Aulus Persius Flaccus his Satires translated into English, by Barten Holyday Mr of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford

AVLVS PERSIVS FLACCVS HIS SATIRES TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH , BY BARTEN HOLYDAY Mr of Arts , and Student of Christ-Church in Oxford .

Hinc trahe que dicas , mensamque relinque Mycenis Cum capite & pedibus —

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AT OXFORD , Printed By Ioseph Barnes , Printer to the Vniversitie , 1616.

TO THE READER .

IVdicious Reader ( for to Thee as to a Iust Patrone , I make my Dedication ) with the true stingenuity I submit these my endeavours , the not vnprofitable recreations only of severer studies . To exsite thy attention , I may without ambition say it ●s a New thing , Persius Vnderstood . When first entertained the attempt , I was opposed by see●ing-insuperable difficulties : The labouring to ●pprehend , to Expresse the sense of my Author : ●he reconciling of contrarie exposition● : the fin●ng out the order of his passages , grounded on a ●aturall , but much concealed dependancy of his ●ecedent and subsequent matter : the endeavo●ng to render him with brevity , perspicuity and ●s Owne Strength : Lastly the amputation of ●necessarie Criticismes of some Interpreters , ●om whom on just reason I sometimes depart .

And that in this point I may stand cleare from ●●e private surmise of some tacite censurer : I will shew vnto thee , among many , two only of their curiosities , and those in the front of the worke .

The first is about the word Prolui , which some would haue to be heere vsed , to signifie that the Poet had modestly wet his lippes in Hippocrene , but never endrench'd them , or dranke deep therof . I graunt that the word in the originall Can beare that sense ; but that it doth in This place , I confidently denie . And stand confirmed by this reason : because the Poet satirically Derideth those , that attributed the faculty of poetric to so insufficient and vaine a cause , as the drinking of that Well was . ( He himselfe afterwards confessing , ironically , his Owne skill to be Constrained : howsoever , not proceeding from so Fond a cause ; ) and therefore in the like sort presently after , he saith ( if the Critiques had observed it ) tha● he never slept on Parnassus : which was also held as another cause of the poetique faculty . Where with reason , as good as theirs , one might say , H● never slept Soundly or Snorted on that hill , bu● had lightly taken a gentle nap . The parts of th● similitude hold an equall proportion : and then referre the ridiculous curiosity to the secret smile of the Iudicious .

The second is about the next word Caballino with which , according to Their exposition , th● epithet which in my translation I giue to Pegasus , may seeme somewhat to straine curtesie : inasmuch as it implyeth the swiftnesse ( and so by consequent the praise ) of the horse , to which it is ( iustly ) applyed : when as They would haue it to be vsed in the disgrace of the vaine Poets , which are heere derided . Deriving so the ignominie of the word Caballus from the Well to the persons : implying Them to be base packe-horse poets . A pretty , but imposed meaning , if farther enquired into . For if the poet vse this word especially for that reason , it might seeme ( me thinkes ) that he did forget what horse he himselfe meant : there being as great difference betweene Pegasus a winged horse , and Caballus a packe-horse , as well-nigh could bee betweene two creatures of one kind . But if they once come to Coniectures , I may assume the like libertie to interpose Mine also ; And then I Could thinke ( which , I wonder , the Critiques did not see ) that the Poet vsed this word before others , for a most naturall & strong reason drawne from the Etymologie of the word Caballus ; which , as Isidore in his Originals hath it , Lib. 12. cap. 1. is deriued , à cavando : propter quòd gradiens vngulâ impressâ terram concavet , quod reliqua animalia non habent ; And then who seeth not how excellently the history of Pegasus is intimated in this word ? This Etymologie is much strengthened by the letter v changed into b. For in the Moderne languages which haue drawne their originall from the Latine , we see the v still retained , as in the Italian and Spanish Cavallo , and in the French Cheval ; and which may be obserued , These words in none of these Moderne languages imply any disgrace , but are generally attributed to all horses ; Nay , from these words are drawne Titles of dignity , as Cavaliero , in the Italian , Chevalier in the French , and Cavallero in the Spanish .

But ( that I may follow them no farther in these their wandring speculations ) to speake freely : I thinke the Poet neither thought as They thinke , nor as I shew how I Could thinke , and thinke as well as They. I am perswaded that more is picked out of these Poets , then they themselues ever meant . For indeed when a Satirist , through the heat of his loue to vertue , is set on fire to see the desperate securitie of prophanesse : the fury of his passion doth so transport him : that there is no time left for the placing or displacing , choosing or reiecting of some particular word : but as most commonly their passions are vneven , rough , and furious : so is that also which they write being in this poeticall perturbation .

The difficulties which I haue heere set downe , were by my peculiar affection to This Author , at last all ouercome . I haue not herein bound my selfe with a ferulary superstition to the letter : but with the ancient libertie of a Translator , haue vsed a moderate paraphrase , where the obscuritie did more require it : yet so , that with all convenient possibilitie , I sticke vnto his Words . To haue added Large annotations , had beene but to transcribe a Commentarie or a Dictionary . Such briefe ones notwithstanding , as without which , the sense could not be sufficiently explicate , yet could not bee well inserted into the text ; with all compendious perspicuitie I haue adiected in the margin : prefixing Arguments to euery Satire .

From the affected obscuritie , wherewith this Author hath hitherto laboured , I cannot altogether quitte him , yet doubtlesse , it in part , proceeded from the want of Libertie , which in his desperate times , was altogether lost ; though , I confesse , He durst say Somewhat .

As for My labours : I much abhorre so sickly an impotencie , as to ouerweane my selfe with a conceit of mine owne worke ; though , if my best friends tell me truth , It may beare a Iudge . But howsoeuer ; If the truly Iudicious ( who are alwaies attended with Perspicacitie , & a milde censure that true exciter of promising ingenuities ) shall courteously accept it : I am Crown'd : and hauing thus finished this worke of an Others invention , I may be excited to a second and more liberall attempt of mine owne .

But if any Left-handed Pythagorians ( who enforce Writers now adaies as the Ancients did their Comoedians , to vse insteed of Prologues expressing their arguments , Apologies against the malicious ) shal sinisterly accept , what is courteously offered : I only wish them the other good qualitie of the Pythagorians , Silence . For the oversights which I may bee perchance convinced of ( as the purest eie seeth not its owne blemishes , but by reflection ) I wil , being shewed them , with free ingenuity confesse : & doubt not of pardon ; hauing two so good solliciters in the eie of any , but moderately courteous ; Mine Owne Infancy ( in respect of any Maturity of iudgement ) & the vnacquainted Difficulty of my attempt . To haue committed No faults in my Translation , had bin to Translate My Selfe , and put off Man .

What other faults Detracters woulde Make ( by their Owne Reading , or Interpretation ) let them knowe , they are committed not out of Ignorance , but Election , after a iust consultation with more then a * * Cornutus . Author veterum Glossarum . Murmellius . Vinetus . Pithoeus . Marcilius . Foquelinus . Tornorupaeus . Lubinus . Casaubonus . Frischlinus . Bondus . Farnabius . Dozen Expositers . But why doe I in the Indiscretion of Too-much humilitie prostrate my endeavors to the Tyranny of the Ignorant : who stand Herein so Many degrees below the faculty of Iudging censurers ? If any in the procacity of baser malice ( raised commonly from a despaire of Imitation ) shall proceede farther vnto contumelies : I shall not need , as some doe ( though I approue Their course also ) to arme my selfe with a confidence of Religion ; I will not put it to the stresse : nor against the stroake of so leaden a sword , vse the protection of so golden a shield . A little assum'd Stoicisme shall serue the turne ; and with a Secure Contempt , I 'le let them Scoule alowd Vnheard . Farewell .

Thine BARTEN HOLYDAY ,

A LETTER OF A JVDICIOVS FRIEND requested by the Authour to deliver his censure on his Translation .

Mr. B.H. I haue read your smooth translation of rough Persius , and send it home to you with my Censure ( such as you wish ) ingenuously free . I will deale Iustly with you Now , Friendly at Other times . In My judgement , when you conversed in this familiar and friendly manner with Persius his Satires , your witte stooped farre below the elevation of its owne worth . But as Scaliger said of Claudian and his works , Solo argumento ignobiliore oppressus addit de ingenio , quantum deest materiae : ( Lib. 6. cap. 5. Poetic : ) So I of You and Your Poem ; Whatsoever is meane in your Authour , is ( mee thinkes ) so choicely adorned by Your Genius : that if it stand out of the presence of Ignorance or Desperat Emulation , it may bee Gracefull . Which I doe more hartily affirme , because you haue Chastised your Poet with modest , yet significant termes : where some ranke-breathed Interpretet would haue rendred him with a strong savour of lasciviousnesse . I know not now , what should stay You from sending it abroad , or Others from giuing it welcome entertainment . If Old Persius were ever worth the hauing : Yours , I doubt not , will bee thought Well worth the reading ; yet looke for Other censures and Neglect them . Farewell .

