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Where wilt thou appeal? power of the courts below

Flows from the first main head; and these can throw

Thee, if they suck thee in, to misery,

To fetters, halters. But if th'injury

Steel thee to dare complain, alas! thou go'st

Against the stream, upwards, when thou art most 5a

Heavy and most faint; and in these labours they,

'Gainst whom thou should'st complain, will in thy way

Become great seas, o'er which, when thou shalt be

Forc'd to make golden bridges, thou shalt see

That all thy gold was drown'd in them before.

All things follow their like, only who have may 'have

Judges are gods; and he who made them so [more.

Meant not men should be forc'd to them to go

By means of angels. When supplications

We send to God, to dominations, . 60

Powers, cherubins, and all heaven's courts, if we

Should pay fees, as here, daily bread would be

Scarce to kings; so 'tis. Would ix not anger

A Stoic, a coward, yea, a martyr,

To see a pursuivant come in, and call

All his clothes Copes, books Primers, and all

His plate Chalices; and mis-take them away,

And ask a fee for coming? Oh! ne'er may

Fair Law's white rev'rend name be strumpeted,

To warrant thefts: she is established

Recorder to Destiny on earth, and she

Speaks Fate's words, and tells who must be

Sat. VI. SATIHE8. .113

Rich, who poor, who in chairs, and who in gaols:
She is all fair, but yet hath foul long nails,
With which she scratcheih suitors. In bodies
Of men, so in law, nails are extremities;
So officers stretch to more than law can do,
As our nails reach what no else part comes to.
Why bar'st thou to yon' officer? Fool! hath he
Got those goods for which erst men bar'd to thee? So
Fool! twice, thrice, thou hast bought wrong and now

Begg'st right, but that dole comes not till these die.
Thou hadst much, and law's Urim and Thummim try
Thou wouldst for more; and for all hast paper
Enough to clothe all the great Charrick's pepper.
Sell that, and by that thou much more shalt leese
. Than Hammon, when he sold 's antiquities.
O wretch! that thy fortunes should moralize
./Ksop's Fables, and make tales prophesies.
Thou art the swimming dog, whom shadows cozened,
Which div'st, near drowning, for what vanished. 91


Men write that love and reason disagree,
But I ne'er saw 't exprest as 't is in thee.
Well, I may lead thee, God must make thee see;
But thine eyes blind too, there 's Ho hope for thee.
Volumt J. M

1?4 SATIRES. Sit. PI.

Thou say'st she's wise and witty, fair and free;

All these are reasons why she should scorn thee.

Thou dost protest thy love, and wouldst it show

By matching her, as she would match her foe;

And wouldst persuade her to n worse offence

Than that whereof thou didst accuse her wench. 10

Reason there 's none for thee, but thou may'st vex

Her with example. Say, for fear her sex

Shun her she needs must change: I do not see

How reason e'er can bring that must to thee.

Thou art a match a justice to rejoice,

Fit to be his, and not his daughter's choice.

Dry'd with his threats she'd scarcely stay with thee,

And wouldst th' have this to chuse thee, being free?

Go, then, and punish some soon gotten sluff;

For her dead husband this hath mourn'd enough 10

In hating thee. Thou may'st one like this meet;

For spite take her, prove kind, make thy breath sweet:

Let het See she 'hath cause, and to bring to thee

Honest children, let her dishonest be.

If she be a widow, I'll warrant her

She '11 thee before her first husband prefer;

And will wish thou had'st had her maidenhead,

(She Ml love thee so) for then thou hadst been dead.

But thou such strong love and weak reasons hast,

Thou must thrive there, or ever live disgrae'd. 30

Yet pause a while, and thou mayst live to see

A time to come wherein she may beg thee.






On Frederick Count Palanne of the Rattle, and the Lady Eli2abeth, biing married on St. Valentine's day.

I. Hail, Bishop Valentine! whose day this is, All the air is thy diocese, And all the chirping choristers And other birds are thy parishioners: Thou marry'st every year The lyric lark and the grave whispering dove; The sparrow, that neglects his life for love, The household bird with the red stomacher; Thou mak'st the black-bird s.ccd as soon As duth the goldfinch or the halcyon; The husband cock looks out, and strait is sped, And meets his wife, which brings her feathcr.bed. This day more chearfully than ever shine; This day, which might inflame thyself, old Valentii

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