thou, percase  
from one sin wouldst be gone,  
And thereby hap into a worse,  
that were a bootless case.  

Canis a covetous miser.  Canis, in whom for his desert,  
that name may well take place,  

Old olives.  Old olives, and the dogtree fruit,  
and lees of changed wine,  
And vile unpleasant greasy oil,  
to loathsome for a swine.  
(If he did feast his friend at home,  
or keep his native day,  


One good note of a churl to be liberal o● that which is naught.  
Demand.   Or solemnize the time by chance,  
in surly rich array.)  
Abundance of such corrupt stuff,  
'mongst his, he would outlaye.  
What diet shall the wise man then,  
betwixt two contraries use?  
Shall he the trade of covetise,  
or prodigal refuse?  

reply.  Unspotted he, that keeps him free,  
and leans to neither side.  

Albutye.  He shall not be like Albutye,  
who, when he doth divide,  
His household charge, amongst his men,  
himself will nothing do:  

navy.  Nor yet like Nevie wait at board,  
for that is foolish too.  
Now listen well, how great the fruits,  
of sparing di●te be:  
First good for health, for this thou must,  
persuade thyself with me:  
That many things annnoyeth man,  
And meats do much offend,  
Though they be pleasant, yea and good,  
yet, when thou dost them blend,  
As, fish with fowl, roast meats with boiled,  
to choler goes the sweet:  
The moist to phlegm, for stomach phlegm  
a guest is most unmeet.  
Again, the corpse charged with excess,  
doth overcharge the mind,  
Abandoning to earthly things,  
the soul of heavenly kind.  
The temperate may soon dispose  
his membres to their rest,  
And rise again deliverly,  
to labour quick and pressed.  
He shall be in the better plight,  
In time that happen may,  
As when the year by compaste course,  
shall bring the pagiaunt day.  
Or if he take confortatives  
to help him at his need:  
For years will come, and crasye age▪ 
Worthy fruttes of temperance.   
who d●yntily must feed.  
In age, or sickness, what shall be,  
delighting unto thee?  
Who haste prevented in thy youth  
such pleasure as might be?  
The rammyshe Boar, they wonted to praise,  
not that they had no nose  
To feel him smell, but to this end,  
that he which did repose  
Himself with them, might eagerly  
fall to, and eat his meat:  
Because they would not gluttonlyke,  
their whole provision eat.  
In those days, I would have been borne,  
in such an honest time:  
I love well hospitality,  
If riot cause not crime.  
If thou dost stan●e in awe of verse,  
or force a rymers reed:  
Take heed such sorts and subtleties  
of cates will make thee need.  
Both shame and harm they will procure,  
again, add to this same,  
Thy kinsmen wroth, thy friends made foes,  
thyself foe to thy name.  
wishing for death, and shalt not die,  
but live to wail and moon  
Thy wanton wealth, thy beggars plight  
thy treasures that be gone.  

Tracie.  (saith taunting Tracy) may not I  
lay out my coin at will?  
My rents come to me thick and thick,  
my want is foison still,  
Not three kings can dispend with me,  
who saith, I may not spend?  

●o●t●.  Therefore, the surplus of thy goods  
apply to better end.  
Why want the silly needy souls  
refreshing at thy hand?  
Why do the temples of the gods,  
without repairing stand?  
Thou corsye carl, thy country dear,  
from hougie substance, such  
Shall she have nought? wilt only thou  
devour alone so much?  
O jest, unto thy very foes,  
For, whether may have more,  
(If fortune frown, and griefs grow on)  
esperance to his store?  
Thou: which was married to thy muck,  
and fresh in gay attire,  
Or he: that dreading chance to cum,  
a little doth desire  
And keeps it well, and warylye  
to help in hopeless tide,  
Like as the wise, in golden peace  
for stormy war provide.  
For more belief in this behalf,  
I then a little boy  
Can now report, that Ofellus,  
put not so great a joy.  
Nor pleasured so, in his chief wealth, 
Ofels' talk in prosperity.   
as in his worst decay.  
This was a common talk of his  
when he bore greatest sway.  
all's one to me: on woorkyday  
I never could be taken  
With better meat, in field or town,  
than roots or chimnye bacon.  
I, and my sons, keep thus in fe●lde,  
our cattle seld forsaken. 
Horace. ● more honest kind of liberality.   
But if old acquaintance cum,  
Who hath been long away  
Or sum good honest neighbour else,  
through sléetie drizzling day,  
Do cease from work, we merry make  
not with such costly fish,  
But with a chicken, or a kid,  
and grapes our second dish,  
A nut, or else sum kind of fig,  
the table ta'en away  
We drink about, and afterward  
for Ceres' gifts we pray.  
So, fly away the freating cares,  
that bring the wimpled age.  
Let fur furious fortune frown and fume,  
and roast her self in rage,  
She can not much empire our cates:  
my servants have not found.  
Their cheer much worse sense Umbrenus  

Umbrenus a soldier who had the ground given him by Augustus.  hath got away our ground.  
It matters not for nature gave  
not me this proper land,  
At first, nor him, nor any else.  
he chaste us forth with hand,  
His beastelynes will chase him out,  
or sum expulsive law,  
Or else his heir that shall survive,  
when he must couch full law.  
Now Umbrens' ground, of late Ofells  
(a thing not very stable)  
Now my, now thine, so must we take,  
the world as variable.  
Let nothing cause your courage quail,  
in care be constant still,  
And bend your breasts to bear the blawes  
of fortune that be ille.   

❧ THE POET SHOWETH a great skill or workmanship in this Satire, especially, in that he earnestly studying to make others good, is himself partly contented to be controwled by the stoic Damasip, as a sluggard and pretermitter of dutiful occasions. The stoic proofs sin to be a certain kind of madness.  
The third Satire.  
YOu writ so seldom unto me, 
Damas●y.   
that four times in a year  
Scarce comes a pen within your hand,  
perusing written gear.  
Half angry with yourself I wean,  
that drente in wine and sleep,  
You spending time in sylente pause,  
of satires bears no keep.  
Perform thy promise once at length,  
go too, what shall we have?  
Thou comes from Saturn's feast I trow,  
from drink thyself to save.  
Will nothing be? You blame your muse,  
so do you Poets all,  
Accuse your pen, when to your mind,  
your sentence will not fall.  
When thou camest to the country town,  
to live a part from strife,  
Thy visage gave, as though thou wouldst  
have written books for life.  
Menander, and dan Plato's works,  
why do they on you wait?  
Why brought you Cupolis to town,  
and Archilog his mate?  
You mean for fear of spiteful folk,  
all virtue to disclaim,  
Thou ca●●ife shalt come to contempt,  
shun idle joys for shame:  
Or else surrender all such praise,  
as thou haste got before:  
By work of wit, in full intent  
to mell with it no more. 
The Poet ●onte●●●● t● be reprou●d but not at such● a p●uishe merchant ●●.   
For this sage counsel, (Damasipe)  
the heavenly gods I pray,  

this stoic damasip.  To send a barber speedily,  
to wipe your berds away.  

Horace.  In deed, and know you me so well,  
how comes it so to pass?  

Damasip.  I sufferde shipwreck of my goods,  
whilst I a merchant was.  
And therefore now can spare an eye,  
the world to overvewe.  
Then was I plunged in affairs,  
as they me drove and drew,  
To know what vantage by exchange,  
to clip and wash my gold,  
By subtleties in minerals,  
my state for to uphold.  
By such like sort came I to have,  
an ample wealthy share  
To purchase orchards for mine ease,  
and bowers bright and fair.  
My wit so deep so sore to deal,  
such luck, to win or save,  
That me a Mercurialiste,  
to surname than they gave.  
I know it well and marvel much,  

Horace.  If that be rid and gone:  
Except thou haste sum worse disease  
which needs will rain alone.  
As Physic's cure from head to breast,  
diseases can convey,  
As by excess of much madness,  
drive lythergie away.  
Perchance you setting fraud a part,  
the mad man's part will play.  

Dama.  Friend Horace, you are mad likewise.  
And so is every fool,  
If stoic Stertin taught us once,  
true doctrine in his school.  
Of whom, I learned this trade of life,  
no trewande in my lore,  
He dubde me then a stoic sage,  
and bade me morn no more.  
Though all the world should go to wrack,  
(for from a bridge I mente  
All headlong to have horlde myself  
so things against me went.)  
approaching nigh. O do not so,  
friend Damasip (quoth he)  
What thirlinge throws doth twitche thy harte●  
what shame confoundeth thee? 
The stoic. Startine supplieth with his talk almost all the satire following.   
The people cawl the giddishe mad,  
why, all the world is so:  
If thou be mad, and thou alone:  
be drowned: I let the go.  
But what is madness to define?  
Crysip, that noble clerk,  
Calls all fools mad, and all whose minds,  
are duskde with errors dark.  
This rule, makes mad a noumberouse swarm,  
of subjects and of kings,  
And none exemptes, save those in whom,  
the well of wisdom springs.  
Now lean thine ears, and listen well,  
perceive how all be mad,  
Yea those who erst to make the worse,  
such mockeries have had.  
Admit there be through darkesum wood,"  
a speedy footepathe way,  
On right side same, on left side sum:"  
and all do go a stray.  
Through wilsumnes of wilderness:  
the error is all one,  
Though through miswandringe diversly,  
they diuers●ye have gone.  
Thou mayst he mad, (friend Damasip)  

A reason to prove ●● ma●, which tread not in one tru● footepathe of wisdom.  thou mayst be much unwise,  
Thy mockers staring mad also,  
though in an other guise.  
One manner frenzy is, to fear  
when nothing is a miss,  
As hills on plains, or seas on mounts,  
this kind of buggor this:  
An other like a desperate,  
nothing at all to fear,  
To trudge through deep, high, hot, and could,  
to press upon a spear.  
His friends reclaims his sister dear,  
his parents and his wife,  
Theirs rocks, theirs Seas great drea● (say they)  
sweet kinsman save your life.  
He will not hear, for all their cry,  
no more than Fusie could,  
When he through force of drowsy drink,  
was fallen in slumber could.  
He should recite the drunkard's part,  
he drunk his part away,  
The people egde him for to speak,  
he wist not what to say.  
One way or other all are mad,  
as Damasip, which old  
Pictures did buy, was mad, and he,  
that lente to him the gold.  
Most mad is he, that takes a trust,  
not having hope to pay:  
Most mad is he, which may make bold  
and dare not his assay.  
Assay (quoth you) but who would trust,  
for now the world is such,  
That lend a man, a thousand crowns,  
or more, or nigh so much,  
And take a bill of his hand writ,  
an obligation make,  
So lawyer like, so clarklie drawn,  
that none could it mistake,  
And bind him straight, to keep a day,  
in pain of marks and pounds,  
Show witness write, and what thou canst,  
or louse, or shake thy grounds  
The one will he do: like Proteus,  
to shapes ychaunged, he  
Sometime a bore, a bird, a stone,  
and when he list a tree.  
No doubt he will attempt all shifts,  
to shift himself from the.  
If wise men use for to do well,  
and fools for to do ill,  
What say you to our creditor,  
our usurer petal? 
petal usurer   
Is he not mad? who when he lends,  
for increase asketh more,  
Then the poor debtor can perform,  
though he should swelled therefore.  
Ye lecherous, luxuriou●e,  
ye superstitious:  
Ye shottishe, dotishe, doltish daws,  
that nothing can discuss.  
Draw on my Clients one by one,  
be not agreiste ne sad,  
Stand still in stound; keep whishte (I say)  
whilst I do prove you mad.  
I charge you, you ambitious,  
and you that mucker good,  
To gerde your gowns, to sit and harcke,  
whilst I do prove you wood.  
The covetous, of Helibore  
the greater part must have,  

One part of a mad man, to seek, vain glory after his death.  Or rather all the pills, for the head  
as they which most do rave.  
The executors of Staberie,  
engraylde on his grave,  
What were his ample legaces,  
and what to them he gave.  
For so he bade in testament,  
and if they would not so,  
That then to maintain sword players  
most of his goods should go.  

Areus supervisor of the wil  Arrey did superuise this will,  
who should give them in wheat,  
To preserve sport, as much as half  
a country could well eat.  

Staberie.  What though I did (misjudge me not,  

Stoic.  I had a witty meaning.  
No doubt you had, to this intent,  
was all his guileful gleaning.  
To have his heirs, entail in stones  
his honnorable will:  
Need was to him a wickedness,  
yea an ungodly ill.  
Therefore in deed full dréedefullie,  
he weighed it as god's curse:  
If at his death, then in his life,  
one dodkin he were worse.  
For all and every thing (quoth he)  
virtue, renoumne, and fame,  
The corpses, the ghost, doth crouch to coin,  
and serve unto the same.  
Which who so hath all at his lust,  
him needs no further thing,  
He may be famous, stonte, and just,  
a wiseman and a king.  
And this is even as good as if  
by virtue he up grew:  
But Staberie or Aristippe, 
Aristippe a Philosopher that flattered Alexander.   
of likely, judge not true.  
Who travailing in Lybie cost  
his gold cast away,  
Because it did from iorneyinge,  
his men a little stay.  
Which is the madder of the twain?  
but we ne can, ne will  
Sample, against example bring,  
to samples that be ill.  
If that a man buy instruments,  
and hoard them in a place,  
Himself not weighing of the sound,  
nor forcing musics grace:  
If that a man should buy him stuff,  
and tools to set up shop:  
Or buy him sails to hang in ship  
to hale her by the top:  
And never mean to practise ought,  
is he not staring mad?  
Why is not this our covetous  
as much in frenzy clad?  
Who hoards his money, and his gold,  
and uneath dare avouch it,  
Because it is so precious,  
to peep at it, or touch it.  
If that a man an huge heap  
of corn should ever keep,  
With stretched arm, and club in hand,  
for fear bereft of sleep,  
And being owner, durst not take,  
one grain, (misdreadinge waste),  
eating most bitter roots and leaves,  
unmild unto the taste:  
If, one have many vessels full,  
a thousand fun of wine,  
And drink nothing but vinegar,  
untastie and unfyne:  
Go to, if one of five score years  
do lie on couch of ground,  
And have his down, and fetherbeddes,  
(where he might sleep full sound)  
Stuff up in chests, for worms and moths:  
sum will not hold them mad,  
Because the most of wealthy men,  
be now as vile and bad.  
O hateful head, forlorn to God,  
spares thou for time to come?  
Na, na, thou spares that thy lewd child  
may spend the total sum.  
Each day will spend sum portion,  
(thou thinks) if thou do spend  
Oil to anoint, oil for thy board,  
mongste thy meats to blend.  
Further, thou saist, it is the best,  
to live upon a small  
Why dost thou then forswear thyself,  
and filtche in places all?  