Your louing friend , IOHN LEY .

DArke Persius , Ambrose threw thy booke on ground With indignation , 'cause 't was so profound : But now in fathers roome a child is sprung , That reader thy Satires in a vulgar tongue . No Ambrose , yet with ambrose to be fed , That could so wisely tracke , where thou couldst tred , He takes away thy vaile , and makes that line Transalpine , which the Romans would confine : Now let thy wandring shadow freely roaue , And seeke great place in the Elisian groaue , Where since there s store of bay , for him one knit , That makes the looser Brytaines feare thy wit . Needes must his owne inventions radiant be , That casts such beames through thy opacitie . Hence forth ( bright Holyday ) to change refuse Thine Owne Terpsichore , with translated Muse . In Latio latuit Saturnum filius : Aulum Sic poterat soboles ista latere suum , Ante tuas ( Holydaie ) faces ; hâc luce refulget Pluribus , & caeco , tector ante , patri . Gymnasiarcha , puer , festivus ludat vterque : Per Festum vobis otia quanta diem ? Nunquam Pegaseas libavit Persius vndas , Nee fonte , &c. Nec in bic : &c. Aut clausit docto lumina pigra jugo . Nempe tibi , fontem laticesque & culmina Phoebus Servârat : pleno dum satur ore mades . Quidve Aulus traheret ? cum fic Helicona refundas , Vt natet Angligenis Jtala Musa labris . 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 . IOHN WALL .

VPON THE HAPPY TRANSLATIon of the most difficult Satirist , performed by his deare friend Mr. B. H. I Sing the Conquest , which an English rime , With all its force ne're wonne before This Time . Who thought that there would extant be the Man That such stiffe , sullen , hardy Romans can Subdue , and with an hand , learnedly fierce , Bind in the fetters of a Britane verse ? Yet here is one that doth : But not as those That * * Ovid : Met. Virg: Aeneid . changed shapes , and wandring Trojans chose For to translate , with lines a mile in length , Or Paraphrase that tires . Such is His strength And strictnesse , he his Author without wrong Lodges in prisons but of fiue foot long . Some I haue knowne , that did Attempt the same Which that they Durst , it was their Greatest fame , But it was He , that could disdaine to stay At this praise Margent , only to Assay : He with impetuous and all-conquering wit That only had the power to finish it . For had They don 't , J know they must haue left Their graver studies , and haue filcht with theft Guiltie of too much sacriledge , more howres , Then time would loose ; or else those sister powers Jnvoke to lend them Others liues , to plucke A vessell with such Remora's bestucke To wished shoare . But as for Him , with strange And easie hast , he did his Roman change Without complaint of time : No serious part Of learning murmur'd , that he did impart Howres to the worke . For all this was begot ( I speake my conscience ) when it was his lot To be at Truce with studie . Then iudge you That shall vpon his happy paines , a vew Bestow , that nere the Muses Holydaies Or times of leasure , were with greater Praise , Or Thrift , or Businesse spent : and likewise since He conquer'd hath so fierce a Latin Prince Vnto the Rimes and Phrases of Our tongue : Decree that bayes vnto his brow belong . A. WHITE .

TO HIS KIND FRIEND Mr. B. H. vpon his Persius . AS if in travailes farre ingag'd , at last Return'd , I gratulate thy labours past . But when vnto thy waies I turne mine eye Dangers obscur'd with dangers J espie . J think 't a taske too great for humane sleights , Vngraueld or vndasht to passe those streights . Admiring thy chast notes , in which vnharmd The Syrens lustfull language thou hast charm'd . That Art I loue , when as 'gainst faith of sence By sence of faith I see things flow from thence . Nor doe I ( like to his ore'wheeling braine ) Persius still a cloud , imbrace in vaine ; This 's the substance giues vice the fatall blow The others thunder few to feare doe know . On envy , summon all the vices spight : Better they should be conquer'd then not Fight . R. WELDON .

VNTO HIS LOVING FRIEND Mr. B. H. vpon Persius translated . THis worke me thinkes makes my coniecture bold T' affirme th' Athenians paradox is true , Annus Platonicus . When by yeares revolution J behold Men dead reviue , things long since old , grow new . For should dead Rome awake , and those loose times Which feard and felt this scourging Satirist , Shee might againe in vs review her crimes ; As fertile is Our age . Nor hath it mist The worst of all Her ills . Vainely we thought Thy ashes ( Persius ) Slept within thine vrne : Feard not thy lash : hop't negligence had wrought Thy lines worse Funerall : and at length would turne All to obscuritie ; For how few did striue T' enlighten thy darke phrase , vnlesse some vice Made an acute bad comment : So to thriue And purchase perspicuitie , is a price Thou would'st haue griev'd to giue . Yet since in ill We haue ore'tune past times : I must reioyce That Constant industrie should get such skill As to tell vs our bad in Persius voice : Whom now All vnderstand : all may endure To reade , but Such as would their crimes obscure . T. GOFFE .

TO THE AVTHOR HIS most loued friend . WHat None haue Dar'd , Thou hast ; and might'st againe With praise , were it vndar'd . Did'st thou abstaine Yet longer , none would dare Thee to Prevent ; If any , what could breed thy more Content Then , when by victorie , thy glory should Be doubled ? yea , although recall some could , From fields of rest , thy Persius to consult : Yet would no lesse praise from thy lines result , Then that vnparalel'd , which now is due From those that reade thee . Who when they shall view How Truely with thine Author thou dost pace How hand in hand yee goe , what equall grace Thou dost with him obserue in every tearme : They cannot , but , if iust , iustly affirme : That did your Times as doe your Lines agree , He might be thought to haue translated Thee ; But that he 's Darker , not so Strong ; Wherein Thy Greater art more clearely may be seene ; Which dost thy Persius clowdie stormes display With lightning and with thunder ; Both which lay Couched perchance in him , but wanted force To breake , or light from darknesse to divorce ; Till Thine Exhaled skill compress'd it so , That forc'd the clouds to breake , the light to shew , The thunder to be heard . That now each child Can prattle what was meant : whil'st Thou art stil'd Of all , with titles of true dignitie , For Loftie Phrase , and perspicuitie . I. KNIGHT .

TO THE AVTHOR HIS very good friend . RE-liuing Persius , Daies-Birth , Heire of Fame : I wrong not Persius , giuing Thee His name ; If any , I wrong thee for what He did Had'st Thou him not Illustred , had beene hid . This being but thy Pedestall of praise , Oh what a Pyramis will thy Next worke raise ? True Laureat , with blest Omens goe thou on ; All-imitable , imitating none . I speake not this ( nor need'st thou it ) of Favour . But as one conscious of thy Great workes labour . My tongue was never oil'd i' th' base claw-art . Jn Others read thou Wit , in Me my Heart . W. W.

TO HIS LEARNED FRIEND Mr B. H. vpon his iudicious translation of Persius . WHat lay imprison'd , and confin'd alone Only to deeper apprehension ; Thy more benigne , sublim'd , transcendent wit Hath reacht , and conquer'd , and imparted it . And giu'n't to all , which makes it more thine owne Since all are heires of that invention . Nor doth one iot , so sweete congruitie , Adulterate the Latin chastitie , All things conseru'd , so terse , so nothing lost As if thou didst consult with th' Authors Ghost , ●uch height , such sacred indignation As seemes a Persius , no Translation . On , learned Quill ; thus vindicate thy name From times prowd Iniurie , Traytor to fame : Nor suffer yet , that Italy so long Should make her Vice speake English , not her Tong. W●ip backe her basiards , send them home to Rome , Let her that was their parent , be their tombe . Meane while J dare Congratulate our Crimes Made Happy that they could produce These Rimes . T. G.

AVLVS PERSIVS FLACCVS . THE PROLOGVE . Argument . Need and not Inspired skill Makes our Author trie his quill . MY lippes did never touch the spring Of the wing'd horse : nor can I bring To minde , that e're I dream'd vpon Two-topt Parnassus , that thereon I might be ' Inspir'd and So Vp-start A Poet by Infused art . And all the Muses that doe dwell 'Bout pale Pirene , and the well Of Helicon , to Those I leaue , Vnto whose statue's browes doth cleaue The Jvy-greene incircling Crowne . In humblenesse I halfe a Clowne Doe only bring this my rude line , Vnto Apollo's sacred shrine . Yet blame me not for my bold deed : Alas ! I write enforc'd by a a A satirical Ironie Persius was a Knight of Rome of sufficient wealth . need . Who taught the Parrot his kind Haile ? Who taught the Pie so to prevaile To frame Our words ? 'T was but to fill Their belly , master of their skill ; Which skilfull is to make them reach Voices , which Nature cannot teach . Nay ; if there chance to shine but some Hope , of deceitfull Gaine to come : Crow-poets and poetique Pies You 'd thinke did chaunt sweet ayries ; And make ( when as they harshly Crie ) A Pegaseian Melodie .

