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The fields they sold to buy them. For a king
Those hose are, cries the flatterer; and bring
Them next week to the theatre to sell.
Wants reach al! states. Me seems they do as well
At stage as court. All are players; whoe'er looks
(For themselves dare not go) o'sr Cheapside books,
Shall find their wardrobe's inventory. Now
The ladies come. As pirates, which do know i 88
That there came weak ships fraught with cochineal,
The men board them, and praise (as they think) well
Their beauties; they themen's wits: both are bought.
Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns I thought
This cause: these men men's wits for speeches buy,
And women buy all reds which scarlets die.
He call'd her beauty lime-twigs, her hair net:
She fears her drugs ill laid, her hair loose set.
Would n't Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine
From hat to shoe himself at door refine,
As if the presence were a Moscbite; and lift
His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift, 200
Making them confess not only mortal
Great stains and holes in them, but venial
Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate?
And then by Durer's rules survey the state
Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries
Of his neck to his leg, and waste to thighs.
So in immaculate clothes and symmetry
Perfect as circles* with such nicety.
3a,'. IV. SATIRES.
As a young preacher at his first time goes
To preach, he enters, and a lady, which owes
Him not so much as gocd.will, he arrests,
And unto her protests, protects, protests;
So much as at Rome would serve to 'have thrown
Ten cardinals into the Inquisition,
And whispers by Jesu so oft', that a
Pursuivant would have ravish'd him away
For saying of our Lady's psalter. Bui 'tis fit
That they each other plague; they merit it.
But here comes Glorius, that will plague them both,
Who in the other extreme only doth ua
Call a rough carelessness good fashion;
Whose cloak his spurs tear, or whom he spits on,
He cares not, he. His ill words do no harm
To him; he rushes in, as if Arm, arm,
He meant to cry; and tho' his face be a: ill
As theirs which in old hangings whip Christ, still
He strives to look worse; he keeps all in awe,
Jests like a licens'd fool, commands like law.
Tir'd, now, I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
As men from gaols to execution go; 230
Go thro' the great Chamber (why is it hung
With the seven deadly sins?) being among
Those Askaparts, men big enough to throw
Charing.crcss for a bar, men that do know
No token of worth but queen's man and line
Living, barrels of beef and iiagoi.s of wine,
I shook like a spy'd spy.. Preachers! which are
Seas of wit and arts, you.can, then dari
Drown the sins of this place; fur, for me,
Which am but a scant brook, it enough shall bo 240
To wash the stains away; altho' I yet
(With Machabee' modesty) the known merit
Of my work lessen, yet some wise men shall,
1 hope, esteem my writs canonical. 244
Thou shalt not laugh, in this leaf, Muse! nor they
Whom any pity warms. He which did lay
Rules to make courtiers, he being understood
May make good courtiers, but who courtier) good?
Frees from the sting of jests all who in extreme
Are wretched or wicked; of these two a theme,
Charity and liberty, give me. What is he
Who officers' rage and suitors' misery
Can write in jest? If all things be in all,
As.I think, since all which were, are, and shall - ia
Be, be made of the same elements,
Each thing each thing implies or represents;
Then man is a world, in which officers
Are the vast ravishing seas, and suitors
Springs, now full, now shallow, now dry, which to
That which drowns them run: these self-reasons do
Sat. P'. Satires. IJl
Prove the World a man, in which officers
Are the devouring stomach, and suitors
Th' excrements which they void. All men are dust;
How much worse are suitors, who to men's lust 20
Are made preys? 0 worse than dust or worms' meat!
For they eat you now whose selves worms shall cat.
They are the mills which grind you; yet you are
The wind which drives them; and a wasteful war
Is fought against you, and you fight it: they
Adulterate law, and you prepare the way,
Like wittals; th' issue your own ruin is.
Greatest and fairest Empress! know you this?
Alas! no more than Thames' calm head doth know
Whose meads her arms drown, or whose corn o'erflow.
You, Sir, whose righteousness she loves, whom I, 31
By having leave to serve, am most richly
For service paid authoriz'd, now begin
To know and weed out this enormous sin.
O age of rusty iron! some better wit
Call it some worse name, ifoughtequal it.
Th' Iron Age was when justice was sold; now
Injustice is sold dearer far. Allow
All claim'd fees and duties, gamesters, anon
The money which you sweat and swear for's gone 40
Into' other hands. So controverted lands
'Scape, like Angelica, the striver's hands.
If law be in the judge's heart, and he
Have no heart to resist letter Or fee,