Testy anger a kind of madness.  Haste thou the wits, that beats thy men,  
because nothing can please thee?  
Which thou with purse, haste purcheste dear,  
to aid the and to ease the.  
When thou dost poison thy parents,  
and strangle up thy wife,  
Art thou not mad, though in Arge town,  
thou drove not out her life  
Nor yet with sword as dressed did,  
or do not it inacte?  
Yes, if for hope of gain thou haste,  
but thought upon thy fact.  

A man is mad at the first concept of mischief.  Was he not mad before his blade  
had bruised his mother's bane?  
Or forthwith, as this cruel fit,  
Was exepte into his brain?  
Since that Orestes hath been clepte  
giddy and mad by name,  
After the crime, he hath not done,  
a fact, of heinous blame.  
His sister dear, nor Pylades,  
he never struck with sword.  
To him, and her sometimes he gave,  
a foul untoward word.  
Her fiend him worse, as him to speak,  
his piercing choler would:  
But thou in heart kilste all thy friends,  
that thou mights have their gold.  
The penyfather Opimie, 
Opimie.   
who had so much in store,  
Who holiday and workyngday,  
did toil whilst he were sore,  
Was troubled so with lythergie,  
for sleep he could not steer,  
His heir went round about the chests,  
with blithe and iocaunte cheer:  
A friendly quick Physician,  
to make, Opymie start,  
Contrived it thus: he bade them bring,  
a board into the place  
A sort, eke to unseal the bags,  
and tell the coin a pace.  
He reared the sick-man from his bed,  
Sir (quoth he) hold it fast  
Or else no doubt, those will have all,  
and sparple all at last.  
In my life time? Phi. awake betime, 
Opimie.   
be lively then in deed  
What shall I do? Ph. fall to thy meat, 
Opimie.   
there is no way but feed.  
Eyes, will thy spirits be for faint,  
thy vigour fall away,  
Thy stomach weak and languishing,  
will bring the to decay.  

Op.  You give me naught. Ph. drink up forthwith,  
this Ptysande made of rice.  

Op.  What shall I pay? Ph. a small Op. how much.  
Ph. Two pence. Op. alack, the price.  
Such costs is worse, than sword or thief,  
cum death I will not rise.  

Damasip.  Now who is mad? Sto. Each foolish man,  
what is the covetous?  

Dam. St.  A fools and mad. Dam. what if a man  
be nothing ravenous,  
eftsoons shall be counted sound?  
no: Dam. Stoic tell me why?  

Sto.  Put case the restless patient,  
full ill at ease should lie,  
His pulse doth show, he hath no stitch,  
nor straining at his heart:  
Is that enough to warrant him,  
forth of his couch to start?  
Sharp pangs may twitch him in the reins,  
and twitche him in the side:  
So, though one be not covetous,  
yet may he swell with pride.  
" They need no salve, to say a sooth.  
that use not for to lie,  
" Nevertheless the testy may take pills,  
to purge melancholy.  
" Almost as ill to hoard thy goods,  
that they give no relief,  
As if thou shouldst bestow them on,  
an arraunte pilfering thief.  

Oppidie.  Old Oppidie two manors kept  
of long in Cawfe town  
Entas●de to him by due descent  
who sick, and lying down,  
On dead bed then called for his sons,  
(which were no more but twain)  
And thus to speak unto them both,  
the parent would him pain. 
A pretty note for parents.   
Aulus, my son, when thou in youth,  
counters in purse didst bear,  
And frankly on thy playféers wouldst,  
bestow them here and there  
Tiber my son when thou thy nuts  
wouldst tell and tell again,  
By this I gathered, that in you,  
two divers sins would rain:  
That Aulus would be riotous,  
that Tiber nought would spend,  
Wherefore, for gods own love dear son  
unto my lore attend.  
Aulus, look thou diminish not,  
not Tiber thou increase.  
That, which your father thought enough  
to maintain you in peace.  
And, that which nature lymiteth:  
lest, tickling glory may  
Incense your hearts, take here an oath,  
before I pass away:  
That which of you shall sew in Rome,  
for room or for degree,  
Shall take himself, as most detest,  
and quite accursed of me.  
Alas, Aulus (mine elder child)  
to give the gifts of price,  
So deal amongst the Citizens;  
that they gainste the may rise  
That thou mayst walk in pomp and port, 
Like Ag●ippa.   
thy statues stand in brass,  
What 'vaileth that? when all is gone  
what 'vaileth that (alas.  
Except to win a prince's fame,  
and plausible estate,  

Esop● his ●oxe.  Like fox: thou wear a lions skin  
to seem a lions mate.  

Insolence noted in princes in Agamemnon's personage.  What, though thou wert a prince in deed? in pride thou might offend,  
As Agamemnon, in whose words  
most princes words are pend.  

Tucer.  Sir king, why may not Ajax be interred in his grave?  

Agamemnon.  I am a king, my lusts a law,  
your answer (lo you have.  

Tucer.  Most puissant prince, my suit is just,  
if any can say nay,  
Without all stop, or jeopardy,  
his sentence let him say.  
God grant, your noble majesty,  
to see your native soil.  
Liege prince, take pause a space, and then,  
my poor demand assoil.  

Agam.  Demand at once? Tew: shall duke Ajax,  
the next to fierce Achilles,  
Who famous was, by saving greakes,  
untombed tarry still?  
That Priam, and his folk may joy,  
to see him lack his grave:  
By whom their Trojan younkers stain,  
no country tomb could have?  

Agamem●●●.  A thousand sheep, he slew in rage,  
the famous Vlixes  
Menelaus and me with sword  
he thought he did disease.  

Tucer.  When thou in Auled for a cow,  
didst slay thy loving child,  
And salt her head on alter stone,  
waste thou then mad or mild?  
In what degree did Ajax rage?  
what did he? stay the sheep.  
From lemons bain, and daughter's bane,  
his blade he could ykeepe  
Perchance he cursed and band at large,  
the, and thy brother to:  
With me, nor Vlixes his foe,  
he never had to do.  
The linger ships, that they might sail,  
from haven where they stood, 
Agamemnon.   
Of purpose good, I pacified,  
the wrothefull gods with blood.  
With blood of thine, thou mad king, thou, 
Tucer. Agam. Stock.   
with mine, but I not mad.  
Who doth confound things good and ill  
(as you) is even as bad.  
To follow shows, and uttershapes,  
to guess but at the good  
Is folly lewd: as is the deed,  
that comes of angry mood.  
Ajax he slew the silly lambs,  
therefore, distraught of wit:  
And thou for titles, and renown,  
fell murder dost commit.  
Mast thou thy wits? or art thou good,  
all swelled up with pride?  
If in a couch, a fine fleesde lamb,  
a king should cause to ride,  
And give it raiments neat, and gay,  
and give it maids and gold,  
And call it pugs and pretty peat,  
and make as though he would,  
In worthy wedlock it bestow:  
the praetor would fordo it,  
And make his friends look to his wit,  
for fear he should forego it:  
What if a king, for a dumb sheep,  
his daughter sacrifice,  
I ween the king will grant himself,  
not to be very wise.  
" Fondness is madness, so is sin,  
and who that hunts for name  
" Is like Bellona chasing dame, 
Bellons' goddess of war.   
that loves to see a mame:  
" Who scales fame's fort oft times doth see,  
dire feats and use the same.  

Against the riotous, as he promised.  But now a crash at Nomentane  
to revellers a while,  
No reason is this foultishe flock  
from madness to exile.  
The prodigal, by wit word hath  
ten talents: in his heat,  
He bids the costermongers, and  
thappothycaries neat.  
fowlers, fishers, skulls, poding write,  
the trulls of Tuscus street,  
All cooks and all the shambles eke,  
to morrow him to meat  
At home. How are they occupied  
when they are met in one?  
The bawd (as spokes man for the rest)  
its thine (saith he alone,  
What so all those or I, possess,  
at home or any where,  
Demand it (master when you will.  
now sir, unto this gear,  
Hark, how our younker frames his tale,  
Ah trusty friends (saith he)  
The fouler wades through frost and snow  
that he may banquet me.  
The fisher draws the wyntrye seas,  
whylste I do sit at ease,  
In faith, good fellows, fain would I,  
your great turmoiling please:  
Take thou some thing, take ten times m●●●,  
take thou as much again,  
And thou threefold, because with me,  
your wife hath taken pain.  
Young Aesop, snatchde a ring away,  
from madame Metells ear: 
Betells, a lady of Rome.   
The pearl well worth five hundredth crowns,  
He drunk in vinigeare:  
He as much besides himself  
as brainless in this case,  
As if he had it drow in flood  
or in some viler place.  
The brood of Quinctus Arius, 
Arius, a noble man of Rome.   
the famous brethren twain.  
Through lewd conceits, and babysh pranks  
do make their stomach fain  
And lively with the linnet's flesh,  
that be of costly price.  
Be these men, ween you, well in wit?  
be these men mad or wise?  
To build an house of chips and cards,  
to watch the trap for mice:  
To play at even and odd, to ride  
cockhorse in childish guise:  
If these should please a bearded sire,  
the fool might have a hood,  
Much more, to haunt an harlot's house,  
doth prove an old man wood.  
An old man, for to spill his tears,  
to please a woman's mind,  
Is as an old man should in dust,  
go Tave, and toys out find:  
I would have all these naughty packs  

Palamon.  to do like Palamon:  
As he for shame upon a time,  

A ●ondlinge known by his ensigns.  With drink all overgon,  
The badges of a fondling, as,  
brave napkins, bracelets, rings,  
He laid away, and went to school,  
to learn more sober things.  
Command a child, to eat a pear,  
he will not eat a bit:  
Command him, not to eat the pear,  
the child will long for it.  
So fares it, with our foundling (lo)  
though he desires to go,  
And would this coyishe paramour,  
unbodden wend unto.  

Phedria.  Yea when she daygnes to send for him,  
then mammering he doth doubt,  
What should I go, as suppliant?  
or bear my sorrows stout?  
She shut me out, she sends for me,  
should I come there again?  
No, though she should upon her knees,  
Pray me, to take the pain.  

Stoic.  Me thinks the servant Parmeno.  
hath much the better brain.  

Parmeno.  The thing master, that hath in● it  
no measure, nor advice,  
" By reason, can not well be ruled:  
Love hath in it much vice.  
" There's stormy war, and caulmie peace,  
which (passing as a blast,  
" And floating on, in blind success)  
Who seeketh to make fast,  
" Shall take in hand, an hard attempt,  
miraculous, and geason:  
As if he would at once be mad,  
and have his perfit reason.  
A man that faultreth in his speech," 
Stoic.   
for age, and yet is glad,  
To play at quoytes, or spancounter,"  
may well be counted mad:  
A man, that faultreth in his speech,"  
and will by sword and might,  
Obtain his love, or murder her"  
in cruel bloody plight:  
As Marrius slew Hilade," 

Marius a known Roman: esprisede with the love of H●lade.  
ovid dotage mere madness. Superstition proved madness.    
and slew himself also,  
Because she sought by godly means,"  
his dotage to undo.  
This perturbation may be called,"  
a wodnesse of the mind:  
Such wickedness and madness, have"  
no divers names by kind.  
An old man late enfranchised,  
in dawning of the day,  
With hands fair washed, would walk the streets  
and most devoutly pray.  
The more deal was to this effect:  
O Gods above, (for you  
Can do the thing) let me ylyve  
in earth where I am now:  
This man was sound enough in corpse,  
in mind I think him mad,  
Except his master like not that, 
In old time, if any sold ● servant, who afterward proved mad, it turned to the sellers endamage.   
who sold him of a lad.  
Such folk, so superstitious,  
Chrysip doth greatly charge,  
And pleads by right, that they should sail  
in madame Madness barge.  
O jove, which both canst eke and ease,  
all dolour and all teen,  
Rue on my child (the mother crieth)  
who now five weeks hath been,  
With fever quartain, felly toast,  
if thou wilt heal my son,  
Bid me to fast, what day thou wilt,  
thy great will shall be done:  
My son likewise recovered once,  
in Tiber flood shall stand,  
If thou wilt send him help by chance,  
or by physicians hand.  
And so she will (to keep her vow)  
her child in Tiber set:  
The boy through chille benumbedness,  
his ague worse shall get.  
This woman maddeth of herself,  
or by the will of God.  

Damasip.  Thus Stertin th'eighteight wise man of Grece,  
taught me, and gave a nod:  
As to his friend, at knitting up:  
this armour he me gave:  
If any man be busy now,  
his guerdon he shall have.  
Who so that calls me wood or mad,  
may learn his proper lack,  
And know the ferdle of his faults,  
that hang behind his back.  

Stoic.  Friend Damasip, though you have los●e  
your traffic and your ware:  
Yet may you gain, for some will give  
that you their faults may spare.  

Damasip.  Because there's many kinds of mad,  
in what sort do I dote?  
Yet to myself I seem not mad,  
nor from my wit a jot.  

Stoic.  No more seemed Agave to herself,  
when she of doleful child,  
The head detrunde did bear about,  
she thought herself full mild.  
If sooth it be, that I am mad,  
yet stoic tell me this,  
What vice is it, through which I seem  
so much to do amiss?  
Thou art a very little man, 
Stoic.   
scarce three small cubits high,  
And yet thou builds a haughty house,  
and makes it threat the sky.  
Thou laughste at Turbo sword player, 
Turbo.   
a little dandie prat,  
To see him stout: thou less, and stout:  
I deem thee mad for that.  
Thynks thou, to build like lord Maecene,  
to do, what he shall do?  
A match unmeet betwixt you twain,  
and ill appointed too.  
The mother frog upon a time  
abroad to feed, or play:  
A Calf killed all her young, with foot,  
but one, that 'scaped away:  
Which brought the tidings to her dam,  
how such a mighty beast,  
Had slain her noble progeny,  
(to tell a bloody feast.)  
Canst thou with swelling make thyself,  
(quod th'old) as big as he?  
The young assayed, 
The ●●xte applieth the willing rather to the old frog but it skillech not so resumption be eschue●d in old and young.  it would not prove  
(quoth th'old) so let it be.  
Now moralise this fable, and  
iwis it toucheth thee,  
That still will swell, and make thy match  
above thine own degree.  
Besides, thy prattling Poems to,  
be matter plain and clear,  
To prove thee mad, in poems mad,  
if ever any were.  
It is a madness, thee thy coin,  
so frankly to disburse.  
(Friend Damasip, abate thy expense,  
be counseled by thy purse.  