SATIRE . 1. THE FIRST SATIRE IN forme of a Dialogue . The Speakers . PERSIVS . MONITOR . Argument . Inspired poets Art and Pride Our Satirist doth heere deride . P. O Cares of men ! O emptie Vanitie P. a a Out of the too abundant varietie of the interpunctions of these three verses following , I could find none more accurate , then this I haue extracted , and here vsed . Why ? Of things ! M. who 'l read these Wondring Satires ? Dost Thou say so my Friend ? M. Faith I thinke none . P. How saist thou ? None ? M. Perchance some two , or — P. None ? M. T is hard . P. Yet why ? Least Rome's b b Ironically here the Poet cals Nero Polydamas who is much famoused by Homer in diverse places for his vertue , yea and compared with Hector . Iliad . μ. Polydamas And doutie Troians should preferre the asse c c A ridiculous Poet , that translated fiue bookes of Homers Iliads into verse , word for word , with extreame obscuritie , and no lesse absurditie . Labeo before Mee ? Tush ; their false doome Is but a trifle . If disturbed Rome Prowdly sleight any thing , scorne to descend To Their Vaine censure : neither striue to mend The tongue of thy false ballance in Their scale Which is as wrong : but if thou 'dst never faile Know This : To trie thy secret innocence , The surest witnesse is thy conscience . For Who is Not at Rome ? O that I might But freely speake , yet speake no more then Right . And So I May. Then , when I cast mine eie On those whose Faces promise Gravitie : On our sad Stoickes : on the things we doe Since we left off to play with nuts : and view Our actions , when we labour much to be Sterne Vnckles . Then ! then ! But , oh , pardon me , I will not touch . Yet can I hold my peace Vrg'd Thus ? and from revenge so lust , Thus cease ? I 'me of a Scoffing spleene . I Loue to Flout At Hypocrites : therefore it now Must out . Then Thus. Being immur'd from each mans sight In some obscure retired place , we write Some , ev'n-pac'd numbers , Some freefooted prose , Some weighty thing , which th' Author strongly blowes From his large-winded lungs . For he rehearses Vnto the people straight his well-pen'd verses ; His haire being first kemb'd smooth , and then he dight , In a faire comely garment fresh and white , Wearing some precious jewell , which some friend On 's birth-day to him for a gift did send , With moist'ning syrrope having clear'd his throat Apt Now to sound it in a various note . Then is he reading in a seat on high , Dissolu'd vnto a lustfull Acting eye . Where thou maist see ev'n those that beare the name Of Rome's braue Titi ( but vnto their shame ) To shake with trembling lust , and to reioice Obscenely , with a broken skreaking voice When a leud line their inward loines doth pierce , And touch them with a lust-provoking verse . But thou Old Dotard , dost Thou striue to feed Other men's eares ? nay , Theirs who without heed Or moderate discretion praise thee so , That ( skinne-peel'd Asse ! ) thy selfe dost first cry , Hoe ? d d Here the Poet faineth a reply of this old ambitious Poet defending himselfe . Why did I learne vnlesse this leaven here Inbred , this strong wild-figtree should appeare ? And from its seate the liver breaking forth Shew to the world it s owne , though vnknowne worth ? P. O see ambitious palenesse ! see Old Age ! At such corrupted times Who could not rage ? Think'st thou , thou nothing know'st , if it be so , That others knowe not , that thou this dost know ? e e A second reply . O but t is braue to heare men cry , See , see ? And pointing with their fingers , say , That 's he . Say you ' had a poeme which so smoothly runs , That 't were for lectures read to great mens sons , Braue lads with curled lockes , like gold so yellow : Would not you thinke your selfe a pretty fellow ? P. O that 's not all ! See , our Romulidans Prophane our sacred poems with foule hands ! Reading , amidst their bowles , poems divine , Being full vp to the throat with flesh and wine . Where if forsooth one clad in purple cloth's , Snaffle some mustie stuffe through 's muffling nose Melting forth faire Hypsipyle's sad song Or Phyllis fortune with a moist'ned tong Or some such tales which poetrie affordes His daintie palate tripping forth his wordes , The Men assent ! And are not th' ashes then Of this Rare poet blest ? This man of men Hath he not now a f f The Ancient Ethniques did vse to pray that the tombe-stones of their dead friends might be light vnto them ; because they beleeued that their Manes or soules remained in their sepulchers , and were sensible of such accidents . They held likewise the springing of flowers from the graue of a deceased friend , an argument of his happinesse . lighter mole of earth Gently pressing his bones ? A gen'rall mirth Ensues : the guest with hands and voices ring His due applause ; And shall there not now spring Ev'n from his Manes , from the hollow wombe Of his thrise-happy vrne-inclosing tombe Sweet Violets ? But , Oh , saies one , you touch Too scoffingly , wrinkling your nose Too much . For doth there breath a man that can reiect A gen'rall praise ? and his owne lines neglect ? Lines worth immortall Cedars recompence , Nere fearing new-sold Fish or Frankincense ? Well ; whosoe're thou art whom I did make But now , the Adverse part to vndertake ; When I my selfe doe write , if from my braine Doe flow by greatest chance some happy straine ( For t is by chance ) My heart is not so hard So hornie , as to feare the due reward , Of deseru'd fame . Only I doe denie The scope of vertuous actions to lie In thy O braue ! O fine ! for search but this Thy O fine ! and within it What not is ? No ; in These papers knowe thou shalt not find Labeo's helleborated lines confin'd Too superstitiously to Words : nor weake Loue-elegies , such as Rome's Nobles speake : Whose iudgement like their overcharged maw , Wants strong concoctions heat , & is Yet raw . Briefly whatse're on g g The Romans had their lecti lucubratorii on which they studied , and tricliniares , on which they eate the latter are rather vnderstood in this place , for he principally speaketh against the verses they writ amongst their cupps . Citrean beds is writ , We hence exclude as th' excrement of wit . Thou dost some dish of good hot meate provide For some poore wretch ( whose bellie's his tongues guid ) Or to thy quaking foll'wer thou dost cast Thy thread-bare cloake ( which could no longer last ) Then thus thou speak'st . You knowe ev'n from my youth I hated lies , now therefore tell me truth . Of me ( P. Can He tell truth ? Wilt let Me speake ? Thou triflest ( bald-pate asse ! ) and thy skill's weake . Seeing a fat-hogge-trough-panch before thee struts Full Eighteene inches with a load of guts . O blessed Ianus ! happy is Thy lucke ! Behind h h Three manner of flouts were vsed by the Ancients . The first was with their hand to make a Storkes bill , their fingers being all collected together , and then let out with a flurt . The second was to put their thumbes to the temples of their heads , and then wagge their fingers like asses eares , which within are somewhat white . The third was to lill out their tongues , like dogges in the heate of summer , especially in hot countries , such as is Apulia a region in Italie . thy backe , whom never Storkes bill strucke : At whom no nimble finger'd hand being fram'd Like asses white eares , ever Yet was aim'd : Nor so much tongue thrust forth in a base flout As an Apulian bitch for thirst lils out . You O Patrician blood whose heads are blind I' th' hinder part , prevent a scorne behind . ) What doe men say ? i i The answere of the flatteres That now your verses flow In a soft number'd pace both sweet and slow , Whose well-smooth'd parts