Follie's anatomie. Or Satyres and satyricall epigrams VVith a compendious history of Ixion's wheele. Compiled by Henry Hutton, Dunelmensis.

Follie's Anatomie . OR SATYRES AND Satyricall Epigrams .

With a compendious History of Ixion's Wheele .

Compiled by Henry Hutton , Dunelmensis .

LONDON Printed for Mathew Walbanke , and are to be sold at his shop at Graies-Inne Gate . 1619.

TO THE READER , Vpon the Author , his Kins-man . OLd Homer , in his time made a great feast , And euery Poet was thereat a guest : All had their welcome ; yet not all one fare . To them aboue the salt ( his chiefest care ) He spewd abanquet of choise Poesie , Whereon they fed euen to satietie . The lower end , had from that end their Cates. For , Homer setting open his dung-gates , Deliuered , from that dresser , excrement , Whereon they glutted , and returnd in Print . Let no man wonder that I this rehearse ; Nought came from Homer but it turnd to verse . Now where our Author was at this good cheere , Where was his place , or whether he were there : Whether he waited , or he tooke away ; Of this same point I cannot soothly say : But thus I ghesse . Being then a dandiprat , Some witty Poet tooke him in his lap And fed him from aboue , with some choice bit . Hence his Acumen , and aready wit : But prayses from a friendly pen ill thriue . And truth 's scarce truth , spoke by a relatiue . Let enuy therefore giue her vote herein : Enuy and th' Author sure are nought a-kin . I le personate had Enuy : yet say so , He lickt at Homers mouth , not from below . R. H.

Ad Lectores . TO stand on Terms t were vain . By hook & crook One Terme I was defrauded of a Booke . Now Readers your assistance I must craue , To play at Noddy ; to turne vp a knaue . My foe at Tick-Tack playes exceeding well : For Bearing ( Sirs ) beleeue 't , he bears the Bell. He 's of a blood-hounds kinde , because his Nose Vtters each new made sent ; be 't verse , or prose . Could ye attache this Felon , in 's disgrace I would not bate an inch ( not Boltons ace ) To baite , deride , nay ride this silly Asse , I would take paines ; he should not scot-free passe . All filching knaues ( be 't spoken as a Trope ) Will once be plaide , displayed by a Rope : And be this proud disperser of stole workes Once caught ( that now in clanks & corners lurks ) Lest he delude some kinde affecting Scholler , Pray , haue him twiched in a Hempen Coller : Once burntieh ' hand , he will example giue , To such Times turne-coats as by filching liue .

TO THE WORTHILY Honor'd Knight , Sir Timothy Hutton . NOblest of mindes , vnknowne , I would inuite Rich Pyrrhus to accept a Codrus mite . My lame-legd Muse , nere clome Pernassus Mount Nor drunke the iuice of Aganippe's Fount : Yet doth aspire with Dedall's wings , appeale To you , sole Patron of our common weale . The foule maskt Lady , night , which blots the skie , Hath but one Phoebe , feuer-shaking eye . Olympus azure clime , one golden light , Which drownes the starry curtaine of the night : And my rude Muse ( which Satyrists would rend One generous , graue Patronizing friend . You this Maecenas are , peruse my writ , And vse these Metroes of true meaning wit : Command ; commend them not : such humile Art Disclaimes applause , demerits no desert . Value my verse according to her worth : No mercenary hope hath brought her forth . Times puny , Penny-wits , I loathing hate . Though poore , I m'e pure , from such aseruile state . These workes ( fram'don the Anuile of my braine ) My free borne Muse , enfranchise from such shame : In which large Calender , Timists may view , I onely writ to please the World , and you . Your worships friend Nomine & Re : Henry Hutton .