Damasip.  Well Stoic, thou haste taught us plain,  
that most of men be wood:  
As not to prove me so, again,  
I pray thee be so good.   

THE POET COMMONETH with the Epicure Catius, who revealeth unto him a great company of scholetrickes of that sect. The poet nippeth him floutyngly, as he did else where the precisde Stoic, and such the like fondlynges.  
The fourth Satire.  

Horace. Catius.  FRom whence, and whether Catius?  
I have no time, farewell,  
To teach a school of new precepts,  
not such as do excel,  
Pythagoras, or Socrates,  
or lettred Dan Plato.  
I grant my guilt, at ill aspect,  

Hor.  to speak unto you so:  
Nevertheless, I hope your maystershyppe,  
Will bear with me this ones,  
Some dainty doctrine of your sect,  
and novel for the nonce  
Propound, of nature, or of art,  
for you in both do pass.  

Cati.  Yea sir, to speak of matters all,  
that aye my coming was:  
And for to speak accordingly,  
of rude and homely matter.  
A Roman, 
Horace.  nor an Alien,  
that taught you so to clatter?  
I will disclose his mysteries, 
Catius.   
but not bewray his name:  
Lest some, misliking his precepts,  
the author self might blame. 
The Epicure his school.   
Eggs long and white, be nutritive  
much better than the round:  
Eggs roasted hard, be costive, yea  
unwholesome and unsound.  
The garden herbs be not so sweet,  
As those on mountains be:  
The watery soil, the virtue slakes,  
that it is not so free.  
The moushrom that doth spring in meads,  
or in a supple ground:  
Is best, for such as grow else where,  
most noisome have been found.  
If guests come to thee at unwares,  
in water mixed with wine,  
Souse thou thy hen, she will become,  
short, tender, neshe, and fine.  
Who after meat, eats Mulberries,  
soon riped of the son:  
Shall live in health and jollity,  
whylste many summers run.  
Aufidius, 
Aufidius, a● ill scholar for the Epicur●●is diet.  mixed heady wine,  
and honey all in one,  
No craftsman he: for simple wines  
do breed a force alone,  
A lovely force in simple wines:  
Meathe, urine doth provoke,  
The Muge f●she, and the Muscles cheap,  
In purging bear a stroke.  
So Coos wine, with sorrel meynt,  
hath virtue to expel.  
Shelfyshe, in growing of the moon,  
is best to eat or sell:  
Not every sea, hath fish a like:  
Pelore in Lucrin grows,  
The Murer fish from Baiae comes,  
whence purple colour flows  
From Circe's chopping oysters new,  
From Micen urchin fish,  
Of sealed Scalop, Tarento  
brags, as her proper dish.  
To furnish well a feast, is hard,  
a thing not learned in haste:  
He that would do it gorgeous,  
must have a practised taste.  
It's not enough to freight the board  
with sea fish out of measure:  
There must be broth for squaymous folk,  
and spices all of pleasure.  
In Vmbria the mast fed bores,  
do charge the vessels great:  
vessels, which have not in them borne,  
the common sorts of meat.  
The bore is ill in Laurente soil,  
that feeds on reaks and reeds,  
Sometimes, from goodly pleasant vine,  
a sour tendril speeds.  
Who likes to eat the fruitful hare,  

The Epicure a Benefactor to the Carat.  her foreparts are the best,  
The choice and use of fish and flesh  
by me first were expressed.  
I made them so delicious,  
so welcome to the taste:  
Some can vouchsafe their wits and pains  
in pastry for to waste.  
It is not much commendable,  
to know a knack or twain:  
As if in brewing spiced wines,  
thou shouldst bestow much pain:  
And sauce thy meat with foystie oils,  
thy guess wooulde the disdain.  
If thou wilt purge mounteflascon wines,  
and make them pure and clear,  
Set them abroad in open air,  
when many stars appear.  
The grievous smell, by force of air,  
will pass and fade away:  
Through straining of them through a cloth,  
the good smell would decay.  
To mingle in thine egg at meals,  
a little sack and salt,  
Doth mend the yelke or white thereof,  
if it have any fault.  
With Afrique cocles or with shrimps,  
he that is cloyed may,  
Be fresh again: in stomach sharp,  
the lettuce it doth play.  
The strong may eat good looshiouse meat,  
in kytchins which be dressed,  
The kitchen physic, is for them,  
simply, the very best.  
It is behovable to know,  
of sauce a double kind,  
The one, of simple olive oil,  
as we in art do find.  
The compound hath that goes thereto,  
Constantinoble brine,  
Herbs shred, and minced very thick,  
some kind of compound wine:  
An oil from Uenefratuum brought,  
(Lo) that is passing fine.  
Most commonly, that fruit is best,  
that liketh best the eye.  
Some grapes may be conserude by means,  
some pressed by and by,  
I taught the way, to keep them green,  
without all ylde or fault,  
To eat hearing with juice of grapes,  
white pepper, and black sault.  
All those I bad, for to be borne,  
In vessels of great pride.  
A fair broad fish must aye be borne,  
in vessels large and wide.  
To lash out all, is not the best,  
it can not be denied.  
Much thing doth hurt the stomach much,  
as if thy boy or maid  

The Epicure cannot find in his heart to eat with a poor man nor to have him eat or drink in his company.  Hath eat in sight, or have thy cup,  
With slavyshe hand assayed.  
Or in some crevysse motes do stick,  
unmoved to or fro:  
Therefore brooms, napkins, must be bought,  
With many trinkets more,  
It is a filthy oversight,  
if all things be not clean:  
To rub things with thy purple clothes,  
I wis it would them steane.  
To have such necessary things  
is handsome, and less dear,  
Seclude neatness, and then no waste,  
Can make delightful cheer.  

Poet.  Sir Catius, for God's dear love  
and mine, my prayer is,  
another time, to lead me, where  
I may hear more of this.  
Though well I wot, you could for skill,  
have played the masters part,  
Yet nothing like the Epicure,  
the father of the art.  
Besides his grave and modeste looks,  
and reverent attire,  
Would make one hear him much the more,  
with zeal, and great desire.  
Whom you perchance esteem the less,  
because you happy still,  
Enjoy His sight: but I do wish  
to go unto my fill,  
The crystal fountains hard to find,  
and there from virtues rife,  
To take and practise perfect rules,  
of pure and blessed life.   

☞ ULYSSES AT HIS HOME coming, being brought to great extremity and misery asketh the counsel of Tyretias, a prophet in hell, how he may be rich again. In Ulysses consider the state of poverty, in Tyretias' talk the ungodly counsel, of the devil, and the privy suggestions of the world, and her practices.  
The fift Satire.  
TYretia, 
Ulysses.  at my request,  
tell me a little more,  
How may I be, so rich a man,  
as I was once before?  
By what means, or what policy?  
(prophet) why dost thou smile?  
O suttill pate, art thou not well,  
from shipwreck, and exile,  
To have escaped, thy household gods,  
and Ithacke Isles to see? 
Ulysses.   
O prophet soothefaste in thy speech,  
alas) but seest thou me,  
How bare and beggarly I come,  
into my native land?  
(Thou having so foretold my fate)  
nothing in plight doth stand:  
The wooers spend up all my goods,  
and houses do defile.  
My stock and virtue, without goods,  
are thought as things most vile.  
To cut of talk, since poverty  
thou dost abhor in heart,  
Now hearken how from deep distress,  
a witty man may start.  
By sending, pretty presents still,  
be sewer thy gifts to give,  
Unto the wealthy rich man's house,  
that is not like to live.  
The turtle dove, the orchard fruit,  
the honours of the field,  
The rich must have before god's self,  
what so thy ground doth yield.  
Who though he be a perjured man,  
of currish kindred borne,  
All gored in his brother's blood,  
a runagate forlorn:  
Yet coortsye him, and worship him,  
and if he would it so,  
Thou mayst not stay to wait on him,  
in place where he shall go.  

Vlixes●.  Can I becum a page to slaves,  
to get a silly catch,  
Who, erst in Troy, even with the best,  
was wont to make my match?  

Tire.  Therefore, still poor. Apply the world,  
and bear it as it is,  

Vlixes.  Yes, I have borne, and can abide,  
things weightier than this.  
(Good wysarde) tell a speedy way,  
and drive me of no more:  
How may I fill my pouches full,  
as they were heretofore?  
I said, 
Tyre●  and eftsoons say to thee,  
be pregnant aye in guile,  
Thou must be forging old men's wills,  
And if that in thy wile,  
Thou art perceived, if none will bite,  
but all from hook do fly:  
Though once deceived, despair not tho,  
persist thine art to try.  
If there be in arbitrement,  
a matter great or small,  
inquire upon the parties both,  
and circumstances all.  
If th'one be rich, and chyldrenles,  
though all the grounde● of strife  
proceed of him, set thou in foot,  
and plead his cause of life.  
The other, if he have a wife,  
or hope of progeny,  
Though all the world proclaim him good  
let thou his quarrel lie.  
Do clepe the other, by his names,  
(fair words with fools take place:)  
Right worshipful, your virtues (say)  
hath made me plead your case.  
I have some practice in the law,  
to parley and maintain plea,  
In faith, I rather would mine eyes  
were drenched in the sea,  
Then any of these fyled tongues,  
Your worship should abuse:  
Or spend your goods. Well go you home,  
and cease you thus to muse.  
Pluck up your heart, leave all to me,  
try what a friend can do.  
In heat or cold, I am your own  
to ride or else to go.  
Assay the consequence hereof,  
some one or other will,  
Name thee, an hearty friendly man  
a man of wit and skill.  
Thy hunger shall be great excess,  
thy want much wealth at ease,  
The Tunnye and the whale will be,  
scarce presents thee to please,  
But here a caution for thee, lest  
some should reply again,  
That thou dost good to sole old men,  
as gaping after gain.  
If thou canst spy a wealthy man,  
that hath a wearyshe child,  
There, show thyself officious,  
much debonair and mild:  
And cast out talk as though thou couldst▪  
prove thee, his second son,  
Then ply the old man, so to say  
perchance, when he hath done,  
The child may die, then, who but thou?  
make entry on thy right,  
Such lose beginnings, oftentimes,  
grow up to force and might.  
If, that the old man offer thee  
his testament to read,  
Make, as thou could not, for great grese,  
put it away with speed:  
But take a superficial sight,  
if thou must all possess:  
Or divers more cooparteners:  
them thou with craft must dress.  
By threatenings or by flattery,  
by smooth talk get thou all,  
As Esop's fox allured the daw,  
to let her break fast fall.  
As Coraws with such like sort,  
deceived Scipio.  
Why art thou mad, or mockest for nonce,  
for dooming hard things so? 
Vlixes.   
Laertes son, 
tire.  what so I say,  
must be, or else not be,  
For great Apollo hath bestowed.  
a prophets gift of me.  
Unfold this fable unto me,  
this mystery bewray. 
Vlixes.   
What time this young man, fear of Parths,  
begins to bear a sway, 
tire   
(Augustus' Prince) by line extract  
from duke Aeneas race,  
When he shall bear the countenance,  
and weld the wreakful mace,  
A noble dame to Coraws,  
shall Scipio the bold  
Dispouse, and yet for covetise  
her dowry large withhold,  
Coraws shall a feoffment force,  
and eke the writing seal,  
A cutting writ for Scipio,  
which he ne shall repeal.  
I give thee furthermore in charge,  
if any doting sire,  
Be ruled by his maid or man,  
thralled to their desire,  
Acquaint thyself, forthwith with them,  
Praise them, that thee away,  
With grateful praise, and like for like,  
they may again repay.  

A worldly rule to seek acquaintance at or better: A safe rule Cum aequali aequale tibi vis erit.  But what of them? seek ever to  
the chiefest, and the best,  
Praise him, laud him, so shalt thou be,  
in time a welcome guest.  
In case the carl be lecherous,  
his bidding do not bide:  
Bring him thy chaste Penelope,  
to whom thou waste affyde.  
Penelope, so temperate,  

Vlix.  so continent a dame,  
Whom such a rout of revellers,  
could never stain with shame.  
Those younkers came not for to give,  

Tyr. Prostitution practised for covetise.  but hunger for to staunch,  
They came for lucre, not for love,  
to paumper up the paunch.  
But this (lo) were a present wase,  
for her and thee to live.  
Loss made your dame, so temperate,  
Her truth to none to give.  
I (being then well elderly)  
at Thebes, there was a wife,  
Who charged straightly her assigns,  
whylste she was yet in life,  
That they should noint, and hold her fast,  
if she could wrest away,  
That then their hope should want his hire,  
and miss his wished pray.  
These show to thee, that he that would,  
rise up by dead men's bones,  
Must play the bawd, the slave, and lout,  
and painful for the nonce.  
Bear well thyself, serve in such sort,  
that nought may be amended:  
The testy, tethye, waspish churl,  
with prattling is offended.  
Yet sometimes that thou merely,  
like Daws in the play,  
Abate thy looks, as though the man  
with presence did the fray.  
Be ever ducking down to him:  
if all things be not warm,  
Beseech him thou, to keep him close,  
lest haply come sum harm.  
Be still, and whishte, whilst he speaks ought,  
stretch out thy listninge ear,  
And never cease to magnify,  
whatsoever thou dost hear.  
In case he will be blazoned,  
sound and resound his praise  
Forge and devise, puff up his heart  
by any kind of ways.  
What time the wretch draws to his end,  
releasing the of pain,  
Then will he say, give Vlixes,  
a quarter of my gain:  
Of all my substance of this world.  
which voice, than thou dost hear,  
Alas (say thou) Dama my friend,  
shall he no more appear?  
O Dama friend, wilt thou be gone?  
how may I have so good,  
So trusty true and steadfast friend?  
howl, cry as thou wert wood.  
Weep, if thou canst, a little crash,  
dissemble all thy joy,  
Upon his tomb, an handsome cost,  
and labour eke employ,  
That neighbours may commend thy fade,  
and yet, a further note:  
If one of thy cooparteners give,  
to rutle in the throat,  
Take him aside, and salve him fair,  
and tell him if he please,  
He shall by house, an land of you,  
for use, or for his ease.  
Much more (as thou dost like of this)  
to the I could have said  
But, I must to my hellish task  
perforce my tongue is stayed,  
Proserpina. our tyrant Queen,  
so vengeful, and so fell,  
Doth hail me hence, to bide the smart,  
with smouldred souls in hell.  
Ye, worldlings make such shifts as those,  
adieu, and far you well.   