are so exactly join'd That the severest naile can never finde The least vnev'nesse . O saies one , he makes A verse , as he that his true levell takes , Shutting one eye , for to direct his line , Which drawing , with red oaker he doth signe . Whether he scourge with his deepe-wounding rimes The delicate soft manners of the times , Or th' impious banquets of revenging Kings : Our Poets Muse can well expresse great things . P. I , You shall see a fellow dare assay To write Heroicke acts , who th' other day But trifel'd out some Fables of small worth In scarce true Greeke : whose skill cannot paint forth A pleasant selfe-describing Groue's delights ; Nor praise the full-stor'd Country , that ev'n writes The story of its Owne abundant store ; Where fruits and fire-wood and the fat'ned Boare Are never wanting ; where the shepheards feast Sacred to Pales is , t' expell the beast That hates the lambe : where shepheards on that day Are purged in a fire of smoaking hay . Whence Remus sprung : where ( k k Q. Cincinnatus . Quintius ) thou wast borne , And where thy plow-share was in furrowes worne ; When as thy wife trembling with ioy and feare , Made thee the great Dictators roabes to weare Before thine Oxen , and to leaue them Now , Making the Lictor carry home thy plow . Behold then this braue Poet. Some there are To whom l l Furius Accius Labeo . Briseus , is the surname of Bacchus , fitly heere attributed to Labeo , because of his mad verses . Brisean Labeo's book seemes rare : Whose lines swell like full Veines . Others desire Pacuvius , whom much they doe admire , And loue often to reade , and ev'n to stay Vpon his knottie harsh Antiopa ; Whose wofull heart was nourished with greefe , The Depth of sorrow yeelding Some releefe . When thou shalt see the blear-eied father teach His son these things ; canst thou not quickly reach To know the cause how this our vile disgrace , This hissing frying-pan of Speach tooke place First , in our tongues ? And yet wherin our smooth m m The Knights of Rome were anciently so called , because they surprised a towne in Hetruria called Trossulum , without the helpe of the footemen . Trossulians vainely themselues doe sooth , And ev'n leape in their seats , when as they heare Old words , which please their thick false-judging eare . When th' art accus'd , art not asham'd to be Not able thy now-Aged head to free From feare o' th' law , but loue the luke-warm cry Of all thy hearers crying , Decently ? Pedius sayes one , vnto thy charge I lay The guilt of theft . What now doth Pedius say ? In smooth Antitheta's his fault he weighes , And for his learned Figures , winnes much praise . O neate ! O neate ? In judging thou dost faile , Base fawning Romane , dost thou wagge thy taile ? For think'st thou , if some ship-wrack'd wretch should Sing . Hee e're from me one Halfe-peny should wring ? Dost Sing , when at thy shoulder thou dost weare Thy selfe and shippe , which the sharpe rocks did teare ? His teares shall be express'd through 's Miserie , Not-Studi'd for by Night , that would mooue Mee To pitie . M. Yet in Numbers , O , there shines Beauteous composure added to those lines Which were before but raw . P. I , so it seemes ; For one , this as the only skill esteemes To end his verse ( But , O ridiculous ! ) With Berecinthian Atys ; or els , thus ; The Dolphin which did cut Cerulean Nereus . Ex'lent ! and this our Romans count most serious ! So thus another drawes his numbred line , We drew a ribbe from the long Apennine . M. n n Virgils Aeneads , which beginne so , Arma virumque cano . Armes , and the man I sing , perchance you 'l dare To terme This frothy , fat-bark'd . P. O no ; spare Your Too-quicke censure , & dissolue your brow . This Poem as an aged well-growne bough Season'd with time , is with the warme Suns heat Well boild in its owne barke ; growne strong and great . M. What then doe you terme soft , and to be read With a loose-bending necke , and bow'd-downe head ? P. Their writh'd hornes the Mimallones did fill With sounds , and Bassaris about to kill The scornefull calfe , snatching from him his head , And Moenas as the spotted Lynx shee lead With Joy-bridles , oft did Evion sound : The reparable Eccho did rebound . These , these are braue I But , Oh , should Such lines be If any veine of Old Nobilitie Did liue in vs ? These Weake lines in the Brimme Of ev'ry mouth , in th' vtmost spittle swimme . Moenas and Atys or some foolish Songes Are alwaies in the moisture of their tongues . They never Buffeted a Deske for These , Or Bitte their Nailes : such lines are writte with ease . M. Grant this be true : yet Sir You haue no need With biting truth to make their soft eares bleed . Well , looke you to 't ; I feare ; be not too bold , Lest great mens thresholds towards you grow cold . Me thinkes , th' are touch'd already , and I heare , The doggish letter R sound in mine eare . P. Nay , Sir , rather then so , all 's white and free : All , all is admirable well for Mee . I will not hinder't . Now y' are pleas'd I thinke . You 'l say , Let no man make My verses stinke , Making a place for o o This place is thus against the common interpretation more manerly and truly expounded by Mr. Bond. vrine , in a scorne , Among My papers . P. See then you adorne Your booke , and paint two p p These represented the Genius of the place , and were painted there to deterre anie from violating the place by any pollution . Serpents on 't ; Boyes , None Must vrine in This Sacred place : be gone : And I le goe first . Yet did Lucilius cut Lewd Rome , and thee , O Lupus , that didst glut Thy appetite , and thee ( Mutius ) growne weake With lust , & did on vs his Iaw-tooth breake . So subtile Horace laughing with his friend Would cunningly his vices reprehend , And lying in his bosome , in his heart , Would bitterly deride him with great art . Skilfull he was basely t' esteeme the rout , Yet neere wrinkled his nose , or Seem'd to flout . And may not I then Mutter ? not to th' q q An allusion to the fable of Midas . Dust ? Not , though Alone ? No where ? I will ; I must Digge here , ev'n here . ( My book ) I speak to Thee ; I 'ue seene , I say , I 'ue seene ; ( my tong 's born free ) Who has not Asses eares ? Thou shalt not buy This my obscure concealed mysterie , This my dear scoffe , my Nothing , for whole miliads Of any base Poets long-winded Iliads . Thou whoso'ere thou art , that art inspir'd With bold Cratinus ; or with zeale art fir'd Like angry Eupolis ; and art growne pale With that r r Aristophanes . old man , whose stile with a full saile Beares strong against foule vice : vouchsafe a glance On these My Satires also ; where by chance If any thing more perfect thou shalt heare , Among my lines ; grow hot with a purg'd eare . But him with deepest scorne I doe detest That basely loues to breake a bitter jest At a Philosophers poore Shooe : and winkes At him , whose sight is bad , calling him Blinkes : Counting himselfe no meane man , bearing some Jtalian honour at Aretium ; 'Cause , being Market-Clarke ( such was his pleasure ) He brake their earthen vessels lesse then measure . Nor loue I him that counts the counting-table Of deepe Arithmeticians but a fable . Nor him that scoffes at Figures made in s s An allusion to the story of Archimedes ; see Plutarch's Marcellus . dust By sound Geometry . Such are vniust , And Enimies to th' Arts . They much delight To see the bold-fac'd queane Nonaria fight With a good honest Cynicke ; and will grinne If that shee pull his beard off from his chinne . These , in the morning next their hearts I le send To study the Edicts lest they offend : Yet after dinner ( for they 'le turne no more From vice ) vnto Callirhoe their Whore .