SATYRES . IVrge no time , with whipt , stript Satyrs Lines , With furies scourge whipping depraued times . My muse ( tho fraught ) with such shall not begin T'vncase , vnlace , the centinell of sin : Yet let earths vassailes , pack-horse vnto shame , Know I could lash their lewdnesse , euill fame ; Reade them a Lecture , should their vice imprint With sable lines , in the obdured flint ; Their Mappes of knauery and shame descry , In liuely colours , with a sanguine die ; And tell a tale , should touch them to the quick ; Shold make them startle ; fain themselues cap-sick ; But , that no Patron dare , or will maintaine The awfull subiect of a Satyre's vaine . WHat haue we here ? a mirror of this age , Acting a Comicks part vpon the stage . What Gallant 's this ? His nature doth vnfold Him , to be framed in Phantastes mold . Lo how he iets ; how sterne he shewes his face , Whiles from the wall he passengers doth chase . Muse touch not this man , nor his life display , Ne with sharpe censure gainst his vice inuey : For , sith his humor can no iesting brooke , He will much lesse endure a Satyre's booke . Beshrew me , sirs , I durst not stretch the streete , Gaze thus on conduits scrowls , base vintners beat , Salute a Mad-dame with a french cringe grace , Greete with God-dam-me , a confronting face , Court a rich widow , or my bonnet vaile , Conuerse with Bankrupt Mercers in the Gaile , Nor in a Metro shew my Cupide's fire , Being a french-poxt Ladies apple-squire ; Lest taxing times ( such folly being spide ) With austere Satyres should my vice deride . Nere breath , I durst not vse my Mistrisse Fan , Or walke attended with a Hackney-man , Dine with Duke Humfrey in decayed Paules , Confound the streetes with Chaos of old braules , Dancing attendance on the Black-friers stage , Call for a stoole with a commanding rage , Nor in the night time ope my Ladies latch , Lest I were snared by th' all-seeing Watch : Which Critick knaues , with Lynxes pearcing eye , Into mens acts obseruantly do prye . MVse , shew the rigour of a Satyres art , In harsh Sarcasmes , dissonant and smart . First , to you masse of humors , puffe of winde , Which , Polipe-like , doth enterchange his mind . Note how this Timist , scratching of his pate , Inuents a fable to aduance his state , Venting a Legend of Man , Diuells lies , Which in the eares of potentates must flie . See how he squares it , takes a priuate stand , To Gnathonize , to act it with his hand . Behold his gesture , and his brazen face , How stoutely he doth manage his disgrace . Lo how he whispers in his Masters eare , In 's Closet tattles lest the seruants heare ; Winkes of an eye , and laughs his Lord to scorne , By his attractiue fingers making hornes . His swimming braine , thus being brought to bed , As motiues to his wit , he rabs his head : Then like a ledger at the Tables end , Takes place for an inuited friend ; Applauding in discourse his Masters speech , Admiring's vertu , ore the pot doth preach : Inueies 'gainst ding-thrifts , that their lands haue spent Detesting Ryot more then thin cheekt Lent : Censures base whoredome , with a Mustard face . With a sowre pis-pot visage , doth disgrace A Ruffled Boote , and will in no case stand , In view of a ( sir reuerence ) yellow band . He rayles on Musick , pride , and wines excesse , And from an Organ-pipe himselfe doth blesse . Abhorres a Sattin suit , or veluet cloake , And sayes Tobaccho is the Diuells smoake ; The thought of To . his intrailes more doth gripe , Then Physicks art , or a strong Glister-pipe . Go tell this slaue , his vices shall not passe , Such craftie colts , must feele the Satyres lash . The Lyons skinne a while may shade the Ape : But yet his worship shall not scot-free scape . Though he seeme nice , demeane himself demure , The world perceiues , this Sycophants impure . His Harpies face , dissembling Syrens voyce , Which in each corner make a whistling noyce , Cannot be sconced with each male pretence , Nor blind the world with som misconstru'd sense . We know his thoght concurs not with his word , His mouth speaks peace , his hart intends a sword . None can discerne whence Titan fram'd this mold , Which , Gnato like , doth blowe both hot & cold . O subtle Tyrant , whose corroding hate , Depriues both life , and consummates the state Of senselesse Noddies , who repose in rest , Foster hot embers , Serpents in their brest , Which sparkling flames , t' accomplish vain desire , Makes fooles , their subiects , fuell to the fire ; And like the Viper , fraught with spleenefull maw , The Intralls of their Patrons states doe gnaw . NExt , le ts suruey the Letchers obscoene shame , Rouze him from 's squat , pursuing of the game , Depriue this wel mouth'd dog of his intent , Tracing each footestep , by his fresh made sent , And pinch him with a scandald soule , impure , Note him with Theta , for ay to endure . Wil 't please you view this monster in his glasse ? It best discouers a Phantastick Asse . See how , Narcissus like , the foole doth doate , Viewing his picture , and his guarded coate ; And with what grace , bold actor like he speakes , Hauing his beard precisely cut i th' peake ; How neat's Mouchatoes do a distance stand , Lest they disturbe his lips , or saffron band : How expert he 's ; with what attentiue care , Doth he in method place each stragling haire . This idle Idoll , doth bestow his wit , In being spruce ; in making's ruffe to sit : His daies endeauours are to be compleate , To vse his vestures nitid and facete : For vulgar oathes , he raps forth blood and heart , As coadiutors in the wenching art : In 's frizled Periwig , with bended brow , Sweares at each word : for , to confirm his vow , He holds an oath 's the ornamentall grace Of veniall discourse , befitting's place ; And doth maintaine , in 's humor , To be drunk , Is the preparatiue to loue a punke ; A pipe of To. th' indulgence of his brains , Vsing Potatoes to preserue the Raines . Pale horned Luna , sister to darke Night , In Venus sport he vseth for a light ; Thinking Earth's sable mantle hides his shame , Depriues the terror of swift winged Fame . When darknesse doth eclipse Don Phoebus raies , When nights vast terror hath expelld the daies , Then doth this subiect pase it to Pickt-hatch , Shore-ditch , or Turneball , in despite o th' Watch , And there reposing on his Mistrisse lap , Beg some fond fauour , be 't a golden cap : Plaies with her plume of feathers or her Fan , Wishing he were accepted for her man ; And then at large in ample tearmes doth showe His Cupids dart , and much endured woe , Desiring cure to salue his languisht care , T' expell the willow-garland of despaire : And that he may obtaine his lust , compares Her eyes to starres , to Amber her pounc't hayres : Equalls her hand to Cignets purest white , Which in Maeanders streames do take delight : Her sanguine blush , and ruby painted mold , Vnto Aurora's red , rich Indies gold . Hauing earth 's weaker vassaile ouercome , He bribes a Pandar with some trifling sum ; Doth frolike with the Musick in this vaine , Hearing the Diapason of their straine . Perhaps hee 'l cut a caper , neately prance , And with his Curtail some odde Galliard dance ; Then glutted with his lust make quick dispatch , Pretending hee 's in danger of the Watch : So taking Vale , till some other night , Must be conducted by a Tapers light , Along the streete to his polluted Cell , Where this vile letcher doth inhabit , dwell . He thinkes the secret quietnesse of night , Which with