❧ MODERATE AND SPARING living highly commended the Country much Preferred before the City: the pleasure of the one, and the trouble of tother.  
The sixth Satire.  
THis, was the thing, I wished for,  
an hansum room of ground,  
An orchard place, a fountain bright,  
with stones empounded round.  
Sume trees, to over shade the same,  
the gods, this good behest  
Have granted me: they have fulfilleth,  
and betterde my request.  
Content. Grant this, frend● Mercury,  
(for nothing else I crave)  
Grant this good god, for term of life,  
this livelihood I may have.  
If I got not my goods by fraud,  
nor poor man did oppress.  
Nor through riot, on negligence,  
do mean to make it less?  
And, do not use to wish, so vain,  
as foolish worldlings do. 
Uain wishe● proper to fools.   
O that yond piece of ground, were mine  
it names mine orchard so.  
O that it were mine happy chance,  
to find a pot of gold,  
To purchase fearmes, such worthy fermes  
as now are to be sold.  
As some have done, as he to whom,  
God hercules did bring,  
A gub of gold, who sense hath bought,  
a worthy wealthy thing.  
A manor, here and now doth till  
his ground, and cherelie sing.  
If god have lente me any thing,  
I thank him much for that.  
And pray him, for to make my sheep,  
and cattle very fat.  
And, for to fatten all I have,  
except my wit alone:  
If that be fat, adieu good lord,  
our musies may be gone.  
Since I am cumde from city now,  
into the country town,  
What shall be done (my rhyming muse?)  
shall I in satires frown?  
Not lewd ambition vexethe here,  
nor washy southern wind:  
Nor fruitless harvest, burning time  
unto the fields unkind.  
Thou father of the morning tide  
god james, by thy name,  
In whom, men take in hand their works  
and set upon the same:  
O janus, help thou on my verse,  
thou knows the cruel coil  
In City kept, as eke the eases  
of quiet country soil.  
In Rome, I needs must rise bytime,  
to be some surety,  
To speak to him, and him for them  
they still do call on me.  
Though whisking winds, do shave the earth,  
and though the snawishe day,  
Be short, and sharp, I must abroad  
they will not let me stay.  
If that I speak not pleasingly,  
but upright in my mind,  
Then sure I am in places all,  
enough of foes to find.  
I must be crowded in the throng,  
and stay, when I would walk,  
What ails this fool? how shoves he on?  
such is their angry talk.  
Or if we to Maecenas walk  
(for that is all in all,)  
That makes our great unquietness  
to seem to us so small.  
(I make no lie) as soon as I  
draw near the Palace place,  
An hundredth suitors call to me,  
to speak unto his grace.  
One calls on me, at two a clock,  
to moute hall for to go.  
The scribes pray me, for main affairs  
to haste the moute hall fro.  
If there be any grants drawn out,  
that tarry for the seal,  
They cry on me, unto my lord  
the thing for to reveal.  
A seven, or eight years, now it is,  
since that Mecene my lord,  
Did dub me his, and bade me come  
aye welcome to his board.  
Not to debate of grand affairs:  
in waggon, for to ride,  
To tell, or hear sum tryfled thing,  
I placed by his side.  
As thus, how that the day doth spend,  
in may-games, and in play  
The Tracian, or the Sirian,  
which bore the prise away.  
And of the season of the year,  
and how the morning could,  
Did nip the fool, in summer tide,  
that look to nothing would.  
Such talk, as into ears of drabs,  
safely man might power.  
Through this, mine hatred, quickened firsts  
and kindled every hour.  
For if in case the noble duke,  
did solace him abroad,  
(Lo) yonder (said they) fortune whelp,  
and mokde me where I road.  
If from the preevie council cum,  
sum muttering of the war,  
Then, who that meets me, questions me,  
and greets me fair from far.  
Good master, 
People.  (you do know those gods  
because of near access)  
Must we to war on Dasia,  
ourselves in armour dress?  
I hard it not. 
Horace.  Peo. By gisse, (Horace)  
you will not leave your mocking:  
Then on my head (in stiddie wise,)  
let all the gods be knocking. 
Hor.   

Peo.  Cesar, made promiss he would geum  
his soldiers ground to till:  
In Seyeilie, or Italy?  
Sir, what is Caesar's will?  
We swearing, that I know nothing,  

Horace.  they marvel, as at one,  
Of famous taciturnity,  
and secret gift alone.  
In cise, thus I spend my days,  
in much recourse of care:  
O manor place, when shall I see,  
thy groves so fresh, and fair?  
When shall I soundly ply my book,  
and at my vacant hours  
C (ut from the world) profoundly sleep,  
amid the fragraunte flowers?  
Pythagoras, when shall thy beans,  
or colewoorte sib of kind,  
Refresh, my hungry appetite.  
whilst I have supped or bind?  
O nights, and suppers of the gods,  
in which both I and mine.  
Make cheer, at home: my jolly men  
do feed so clean, and fine?  
Of all the townish delicates,  
of what, so likes them best,  
Mystraungers frankly take repast,  
with lively heart, at rest.  
When, that our sober company,  
gins to warm with drink,  
Of purchasing, or supplanting,  
we do not eftsoons think:  
In troth, our talk it multyplyes,  
but not of bawd, or quean,  
Or who doth frisk it best in dance,  
no, it is chaste, and clean.  
Of knowledge, most behovable  
as if in riches be,  
Or in virtue, the chiefest good,  
(I clepde felicity.)  
If friendship springe of use, or gain,  
or do to virtue tend  
What is the good called sovereign,  
what is her very end.  
If any praysinge hurtful goods,  
of ignorance do fail,  
Our neighbour Seruie, hearing that,  
steps in to tell his tale:  
Full gosseplike, the father sage,  
begins his fable then: 
Fable told.   
The country mouse, did entertain,  
within her homely den,  
The city mouse, the old hostess,  
her old acquainted friend,  
Doth welcum, loath to sparple much:  
and yet for to unbind,  
The corsie anguish of her geste,  
with sights of dainty fare:  
Not hurded pulse, nor long stalkd oats,  
(the prodigal) doth spare.  
She serves in mouth the curnell dry,  
the gobbets chewde of lard,  
To please her geste, with cheefeste meats,  
was chiefly her regard:  
(Her geste that tasted on each thing  
with tooth of much disdain)  
The rural mouse eat new thrushde chaff,  
and put herself to pain:  
Reserving wheat, and cockle flower,  
(two dishes of much toy)  
Unto the fine fed citizen,  
a stranger all to coy.  
At length bespeaks, the city mouse,  
my friend why like you still,  
To live in country fastynglye,  
upon a craggy hill?  
How say you? can you find in heart  
to haunt, and set more by  
The city, than the salvage woods?  
march on, be bold to try.  
" Our earthly soul is ruinous,  
not possible to fly,  
" From dint of death, by any means,  
the longest lived must die.  
Wherefore good sister, whilst thou mayst,  
do bayth they self in bliss,  
Remember aye, how shadowy,  
and short this life time is.  
These sayings, moved the rustical,  
full lightly leapeth she,  
They both begin this gay exploit,  
the city for to see.  
Benighted come they to the town:  
(for, midnight than did hide  
The middle part of roumie sky)  
when both at equal tide,  
Did press their foot, in pallas proud:  
where scarlet vestures read,  
On ivory beds, did gloze with gleams,  
as it were glowing gleade.  
Much was the noble remainder,  
or gorgeous supper paste,  
Which was bestowed in baskets shut,  
not clasped very fast.  
Therefore, this stranger (country mouse)  
on purple quishion set,  
The townish dame (as nurtured well,)  
her noble cats doth fet.  
A feast, of much varyatie.  
she like a serving page,  
Did deign to go to bring, to taste,  
in proper parsonage.  
The travailer, doth like her change,  
and quite devoid of fear,  
As dedicate to feast, and wealth,  
doth glade herself with cheer.  
All suddenly, the clapping door,  
doth fray them into flore,  
Affrighted sore, a round they trip,  
Dismayed more, and more.  
Also the vast, and ample house,  
of masty dogs did sound,  
The mouse, beset in sorry wise,  
doth shape her answer round:  
Farewell. I need not such a life:  
the harmless wood, and cave,  
Can comfort me, with fetch, and tore,  
and so my body save.   

☞ IT IS GOOD AND PROFItable, for the Master sometimes to bear, the true, and honest instruction and advertisement of his servant. In old time, servants might speak in the month of December, whilst Saturn's feasts were solemnized, frankly and at random. The Poet bringeth in Daws, detecting his masters practices.  
The seventh Satire.  

Daws.  ERe whiles, I listened to your words,  
and sumthinge would have said,  
But, I a servant, and Daws,  
was half, and more afraid.  
Daws, a true, and trusty page,  
so much as sense will give.  
A friend sir, so far unto you,  
as I myself may live.  

Simo.  because our ancestors so would,  
the freedom of december  
Enjoy speak out, all things amiss,  
that, thou dost now remember.  

Daws.  Some men do stiffly stick to voice,  
and still pursue their pray,  
Sum, to, and fro, now well now worse,  
and keep no common stay.  
Like Priscus, changing of his rings,  
who such attire had bought,  
And changed his suits, so oft a day,  
himself hath changed to nought.  
His house, and land, to mortgage laid,  
yea, need doth him compel,  
In simple cottage to abide,  
where scarce a slave would dwell.  
At Athins, very studente like,  
at Rome, a lusty lad,  
I marvel, what unstable stars  
what byrthsygnes, once he had,  
Volavery, sticks to, one trade,  
for gout, he can not rise,  
And therefore now he fees a man,  
to cast for him the dice.  
Such constant folk, be better, than  
those chaunglings in and out,  
Who plunge in every folly which  
their heads can bring about.  
Wilt thou not say, 
Simo.  thou stretch hemp, th●u  
whom thou means in thy prattling?  
I mean even the Si. How so sir knave? 
Daws.   
Da. For, thou wilt still be tattling.  
In praising, state of foreign times,  
but, if that thou mighste choose,  
And god would place the in those worlds,  
no doubt, thou wouldst refuse.  
Or thou in heart didst never think,  
which thou in word hast said,  
Or thou not stoutly cleaviste to  
the truth as half unstaid.  
Scarce fully yet resolved, to pluck,  
thy foot out of the mire.  
At Rome thou loves to be abroad,  
abroad thou dost desire  
To come to Rome, and dost extol,  
that life above the sky.  
If thou beast no man's geste abroad,  
then dost thou magnify,  
The private clear, as though thou wouldst.  
be bound to live so still:  
And thinks it well, that thou ne ghost,  
to tipple, and to swill.  
But if sum bid the cum indeed,  
thou lins, not then to cry,  
Oil, water, haste my servants haste,  
away, thou dost the high.  
Full many silly servitors,  
that wait with empty paunch,  
Say to themselves, when will this churl,  
his glutton stomach staunch?  
I am a smelfeaste bellygod,  
idle and full of sloth  
A greedy gut, and at a word,  
a servant to my tooth.  
Since thou art even as ill, as I,  
and worse to, in thine heart,  
How dared thou first begin with me,  
as though thou better wart?  
Thou canst disguise thy sin with words,  
thy wickedness unfold,  
Thou art more fool, than I, which erst,  
for fifty groats was sold.  

The satire sitered.  Explain thy brows, restrain thy hands.  
allay thine anger fell,  
What Cryspins' porter, told of the  
I will make bold to tell.  
(Quoth he) Daws, that silly fool,  
hath not his masters cast,  
His heart, is ever in his tongue,  
for if the fact be paste:  
He takes no sounder rest, whilst he,  
hath chatterde out the thing,  
Then doth the swine, that hath her groin  
new wounded with a ring.  
In open day, in open streets,  
he praunces, and he prates.  
He makes the younkers, all a float,  
to break the brothels gates.  
His acts, are ever evident,  
and therefore, rife in talk,  
Because, he doth not make pretence,  
nor under collar walk.  
His master, goes in sage attire:  
that gives a sober shoe.  
His master, solemn in his words:  
that makes him seem so true.  
Daws in sight of all the world,  
doth as I said before.  
Simo, doth all that pryvilye  
much willing, to do more.  
Simo is rich and rubs it out:  
for gold hath this by kind,  
To louse or tie the tongues of men,  
and to content their mind.  
Simo may be a goose, a sheep,  
a noddy, and a daw,  
And have not gifts, or qualities,  
to counterpoise a straw:  
Yet parasites, will term him good,  
and wise, at all assays.  
I wiss, red gold, can make a doulte,  
a paragon of praise.  
If Daws do but talk amiss,  
a coxcomb, or a bell,  
Such badges, might beseem oft time,  
the masters very well.  
The reyster wears not alway plumes,  
nor yet the devil a tail,  
If every fool did were a bell,  
there would be jolly sail.  
Simo can lay to usury,  
and yet by plea of slight,  
He will persuade the thing to be,  
a sin of little weight.  
So drunkenness, is fellowship,  
fury, is manhood bold,  
Fondness, is frankness, and scarcehead,  
for thriftynesse, is hold.  
In fine, no crime, no vice, no sin  
in Simo, must be known:  
No fault in Daws, but forthwith  
with trumpet, it is blown.  
Yea, Simo can cloak lechery,  
or clepe it, by such name  
That now, it seems, a neyghborhood,  
a thing of little blame.  

Simo.  He slandered me, (Daws my man,  
I am no lecher, I.  