SATIRE . 2. THE SECOND SATIRE VNTO his friend Plotius Macrinus . Argument . Profane desires : true sacrifice : Bold sinnes : our Poet here descries . SIgne This day ( Macrine ) with a Purer stone , Which doth present to thee times long since gone . Powre wine vnto thy Genius ; for Thy care Is not to winne Ioue with a Bribing prayer . Nor crau'st Thou , what thou sham'st to name for feare Except Ioue's drawne aside that none may heare . Though no small part of Rome's chiefe Nobles can Sacrifice with a low-voic'd incense-pan . T is not an easie thing to take away The murmur'd whisperings of those that pray From the Gods Temples . T is no easie thing To liue with Knowne desires . a a This was but the manner of some hypocrites ; for it was the Custome of the Romanes to pray softly to themselues , as Ios. Scaliger well obserues in his Castigations on the 2. li. of Tibullus . p. 137. & Wowerius in his Animadversions on Petronius . p. 428. They vse to sing Alowd , that strangers and the standers-by May heare 'hem , when they pray for honesty Or a good mind , good fame . But for the rest Of their desires , inwardly th' are supprest Vnder their murmuring tongues ; such as are these Profane requests ; O that some strong disease Would make my Vnckl's braue rich funerall To bubble vp . O that my rake would fall , As I were working , on some sounding pot Of silver ; b b Antiquitie made Hercules the propitious God for the finding out of hidden Treasure . Hercules blessing my lot . Or would I might expunge this yong , rich Ward By whom from great possessions I am bar'd Being the next heire ; for he 's with scabs perplext , And is with swelling choller sharply vext . There 's Nereus to , has buri'd yee three wiues , And I scarce — ! O Such men lead Happy liues ! That these things thou religiously maist craue Of Ioue , in swelling Tybers silver waue Early thou washest twise or thrice thy ' head Purging the c c Of this , see Casaubon on Theophrastus ; p. 292. where he shews their twofold manner of expiation . And Brissonius at large , lib. 1. de Formulis , p. 8. night pollutions of thy bed . Dost heare ? answere me this : and but disclose Thy thought in one smal question I le propose . What thinkst of Joue ? thinkst he may be preferd 'Fore Some ? Whom ? be 't ev'n d d A wicked fellow , that poysned his brother and brothers wife . Staius ; art afeard ? And doubtst thou Whether is the fittest Guard And iuster iudge for a young guidlesse Ward ? This then , wherwith thou dar'st to presse Iou's eare , Tell but to Staius : would he not ev'n feare To heare thee Speake ? and casting vp his eie Cry , O good Joue ! and shall not Joue then cry Vnto himselfe for vengeance ? What ? dost thinke Thou art Forgiv'n , because he 's pleasd to Winke At thy blacke deedes , and sooner strikes a Tree , With horrid Sulphure , then Thy house and Thee , When with his roaring thunders he doth chide The prowd high-mounting aire ? Dar'st thou deride The pow'r of Heav'n , and lay with Joues Fond beard , As if th' hadst Leaue , because thou ne're was fear'd . With some strange judgement ? or ne're yet did'st lie A woefull spectacle to each mans eie , Vnholy , to be shunn'd in some sad groue , Then ceasing to be sacred vnto Joue , Or th' other Gods , vntill with sacrifice Th' Aruspex great Ergenna purifies The same , by offring th' entrals of two sheepe ? Or els , what is t ? with what reward dost keepe The bribed eares of the corrupted Gods That they should only giue indulgent nods At thy vast crimes ? is t thy fat offering Which to their sacred altars thou dost bring ? Now you shall see some grandames , or fond Aunts , Whom womens Fury Superstition haunts , Take vp a tender infant in their armes , And being skilfull to depell the harmes . Of an e e Of Fascination , see Del Rio : Mag: disquis : l. 3. q. 4. Sect. 1. and Ramirez , in his learned Pentecontarchus , cap. 31. at large . effascinating eie , they 'le spet Vpon their middle finger , and then wet With this their purging spettle , the childs brow And prettie lippes . Then with a humble vow Dauncing him in their armes , they 'le vainely spend ▪ Their poore leane hope , in praying Ioue to send This babe in time to come such happinesse As once wealthy Licinius did possesse In fruitfull lands : or such as Crassus held , Who for braue houses , Rome's chiefe Lords excell'd . They wish that Kings and Queenes may be at strife To make ev'n their best daughter His blest wife . And as for Maides ( say they ) Yee Gods aboue ! O let 'hem strongly , strangely fall in loue With his rare beautie : and that whereso'er Hee treades , a crimson rose may spring vp there . Braue ! braue ! But yet I will not bid My nurse Pray so : or if shee doe ; then Good Ioue Curse Her Prayers ; Though cloth'd-White shee strongly Crie , Yet for thine Owne sake , Strongly still Denie . Thou wishest for firme nerues , and for a sure Sound body , that would healthfully endure Vntill Old age ; why be it , that thy wish Is Granted by the Gods ; yet thy Large dish And full fat sasage make the Gods Delay To blesse thee , and doe Force good Ioue to stay . Thou 'd'st faine grow rich : yet dost thou sacrifice An Oxe , ( is that the way in wealth to rise ? ) Then vpon Mercurie the God of gaine With this thy offering , thus thou cri'st amaine , Let my domesticke Gods ( great Mercury ) Make all things happie in my familie ! Blesse thou my heards of beasts , blesse thou my lambs , And make my tender yewes the happie damm's Of many yong-ones . Mad-man ! wilt thou see ? This is impossible ! It cannot bee ! When as so many heyfers fats doe frie In flames of sacrifice ? Yet doth he crie , And with his Entrals and his dainetie Cake Striues to o'recome , and forcingly will Make The Gods to heare ; nor yet will hold his peace . Now doth my field , now doth my fold encrease : Now t will be giv'n : now , now , vntill at last Deceau'd , his great hope prooving but a blast : His Money in his chest may make its moane For want of company ; yet sigh alone . If for a gift to Thee some friend presents A silver goblet , or rich ornaments Curiously graven in a massie bowle Of purest gold : straightway thy very soule Is touch'd with a strong passion : and thou shak'st Ev'n Droppes from thy left breast ( Vaine heart that qual●'st Thus with a trembling joy ? ) Now because gold Thus pleaseth Thee ; hence t is that Thou dost hold , The Gods are pleas'd so too , and over lai'st Their statues faces ( that thereby thou maist Procure their favour ) with gold purchased From th' enemie , which was in triumph led . For those f f The brasen Statues of the sonnes of Aegyptus , all , except one , slaine by their new wiues the daughters of Danaus . Which brothers the Romans adored as Gods : and were vainely perswaded that they sent dreames vnto men . brasse-brother-gods that send a dreame Most true , and purg'd from thicke , corrupted fleame , Whereby in sleepe men are disturb'd , or feard , Let those be chiefe , and weare a golden beard . Gold hath the pots of earth , and brasse disdaign'd , Though vs'd when Numa , and good Saturne raign'd . Gold likewise hath expeld the Vestall Vrne : Gold doth the Thuscan Earth to Gold now turne . Base stooping soules , that groovle on the Earth , In whom there 's Nothing testifies their birth To be from Heav'n ! Yet , doth not this suffice ? But we must bring these our iniquities , To the Gods Temples , where their pow'rs divine Doe dwell ; and ev'n profane their holy Shrine ? As if there could be any thing in these Infected Carcases , the Gods to please ? This Flesh of ours makes vs in vaine to spoile Sweet Casia , by mixing it with oile To make vs ointments . This doth make vs staine The soft Calabrian fleece in Purple graine , This makes vs with much art to polish well Mother of Pearle , drawne from the fishes shell . This from th' vnpurged earth made vs desire To straine out veines of gold by purging fire . This sinnes ; and sinnes ; yet persevers in sinne . But you great Priests , tell ; what doth gold within The holy Temples ? sure , no greater thing Then g g It was acustome among the Ancients , for Virgins about to marry to offer their Babies as an ensigne of their Virginities to Venus , hoping that by her benefit , shortly after , they should haue true Babes of their owne . puppets , which to Venus Virgins bring . No ; let vs striue to bring to th' Gods , that which Messala's bleare-eyed ofspring , from his rich Large incense-bason nere could giue ; A mind By Law and by Religion well confin'd ; A retir'd soule ; a heart not stained by Foule lust , concoct in Noble honestie . This let me bring to th' Gods , and I le obtaine Offring but a Small Cake of some Course graine .