phantasmes doth possesse each sprite , Is a safe shelter to conceale his fact , Hauing no witnesse to record his act . O stupid foole ! the Heauens al-seeing eye , Beholds thy base frequented infamy ; And will repay thee treble , with a pox , For the night-hanting of base Shoreditch smocks ALl haile Tom Tospot : welcome to the Coast. What Paris news canst brag of , or make bost ? Thy phisnomie bewraies thou canst relate Some strange exploits attempted in the State . I know th' hast courted Venus lusting dames , 'T was thy intent when thou tookst ship on Thames . Let 's sympathize thy hap , enioy some sport . What art thou sencelesse , dead-drunk , alla mort ? Gallants , this abiect obiect which you see , Is an old picture of Gentilitie . With Coriat he trauell'd hath by land , To see Christs crosse , the tree where Iudas hangd . Diuelin and Amsterdam his sea crab pase , With other countries moe , did often trace . Earth's circled orbe , he frequent trudged , went , With lesse expences then Tom Odcombe spent : With fewer cloaths , thogh furnisht with mo shifts , With sparing diet , fewe receiued gifts . Tom had one payre of stockins , shooes , one suite ; But Tospots case Tom Coxcombs doth confute . For he has trauell'd all Earths globe a-foote , Without whole cloathes , good stockin , shooe or boote . His ragged iournall , I bemone , condole ; Yet ( God be thankt ) he is return'd all-hole . Tom had assistants , as his bookes report : But Tospot trauell'd voide of all consort ; Hauing no creature with him whiles he slept , Or walkt ; but such as in his bosome crept . Tospot detests all cloaths , hates new found forme , Vnlesse it were no cloaths at all were worne . Which Method ( I dare say ) he would obserue , Goe naked with his com-ragges , beg , and sterue . He is no boasting Thraso which will vant Of his aduentures , penurie , and scant . Yet if you please to reade my slender Muse , I shall describe the humor he doth vse . Tobaccho , Bottle ale , hot Pippin-pies : Such traffique , merchandize , he daily buies . With belly-timber , he doth cram his gut , With double iugges doth his Orexis glut , Sweares a God-dam-me for the tapsters shottes , And may pledge no health lesse then with 2. pots . He has a Sword to pawne in time of neede , A perfect beggers phrase wherewith to pleade For maintenance , when his exhausted store Is profuse lauisht on some pockie whore . Tibornes triangle trees will be the thing , Must send this knaue to Heauens in a string . MOunsier Brauado , are you come t' outface , With your Mouchatoes , gallants of such place ▪ Pack hence , it is an humor to contend , In a brauado , with your neerest friend . Wee 'l not contest or squabble for a wall , Nor yet point field , though you vs vassailes call . Inuent some other subiect to employ Your gilded blade , your nimble footed boy . Correct your frizled locks , and in your glasse Behold the picture of a foolish Asse . Barter your lowsie sutes for present gaine , Vnto a Broker in rich Birchin lane . Compile a sonnet of your Mistrisse gloue . Copy some Odes t' expresse conceited loue . Ride with your sweet-heart in a hackney coach . Pick quarrells for her sake , set fraies on broach . Vse Musicks harmony ( which yeelds delight ) Vnder your Ladies window in the night . Stretch with a plume , & cloak wrapt vnder th' arm . Yong Gallants glories soone will Ladies charme . S'foot walke the streets , in cringing vse your wits . Suruey your Loue , which in her window sits . Black-Friers , or the Palace-garden Beare , Are subiects fittest to content your eare . An amorous discourse , a Poets wit , Doth humor best your melancholy fit . The Globe to morrow acts a pleasant play , In hearing it consume the irkesome day . Goe take a pipe of To. the crowded stage Must needs be graced with you and your page . Sweare for a place with each controlling foole , And send your hackney seruant for a stoole . Or if your Mistrisse frowne , seeme malecontent . Then let your Muse be cloistred vp , ypent . Be loue sicke , and harsh Madrigalls expresse , That she may visit you in such distresse . I 'me sure you haue some pamphlet , idle toy , Which you rate high , esteeme a matchlesse ioy . Where 's your Tobacco box , your steele & touch ? Roarers respect , and value these too much . Where is your larum watch your Turkies Ring , Muske-comfits , bracelets , & such idle things ? Y' are nak't as Adam if you haue not these , And your endeauours cannot Ladies please . If you the Gallants title will assume , Goe vse th' Apothecarie for perfume , Weare eare-rings , iewels , cordiuants strong sent , Which comely ornaments dame Nature lent . Fy , fy : you are to blame , which times misspend , That for a trifling cost will lose a friend . Do not contend in each frequented Lane , With euere idle coxcombe , busie braine : But your Mineruaes industry employ , Your Ladies golden tresses to enioy . Record your name in some rich Mercers note , That tradesmen may come pull you by the coate . And in th' abysse of Vintners chalked score , Shipwrack good fortune , run thy state on shoare . Diue in Mechanicks books , till in the streete Seargeants arrest , conuey thee to the Fleete , And there in durance cag'd , consume with woe , Beg with a purse , and sing Fortune 's my foe . WRite , Poetaster : fy for shame , your dayes Wil dy without remembrancers of praise . 'T pitty , such a pregnant witty verse Should be intombed in the fatall herse . Confine your Muse some tractates to compile , In scanned Metre , or condigner stile ; That Earth's milde censure may applauding blaze Your Phoenix quill , with volleys of great prayse . Why art so slowe ? the Trophies will bee lost , Vnlesse you wright , all Fortunes shall be crost . What canst thy stile prohibit ? gazing mute , Where Earth's contending for the golden fruite ? You vilifie your selfe with endlesse shame , Imposing scandall to each Poets name . I grieue he should be silent , in despite Of all the Muses , which Sarcasmies write . He doth resemble Minstrells in each thing ; Inuited once , hee ' l neyther play , nor sing ; Vnbidden , will inuey against each friend , Incessant write great volumes without end . The amorist which doth your wardrobe keepe , Admires your sluggish Muse is yet asleepe . He should a riming Madrigall compose ; And wanting you , must tell his griefs in prose . The wenches they exclayme , cry out , and call For Poetasters workes extemporall . The alehouse tippler , he protests , your Muse Greatly dishonours him , with grosse abuse , Infringing promise : which you lately made , Concerning Libells , that should touch the trade , He gaue you earnest after you were wooed , A dozen of strong liquor he bestowed , To bathe your Muse , to make your fluent vai Apt to despise a Satyres taxing braine . The idle Minstrell , he cries out of wrong , Because you doe his sonnets still prolong . You iniure much his treble squeaking note , Depriues him of the townships armes , red coate . Such wrongs may not passe free : inuent a theam , Rouze vp your Muse from her conceited dreame . Giue him a cup of Ale , a pipe of To : And let him to his priuate study go . Hee 'l breake a iest , when he has drunke a glasse , Which shal for currant mongst the tapsters passe , And rime to any word you can propound , Although a Metre for it , nere were found , Wright Panegyricks in the praise of 's friend , Make compleat verses , on his fingers end . He has a subiect he did late inuent , Will shame the riming sculler , Iack a Lent . 