Daws.  Nor I a these, though, I would steal,  
and yet for fear pass by  
A piece of plate, but this I say,  
take punishment away:  

Masters the more dissolute for default of correction.  Nature would break her bridle straight  
unruly without stay.  
Canst thou, be called my governor,  
which art to vices thrall,  
To fancies, pleasures, wrath, and teen  
sithence, I shun them all?  
If all the customs of our court,  
would franchise thee in liberty,  
Thy fear of goods, would make the slave,  
and keep the still in villainy.  
Also, an other argument:  
if, that your customs all,  
A servants man, a substitute,  
or fellow servant call,  
What am I, respect of you?  
for thou haste rule on me,  
A wretch a subject, to thy lust,  
as any wretch can be.  
My master, to a senseless block,  
that's moved, by others might,  
puffed up with pleasures plungie puffs,  
may be resembled right.  
Who then is free? Da. The wise, that can  

Sluo.  his own affections stay.  
Whom, neither, need nor death, nor grefs  
of massy gives can fray.  
Who, can be lord upon his lusts,  
and haughty rooms despise,  
Strong, and sufficyente, in himself,  
in full and perfect wise.  
Nor pass upon external things,  
commodity, or gain:  
On whom fortune, his heavy friend,  
doth make assault in vain.  
Canst, thou not note, by these few things  
who may be counted free?  
Admit, an harlot, pickde thy purse,  
and much abused thee,  
And calls the to her house again:  
from yoke, and servile snare,  
If thou beast free, rid then thyself,  
thou canst not quench thy care:  
In deed, a tyrant forces thee,  
and broaddes the forward still,  
Doth twine thy chaps and prick the forth  
full sore against thy will. 
Appetyde ●tyraunte.   
When, thou dost gaze, on woman's shape,  
by Pausies hand portrayed: 
Pausie a copaynter.   
And I of other painters, works,  
my steadfast looks have laid?  
(To mark the ranks, the warlike troops  
in letter lymmed plain:  
And, how they strike, and how they ward,  
and how they take their bain:)  
Thou altogether womanish.  
her portraiture dost view: 
Sin in for newing effeminate pictures.   
Who sinneth more, or thou, or I?  
speak sooth, say me true.  
Daws, is counted slack, and stowe,  
if he do them survey:  
Simo, doth love antiquities,  
and judgeth well they say.  
They count me naught, if that I do,  
but make a little cheer:  
It is a virtue thought in the  
to banquet all the year.  
Why, is the pampringe of the paunch,  
so hurtful unto me?  
because, my back doth bear the blows,  
if ought displeaseth the.  
How, dost not thou deserve the whip  
that costly cates dost buy,  
And eats, and drinks, and revels still  
Without all modesty?  

One commodity of gluttony.  Dainties, becum no dainty things,  
where, there is naught, but cheer,  
Thy stackeringe stumps, thy corsie corpse  
at length will hardly bear:  
The servant, if he steal but grapes,  
is straight attachde of felony:  
My master, sells his lands for meat  
doth he not sin in gluttony?  
A gain thou art not with thyself,  
thou never art at leisure,  
Thou canst not rest, nor take a pause,  
nor muse at things of pleasure.  
Thou shunste, to reason with thy soul,  
her counsel thou dost hate,  
Per consequens, thou shuns thyself  

A very ha●d thing to hear our faults without collar  (full like a runagate.)  
Thou thinks by sleep, and bibbinge wine  
to banish out all woes  

Daws.  Ah sir, where might I get a staff?  

Simo.  wherefore? Simo: or else a stone?  

Daws.  My master mads, or maketh rhymes,  
he museth so alone.  

Simo.  Except thou wilt be trudging hence,  
and make no more delays,  
Thou shalt go to my manor place,  
to work this nine long days.   

☞ Against the Epicures usages, that to keep a riotous rout of serving men, is no true hospitality. Against excess in belly cheer. Horace talketh with Fundanus.  
The eight Satire.  
How do you like the Epicures 
Horace.   
repast, so rich, and gay?  
This other day, I sent for you,  
and then I did hear say,  
You dynd abroad. Fund. In faith, my friend  
it liked me so much,  
That ere this time, I do believe,  
there never was one such.  
If, 
Horace●  that it be not tedious,  
nor do not you displease,  
What meat was first, your angry maw,  
that 'gan for to appease?  
first, had we brawn from Lucanie  
the Father of the feast, 
Fundanus.   
Said, he was slain, when southern wind  
his blustering blasts released.  
Rapes, radish, lettuce, Sherwicke roots.  
broths tart in taste, and quick  
Came next, to make our stomach slow,  
more urgently to prick.  
Fair trenchers than was called for strait  
the purple carpett dressed  
Each man desires to sit next him,  
that tauntyngly can jest:  
ribalds and coxcombs are in deed,  
a sauce unto our feast.  
Fools have with us a privilege  
to tell who, what, and when,  
Fools speak oft times, the very thoughts  
of wise and witty men.  
There was the costly culliss,  
the Turbut, and the Pike,  
The purpose and the Porpentyne,  
with many such the like.  
pig, partridge, peacock, sparrow, whale,  
so many of a row,  
That scarce the eater leaveth room,  
to fetch his wind, or blow.  
All things, so formally brought in,  
so solemnly assayed,  
As though on altars to the Gods,  
the banquet had been made.  
What drink you masters (quoth our host?)  
Gascoigne, or Kennyshe wine?  
We have of all sorts in this house,  
both lately brochde, and fine.  
Then, when that wine had won the field,  
and maisterde all our guess,  
Lord, what it was a joy to see,  
how some it down doth press:  
Like as the thing that heavy is,  
of Nature so is made,  
(Except the same by violence  
forholden be, and stayed)  
To fall to ground: like as the oak,  
of substance stiff and stout,  
Comes down, when he with dynting are  
is hewed round about:  
So do our hoglynges sink forthwith,  
(their head a Bacchus barge)  
Wine, is I tell you burdeynous,  
and passing full of charge.  
Some sings of love, and lovers fits,  
and how Cupid's dart  
Did smite him gentle soul amiss,  
so beautiful an heart.  
Some mourn and blame their sorry fate,  
why Fortune should be such,  
That they such bloods, should nothing have,  
and others overmuch.  
Some chide, some chat, some rave, some reel,  
and some can take the pain,  
Of courtesy to give mine host,  
his supper up again.  
Some will unfold big mysteries,  
and frame his matter so,  
As though he had above the rest,  
got Phoebus by the foe.  
Some, will lament the state of times,  
and how that all is nought,  
How things be risen in their price,  
and how they have been bought.  
Some swear, that they have lived ill,  
and how to morrow day,  
They will accord with all the world,  
and gin an other play.  
How Virtue is a peerless dame,  
how few do her embrace:  
This will they preachè in gestring wise,  
as though in public place  
The thing were done (lo Horace lo)  
our suppers and our cheer:  
We spare no cost, we may not ask  
if it be cheap or dear.  
We keep a troop of serving men,  
a crew of lusty brutes,  
And these for our great honour's sake,  
must cut it in their suits.  
These be our handy instruments,  
to woorchen all our will,  
Not scrupulous for to inquire  
if it be good or ill.  
So many, so officious,  
that not one hear may lie  
Amiss on us, but he or he,  
will spy it by and by.  
We laugh at those, when the● are drunk,  
those make a sport alone:  
To scoff at strangers, when as they  
with drink are overgone.  

Horace.  So, so, no more Cupid can not  
from hive of honey lick,  
But one or other be, forthwith  
will sting him with her prick.  
The world, the hive, the combs, the wealth  
which who so doth assay,  
Pleasure in face, poison in tail,  
Like Scorpion they will pay.  
The stings, that prick, be choking cares  
These honey tasters have:  
Whilst they are toast within themselves,  
to seek, or how to save.  
Wealth is a thing most venomous,  
and few or none we find,  
But pleasure hath like Circe's cups  
yturnde them from their kind.  
Why should the wise esteem so much,  
a rout of waiting men?  
Who, in their age most commonly,  
what are they? beggars then.  
Brought up so lewd, continue lewd  
reckless, and idle swains:  
Not knowing art, or handycrafte,  
nor able to take pains.  
To keep them brave, doth even as much  
thine honour true uphold,  
As if thou shouldst make thee a tail,  
and gild the same with gold.  
Is hospitality in those,  
in feeding any such?  
In keeping strong and heady drinks,  
in beluing overmuch?  
Like sponges never satisfied,  
and like Ulysses foes,  
From meat to bed, from bed to meat,  
and so their circle goes.  
Devisers of all wantonness,  
what should I tell you more?  
Good, to increase and multiply,  
their lord or masters score.  
I do suppose, that if men's wealths,  
should answer to their wills,  
That night and day would scarce suffice,  
to revel out their fills.  
Each man is counted of most price,  
and meet to be a lord,  
As he with dishes can depaint,  
and overcharge a board.  
No talk how wise, how virtuous,  
or to take pains how able,  
But if he keep great store of drink,  
or honourable table.  
Therefore some people parasites,  
that they may seem to pass,  
Will spend out malvesey, muscadel,  
and fumyshe hypocrasse.  
And make their cooks looshiously,  
their delicates to dress  
Their very meats in insensive,  
brought in, in such excess:  
That I do loath them more in mind,  
as things more full of harm,  
Then, if that witch, that Canadie,  
had cursed them with her charm.  
FINIS.    

HIERONYMUS AD NEpotianum.  
NOn ut adversariis, sed ut amicis scripsimus. Nec tam invecti sumus in eos qui peccant: sed ne peceent monuimus. Neque in illos tantum: sed in nosmetipsos severi judices fuimus. Generalis de vitiis disputatio est. Qui mihi irasci volverit, prius ipse de se, quod talis sit, confitebitur.  
Virtus, est vitium fugere.   

¶ The wailynges of Hieremie, done into English Verse.  
☞ The argument tending moste to the ruin of the city, as it was destroyed by Uespatian and Titus Romans, and their soldiers.  
Jerusalem, is justly plagued,  
and left disconsolate,  
The dame of towns the prince of realms  
devested from her state,  
The sheen and glozing paragon,  
that blazed as the son,  
With wreakful hand of just jehove,  
for sin is quite undone.  
Sin, sin, upturneth town and tower,  
though it be strong and high,  
Great Babel fell with haughty top,  
that menaced the sky:  
jerusalem tormented sore,  
and bruised in her walls,  
remediless is ruinous,  
and therefore down she falls.  
And holding up her broiled limbs,  
and gastfull scorched face,  
Would now fain flee to God for help,  
and call upon his grace,  
Good Hieremie with sobs and sighs,  
that all the City hears,  
Doth wail and wail, the ruthful case,  
his pen full freight with tears.  

To the Reader.  
WHAT should I inform thee of friendly Reader, or whereof might not I inform thee? Thou mayst read a profane writer, if thee list, and if he be profane, thou mayst choose thee: towards the divine writer, there is no dispense or franchise, but if he be divine, thou oughtest to read him, neither canst thou choose thee. I give thee here an holy kind of sadness, an exact mirror of a contrite soul, the heavy proceedings of just God, against his unjust creatures. The Hebrew prophets write an unfallible troth: the Greek and Latin poets writ forgeries & leasyngs. The prophets necessary to be understanded, & the other, because of those not clearly to be neglected. That thou mightest have this rueful parcel of scripture, pure & sincere, not swerved or altered: I laid it to the touchstone, the native tongue. I weighed it with the Chaldic Targum, & the Septuaginta. I desired to jump so nigh with the Hebrew, that it doth ere while deform the vain of the english: the proprieties of that language, & ours, being in some speeches so much dissemblable. There is one God, but one: out of whose breast doth proceed the spirit & word of efficacy & effect. Thus much I say, because thou shouldest not attribute the sharp showers of calamities, sent down for sin, upon jerusalem (wherein God would have betrayed the prerogative of his majesty and power, to the awkward aspects of planets, and infortunate constellations, nor to the unsteady and much accused wheel of changeable Fortune. His hand, that hath destroyed the greater, can easily confound the less. And he that would not take compassion of great cities, plentifully peopled, because of their transgression, will in such case hardly bear with private men. I thought it my part to set it open to thine eyes, and I suppose it behovable to thee, or at least, it shall not hurt thee, to lay it to thy heart. Far well.   