SATIRE 3. THE THIRD SATIRE . Argument . Yong Gallants Sloth , and their Neglect Of Arts , this Satire doth detect . WHat Ev'ry day thus long ? fie , fie , arise : See how the cleare light shamefully descries Thy sloth & through thy windows shining bright Stretcheth the narow chinks with his broadlight . We snort till the a a An hypall : for , till the shadowe touch the fift line ; which is about our Eleven of the clocke . Hee vnderstands this of Sun-Dials . You may see the forme of an ancient Roman Sun-Diall , in Ramirez his Pentecont . cap. 23. Fift shadow touch the line , Enough ev'n to digest strong Falerne wine . Now what dost doe ? The furious dog-stars heat Vpon the parched corne hath long since beat With its fierce scalding influence , and made The beasts to seek the spreading Elmes cool shade Thus the companion of some slothfull youth Does freely chide him . Then saith he , in truth And ist so late ? indeed ? some body then Come presently and reach my cloths : why when ? If then no bodie come , Oh how he swels , And breaks with b b Because it is as soone raised as glasse is , by those that make it . glasse-like choller ; & then yels With such a foule loud noise , that you would say Surely some great Arcadian asse did bray . At last , with much adoe he doth beginne To take his booke in hand and some faire skinne Of smooth c c Yellow on the side the haire grew , and white on the other side . two-colourd parchment : he takes then Some paper and his knottie reed-like pen . Then he complaines how that his inke doth stick In clots at his pens nose , it is so thicke . Powre water then to his blacke d d Sepia is a sea-fish called a Cuttell , whose blood the Romans vsed in stead of inke . Sepian iuice , He cries , now t is too white . Ha's a device For ev'ry thing . So Sometimes he doth plead His pen writes double , or his inke doth spread . Wretched , vnhappie man ! yet growing still More wretched ! Think'st wee 're borne to take our fill Of sloth ? Why dost not then like the soft Doue Or great mens little children , rather loue In delicatest wantonnesse to lappe Some soft sweet spoone-meat , as , a little pappe ? Or angry with the tear , why dost not crie , Refusing to be stilld with Lullabie . e e This verse is an interiected reply of the slothfull youth : the next is spoken in the person of his companion which reprehendeth him . Why can I studie , sir , with such a quill ? e e This verse is an interiected reply of the slothfull youth : the next is spoken in the person of his companion which reprehendeth him . Alas ! whom dost thou mocke ? why pleadst thou still Such vaine ambages ? wretched man to flout Thy selfe ! Th' art broken ! loe , thou leakest out ! And know thou Shalt be Scornd ! strike but a pot Of some raw earth halfe-boild , and will it not Tell its owne fault , yeelding a dull crazd sound ? Well ; Yet th' art soft moist clay , and mayst be wound To any forme : Now therefore , Now make hast To vertue : Present time must be embrac'd . Now like the potters clay , now thou must feele Sharpe disciplines effigiating wheele . f f His companions ironicall defence of the others carelessenesse . But , oh , thy father left Thee Land enough , And a cleane Salt-seller , with houshold stuffe Sufficient , needst Thou then feare any thing ? So th' hast a secure pan wherein to bring Incense to thy protecting Lares . Well ; But think'st thou this enough ? wilt therefore swell , And breake thy lungs with an ambitious wind , Because that thou thy thousanth off , dost find Thy branch to be perchance drawne from a tree Of some high Thuscan true nobilitie ? Or that because clad in the purple graine Meeting Romes Censour with his pompous traine Thou canst salute him , by the name of Cuzze , And arrogantly aske him how he does ? Away : goe pranse before the multitude In these thy trappings ; seeke not to delude My iudgement : for I knowe thy soule within , And see thy faults writ in thy outmost skinne . Art not ashamd to liue like dissolute Loose Natta ? but ( alas ! ) he 's destitute Of Sense ! He stands Amasd in vice ! the deepe Fat brawne of sin makes his heart soundly sleepe ! That now he doth not sinne ! No , he 's so grosse , So stupid , that he 's senslesse of his losse ! And sunke downe to the depth of vice he 'le swim No more againe vp to the waters brim ! Great father of the Gods ! when cruell lust Touch'd with inflaming venome , moues th' vniust Corrupted disposition of fierce kings , To act vnworthy and vnkingly things : Punish them only thus ; Let them but see Faire vertue , and their lost felicitie . Then shall their bowels yearne , and they shall cry In secret , and wax pale , and pine , and die . Did ever the Sicilian brasen bull Roare out his torments with a throat more full ? Or did the sword hung by a slender thread Vp in the golden roofe over the head Of the g g Damocles . crownd flatterer , more terrifie His soule , then when a man shall truely cry Vnto himselfe , I fall , Oh , I doe fall Downe head-long ; & shall Know he 's past recall ? And Inwardly grow pale ( O wretched life ! ) Which he 's afeard to tell his neere deere wife ? Indeed , when I was Young , I like a foole Would 'noint my eyes with oile to stay from schoole : When I 'de not learne , through sloath , the stately part Of dying Cato , though 't were penn'd with art . And my too-carefull Master prais'd it much : And my glad father being moou'd with such His praises , brought his friends to here his boy Brauely act Cato , and would sweat for ioy . For then I car'd not to knowe any thing : Except how much the luckie Sice would bring : Or what the loosing Ace would scrape away Or that my fellow might not put false play Vpon me , neatly cogging forth a die Out of the small-neck'd h h They vsed to cast their dice out of boxes , ( as now adaies some doe out of small saucers ) to prevent the sleight of the hand , which notwithstanding some more cunning gamesters did often practise . casting-box . This I Did learne : and for the scourge-stick I did striue , That none his top with greater art might driue . But now , Thou art not at This age to learne Betweene good and bad manners to discerne . Noe ; thou Hast learn'd the precepts that are taught In the wise porch , where curiously are wrought By Polygnotus skill , the conquer'd Medes In their short sloppes : whose story overspreads The Walls : and where in searching hidden truths The little-sleeping close-shorne Stoick Youths , That feed on huskes and a course barly cake , Early and late industriously doe wake . And vnto Thee the i i The letter of Pythagoras , who by birth was a Samian . Samian letter Y Whose spreading branches teach Philosophie , Hath marked out ev'n as it were with chaulke , The high-rear'd right-hand path , wherein to walke . And snort'st thou Yet ? What ? is thy head growne slacke ? Art jaw-falne ? Doth their frame begin to cracke ? Lyest yawning , to evaporate th' excesse Of yesterdaies oppressing drunkennesse ? Hast thou propos'd thy selfe a certaine end ? And with thy best endeavour dost thou bend Thy bow at that ? Or , carelesse of thy hurt , Dost throwe at crowes , with stones and clots of durt Neglecting where thou runn'st ? Hast thou no drift , But only for the Present how to shift ? Well , yet be provident ; when our sicke skinne Doth with the puffing dropsie once beginne To swell , 't is then , thou know'st , but vaine to cry For Hellebore ; when a disease drawes nigh , And yet but threatens thee ; Then , then prevent And meet a danger that is imminent . But if thou dost delay , till 't be too late , And that thy sicknesse once growe desperate : Then would'st thou giue Craterus halfe thy wealth Yet can he not restore thee to thy health . Learne then , O wretched youthes the mystery Of Nature in profound Philosophy . Learne who we are : why we were borne : th' estate Wherein wee 're set ; And knowe that not by fate But wisdome , we may turne our ship with ease About high-vertues k k An allusion to the Romans Naumachia . marke plac'd in the seas Of this our life . Temperately desire Silver : learne what 't is lawfull to require In prayer : and the perfect vse , aright , Of Money : for which , men so sharply fight : What likewise to thy Country thou dost owe , And what to thy deare kinsmen ; Learne to knowe Whom l l Mee thinkes , these lines of mine Author , and especially this word Deus , seeme to be of that high straine of Divinitie ( in a Heathen ) which Plato reached vnto , when he did professe that hee writte but in iest , when he said , Gods . God hath made thee , and in what degree And state of life , he here hath placed thee . Learne : neither envie thou at the full store Of the greas'd Lawyer , though he haue much more Provision , then his family can spend Whil'st it is sweet : which the fat Vmbrians send , As gifts to bribe his tongue . Nor grutch to see His Marsian Client bring him for a fee , Pepper , gammons of bacon , or such kinde Remembrances . Nor let it vex thy minde , Because he hath fresh Pilchars to him sent , Before the former barrell be quite spent . But heere , me thinks , I heare some boistrous rough Centurion say ; Tush , I haue wit enough To serue mine owne turne ; And I le never care To be Arcesilas , or to impaire My health , like Solon : who doe leane awry Their heads , pearcing the earth with a fixt eye : When by themselues they gnaw their murmuring And furious silence , as 't were ballancing Each word vpon their out-stretchd lippe : And when They meditate the dreames of old sicke men , As , Out of nothing , nothing can be brought : And that which is , can ne're be turnd to naught . Is it for This they 're pale ? and that they misse Their dinner oftentimes , is it for This ? Why yet they are but scorn'd ev'n by the Route , The People : and our Lustie Lads but flout Them , and with crisped noses aloofe off , Strongly ingeminate a trembling scoffe . m m Perfius his answere to the obiection , which he makes the Centurion heere vse . Yet , scorne not learning : lest thy falling state Proue such , as this which here I will relate . One said to his Physitian , Pray Sir see ; Me thinks I am not as I vse to be . My heart doth quake as if it boaded death : And my sick jaws send forth a loathsome breath ; Pray good Sir feele my Pulse : and play your part . Well , the Physitian vs'd his chiefest art , And bid him rest Foure daies . But when each vaine Began composedly to flow againe , On the Third night : he bid his servant take A n n A small flaggon . little thirsting-flaggon , and straight make All speed , to the great house of such a friend , And tell him , he desir'd him for to send Some of his milde Surrentine wine : and so Having dranke that , vnto the Baths hee 'd go . When being there , thither did come by chance His owne Physitian : who straight cast a glance On this his patient , and to him said , Why You are Pale , and are you not afraid ? Tush man , saith he , that s Nothing . Yet beware , Said his Physitian , and pray haue a care , What ere this Nothing is . For I doe see , Your yellow sickly skinne swells secretly . Well , prethee now , said he , doe not thou raile At Me : for thou thy selfe dost looke more pale And worse : be not a Tutour vnto Me. One I haue had , and buri'd : now for Thee , Thou yet remainst . On then , and doe not cease , Said his Physitian , and I le hold my peace . This gallant then swelling with daintie cheere Bathes his pale belly , and without all feare : His throat halfe stopt with grosse corrupted fleame , Leasurely breathing a sulphureous steame . But midst his wines a suddaine trembling seaz'd Vpon each ioint of him ▪ that his diseas'd Weake hand could not his luke-warme bowle retaine : And his vncover'd teeth ev'n gnasht againe : And then through his loose lips , his fine-oild meate He vomits , which he greedily had eate . Then were prepared for his funerall The o o At the Funerals of Great Men , they vsed Trumpets : as pipes at the Burials of the meaner sort . Trumpet , and the Lights : And last of all , This seeming-happy man , that would not doubt , His health , being composedly laid out On his high bed , his biere ; and now daub'd o're And ev'n bedurted with th' abundant store Of ointments ; stretcheth towr'd the Citie-gate His cold dead heeles ; & those whose best estate But yesterday , was but to be his slaue , p p It was the custome of the Romanes before their deathes to Manumitte their servants : which was by shauing their heads , and putting a cappe on . Now weare their cappes , and beare him to his graue . q q The scornefull reply of the Centurion . What ? then belike y' apply this same to Mee ? But ( wretched foole ! ) th' art out . For knowe , I 'me free . Touch but my veines : feele how my heart doth beate : There 's but a wonted moderated heate . Or feele the bottoms of my feete : or hold My hands : thou shalt perceaue they are not cold . r r The answere of Persius . T is true . But know seduced man ; there sticke Diseases in thy Soule ; t is That is sicke . For if thou see by chance much gold : or spie Thy neighbours smooth-cheek'd wench to cast an eie Vpon thee , smiling with a wanton glance : Speake true : doth Then thy heart Orderly daunce ? There 's set before thee on thy board , to eate , In a cold dish hard hearbes , somewhat rough meate ; And course bread sifted in the people's searce : Le ts trie your chappes . Oh are yee now averse ? In thy soft mouth there 's hid a putrid soare , Which touch'd with Common hearbes , would make thee roare . So thy heart 's cold , when pale feare doth affright Thy haire like eares of corne standing vpright . Againe , fierce anger makes thy blood grow hot , Ev'n as a fire-brand doth a seething pot ; And then thy flaring eies sparkling forth fire Thou sai'st and dost So in thy furious ire : That mad Orestes dares sweare , Such a fact None but a man starke mad , ere durst to act .