'T is writ in print ; perhaps you 'l see 't anon , 'T was made of Robin Hood and little Iohn . 'T wil be discouerd er 't be long ; and ly Vnder the bottome of a pippin-py , Be pind to Capons backs to shroude the heate , Fixt to some solid ioynt of Table meate . Wish it be put to no worse seruice , then To shelter the scorcht Caponet or Hen. I pray 't may haue such office , worthy place , Yet feares 't must suffer vile rebuke , disgrace . Iack out of office wee 't ere long shall finde ‛ ●th house of office , being mew'd , confinde . Well though it be , yet for the Muses sakes , Hee 'l pen a pithie tractate of A-iax . I wish he would reserue A-iax in minde , T will serue but for A-iax and come behinde : For men adiudge the volumes of this foole , Worthie no chayre , scarce to deserue the stoole . Let cease the clamor of thy hotchpot verse , The stupid pots , or sencelesse streetes to pearce . The doggrell discord of thy long legd rime , Defameth Poets , scandalize the time . Your mock-verse Muse deserueth nought but fire , The beggers whipstock , or the Gallowes hire . In silence spend the reliques of your dayes : For being mute you will attaine most prayse . Auoide each Satyres lash , censures of times , Which doe deriding read pot-Poets rimes . THe crane-throate hell , of this depraued age , Earths belly-god , let 's view vpon the stage . See how the squadron of his full fraught panch Out-squares the straightnes of his narrow hanch , Making his stumppes supporters to vpholde This masse of guttes , this putrefied molde . His belly is a Cesterne of receit , A grand confounder of demulcing meate . A Sabariticke Sea , a depthlesse Gulfe , A sencelesse Vulture , a corroding Wolfe . Behold this Helluo , how he doth glut , Fill ( like a wallet ) his immeasurde gut , Cramming his stomack with vncessant loade , Like a stuft bladder , hates bigge swelling Toade ; And rammes his panch , that bottomlesse abysse , As if to glut were legall , promis'd blisse . All 's fish that comes to net , this Harpy's tooth Eates what 's within the compasse of his mouth . His table-talke hates hunger , more then vice , Railes against fortune , cheating , cards , and dice , Enuies'gainst actors , taxing such as fight , Or in Tobacco doe repose delight , And thousand subiects mo exactly scannes , Rayling on cloakebagge breeches , yellow bands ; Wishing the fencing-schooles might be supprest , And all saue belly-timber doth detest . This large discourse his gluttony doth cloake , Are motiues his Orexis to prouoke . Which being fraught , till sences are a mort , At noone tide to concoct he takes a snort . His drowsie sences hudwinkt in a cap , Leaning vpon his chaire do take a nap . Conferre his belly with his lower part , And you 'l adiudge dame Natures rarest art Made not this bulke , infusing life , or blood , In such vnsquared timber , vnheawn wood . He 's more mishapen then Crete's monstrous sin , Deformed both without , and eke within . His circled panch , is barrell like rotound , Like earths vast concaues hollow , and profound . His hanches which are lockt as in some box , With the straight compasse of a Par a-dox , He doth into so little compasse bring , As if they should be drawne through Gyges ring , So that he seemes as if black Vulcans art , Of diuerse fossiles had compil'd each part ; As if some taylor had bound on with points , Nero's great belly , to staru'd Midas ioynts . I could discipher this huge map of shame , And liuely pourtrait his abhorred name , Wer 't not that Criticks would debase , reuile , Censure the sharpenesse of a Satyres stile . 'T is shame , such vipers , all deuouring Hell , Should be indured in our Coasts to dwell . We can frame nothing of such naughtie Earth , Except a storehouse in the time of dearth ; Or beg this Minotaure , when he doth die , T' make dice of 's bones or an Anatomie . I le therefore leaue him in his pan-warm'd bed , Resting on 's pilllow his distempr'd head . Wer 't not for censures , I should make him prance , Skip at the Satyr's lash , leade him a dance , Vnrip his bowels , and Anatomize His filthy intrailes , which he doth much prize . But taxing times such proiects doe confute , Silence sterne Satyres , warnes them to be mute . The golden dayes are chang'd , when Foxes sins Passe scot free , marching in the Lyons skins ; When corrupt times may complot wrong , or right Without controule , of contradicting might . MY treatise next must touch ( thogh somwhat late ) A woman creature most insatiate . See this incarnate monster of her sex , Play the virago , vnashamde , perplext . See Omphale her effeminated king , Basely captiue ; make him doe any thing . Her whole discourse is of Guy Warwicks armes , Of errant Knights , or of blinde Cupids charmes . Her ciuill gesture , is to faigne a lie In decent phrase , in true Ortographie . Her modest blush , immodest shame , O fy , 'T is grand disgrace to blush , indignity . She counts him hut a Nazard , halfe a-mort , That will not iumble , vse dame Venus sport . To kisse , to call , t' admire her painted face And doe no more ; ignoble , vile disgrace . She likes his humor which plaies for the marke , Affects the man that 's expert in the darke . With costly vnguents she depaints her browes , Calls them the palace of chast Hymens vowes . And yet this statue for her honor'd trade , With eu'ry vassaile will be vnderlaide . Her sole delight is fixed in a fan , Or to walke vsherd by a proper man . Nature hath polisht each externall part Of this vile dame with Oratories Art ; Making each limb an Oratour , defence , To maske her scandall with some good pretence . Doe but conferre and note her priuate speech , Her diuine frame , will passe your humane reach . Shee 'l complement , pathetically act A tragick story , or a fatall fact . Liuely discouer Cupid and his bowe , Manage his sauage quiuer in her brow , Court so compleately , rarely tune a song , That she will seeme a Dido for a tongue , And by the vertue of all-conquering sight , Infuse euen life in him , that has no sprite . Her golden phrase will rauish so your eares With amorous discourse , pale louers teares , That you would iudge her rarest parts diuine , Deeme her a virgin of chast Vestaes shrine . Yet this proud Iezabell , so nice , demure , Is but a painted Sepulchre impure . Shee seemes a Saint ( in conference being hard ) Yet is more spotted then the Leopard . Though she bestow her vigilancie , care , In coyning phrases , pouncing of her hayre : Yet are her Legends , golden masse of wit , But like Apocrypha , no sacred writ . All 's not authenticall the which she pleades , Or wholsome doctrine , that she daily reades . Cease , austere Muse , this counterfeit to touch : Y' haue spoke Satyricall , I doubt , too much . I le rather pitty , then enuy , inuay , Their Kalender of wretch'nesse to display , Shutting my Muse in silence , least she strip This Saint-like creature with a Satyres whip . I blush , my quill with so immodest face Abruptly pointed at her great disgrace , Loathing the subiect of a Satyres stile , Discernes desert , which should this sect defile . Pardon my Muse ( kinde sirs ) she whips not all Whom we in specie do women call . 'T is Corinths Lais , Romes confronting whore , Which like the Hellespont we run on shore ; Such as resemble Dian in their deedes , I meane in giuing large Actaeons heads . These are the Subiects which demerit blame , And such we tax with earths eternall shame . Applauding such chast Philomels , whose loue , Idem , per idem , doth most constant proue . FINIS .