☞ The first Chapter.  
How sits the City desolate,  
so populous a place?  
The lady of so many lands,  
Becumde in widows case.  
The Princes of the provinces,  
her tribute now must pay,  
Full sore wept she, full sore wept she,  
all night her long decay.  
Alongst her cheeks, the furrowing tears,  
from waterish eyes did rain:  
Of all her lovers, now not one,  
to comfort her in pain,  
Her friends think much to visit her,  
her friends are turned to foes,  
●choudah, 
Ichoudah the ●ribe of juda  captive led away  
a captive for the woes.  
And slavery she brought men to)  
she takes no kind of rest:  
Mongste pagans, where she makes her bode,  
with foes she is oppressed. 
Oppressed or taken.   
The streets of Zion mourn and wail,  
Because there now is none,  
That comes and goes to see their feast,  
as heretofore have gone.  
The gates devoid of folk, the priests  
do sigh in sorrows keen,  
The damsels drow, in moist of tears,  
the dame herself in teen.  
Her enemy's rule, and who but they?  
in wealth surcreasing fast,  
The Lord hath shent her grievously,  
for heaps of lewdness paste.  
Their young, went captivate before,  
her much dysdaynfull foe,  
From child of Tsyon, all her grace,  
and noble hue did go.  
The Potentates like straying rambes,  
not finding where to feed,  
Without all courage, went with those,  
that did them drive or lead.  
Jerusalem bethought herself,  
upon the dismal day:  
Of scourge, and of her rebel heart,  
of all delytefull gay  
Things, which she had in alder age,  
what time her folks so coy,  
Fell into foyshe hand, and none,  
would secure their annoy.  
Her enemies having thoroughly seen,  
and noted her at will.  
Did scorn her sacred sabbath day,  
and gyggle out their fill.  
jerusalem, outragingly  
was dedicated to vice.  
Therefore is she a mocking stock,  
all those in aufull guise,  
That honoured her, and did to her,  
their homage heretofore,  
Do clepe her, as a filthy drab,  
and set by her no more.  
What should she do? she gave a sigh,  
and looked askance awry,  
Polluted foul within her skirts,  
Her end she would not eye:  
And therefore lushed down at once.  
All comfortless was she:  
Rue O lord, rue upon my pangs,  

City.  the foe is proud at me.  
The foe hath stretched forth his arm  
at all her things of pleasure.  
She saw, she saw the profane rout,  
rush in, without all measure:  
Unto thy sacred holy house,  
that rout, which thou (O Lord)  
Forboddste, that they, ne should come in,  
the mansion of thy word.  
Her numbrous folk (a sighing flock)  
and seeking after food,  
Did give for meat, what so they had,  
things precious or good.  
To cherish their so needy souls.  
Mark Lord, and weigh on this,  
How vile I am, how beggarly,  
My caitiff plight it is.  
O all wayfaring passengers,  
for God's love, lock and see,  
If ever grief were like my grief:  
for he hath scourged me.  
The Lord (I say) hath spoke the word,  
in day of fury fell  
From high, he flung the fire adown,  
my mortal bones to quell.  
It tamed me: Before my feet,  
a trapping net he laid,  
And turned me back, to captive yoke,  
He, he, (alack) hath made  
Me desolate: in gulfs of griefs,  
all day long did I wade.  
My heinous sins, my swarming crimes,  
to Gods dire hand are tied,  
And thence amain upon my neck,  
from time to time did glide.  
Empired I: The Lord hath put  
me in such straining claws,  
That never shall I wrinche me from,  
the pressing of their paws.  
My worthies, and my valiants,  
he trod them under feet,  
Within myself, against myself,  
he made assembles meet,  
To slay my youth, was never yet,  
winepress bestamped so,  
On one virgin jehoudahs' child,  
the Lord hath stamped (lo.)  
Therefore weep I, and from mine eye,  
as from a water spout,  
A flowing stream, of gushing tears,  
eftsoons doth issue out.  
My comforter, he kept aloof,  
that should my soul relieve,  
My brood bereft of hope, and those  
prevailed, that did me grieve:  
Oft proferde Tsyon, forth her hand,  
but none would help her tho.  
Great jacob's race, the Lord had plasde  
amid her enemies so.  
jerusalem, midst all her foes,  
is like a drabbishe quean,  
Fowl steynd with filth of mouthly flowers:  
a strumpet much unclean.  

josias their king.  The Lord is just, disloyal I,  
have forsde him unto ire,  
Hearken O world, hearken all worlds,  
once hark at my desire.  
And view and view my thyrling throws  
what plunges me assay:  
My virgins, and my young men eke,  
are captives gone away.  
I called my lovers, one by one,  
but they beguiled me.  
My priests and elders in the town,  
through famine peryshde be.  
For food to their forefainted souls,  
long sought they far and near,  
See Lord, and see, because that I  
am troubled in each where:  
Mine entrails swollne: my heart yturnde  
(such is my struggling pain,)  
The sword denoures abroad: our home  
a slaughter house of bain.  
Full well knew they, how sad I was,  
but none would solace me,  
My foes pursued my harms, and joyed,  
to see them sent from the.  
But as for sin, thou broughste on me,  
a wreakful vengeance day:  
Deal justly (Lorde●: and as to me,  
to them their guerdon pay,  
survey their mischiefs all in mind,  
and deal with them as sore,  
As thou haste dealt with me poor wretch,  
for trespass here to sore.  
They made the surgyes of my sighs,  
to multiply each day,  
They made my heart a well of woes,  
wearing itself away.   

¶ The second Chapter.  
How hath the Lord in fury fell,  
beduskde his daughter dear,  
Tsyon his child of Israel,  
The glory bright and clear  
From heaven, to earth translated lies:  
and in his vengeful day,  
To batter down his own footstool,  
the 
* God.  ireful would not stay.  
He fling it headlong, neither spared,  
jacob's fair blazing bowers.  
So, shaken he down, of judas child,  
her fortresses and towers.  
Through glowing fury, to the soil:  
the kingdom he prophainde,  
And wreakde for state, the royal wights,  
that over it had reigned.  
What so was in all Israel,  
of passing price and grace,  
He marred it quite, turning his hand  
back, from the enemies face,  
He kindled up in jacob's sons,  
a wasteful flash of fire,  
Which consumed all things round about,  
as it were in a gyre.  
He bent his bow in foyshe guise,  
and further, like a foe,  
He stretchde his arm, what so was fair,  
or of much beauty (lo)  
In tabernacle of Tsyon,  
he did it all devour,  
And stockmeale lyke● to many flames,  
his wraths he did out power.  
The Lord himself was now a foe,  
he flung great jacob down,  
Fling strong walls down, huge rampirs down  
and bulwarks of the town.  
field Zion full of hearty grief,  
appalling all her joy:  
His tent, as it a garden were,  
trampling he did destroy.  
He stroyde his folk, he razed their feasts,  
and sabbaths out of mind  
In Tsyon: To their kings and priests,  
through Ire he is unkind.  
The Lord hath left his altar, and  
hath cursed, which once he blessed,  
He gave unto the enemies hands,  
such holds as were the best.  
The profane flock, within God's house,  
in mockery did cry,  
As in their sacred Sabbath, once,  
thelect did sing on high.  
Resolved was he, to thwack down walls,  
to even them with the flore,  
And not to turn his hand from waste,  
their rampire mourned therefore:  
The battered wall, prostrate did fall,  
flat levelde to the ground,  
The earth supped up the gorgeous gates:  
their iron bars so sound,  
He knapte in twain: mongste Heathens are  
her Kings, and puissant pears:  
The law is not: the Prophets now,  
from God's mouth nothing hears.  
Fair Tsyons elders, in the land  
sit down in silence deep.  
Their head yrubde with ashes pale,  
their corpse still did they keep  
In sack cloth wrappeth. Jerusalem,  
thy virgins fresh and fair  
Do hang their heads with pouting looks,  
(as cast away with care.)  
My streaming eyes, dissolve to nought,  
my belching bowels rumble,  
My liver pyckte up, through great force,  
trembling on ground did tumble.  
Such was my pity towards mine,  
because my babes did faint,  
And sucklynges tawmed in the streets,  
through pine did them attaint.  
Oft cried they to their mother's sad,  
where is their wine or bread?  
Like wounded wights throughout the streets,  
they sounded in each stead:  
Unbodyinge their silly souls,  
upon their mother's laps.  
What should I name? to what should I  
resemble thy mishaps?  
O daughter of Jerusalem?  
what might I best compare,  
To thee, O mine, O Tsyons child,  
to mitigate thy care?  
Like drops, in hougie tumbling waves  
thy flocking troubles grieve the.  
Ai me, mine own good girl,  
(dear God) who shall relieve thee?  
False prophets blearde thine eyes with lies  
who would not plainly tell,  
Thy sins to thee, to penitence,  
that they might thee compel.  
They scanned their lewd prophecies,  
and reasons false would give,  
Why, thou shouldst draw in captive yoke  
and long in bondage live.  
At thee (child of Jerusalem)  
all those that passed by,  
Did clap their hands, and nod their heads  
and fauntyngly say: Why?  
Is this the town so perfect built,  
the Paragon of hew,  
The joy of all the world so wide,  
that gave the gladsome show?  
'Gainst the all foes did ope their mouths,  
with vile reproaches freight,  
And hyssde, and gnashde, and cried march on,  
Let us devour her strait.  
This is the day, the wished day,  
we have her found and seen:  
The lord hath done, what in his mind  
of long time erst hath been.  
fulfilleth hath he, his great behest,  
forspoken long before,  
havoc made he in all excess,  
of nothing made he store.  
He stirred thy foes, to laugh at thee,  
and thy ill willers all,  
By his sole means, did mount aloof,  
as thou from high didst fall.  
Their hearts abrayded to the lord:  
O wall of Zion town,  
Forth of the floodgates of thine eyes,  
let floods of tears run down.  
Unceassauntlye. do way all rest,  
the apple of thine eye  
Apply it still, with moister still,  
take heed, it never dry.  
Arise, praise him in silent night,  
praise him in early day,  
Power out thine heart, to him as thou.  
wouldst water power away.  
Lift up thine hands, to god, that sits,  
in empire, and in seat,  
That he may help thy babee for faint,  
with pine in every street.  
See, o lord, see, consider well,  
with home thou hast dealt: O,  
And shall the mothers eat their young  
why lord, and shall they so?  
Shall they thus grind with teeth the flesh,  
that from their flesh did rise,  
(Their children scase a full span long?)  
the priests, and prophets wise,  
Be murdered (yea) in thine own house  
alas, and shall they die?  
Both young and old, through all the streets,  
Upon the could ground lie.  
My virgins and my youthful Brutes,  
are fallen with stroke of sword,  
Thou haste them killed, and spared not one▪  
in day of moody word.  
Thou call'st as in a solemn day,  
my terrors round about,  
And in that day such was thy ire,  
not one on live got out  
Those that by me were choyslye fed,  
and tenderly up brought,  
Are all consumed: (woes me) consumed,  
and vanished all to naught.   

¶ The third Chap.  
I Am that wight, that abject wight,  
which mine own need have seen,  
whilst that, the massy rod of God,  
upon my back hath been.  
He took me and conducted me,  
to darkness, not to light,  
Turned gainste my quite, all day his hand,  
he turned against me right.  
He filled my skin, and flesh with ●elde,  
and bruised my bones in small,  
He built in gyre and compaste me,  
with travail and with gall.  
Bestowing me in darkesum shades,  
(as one forlorn for aye)  
Inuironing me round about,  
lest I should scape away.  
And pressing down with pondrouse gives,  
my feet which else might fly,  
He will not hear me when to him,  
besechinglye I cry.  
He hath forestopde my paths with stone,  
and crokde my ways a side,  
He was a ramping bear in wait,  
a Lion dire, unspyde,  
My ways he stayed and nigh dismayed,  
of hope he made me bare,  
He bent his bow, and for his shafts,  
a mark he set me far.  
He caused his quiver arrows kéen,  
my reins for to assay,  
I was a mock to all my folk.  
their sonnett all the day.  
Wormwood my drink he ballasde me,  
with baleful bitterness,  
He broke my teeth, and ashes gave,  
to feed me in distress.  
All rest disharboured from my soul,  
my wealth, slipped out of mind,  
My strength is gone in god (quoth I  
no further hope I find.  
I bear in mind the stertlinge pangs,  
the wormwood, and the gall,  
Fresh, fresh, engraved in my soul,  
my courage down doth fall.  
Nathlesse, this underpropte my soul  
that trust could never quail,  
God's grace makes us not to revelte,  
his mercy cannot fail.  
A wonder worker is our God,  
believe in him, will I  
God is my part, 
Meaning o● Christ.  (so said my soul)  
I look for him from high.  
The lord is good to those in him,  
that put esperance would,  
Good to that soul, that sóekes for him,  
as for an anchor hold.  
It's good to trust upon the lord,  
his saving health tabyde:  
Ex●●ading good for all, which from  
his precepts do not slide.  
He that was proud and bare him high,  
must lyt in hushed alone,  
And humble him unto the dust  
(If all hope be not gone.)  
And lend his cheek unto the stroke,  
nor reck at words of spite,  
This man the lord will not forsake,  
he will not leave him quite.  
Though smartingly he visit him,  
and bitterly him beat,  
Yet, can he not but rue on him,  
such is his mercy great.  
For, man because he will not stoop,  
nor banish pride from heart,  
Therefore such men God tries and makes,  
them feel such netlinge smart.  
He treadeth underneath his feet,  
the captives of all lands,  
Who so doth injury the poor,  
before the lord he stands,  
Wrong judgement and injustice all  

* Understandes after the Caldie targun  the lord he understands.  
Who now can say but all things come,  
by god's mere providence?  

* Prosperity or adversity.  From his sole mouth, things sweet or sharp  
do they not flow from thence?  
Why is man loath for lawless life,  
by law to suffer pain,  
Let us insearche and try ourselves,  
and turn to God again.  
Let us arrear our hands and hearts  
to God on high alone,  
Declind have we, rebelde have we,  
therefore thou spareste none.  
Thou hast orewhelmde us in thy wrath,  
and bet us to too sore,  
Slain, and dispatched, dispatched all,  
with none lord haste thou bore.  
Thou haste inwrapte thee, so in clouds,  
our prayers can not pierce,  
We are like rages, and runagates  
amid the pagans fierce.  
Our enemies gainste us in despite,  
did ope their gaping chaps,  
Our fear, and eke our snare is cumde,  
deep danger, and mishaps.  
Mine eye, doth send out gulfs of tears,  
to mourn my folk oppressed,  
Mine eye, like stillitory runs,  
and weeps, and knows no rest,  
Mine eye doth melt mine heart, for all  
my daughters of the City,  
whilst that the lord throw down his looks,  
and from above take pity.  
My foes pursued me as a bird,  
Yet just cause had they none,  
They thrust me down, in dungen dark,  
and stopped it with a stone.  
The water surgies wet my head,  
I am forlorn (quoth I)  
Therefore lord from mine erksom den,  
upon the did I cry.  
Thou hardste my voice, shit not thine ear,  
but hear my dryrie plaint,  
Thou stoodst nigh me when I did cry  
and badste me not to faint.  
Thou waste the proctor of my soul,  
and didst my life restore,  
(O Lord) thou didst perceive my wrong,  
adjudge my cause therefore  
Thou seest gainste me, their fury all,  
their damnable intent,  
Thou hardste their words of villainy,  
their thoughts how they were bent.  
Their babbling lips, that rose at me  
their corner muttring see,  
At down sitting, and uprising  
they make a song of me.  
according to their dealings lord,  
reward to them disburse,  
give them for agony of soul,  
thy grievous shendfull curse.  
Pursue, pursue them in thy mode,  
confound them by and by.  
Where so (O lord) they make abode,  
under the shrowdinge sky.   