THE FOVRTH SATIRE . Argument . Yong Rulers : The complaint of Lust On Avarice , vnfit though iust . ARt thou a Common-wealths chiefe Governer ? ( Suppose the bearded graue a a Socrates . Philosopher , Whom the cold draught of Hemlocke forc'd to die , Thus to demand ) On what dost thou relie ? What are thy grounds ? speake Alcibiades , Pupill vnto the famous Pericles . Oh , wit and graue discretion , I haue heard Indeed , do many times Prevent a Beard ! And so Thou knowst no doubt , though th' art but yong , Both when to Speake , and when to hold thy tonge . When therefore the vext multitude grow hot With choller , and their duty haue forgot : Thou dost but lift vp thy maiesticke hand , And straight a gen'rall silence dost command Ore the tumultuous rout . Then what dost say ? b b These three lines are spoken in the person of this yong Governer . O yee Quiritians ( if prevaile I may ) I thinke This is not just that 's done by you : Nor This : t were better if you Thus did doe . For thou canst weigh truth in the double scale Of the most doubtfull ballance . If it faile , Straightwaies Thou know'st it : yea , though hid it lie Betweene a double crooked falsitie : Or if a Rule ( so perfect is Thy sight ) Measure not ev'ry thing exactly right . And the blacke c c The Iudges being about to giue sentence of death against a man , were wont to write his name in a table , and prefixe before it , the letter ● as being the first of 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 , signifying hee was to be delivered over to Death . Theta signe of deadly shame Thou can'st prefixe 'fore an offenders name . Thou Canst doe this . Oh , t were a crime to Doubt . Come , come : Thou being faire only without And in the skinne , in vaine : leaue off to shake Thy taile , before the flattring rout , or make Suit for great offices , till age and cares Haue made thee Fit to manage such affaires . Thou being fitter yet to drinke good store Of pure vnmixt braine-purging Hellebore . Wherein consists thy last , thy greatest wish ? d d The answere of this vaine fellow : and the replie of Persius . In having ev'ry day a full fat dish : Then with sweet oile to'noint my skin , and lie In the Sunnes pleasant warmth till it be drie . d d The answere of this vaine fellow : and the replie of Persius . Why hadst thou with the selfe same question tri'd This poore old woman ; shee had so repli'd . Goe now and boast how thy Nobilitie Comes from th' Illustrious Dinomache . Puffe out thy vaunts , and say , I 'me comely , faire , To graunt thee such Vaine praises I le not care . When ragged gran'ame Baucis , that does crie Vnto the looser servants , Will yee buie Any sweete hearbes , has as much wit as Thee , That thus dost boast of thy vaine pedegree . That no man will descend to his Owne heart , And search the secrets of that hidden part ! No man ! But haue their eies fixt evermore Vpon His backe and bagge that goes Before ! For doe but aske a man , by Chance ; D' yee know Vectidius farmes ? Hee 'le say , Vectidius ? Who ? The Chuffe of Cures , he whose grounds they say A kite can scarce flie o're in a whole day ? Him ev'n the Gods oppose and the sure fate Of an vnluckie Genius . Who ( the date Of time , bringing againe the Plow-mens e e These feasts were called Compitalia , and were celebrated in honour of their Lares . feast , When from their paineful labors they haue ceas'd , And now hung vp their weary Oxens yoke By the worne path vpon some aged oke ) When he should freely laugh , and make good cheere For other plow-men ( t is but Once a yeere ) Most basely fearing to pull off the clay From his small wine-vessel ; hee 'le sigh , and say , Pray Ioue , that this my Prodigalitie Bring me not in the end , to beggerie ! A coated oignion then with salt he eates ; ( His servants much applauding such braue meates : Nay , and reioycing for their happy lot And for the barly-pudding in the pot ) Then sparingly he suppes in steed of beere , The cloathy dregges of dying Vineger . But straight replies the other , If Thou 'noint'st With supple oile thy foule lubberly ioints And ly'st in the hot Sunne letting it beate Vpon thy skinne , with its strong parching heate : There 's one whom Thou scarce know'st , stands here hard by , Ev'n at thine elbow , that could likewise crie Against Thy manners , and thy lewder art , The depilation of thy modest part , And of thy lunges , to prostitute thereby Vnto a barren lust thy pathicke thigh . Thy Cheekes bearing a kemb'd , oil'd beard : Elsewhere f f Reader , in This line , I intendedly depart from the Letter of mine Author , yet without thy losse . Why dost thou too-vniustly-smooth appeare ? Scrape on : but though fiue lustie wrastlers would Roote vp these springing plants : yea though they should With crooked pinsers , by their tugging oft , Weaken thy parts of shame , though first made soft With Barbers soapie water , so to yeeld The better , to the plowers of this field : Yet this o're-spreading fearne will never bow Vnto the deepest furrow-making plow . Thus we wound Others : and doe yeeld agen Our thighes vnto the darts of other men . And thus we know mans life pursu'd to be By this too-much-assumed Libertie . g g The passage heere , was too-obscure : wherefore J was forced to be a little diffuse in the opening of the connection ; and so inserted these foure verses . Yet some mens faults , because they hidden lie From the enquirie of their Enemie , Are not obiected to them ; yet are knowne To him , to whom they crie , We are thine Owne . Thou hast a secret wound vnder thy side : But thy broad gold-boss'd girdle doth it hide : So though thou make Men say , Th' art well ( in Vaine ) : Will thy Side say so too , that feeles the paine ? Thou 'lt heere perchance reply , What ? when as all My neighbours Me an ex'lent fellow , call ; And say , I am not as your Common men . Shall I , ah , Can I not beleeue 'hem then ? h h The reply of Persius to his owne obiection . Alas , blinde wretch ! if at the sight of gold With avaricious loue thou waxest cold And pale : if ev'ry thing thou likewise doe , Which griefe-procuring Lust provokes thee to : If on the table of thy Vsurie , By most oppressing heavie crueltie , As by a strong deepe-wounding scourge , thou make Many a sure-imprinted grievous strake : To the false-praising People thou maist lend Thy spungie , sucking eares ; but to no end . Seeme not more then thou art : neither beleeue The ignorant applause base Coblers giue . Liue with thy Selfe , and quickly thou shalt see , The curtal'd store of thy bare povertie .