SHould I commend you Satyres ? faith no , tushy . 'T is an old Prouerbe , Good wine needes no bush . If ye demerit earth's condigner laude , Let grauer censures grace you with applaude . If ye deserue no Poets Lawrell stem , Be ye base Orphans , I disclaime ye then . To praise good works 't were shame , indigne , and vile , For none but counterfeits do prayse their stile . Good , is but good ; and no man can more say : To praise the bad , makes Satyrists inuay . Goe seeke your fortunes , be it good or bad If bad , I 'le greiue ; if good , I shall be glad . Henry Hutton .

To the Reader . HEark , ye yong Roysters , that with Inkehorn stuffe Delude the state , and rayle the world in snuffe : Let me , in Court'sie , beg a friendly Q , When you haue spent your mouths vpon the view . Chop logick , chaw your cuds ; some leisure giue . My Muse , which doth at rack and manger liue , Must halt about the marke ; for she 's not flight : And yet , though slowe , she sometims speaks aright . I feare no colours : Let mad Satyres write . The Curres which barke the most , do seldome bite . Let coxcombs curry fauour with a fee , Extoll their braines , with Claw me , I 'l claw thee . I write the truth : If any fault you see , Impute it to ill readings , not to me . Dispence with my bold quill : if she be fell , I doe it for the best : I wish all well . Conniue yong wits ( which on your humors stand ) I 'l , with the Prouerbe , Turne the Cat it h'band . And ere ye iarre , for Peace sake giue the way ; Sith few , or none , with edg'd tooles safely play .