¶ The forth Chap.  
HOw is the gold bedimmed so?  
the gold most pure and fine  
Is changed. The stones and glittering pearls,  
of holy house divine.  
Flock meal, to corners of each street  
are scattered, and rolled:  
The pears, and nobles of Tsion,  
compared well to gold,  
How are they now annihilate,  
accounted in the land,  
Like earthen, vessels workmanship,  
of potter's mortal hand?  
The dragons, (beasts of famous fear)  
and dreadful, with their tongue,  
With proper breasts, (as kind hath taught,)  
do nurse their cresyve young:  
But mine, the daughters of my folk,  
(wights cruel, and unkind)  
Like Ostriches in deserts fly,  
and leave their fruit behind.  
My suckling's tongues, cleave to their roof,  
they were so clammy dry:  
They called for bread but none was brought,  
therefore in vain might cry.  
Those which had fed so sumptuous,  
did pine in streets for meat  
Babes wrappeth in scarlet mantles once,  
their ordure glad did eat.  
My people's crimes so manifold,  
were more innormouse vile  
Then Sodom sin, Sodom, that sunk  
in such a sudden while.  
No enemy ought his tent at it,  
it felt no mortal blow,  
My strait livers whiter then milk, 
Nazer the Hebrew word signifieth separated: the translators call it the Nazireth, I thought better to call than strait livers.   
whiter, then driven snow,  
And rosal ruddish read within  
clare read as precious stones,  
And pollishde like the Sapphire gay,  
clean pollishde for the nonce:  
Their visage vernagde all with black,  
y blackte with colishe smear  
Go now unknown, that once in streets,  
so admirable were.  
Their riveled skins, clongde to their bones,  
unseparable be:  
Their crackling hides, brittle and brashe,  
as dried bark of tree,  
Better to died upon the bladde,  
then perste with pine to lie,  
In lingering languour, and at length  
for lack of food to die.  
The mothers (else much pitiful)  
did boil their sucklings small,  
And eat them up: so extreme was  
my doleful people's fall.  
The lord hath wrought his wrath at full,  
and powered out his ire,  
And brent Tsion down to the ground,  
with eager grypinge fire.  
Not kings, or any man else where,  
did ever think▪ it so,  
That through jerusalems' strong gates,  
could entre any foe.  
Not sole Prophets, but priests have set  
God, in this chafinge mood,  
Priests serviceable to Idols,  
and gored in blessed blood.  
The blind bloodmungers, blind with bleed,  
did stray the streets about,  
And when they could not see the path,  

Much otherwise in the Geneve bible  behold they trod it out.  
Hence, bloody wights, hence (quoth the foes)  
fie, fie, away, away.  
touch nothing hence ye currish bruits  
and make no more delay.  
Both parties chid, both parties stormed,  
some of the heathen said,  
This people shall dwell here no more  
the lord will keep them stayed,  
The aufull countenance of God,  
hath scattered them in sunder,  
Nor ever means to mind them more,  
pardy, it is no wonder:  
For they unto the royal priests,  
would give none honour due,  
Nor on the grissed hoary syers',  
the reckless would not rue.  
whilst, that we looked for our vain hope,  
our eye sight 'gan to dase,  
We looked for lands that could not save.  
nor ride us from the maze.  
They hunt, our steps and trase us, that  
in streets we can not go,  
Our race is run, our days are done,  
and death will prove it so.  
Our persecutors, swifter than  
the Eagles of the sky,  
Chaste us on mounts, and in deserts,  
in wait for us did lie. 
Uitalls stay in the Hebrew nosethrills breath.   
Our vital stay, and steady aid,  
josiah anointed King,  
Our payze of sin, and plague of payze,  
did unto bondage bring.  
Child of Edom, 
odom flouted.  that in hus dwells  
thou needs not carcke nor care:  
For thou shalt pledge us on this cup,  
thou shalt be drunk, 
Geneve for bare say the vomit. Edom's child the Romans pro●●adinge for the more deal of the Edomites.  and bare.  
Tsion, that scourge of thine is paste,  
God will no more exile thee,  
But Edom's child hath plagued thy sons,  
and showed what did defile the.   

¶ The fifth Chapter jeremies' prayer.  
Remember Lord what hath betide  
to us behold and see  
Our opprobryes, and what they are,  
and eke are like to be.  
Our heritance is cut of quite,  
and turned to folk profane,  
Our houses by the alients  
the barberouse is ta'en.  
Our mothers (silly as they be)  
like widows, sit alone,  
Orphans are we poor Orphans we,  
and father have we none.  
We bought the water which we drunk,  
for wood our coin we paid,  
Our necks were hampered under yoke,  
restless faint, and ill stayed.  
To Egipte, and Assiria,  
our hand of league we lente:  
That we might have a small of bred,  
our carcase to content.  
Our parents they transgreste thy law,  
and now they are no more,  
And we their burthynouse offence,  
and mass of trespass bore.  
Slaves ruled us, and none would rid  
us, from their hands, and gives  
We earned our bread with extreme toil,  
and hazard of our lives:  
Because of wasteful sword that from,  
the desert did issue.  
Our skin is black through pauling pine,  
and like to soot in hue.  
The wedded wives in Tsion town,  
were wickedly defeilde,  
And judas virgins, were deflowered  
(all chastity exiled?  
The princes and the potentates,  
are hanged by the hands,  
No man in fear, or reverence,  
of elders visage stands.  
Our young men, like to vylaine thraw●es,  
in drudgery did grind,  
Our children, (babes infortunate)  
to gallows were assigned.  
The elders ravishte from the genets,  
the young men from their songs,  
Our joyful heart is gone, our dance  
is whyninge at our wrongs.  
Our glittringe crown, our temple brave,  
the lord did quite fordo,  
Woe ever woe, and out alas,  
that we have sinned so.  
Our heart with sadness is surcharge,  
our eyes can see no whit,  
Because mount Tsion is forsakte,  
and foxes run on it.  
But thou, O Lord for ever stands,  
Ay● during is thy throne,  
Why dost thou still forsake us, (Lord)  
still leaving us alone?  
Turn, O Lord, turn thee unto us,  
that we may turn to thee,  
And make our days as at the first,  
from sin, and mischiefs free.  
But thou haste clearly cast us of,  
and mells with us no more,  
Thou art no doubt (Lord) throughlie chafed,  
and angerde very sore.  
FINIS.    

❧ EPIGRAMMATA ANTE duos annos conscripta.  

In obitum ornatisses & spectatisses faeminae,  
Domine Franciscae quondam Suffolciae Ducis  
Carmen, non tam lugubritatis quam laetitiae  
Plenum, quod tàmpiè, sancteque mortem obierit.   

NOx hyemalis erat, pulso cum lumine Phaebi,  
Sessor equos cursu liquit dicteus anhelos,  
Nec tunc argenti pallantem cornibus ire  
Cernere Phaeben erat: non tardus plaustra Bootes,  
Impulit, acturi non Labi cardine visi  
Sunt summo spissus diffunditur undique nigror.  
Alta quies passim mortalia corda premebat:  
Ipse soporiferum ducebam pectore somnum.  
Ecce, ruit caelo, ventis & praepete penna  
In thalamum divi interpres: (mirandaque dictu)  
Contundit pectus verbisque ita fatur amicis.  
Somno solvere, (ait) dulcem seclude quietem:  
Luminibus lustro tacitis, corpusque pererro  
Immortale, volens multas prompsisse quaerelas,  
Quod, prius ausonios nequij gustare liquores:  
Ille recusabat, seriemque & tempora fandi.  
Cinge capu●, grandi versu super astra locabis  
Franciscam, cui certa fides, cui vi●a pudica  
Immotas ponunt sedes, iustosque triumphos.  
Dixit: & extemplo nebulis caput occulit atris.  
Protinus, intonuere poli, se fin dit Olympus  
Numini mandantis divi, dispergitur aether.  
Hisce oculis vidi, Franciscam tecta subire  
Lucida, fulminei (ductante cohorte) tonantis  
murmur tum vario, mistum crepat undique caelum:  
Amphion fidibus canit, Orphaeusque sonoris  
Indulsit neruis, clarus testudine linus  
Personat, ingeminant cantus, tum conscius aethe●  
Et visus saltare fuit, & spargere murmur.  
Fas vidisse deos choreas ductasse, deasque  
Passibus haud aequis sectari, & iungere dextras.  
Tunc reboare tubae, crebris tum pulsibus aera  
Clangere ceperunt, necnon & plectra sonabant.  
Cantor, ab umbriferis ebuccinat arcibus. Euge  
Aduena, pone metum tectis succeed beatis.  
Tunc musae ceptare melos & fundere versus.   

FRANCISCA DUX SUFFOLCIAE  
Tellure corpus condidit,  
Mens, aureos tenet polos  
Carnis soluta carcere.   

HIis ita digestis, praemitur tractabile caelum,  
Et scissae coiere viae, clausere meatus.  
Tum nostro lentum carmen sic crevit ab ore.  
Euge, ter faelix, quater ô beata,  
Sen●ies faelix, gemino marito,  
Stirpe ter faelix, hominum voluptas.   

Cura deorum.  
Mors quasi Saxum Tantalo,  
Impendens: Cic. definibus. 1.  
Carmen gliconicum cori ambicum.   

Mors, (ô) saeva, potens nimis,  
O mors, mors, quid ages? quoue feres pedem?  
Quamtos saepe trahis, quanque bonos precipites viros?  
Pergin dira? nec est modus?  
Falcem cladiferam nemo ne reprimet?  
Omnes tergeminum conspiciemus ne canem brevi?  
Sic stat numinibus ●atum?  
Sic parce volverunt tetricae? quid hoc?  
Non monstri simile est? nemo supstes? dolor ô dolor▪  
(pròh), fuluo diademate  
Reges conspicui, sanguinei duces,  
Miles dira fremens corruerint, cùm rutilo grege?  
non circundata tempora  
Ambitúmve caput fronde hederae sacrae,  
Victrix palma nequit nos spolijs ducere abinferis,  
fundabilis es dea:  
Heu, quam te memorem? queisue parentibus  
Cretam nonne, silex te genuit cautibus horridis?  
formosas ne puellulas,  
cordatosque viros, & iwinem efferum,  
Imbellesque senes, & memorem prelij anum rapis.  
Fato, quàm premimur pari.  
Oris nil decor ullus movet aur●i.  
Dijs nasci nihil est. stirpe sua nemo fugit necem.  
mors est indocilis fugam.  
Non vult illa nigro carmine pellier.  
Robor, tela, faces, tûs, lachrymae, spretus honos jacet,  
mors, aequo pede pulcitat  
Turres magnificas: atque humiles casas.  
Nunc sternit vigiles, nunc, inopinos premit ad manes.  
Quoquo, diffugias vagus,  
aut utcunque latens occuleris caput,  
Mors (en) certa comes omnibus horis gravis imminet.  
Ergo, tunde iovem prece  
Qui quondam liquidos evoluit polos  
Chaos, quique suis limitibus cuncta coercuit,  
qui sedes quatit inferum,  
Ne mors caedepotens (cum sopor algidus  
It per corpora) nos falce recurua urgeat inscios.    

❧ PRESENTED TO THE QVEENES' MAJESTY BEING THAN at Cambridge, for the name of his degree.  
A Prince, extract from haughty house,  
a Prince of pompous port  
Approacheth here, whose ancestors,  
triumph in glories fort.  
Cum noble lusty Poets cum,  
strike up in regal rate,  
To pens, to pens, pursue the cha●e,  
ye have a game of state.  
If, wit may win a worthy name,  
if virtue purchase praise,  
If heavenly hue deserve an higher,  
her bruit then let us blaze.  
Each Realm, doth boast him of his prince:  
each writer doth advance  
His sovereign: then happy we,  
thrice happy, is our chance,  
To whom the mighty puissant God,  
hath lente a Queen of price,  
Whose fame we justly may procure,  
unto the clouds to rise.  
What pleasant smiling, twinkling stars,  
what gods of wit so great,  
Could find, for such excellent gifts,  
in place so small a seat?  
Well nature well, now mayst thou dance,  
and pastime for a time,  
For never shalt thou creature work  
so quite devoid of crime.  
O, may not we: full rightly term,  
that sacred Royal breast,  
A paradise, where chaste advice,  
of godliness doth rest?  
Ye kings, that rule by seas and land,  
and ye infernal ghosts,  
Bear witness now, we have a Queen,  
of whom our Island boasts.  
And Cambridge, now thou dost enclose,  
(high thanks to him above:)  
A wight, whom all the world adores,  
And God himself doth love.  
DIcite io vates, & io bis dicite vates,  
Elizabetha venit, nil nisi dicite io.  
Dicite io, Regina venit, regina moratur,  
Sedibus in nostris, nun sonatis io?  
Audite vocesque hominum, fremitusque tubarum:  
jupiter è caelis dicere visus io.  
Cernimus heroes, heroarumque phalanges.  
Cernimus & claram (plebe stupente deam  
Clamet io, pandatque ulnas Academia laetas,  
Ac clament villae, compita, rura, domus.  
Dicat io crebris pulsatus vocibus aether,  
Quamque potest latè personet axis io.  
Explicet exangues rugas quaeribunda senectus,  
Laeta dies, fastis adijcienda dies.  
Sancta dies, intacta dies, caritura senecta,  
Caelicolis magnis magna colenda dies.  
Dicat io quicunque dies superavit iniquos,  
Qui dia gaudet principe, dicat io.  
Nunc, Pater omnipotens, oculis nos aspicis aequis,  
Nunc sumus ergo tui, vociferemus io.   

☞ TO THE RIGHT Honourable and most noble Lord, the Lord Robert Dudley, earl of Leicester.  
TO hear a pleasant penned verse,  
Augustus took delight:  
And well allowed, the wits that could,  
his praises well indite.  
From massy care of common wealth,  
oft would he, for a space,  
Translate himself, to interuewe  
and judge a Poet's grace.  
Augustus now is dead and gone,  
his fame hath found her wings,  
Of him, the brood of Pegasse house,  
and noble Muses sings.  
If England had such curious wits,  
that could in stately verse,  
The facts, the feats of worthy wights,  
and royal gests rehearse:  
Your lordship's honour, should be made,  
the mirror of our time,  
Because you love to lay your looks  
upon a Poet's rhyme.  
Some mounting wits, that love to mount,  
and sore aloof in sky,  
Both will and can arrear your fame,  
and lodge it in the sky.  
If we be not to rude unkind,  
You and your golden years,  
Wherein you live, shall give assault  
unto the furthest ears.  
Not only we shall live in you,  
the days that you dwell here,  
Shall shine and show to other worlds,  
in you set forth so clear.  
A jewel, welcome to the world,  
by whom the world shall win,  
And welcome to that happy age,  
wherein you did begin:  
Most hearty welcome unto us,  
on your advice doth stay.  
The ponderous poise of public weal,  
and urgent weighty sway.   