SATYRICALL Epigrams .

Ad Lectorem . Epi. 1. REader , I must present you a Shrimp-fish : I hope you 'l make no bones to tast this dish . It is no Carpe , vnlesse you giv 't that note : Which if you doe , I wish 't were in your Throate .

Ad Momum . Epi. 2. MOmus , I wish your loue , and humbly crav 't : My suite is for the same ; pray let me hav 't . If that you think , according be not best , A Cording be your end : and so I rest .

Maltsters ill Measure . Epi. 3. SVch Maltsters , as ill measure sell for gaine , Are not mere knaues , but also knaues in Grain .

De Equisone . Epi. 4. CAn Equiso be wauering as the winde ? Faith no ; for he is of a Stable kinde .

In Caluum . Epi. 5. THe Commonty complaine , Caluus of late , By hook , & crook , by pouling gaineth state : Yet he protests , he takes few bribed gifts , And powling scornes aboue all other shifts ; Appealing to his barber , who doth sweare , He is not worth one hayre to reach one eare . Then , sith you tax him with this faultlesse ill , He 'l leaue off-powling , and begin to pill .

Epi. 6. KInde Kit disdaines that men him fool do call . What is he else ? Faith , nothing but Wit-all .

An action of the Case . Epi. 7. SHouldring a Minstrell , in a Lane , I broke His Violls case , by an vnlucky stroke : Who swore he would complain , to vent his grudg . And what care I , what any law will iudge : For why ? I will maintaine it , face to face , 'T can be no more , but th' action of the Case .

Epi. 9. TOm-Cobbler sold his tools , a matter small : And yet vnto this day he keepeth Awl .

Epi. 10. RObin has for Tobaccho sold his chaire , Reseruing nothing but a stoole for 's lare : Whence all men iudge , this silly sottish foole , Though seldome sick , goes often to the Stoole .

God a-mercy Horse . Epi. 11. A Friend , who by his horse receiu'd a fall , Made bold ( he swore ) in priuate for to call . I made him welcome , as dame Nature bindes All those to doe that beare affecting mindes . Yet sith his steede did him vnwilling force , I thank not him , but God a-mercy Horse .

Epi. 12. FRancisco vants he gaue his wife the horn . She frouns , she frets , & takes the news in scorn . And thogh you did ( quoth she ) yet you , indeed , Must weare the horne , because you are the Head .

De Caluo . Epi. 13. CAluus protests , for foes he doth not care : For why ? they cannot take from him one hair .

In Purum . Epi. 14. PVrus doth sermons write , & scripture quote ; And therfore may be tearm'd a man of Note .

In Causidicum . Epi. 15. CAusidicus wears patched cloathes , some bruit ; And must doe so : for he has nere a suite .

De fabro lignario . Epi. 16. TOm Ioyner sold his tooles , and cloaths of 's britch , To cure the scab ; and yet he has an Itch.

Epi. 17. A Cuckold is a dangerous beast . Why so ? Nam Cornu ferit ille : Caueto .

De Vinoso . Epi. 18. VInosus is a Verbe , his persons good , And must be form'd in the Potentiall mood : In which sole mood , we find each drunken man . For , commonly , they 're known by the sign , Can.

Epi. 19. WOmen by nature doe a Nazzard spight , Because he 's a light-horseman & wants weight .

Epi. 20. IAck-Cut-purse is , & hath been patient long . For , he 's content to pocket vp much Wrong .

Epi. 21. TOm vow'd to beat his boy against the wall : And as he strook , he forthwith caught a fall . The Boy , deriding , said I will auerre , Y' haue done a thing , you cannot stand to , sir.

Epi. 22. IN an outlandish Port , where there were store Of bloudy Pyrats taken on the shore , The Magistrate did build ( of squared stone ) A payre of Gallowes , for to hang them on . And being askt , why they so strong were made , Replied ; that woodden Gallowes soone decaid , They would not last one age ; but now his care , Had built strong Gallowes for himselfe , and 's heire

De Balliuo . Epi. 23. HOw dare ye with a Baliue squabble , broile . Disturbe the streetes with vproares , endlesse coil ? Though he be poore , yet offer no disgrace : Baliues are men of-Calling in their place .

Epi. 24. BEll , though thou die decrepit , lame , forlorne , Thou wast a man of Metall , I 'l be sworne .

Crooktbacks payment . Epi. 25. CRookt-back , to pay old scores , wil sell his state : And though he do , he 'l neuer make all strait .

In Gallam . Epi. 26. GAlla , 't is said of late , is brought to bed : And yet in Hymens rites she nere was wed . Which makes the vulgar iudge , & censure on her , That she betimes begun to take vpon her .

Tims wound . Epi. 27. AT quarter blowes , Tim did of late receiue A bruise vpon his head , that doth him grieue : Which , hauing issue , makes friends tax his deed , And iesting say ; Tim has a running head .

Epi. 28. PHantastes chaf't t' expresse his raging wit , Because his stockins did not neately sit ; And strictly askt his man , what as he thought Concerning's stockin he had lately bought Who said , I think though 't seeme too straight by half , Twod fit ; but that you are too great i th' Calfe .

De Conspicilio . Epi. 29. AN aged man , which spectacles did vse , Hauing them filcht , begun one time to muse , Fearing the thiefe would not his sights restore ; But rather plot how to deceiue him more . Feare not said one , the matter is but Light ; And ten to one , but they will come to Sight .

De Chirotheca . Epi. 31. A Friend protested he was strangely crost , Because ( forsooth ) his wedding gloues were lost But on your gloues , I said , sir do not stand ; I warrant you , ere long they ' l come to Hand .

Trim's Care . Epi. 32. NEat Barber , Trim , I must commend thy care , Which doest all things exactly , to a Hayre .

Epi. 33. TOm Chamberlayne doth from his guests conuey The fired logs which they accompt for pay : Now Tom may sweare , and therein be no lyer , That all he has , is gotten out o th' fire .

Idle words . Epi. 34. OF Idle-words , no capitall delict , One was arraigned ; by the lawes conuict ; Adiudg'd to lose his eares : which he denide ; Complotting to escape , But one replide , The Pillory t' escape spend not your wit : When all is done , you must giue-Eare to it .

De Thaide . Epi. 36. THais , her Vrine to a Doctour bore : Who askt her , if she were a maide . She swore 'T so . My wench ( quoth he ) thou art beguild ; My Art descries that thou hast had a childe : What kind of maide art then ? She blushing said , And 't like your worship , sir , a Chamber-maide .

In Lesbiam . Epi. 38. THe sanguine dy of Lesbia's painted face , Is often argued for a doubtfull Case . The color's hers , she swears : not so some thought it . And true she swears : for I know where she bought it .

De Gallo . Epi. 39. KInde Cock is not a cock o th' kind , I feare . His hen wud bring forth chickins , if he were : Yet she hath none . Then surely , gentle reader , He is no Cock ; onely a Capon-treader .

De Cornuto . Epi. 40. COrnutus did receiue a hurt on 's thigh : Of which , I am perswaded , he ' l not die . The wound 's not mortall thogh it inward bled Because the Signe rules most in Cornute's head .

Epi. 41. WOmen are Saints : yet was not she a sp●● That almost slew her husband with 〈◊〉

The Case is altred . Epi. 42. TOm Case ( some do report ) was lately halted . If this be true , why then the Case is alterd

Ad Caecum . Epi. 43. CAecus , I pray respect your honest name , Auoide the scandall of succeeding shame . Y' haue an ill eye , so some do often chat : 'Mongst other faults , pray haue an Ey to that

In Superbum . Epi. 44. SVperbus swaggers with a Ring in 's eare ; And likewise , as the custome is , doth weare About his neck a Ribbin and a Ring : Which makes men think , that he 's proud of a string .

Tospots reckonings . Epi. 45. TOspot is chosen steward of the house , To sum their commons ; as eld seruants vse . I thinke he ' l reckonings more compleatly cast , Then any steward that this place has past . For certaine , after drinkings , or a feast , He casts-vp Recknings once a weeke at least .

Epi. 46. WIll squabled in a Tauern very sore , Because one brought a Gill of wine ; no more . Fill me a quart ( quoth he ) I 'me called Will : The prouerbe is , Each Iack will haue his - Gill.

Tom's Valour . Epi. 47. ONe hundreth grosse of points Tom tooke in pay , Of bankrupt Mercers which were in decay , Whence som report , that knew his fearful ioints , That Tom's grown stout , & stands vpon his Points .

Epi. 48. GVido doth rage , because one iesting said , That he of late had got a goodly head . What man dare giue me hornes ( quoth ) he for 's life ? No Man , said one : if any , 't is your wife . Whiles men you tax , the halfe man you exclude And she , the whole man doth with horns delude .

De Milone . Epi. 49. MIlo doth vant he 's strong , and yet contend To take the wall of open foes , and frend . Then sure he 's weake , which will in discord fall For it ; sith none but weakest go to th' wall .

EPIGRAMS . Epi. 50. A Proctour was t' examine in the Court A wench . And he , disposed to make sport , Did aske the maid , what he should call her name . Why , maid ( quoth she ) or else it were great shame . Pray , speake aduised , quoth this gibing clearke ; You must take Oath of it , and therefore marke . The wench , selfe-guilty , to him blushing said , Pray stile me single woman , leaue out maid .

To his inconstant mistrisse . Epi. 51. FAine would I prayse , yet dare not write my minde , Lest thou sholdst vary like th' vncertain wind .

Ep. 52. A Felon , iudg'd to dy for filching ware , At his confessing did himselfe compare , In Metaphors , vnto the world ; wherein Contayned is the Sentinell of sin . The hang-man , hearing this , when they had praid , Began to scoffe , and thus deriding said ; I may attempt what I desire , were 't Land : For why ? I haue the world now in a Band.

De Crepidario . Epi. 53. SHoo-makers are the men ( without all doubt ) Be 't good or bad , that set all things on foot .

De Vitriario . Epi. 54. A Glazier which endeauours to reape gaines , Endureth toyle , is troubled much with Panes .

Epi. 55. MIller , such Artists as thy pulses feeles , Affirme , thy gadding head doth runne on wheeles .

Epi. 56. FAt-back , you are too blame which friends wil crosse . Go too : you shew your selfe a knaue in grosse .

Epi. 57. TAylors worke much , beleeue 't , & take great paine : Yet , Masons worke far harder i 'l maintain .

Epi. 58. DOth Iane demerit well ? I pray , why so ? For her good carriage , which all men know .

Epi. 59. PRay , pardon Praeco's compotations : His head is full of Proclamations .

In Gulam . Epi. 60. BAse Gula , with his teeth , & nailes doth teare The commons which he eateth any where : Now , we may say , What Gula doth assayle , He will accomplish it with Tooth-and-Naile .

Epilogus . WHat Satyres write , or Cabalists do iudge , I weigh but small ; sith they beare all men grudg . What Momists censure , or the roring sect ; Be what it will , t is but their dialect : And such applause , like to their thred-bare coate , Would but pollute me with some euill note . I doe referre my Muse , vnto such eyes , Which truely can their iudgements equalize ▪ Such , will be meanes , to saue her from the fire ▪ And if neede stand , to draw Dun out i th' mire . H. H. D.