Graec. & Lat. des. IN ADVENTUM AMPLISSImi viri Domini Cecilli, equitis aurati Regine Maiestatis a secretis, & Cancellarii nostri honoratisses.  
PLurima debemus multis, quid reddimus ergo?  
Reddimus hoc vuum, posse, referre nih il.  
Hos homines, debere sibi, quis fecerit assis?  
Debent, an soluant, possis habere nihil.  
Carmina; dicuntur caelo deducere lunam:  
Traxerunt vates carmine saxa, feras.  
Aspicis, ut dictant versus iwenesque senexque?  
Carmina si spernas, soluimus, ecce, nihil.  
Carmina Maecenas, & carmina Caesar amavit,  
Carmina si spectes, carmine dives eris.  
Consilio polles, res hoc tibi publica debet:  
Anglia te meriti commeminisse decet.  
Doctrina polles, atque hoc tibi patria debet:  
Culta doctrina: patria redde, tuum est.  
Quod nos vicisti, debes academia soluas,  
Aurea praestantem defer ad astra virum,  
Hospita johannis quod te modo tecta receptant,  
Hoc nos debemus, possumus atque nihil.  
Sed tamen, ingentes reddemus carmine grates,  
Isto, si fas▪ sit nos munerare modo.  
Gratuses, & merito gratus, quicunque tuorum  
Intret johannis limina gratus erit.  
Tu merito gratus, tu maenia suggeris aedis,  
Nos, nos nescimus, reddere, redde d●us.  
Redde Deus, cito redde deus, cito redde merenti,  
Quid reddas tandem? praemia redde Deus,  
Praemia, quae possunt homines fecisse beatos  
Quae reddis divis, praemia redde deus.   

IN ADVENTUM EIUSDEM, HOnoratis sin●aeque eius coniugis.  
SPlendidam lucem celebrant Mycenae,  
Qua, domum victor redit imperator,  
Oppidum postquàm Priami iacebat, Littore truncus,  
Gaudium magnum Menelaus, olim  
In tulit Spartis, peregrè reversus,  
Quando, Neptuni cinis esset omne Ilion ingens.  
Sulcat invitum mare vi deorum  
Gloriam magnam referens Ulysses:  
Rettulit laudes, reperitque laudes ● Praemia vitae.  
Tu refers famam, rediens celebrem,  
Tu tibi justos cumulas honores,  
Gratus es nobis, iterumque gratus, Magnae Cecillae.  
Gratus adventus dominae Cecillae,  
Nobilis, doctae, pietate clarae,  
Coniugis clari, patris atque clari Clara Cecilla.  
Dignus (o) coniunx, domina Cecilla:  
Dignaque (o) coniunx, domino Cecillo:  
Vivat (o) vivat, valeatque longum, Dignus uterque.   

In adventum clariss. viri Thomae Hennagii Epigramma.  
IF that my pen could paint my mind  
or wit be wray my will:  
Then should your worship know my thoughts  
that lurk for lack of skill.  
I would excuse my rash attempt,  
the noblesse of your name,  
I would set forth in words of weight,  
and finely filed frame:  
But eloquence she me denies,  
she doth my hand repel:  
And makes me shrink to show mine art,  
to him where art doth dwell.  
Then blame yourself, because I do  
endite my mind in few:  
We simple poets, dare not bide,  
Your heedful learned view.  
I justly may mistrust myself,  
that have a guilty mind:  
And moste mistrust, when he is judged,  
that can the guilt unwind.  
I felt a sharp and hard conflict,  
in writing of this rhyme:  
Good will pricked on, rudeness reclamde,  
great struggling for a tyme.  
But, each thing hath at last his end,  
advanced him good will tho,  
And shame exiled, he bad me write,  
the victor urged me so.  
That straight, my base unspiced style,  
was subject to your sight,  
Which ought not once to touch your steps,  
unworthy there to light.  
But give him leave, by gift of verse,  
his meaning to escry:  
Whose hands, to present prouder price,  
his power doth deny.  
And give me leave in fine to say,  
thrice welcome to this place  
Welcome, for shape, welcome for skill,  
welcome for ancient race.   

To the same.  
SEmper, ego tacito modulabor carmen in antro?  
Quid meà num soli carmina facta mihi.  
Pana per, & nymphas, procul, o procul iste camenae,  
Cordi sit vobis, ire per ora virum.  
Ite leues elegi, letae fulsere calendae,  
Ite leues eligi, regia turba venit.  
Scilicet, optatis mecum latitare parent?  
Num juuat occultos praeterijsse dies?  
Cernetis proceres, operit quos tirea vestis,  
Agmen, quod tellus ferre superbit, erit,  
Forsitan, est aliquis, manibus qui sumet amicis▪  
Nonne sub hoc casu dilituisse pudet?  
Auratas inter turmas, Hennagius heros  
Infert se socium, maenia nostra petens.  
Illius ad vultus, cautos vos tendite gressus  
Et curae tantam sit subijsse manum.  
Audacem, verum si dixerit esse poetam,  
Adme (confessae crimina) ferte pedem.   

TO THE DUKE'S GRACES departing.  
A Kyfe report doth run abroad,  
that Fame hath feathered wings:  
By help whereof, from ear to ear,  
posthaste the goddess flings.  
An harbynger, oft times to wight,  
to speedy in her flight,  
She flings and frisks, through lands and seas,  
she never loves to light.  
O fame, where didst thou then sojourn?  
Environed in what place,  
Waste thou? that we in no wise knew,  
the coming of his grace:  
His worthy noble princely grace,  
whose martial feats of war,  
Whose high attempts, and hardy hand,  
doth fray his foes from far.▪  
If understanding had been given,  
if thou hadst said the word.  
The Duke shall come, that valiant Duke,  
That weeldes the wreakful sword.  
No pen, no poet should have seaste,  
next to the very best,  
In trim attire, of sundry tongues,  
his praise we would have dressed.  
Then bear with us, (O famous prince)  
Your coming was not known,  
Though verses ebb, yet love abounds,  
our hearts is all your own.   

Ad eundem.  
Non nisi grandisoni capient tua gesta cothurni:  
Omnia, non factis carmina digna tuis.  
Nec tamen, est quisque, quin gestit nomina tanti  
Principis, exiguis vel cecinisse modis.  
Vrget tantus amor: stimulas sie v●que poetas.  
Tantum debemus, virque senexque tibi.  
Illa dies merito, nobis celebranda fuisset,  
Qua, nobis visus ceperat esse tui:  
Versibus illa dies caruit, letisque cam●●nis,  
Nullius & calamo claruit illa dies.  
Splendeat ista dies, qua maenia nostra relinquis,  
Alterius laudes, auferat ista dies.  
Aduentum tacui: discessum ●a udibus orno:  
Non potui salue dicere: dico vale.   

QVESTIO PRIMA IN COmitiis nostris Disputata. ANNO Domini. M. D. LXV. Corpus Christi non st ubique.  

Brentius, longo memorandus aevo,  
calluit magni sacra iura Christi,  
Perperam, Christi tamen esse dixit  
Corpus ubique:   

Calluit Luther, retulit salutem,  
Retulit Christum, repulitque Papam,  
Fregit, & stravit male soevientis  
cornuae monstri   

Fregit errores, coluitque lucem,  
Antesignanus, tulit ille palmam:  
Quin, & audacter satanam Tyrannum  
fregit ouante●.   

Attamen, res est, magis (o) Dolenda  
Nesciit magnum columen salutis,  
Quo modo Christus solet usque sacrum  
frangere panem.   

Credidit, corpus simul exhiberi:  
Credidit, panem simul exhiberi:  
Corpus, & panem, simul esse posse  
scripta reclam●nt.   

Ind, turbatus nisi tradidifset,  
Sedibus multis simul esse corpus:  
Terminos dixit, Domini 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
cingere nullos.   

Hereses ceruis, quasi fune necti,  
Cernis, & cautè docuisse Priscos.  
Si quid absurdi dabis, inde perque  
multa sequ●ntur.   

Brentius, certe male somniavit,  
Ipse Lutherus titubavit ingens,  
Cuncta cognosci sua Christus olim  
noluit illis.   

Cinglius vidit tenebras relictas,  
Vidit, & sensit tenebras opacas,  
Rebus ut fractis voluit mederi:  
concidit ense.   


Occolamp●●dius.  Lux Domus, vidit remanere lucem,  
Obuiam muli is facilè sequacem,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 libris studiit vetustis.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉   

Veritas, luxit radiis benignis,  
Vidit, & scripsit nequiisse multis,  
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Augustinus.  Corpus humanum, nequit esse multis  
in locis: Christi 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
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Basilius.  Corpus, aut christi 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 implet omnem:  
Implet aut certam propriamque sedem:  
Termino certo nisi posset esse,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉   


Vigilius.  〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, si non teneatur uno  
In loco certo, Deus est 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉:  
Sanguinem,, carnem 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 esse credis?  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.   


Act. Apost. 3.  Suscipit coelum, Domini, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉,  
Cingitur (quid ni?) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Patris  
Spiritus, vires tamen undequaque  
fundit, opemque▪   

Titii fundo, 
justinianus.  stet it arbos olim,  
Arboris radix stet it illa fundo:  
Maevii struncum, patulosque ramos  
fundus habebat.   

Arboris, quisnam Dominus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉?  
Titius: qui sic? quiae, mansit eius  
Praediis radix: Erit eius, ergo,  
arbor & usus:   

Corpus in coelis, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ergo Christus,  
Numinis vires penetrant abissus,  
Sol manet coelis, radii solares  
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Numen in terris, 
Theodoretus?  neque corpus illic,  
Corpus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, velut ante 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉,  
Terminos novit, propriumque 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉:  
cingitur ergo.   

Trinitas esset, siquidem vel unque  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 capax 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 foret illa quanta: 
Ciryllus▪   
At capax Christus, capit ille corpus  
fertque refertque   

Ergo  
Claudetur ille terminis.  
ubique non erit vagus.  
Divinit ●s est libera.  
Sed corpus intercluditur.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.    

2. QVESTIO. Gratiam fides, fidem Dilectio sequitur.  

QVid judaea dapes, Babylon, quid moenia iactas?  
Quid juuat hoc meruisse decus?  
Quid, Samson gauds? quod amas, tua gaudia tollet:  
Te tua robora magna prement.  
Saul, retro propera, ferro petiture Damascum  
Quam cito corruit altus aequo?  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 jacent. sunt o sunt numina coeli:  
Gratia magna petenda Dei est.  
Posse Deus facit hos, liber quos spiritus afflat.  
Est opus improbitatis homo:  
Nil facit ille boni, sed suggerit omnia faelix  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
Credere qui poteris, per te qui numina nescis?  
Gratia numinis ante fidem.  
Illa beat quos vult, quos vult facit illa fideles:  
Prodiga, fontis & instar aquae.  
Nascitur inde fides, Dilectio nascitur inde:  
Haecque piam docet esse fidem.  
Si volumus, nostram meritis expendere causam:  
obruimur numero scelerum.  
Sola fides liquidis superaverit aethera pennis,  
(sed tamen illa probata Deo)  
Sola fides, Domini si sit substantia Christi,  
Quodque semel pateretur homo:  
Quodque velit solus▪ quod possit crimina solus,  
Demere maximus ille Deus.  
Gratia, deinde fides, Dilectio claudit utramque  
filia posteriore loco.  
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Hebr. Car. de sunt.  
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Ad Heskins, quod Do. juellum laesi vel ut Heskins malit detruncati textus incusat.  
HEschynus iccirco textum truncasse juellum,  
Omnia quòd textus, non referebat, ait.  
Artificem pulchrum: Quasi, cognita verba tacere,  
Detruncare siet: quis nisi truncus ait?  
Credidit haud truncis, sese scripsisse juellus,  
Hunc tu fallebas Heschine, truncus eras.  
Hauditerum falls, tecum quicunque loquetur,  
Cautus (cuncta suo verba citare loco)  
Ac si cum puero, vel trunco res ageretur,  
Nil non in fauces, ingeret ille tuas,  
Adscribi possit notissima verba 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
Doctor: si nescit, quid nisi truncus erit?  
Plures hoc norunt, ergo si percipis ipse:  
Et petis adscribi: sic quoque truncus eris▪  
Inconsultus homo, for's Heschynus, Aeschinus altar  
Plus satis insanit, negligit atque pater.  
Romanus Mitio, scelerum sacer ille magister,  
Dedocet esse bonos, te docet esse malum.  
Heschine, quin scortaris, ait, quin sculptile fingis?  
Sculptile quin deamas? me patre gnate potes.  
Non est hoc vitium: saltem me judice non est.  
Vtere tam belli commoditate patris.  
Exordire dolos, faecundum consule pectus?  
Aut dolus aut virtus, tu meditare dolos.  
His ego vel solis, terras ac tartara vici:  
Non aliter, gnati convaluere mei.  
Sedulus hoc hortor, per viscera (chare) parentis  
Praestes, praecepti summa sit ista mei:  
Omnes quo fallas, mendacia plurima sperge,  
Sic prodesse mihi, sic meus esse potes.  
Sic solet haec Mitio▪ Non Heschinus ulla moratus,  
Tam comicae vocis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 esse cupit.  
Protinus exclamat, textum truncasse juellum.  
Heus primo mendax? Heschine patris eris.  
Heschinus (obscuri vix caede cruentus Echyni)  
Praesulis an nostri, caede cruentus erit?  
Nugarumque potens, coniuratusque getarum,  
Terribilis, no stram cogitat ipse necem.  
Saeviat ille, suis centum comitatus Echinis.  
Si non truncus erit, saeuus Echinius erit.  
Heschinus, Hardingus, Dorman, Rastal, Stapleton,  
Multa edunt multis, ne videantur 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
Heschinus, haeretici scribant, qnae quantaque possint,  
jurent se sanctos, catholicosque viros  
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FINIS.   

IMPRINTED AT LONDON in Fleetstreet by Thomas Marsh. Anno M.D. LXVI.