IXIONS Wheele . FOrtune empaling Ioue with honors crowne , Making him victor in the Titans fight : Mars hauing trod perforce proud Saturne down , Depriuing Titan of 's vsurped right : These cosupremes , which ouer-rule the fate , Enthronize him in Saturn's regall state . Which gratefull God , in honor of his name , To Mars did dedicate the crownes of Bay ; And in Olympus did a feast ordayne , To solemnize the glory of this day . Each sacred Deity , had free accesse To be partaker of such happinesse . Hermes did trudge , a iolly foote-mans pase , T' inuite the Rectors of the Spheres sublime . He nimbly trips the sun-Gods circled race , Commands each power , of the Olympick clime , To celebrate this festiuall , in lieu Of all the triumphs , which to Mars were due . Which thankefull Guests , their ioynt consents all To gratulate their kinde affecting Host ; And , of the store which they in promptu haue gaue , ( As a requitall of his profuse cost ) Do , plena manu , regall bounties send , Whiles to exceede in giuing they contend . Pan did the first fruites of his fold present . Neptune sent Quailes ; and Bacchus foming vines . Ceres did immolate , with like intent , Autumn's rich Prime , and Terra's golden mines . No God there was but sent , for loue or feare , Condigne presents to augment their cheere . At length , in vestures nitid , and faccte , To Ioues high court , Heauens Synod did repaire : Whose braines were busied how to be compleat To place themselues in method , formall , square , Whiles maior powers , affect new forged shapes , The minors aemulate like . Aesops Apes . Warres austere God , with stout Achilles Lance , And wrinkled browes , doth Thrasouize it , rage : Cornuted Phoebe , in her coach , doth prance : Bacchus , with Grapes , doth stretch it on the stage , Whiles this cup-saint , too lauish and profuse , Embrew's his Temples in their liquid iuice . Apollo , Venus , Cupid God of loue , And chast Aurora Goddesse of the Morne , With all the remnant of the powers aboue , In royall vestures did their corps adorne . Thus they contend ( if eminent in place ) T' exceede in gesture , vesture , decent grace . Vulcan except , who from his Anuile hies , Lymping vnto the Trough , to scoure his face , And colly fists ; then , with his apron dries The same , thinking them fit for such a place : He , hating pride , vaine-glory , did not striue , Or acmulate , to be superlatiue . The Smith of Lemnos , malecontent , did grudge That Dis should loyter for his shackling chaines : Yet , being iealous , he 's constrain'd to trudge , Lest , whiles he toyle , some other reape the gains . Curling his locks , he therefore , halfe a mort , Doth halting vsher Venus to the Court. Swift winged Hermes , did Ixion cite , The last , to dance attendance at this feast : Who , swolne with pride of his puissance , might , Sate with the Gods as a coequal guest : And though vnworthy to assume such place , Yet did his thoughts aspire for greater grace . Earths Mortall , with Immortalls being plac't , Tooke Dedall , flight ; with Icarus would climbe ; With Phaeton the deities disgrac't , Deposing him , for his vndecent crime . Princes , in pride , attempt those vaine designes , Which often times their vmpires vndermines . While mighty Ioue , with Orpheus sweetest hymns , Aptly concording to Arions Lute , With boauls of Nectar , crowned to the brims , His noble guests doth gratulate , salute , This lusting king endeauours in despite To wrong his Host , to casheer Hymen's right . Bacchus moyst vapours , which doe sursum fume , Ixions braine so much intoxicate , That in his cup he did ( too rash ) presume T' attempt the act : which he repents too late . So potent are Don Bacchus nociue charmes , That they intrude into apparent harmes . Rapt with Queene Iunoes loue , whiles he did fix So princely obiect in an abiect eye , His ioyes with sorrowes he doth intermix : For , sanctum sinnes doe often soare too hie . Which grand default , few Amorists can finde ; Because the naked God of loue is blinde . He languisht long , abhorring to reueale , T' expresse his dolours in externall shew : Yet they , more vrgent whiles he would conceale , Like Hydra's heads , did pullulate , renew . For , shrowded embers , which cannot aspire , Assuming force , become the greatest fire . With chast Adonis blush , at length in art He did vncase those griefs which were represt , And did the tenor of his cares impart : For words yeeld solace to distempred brests , Asswage the deluge of eternall woe , Which ( Sea-like ) alternatim , ebbe and flowe . The prime allurement , which Ixion vs'd To rob this Matron of her prizelesse fame , Were Mamons gifts ; which women seld refuse , Although in obloquie they drowne their name . For Fates decreed , each womans weaker power Should not resist faire Danae's golden showre . His crowne of Thessalie , with Tagus sand , And mineralls of Ganges golden shore , He gratis did preferre into her hand , Wishing such Oratours might loue implore . T' enioy base lust he would his life condemne , Hazard his state , and princely Diadem . The modest queen ( which waxed red with same ) Like one that 's planet-strooke , remayned mute : Collecting strength ( t' auoid succeeding fame ) She did repell his base , immodest sute : Yet , more importunate , though she despise , He non-plust once , againe will rethorize . Lady ( quoth he ) behold my harmelesse heart , Which doth , captiu'd , in Sibyls durance liue . Like to Achilles Lance , my endlesse smart You must recure , which did the anguish giue : Or I , poore Tymon , must my date expire , Whiles Furies torture me in Cupid's fire . Sometimes , in the Abysse of Loue I freeze , Like frigid places of the Artick clime : Againe , excessiue heate those stormes appease , Scorching like Phoebus in her fiery prime Thus I , whom Titan fram'd of prittie mold , Both at one instant , burn , and am key-cold . My passiue humors , and distemperd thoughts , Do stimulate proud Sillaes lre : debates Vaine-hopes , which hote desires doe bring to nought , Fiercely pursues with Theoninus hates ; Waging such warre within my soule diuine , That Troian fraies , were plays , compar'd with mine . No Artists skill , nor deity aboue , Can mee restore to my desired blisse . The Energia sole is fixt in loue , Which may recure my cares remedilesse . At Loue I ayme ; yet haue no crosser foe : Whose peruerse wrath , my state would ouerthrow Thus doth he Syllogize , halfe malecontent , With fallacies sophisticating teares ; And thus discourse , vnkindnesse to preuent , Whilst sighs vnrip his melancholy feares : Yet vaine the king pursues a bootelesse chase , His Deere doth tappasse in a priuate place . Whiles he acutely argu'd this hard text , With writs of errour trauersing his sute ; Ioues constant Daphne , timorous , perplext , His focall arguments doth still confute : Yet forward loue , which in extreames will erre , Vniting force , doth wage a second warre . Now by authentick reasons he doth pleade , Vrging examples to confirm his case ; Corroborating his vndecent deede , With Corinth's strumpets , which their sex debase , A subtle shist to curry-fauour's truce : For , old examples women most seduce . The Nymphs , to Vesta consecrated pure , Which did ( quoth he ) their youthfull daies confine , Like Ancors in a Caue , to liue secure , Only deuoted to the vestall Shrine : These trode their shooes awry , & did transgresse , Reputing it a frailty of the flesh . The Sun-god Phoebus , subiect , bow'd to loue ; Though he were crowned with a willow-with . Faire Cytherea had ( as records proue ) A leash of loues , beside black Lemnos smith . And Vulcan spi'd false carding . What of it ? He was adiudg'd but Iealous , wanting wit . Sole Monarch of the sky , whom Cupid's charms , And fatall Quiuer , did incite to lust , In louely Arethusa's azure armes Did oft repose ; although it were vniust . Latmus can witnesse , and Parnassus Plaine , She plaid the wanton with a shepheards-swaine . Examine Hermes , if he lou'd , or no , Whiles he with Herse priuate did conferre , Hee 'l not disclaime his wenching acts , I trowe , Or that with Venus he did wilfull erre . Thus lou'd the churlish starres . Then why shold I Poore Saturnist , a distract louer die . Nor wert thou chast , great Ioue : the wedlock band In Hebe's , and Alemena's armes thou broke : Tindar's proud bride thou vsed at command ; Captiu'd Calisto in a lustfull yoke ; And with these Paramours hast led thy life , Wronging the pleasures of a iealous wife . What if great Iupiter , with Lynx his eyes , Should censure , that chast Hera were too kinde With Hermes spells , I would coniure his spies , Till I enioy'd the solace of my minde . Admit , you should disclose in outward shew Apparent loue , it were but quid pro quo . Suppose , that Earth impanneld a grand Quest , And that the Barre of Law should rack this act : It would be thought a Quaere at the best ; Sith affi-dauit of our conceal'd fact Could not be made ; whiles of each Gods know shame A sempiternall probate shall remaine . Hee vrg'd the Queene too farre : yet she excus'd Fearing malignant times the fame would broach And doth obiect , that beautie 's oft abus'd , Oft scandaliz'd with vulgar tongues reproach . For , slander set on foote , though false , will run , And currant passe , in eu'ry Momists tongue . Beautie 's a common marke , apt to offence ( Quoth she ) when roysters roue , or Court vnwise Bad fame will blab , & forge some lewd pretence Be amours nere so secret , or precise : No fond suspect her iealous eare can scape , For , she will colour 't in a liuely shape . Should I , vpon such tearmes , ere condiscend , I double , treble , should mine honour staine . What essence then my error durst defend , If true accusers should my vice arraigne ? In vaine it were to fly from Argus watch , If in the net , Ioue , Mars with Venus catch . The vnchast king , now silent , all a mort , Abruptly interrupts her subtile speech ; And , vi & armis , must enioy his sport , Moue her perforce to cuckoldry , spouse-breach . He begd before ; but now commands his lust : And she consents , lest Ioue their talke mistrust . Who whilest they , pro & contra , argued thus , Suspected misdemeanor in his Guest ; Yet did conceale , because he sate non plus , Drowning despaire in his disquiet brest . Ioue feared guile ( Mendozas well can gloze ) And therefore vrged Iuno to disclose . Who , putting finger in the eye , declares This large discourse ; which Ioue vnkindely takes The lust seem'd vile , such impudence was rare : Which to defraude , he of a cloude did make Chast Iunoes like ; a formall shape inuents , Which , graphice , her stature represent . Apollo's wagon , hauing left his sphere , Drawing the starry curtaine of the night , This false Idea did in state appeare , To pay lusts king his long desir'd delight : Whom he embrac't ( yet was deceiud God wot ) And of a cloude the massy Centaures got . Obtained lust his brest could not containe : In Thrasoe's tearmes he vants this act obscene , Falsely accusing Hera in disdaine , Making lusts Queane , corriuall with the Queene . Such are mens faults ; they cannot onely horne , But must divulge , & laugh the wrongd to scorne . The Irefull God , which was supposed , wrong , To weare a cuckolds badge , an armed head , All court affaires adiourneth , doth prolong , And coram nobis , scans this shamefull deede . Lest by delay truth should be staind , forgot , He wisely strikes now whilst the Iron 's hot ; And of high treason doth the king indite ( For faults are great which touch a mighty foe ) Who by a quest of Quaere which iudge right ( Too strictly sentenc't to eternall woe ) Was , by that Synod in Olympus held , Condemn'd , contemn'd , and from his Throne expeld . To pleade , or to recant , it was too late : Th' arraigned king condemned stands , conuict ; Whom the three lusticers of Limbos state , With new deuised penalties inflict . Hell's fatall iudgement , is a iust reward , For such as Hymenaeus rites discard . Fixt to the rigour of a tumbling wheele , Which Furies moue , and euer restlesse turnes , This type of lust , hells terrour amply feeles , Whiles Serpents sting , and Hecats furnace burnes . Thus , by iust doome , to Styx his soule did dive Being enrold amongst the damned fiue . Great mirth did Dis , and Preserpina keepe , To giue a welcome to this leane-chapt Ghost . The triple-headed Cur awoke from sleepe . Caron , in hast , his flaming Ferry crost ; Who with the Furies , which then leasure found , Salutes this guest , and hopt a merry round . Tantal had lap enough : each ayry sprite , And starued Ghost , had plenty of good-cheere . Alecto skipt , with Bacchus being light , And plaid the diuell , voide of loue or feare ; Whiles grim Megaera tore th' inuectiue scroles , Chasing the fiends with euer-burning coles . A greater racket was not kept in Hell , When Hecat got the Diuells leaue to play . So far this Chaos doth the wont excell , That former tortures are a ciuill day . Stones , tubs , & wheeles , do tumble vp & down , So that no Ghost escap't a broken crowne . And all this time , Ixion , in a maze , Spectator like , beheld the Furies sport ; At length , asham'd to stand still mute at gaze , Doth spend his mouth , and reuell in like sort ; Till leuell coyle , which issued from the Pot , Made hell , still hell , their quarrels were so hot . Minos was shreudly checkt because the Ghosts Disturb'd the Gods with their unruly coile : Which Quorum Iustice 〈…〉 To chaine each Furie to his former toile : And eke the stranger which in clanks did lurke . By strict command ; 〈◊〉 vnto his worke . Whose restlesse paines my poore 〈…〉 , With Agamemnon's vaile , must rudely maske . By Herc'les 〈…〉 And from this briefe , the totall of his taske . 〈◊〉 by lust in Limbo doth he dwell : Lust 〈…〉 , his death , both Heauen , & Hell . Henry Hutton . Dunelmensis