THE FIFT SATIRE IN FORME of a Dialogue . The Speakers . Persius , Cornutus . Argument . Cornutus praise : Philosophie : Oppos'd desires : true Libertie . P. OVr Poets vse to wish they had large lunges , And a whole hundred voices , mouths , and tongues : When they would write a buskin'd Tragedie , To be yawn'd out with the sad Maiestie Of a Tragedian : or describe the high Braue-minded Parthian pulling from his thigh A hooke-like bearded dart . C. Why speak'st Thou thus ? And heapest vp such vast robustious And swelling lines , that Thou Thy Selfe dost need A hundred throates , if thou 'dst attaine indeed The end which such endeavours tend to ? Rather Let Them , who 'le write some Loftie matter , gather Clouds off of Helicon , to whom the pot Of Progne , or Thyestes shall grow hot ; Of which , the fond Tragedian Glyco must Oft make his supper . But Thou neither dust Puffe from thy mouthes full bellowes much vaine winde The whil'st the matters boiling in thy minde , Thy fordge : nor with an inward murmuring Hoarsly crow-like caw'st out some idle thing , ● know not what : nor dost Thou striue to stuffe Thy swelling cheekes , to breake 'hem with a puffe . Thy words are words of peace , and accurate Thy stile ; thy mouth not swolne , but moderate Smooths out thy numbers ; Thou canst touch to th' quicke , Pale manners : and with an ingenuous tricke Strike a crime Through ; And Hence indeed from Crimes Doe Thou draw still the subiect of Thy rimes ; And leaue the feast made with the feete and head Of Plysthenes woefully murthered , At sad Mycenae : and doe Thou descrie The Peoples banquets , full of Luxurie . ● . Surely , I striue not that My leafe may rise Wi●h swelling bubbles of vaine fopperies , ●it to giue weight to smoake . We speake retir'd : And inwardly I by my Muse inspir'd Heere offer ev'n my secret heart to bee By Thee tri'd fully . For I 'de haue thee see Cornutus , dearest friend , how great a part Of my deare , yet divided soule Thou art . Knocke on my breast : for Thou hast skill to know What soundeth solid , and the cover'd shew Of a gilt tongue . And oh heere I could craue A hundred voices : that how much I haue ●ixt thee within my many-seated breast , ●… a pure fluent stile might be express'd : ●nd that which now ineffable doth dwell Within my heart , in words I heere could tell . When first I did begin to leaue to feare ●nder a Master : and left off to weare ●…y purple-Coate , that still preserved free From violation my weake infancie : And when my Golden Bosse I newly had Hung vp to my a a To signifie their readinesse and expedition in defence of the hous● which was committed to their tutelary charge . succinct House-Gods : when bad , And st●ttering companions guarded mee : When now my White Shield granted Libertie Vnto mine eyes , freely to roue throughout The lewd Suburra : when I was in doubt Which way to take : and when my trembling minde Was by pernicious errour almost blinde , Mis-led into divided paths : I then Offer'd my selfe to thy Instruction . When Thou straightway didst embrace my tender youth In thy Socratique bosome : and the truth Of Thy rule well-appli'd , skilfull to draw Feeble inclining mindes to reasons law , Shewd me intorted manners : and my mind Was press'd by reason , thoroughly confin'd To learned precepts , stroue to be o'recome ; And tooke a Faire forme from Thy skilfull thombe . For I remember oft I with delight Haue spent long daies with Thee : and of the Night Haue borrow'd the first howres , feasting with Thee On the choise dainties of Philosophie . One worke we wrought : we rested both one rest : Mixing severenesse , with a Modest iest . For doubt not , both our birth-daies ioin'd in one Sure league , drawne from one constellation : Or the vnchanged Parca weigh'd our time With an ev'n ballance : or that first , that prime Birth-howre of vs true friends did blessedly Place our embracing fates in Gemini : And heavie Saturnes sterne malignitie Was broke by our good Ioues benignitie . I knowe not What , but sure Some Starre I see , Which inwardly disposes me towrds Thee . Yet there 's a thousand sorts of men : and strange Varietie doth humane actions change . Each hath his sev'rall will : nor doe All liue With One desire , For , One his minde doth giue To Merchandizing , and with care doth runne Out to the East vnder the rising Sunne , To get rough pepper , and pale Cummin seed For Romane wares Another loues to feed His panch , and then swell with destilling sleepe ; A third doth Mars-field wrastlings duely keepe ; A fourth turnes banke-rupt by the desp'rate die ; A fift growes rotten by damn'd Venerie . But when the knottie hand-gout has once broke Their ioynts , as th' boughes of some decayed oke : Anger and griefe doe then begin a strife Within them , for their base and durtie life Now spent : when now , but now too late , they looke Vpon the life they wretchedly forsooke . But Thou in learned writings dost by night Grow pale . Thou makest it thy chiefe delight To sow yong purged eares with fruitfull truths , With good Cleanthes fruit . Draw Hence yee youths , Yee old men , for your selues , some Certaine end : ●ome helpes from cares your old age to defend . To Morrow wee 'le doe this . b b He brings them in answering for themselues and then be replies a●ine vnto them . Alas ! you 'le doe The same , to-morrow . ' Why aske we of you ●o much , to wit , only One Day ? c c Another answere of theirs , with his owne reply . But when The Third day comes , we haue consumed then To-Morrow Yesterday : and thus to borrow Of time , though yet to come , still one To-morrow● Will secretly driue out our Yeares at last , When Ev'ry day a New day will be past , Never to be recover'd . For Thou Wheele Which dost about the Second Axle reele Hindermost , maist in vaine striue to o'retake The First still turning forward , which doth make Like hast , with equall swiftnes : though thou bee Hard by it plac'd vnder the selfe-same tree . Whos'ever then True Libertie would gaine , Let him embrace Philosophie : for vaine Is Other freedome ; Such , to wit , whereby Any new Publius may familiarly In his ( the Veline ) tribe course corne demand By bringing but his Token in his hand . O men barraine of truth , that thinke they can Make , with a Turning , a Quiritian ! Heer 's Dama a base horse-keeper not worth Three halfe-pence , a meere sot , that can't looke forth From out the mist of Jgnorance , and one Who 'le lie ev'n for the least occasion , For horse-bread ; whom if 's Master turne about , I' th' moment of the Whirling he goes out Straight , Marcus Dama . The Gods ! Darst denie To trust one , Marcus being suretie ? Or , Marcus being iudge , art pale with feare Of Wrong ? Marcus said it : then thou mayst sweare T is true . Now Marcus seale the Bond. Oh , heer 's Braue Libertie and true , which our Cap weares As well as Wee ! d d The answere of Dama now Manumiss'd . Why is there any free , But he , the which doth liue at Libertie ? I liue at libertie , and am not I More free then Brutus then ? e e The reply of Persius . Oh heere stands by A well-taught Stoick , whose more purged eare Is wash'd , as 't were , with Truths sharpe vineger , That sayes , I grant the First ; but where you say , J liue at Libertie , take That away . f f Another answere of Dama . Why ? since I came from th' Praetors rod Mine Owne Free man , I le Now be subiect vnto none ; And why may n't I doe with full liberty Whats'e're g g A famous Lawyer , and afterwards a Knight of Rome . Masurius doth not deny ? h h Another reply of Persius . Oh , learne : but this thine anger first depose , And let fall from thy too-much-wrinkled nose , Thy rugged scoffe ? whilst from thy lunges I pull These old wiues tales , of which thy breast 's Yet full . It was not in the Praetors pow'r to giue Pure Wisdome vnto Fooles , or make Them liue By Reasons rule . No ; thou shalt sooner fit Vnto the harpe , a rough rude souldiers wit . 'Gainst which Reason doth stand , and secretly Whispers him in the eare , and sayes , Fie , Fie : Never attempt what thou canst nere reach to , And only spoile , whilst thou dost striue to do . The law of man and nature both deny Weake Ignorance the priviledge to trie Forbidden things . Dost Thou mixe Hellebore For a sicke patient , who ne're tri'd'st before To weigh 't exactly to a Dramme ? The art Of Physicke bids thee not-dare act This part . If a rude high-shooed clowne offer to steere A shippe , not knowing his guide Lucifer : The Sea-God Melicerta may exclame . The brow of modestie has lost all shame ? Has vertues art taught thee to walke vpright ? And canst thou with a perspicacious sight Discerne the Shew of Truth from truth ? Dost know Counterfaite gold by th' Sound ? and canst thou shew What things to follow , what things to decline , The first with Chaulke , the last with Coale to signe ? Art of confin'd desires ? hast thou a small And pretty well-trimm'd house ? art kinde to all Thy friends ? canst wisely sometimes Shut thy store , Sometimes Open thy garners to the poore , And with a pure affection vnhurt Canst thou passe over money i i An allusion to the sport that children vsed : who tying a peece of money to the end of a string , would cover the string with durt and let the money bee seene , which , when any greedie fellow passing by , would stoope to take vp , they would plucke-in the string ; and so delude him . fixt i' th durt ? Nor , as a greedy glutton , loue to licke Mercuriall spittle , which doth vse to sticke Vpon the lippes of Niggards ? When as all These things thou mayst thine owne most truely call ; Then , Oh be wise , enioy true Libertie , The Praetors , yea , and great Joue blessing thee . But Thou but th' other day of Our degree , Retaining still thy Old skinne , being free Only in a smooth brow , that outward part , Deepe subtilty lurking in thy foule heart : The Liberty I gaue thee , I againe Recall , and doe tie Shorter Now thy chaine . For Reason vnto Thee doth Nothing lend : Lift but thy k k Ramirez ( in his Commentary on Martial : lib. 1. Epig. 1. ) would perswade vs that this place is meant de Medio digito , but his exposition is somewhat ranke , and J will iustly oppose him with that discreet admonition of Turnebus ( Advers. lib. 23. cap. 23. ) Non sunt tam ex alto ducendi sensus , de quibus poeta nihil cogitârit . Finger vp , thou dost offend ; And what 's so small ? But , thou shalt nere obtaine By any francke-incense , that the Least Graine Of wisdome shall ere rest within a foole : To mix These Two , is against Natures rule . Nor shalt thou , thou remaining a Clowne still , Ere daunce three measures with Bathyllus skill . ●●'me Free . l l An other reply of Dama , and the answere of Persius . How canst thou say so , thy affection Being in vassal'd to the worst subiection ? Knowst thou no other Master , but he whom The Manumitting rod did free thee from ? Indeed if Now , one say imperiously To 's slaue ; Goe , Sirra , carry presently This linnen to Crispinus Bathes ; dost stand Still , Lazie knaue ? This his severe command Doth moue thee nothing : because now no whip May scourge Thy Lazie sides , to make Thee skip . But if within , in thy sicke lungs doe spring Head-strong desires , art Thou in any thing Lesse servile then , then is such a poore knaue , Whom th' whip & feare of 's Master made a slaue ? Thou lying long in bed , avarice cries , Vp , vp , Not yet , saist thou : For shame arise , Cries she ; I can't , thou do'st reply : Why so , Saies shee againe ? Rise , Rise ; dost thou not knowe What thou shouldst doe ? Why goe to th' Sea , bring thence Fish , Beaver-oile , flaxe , Eben , franckincense , And loosning wines of Co ; and be the first To fetch from th' Camel , whilst he yet doth thirst , Fresh pepper : exchange somewhat , and forsweare For Gaine . O but ( alas ! ) then Ioue will heare Why , foole , if thou wilt dwell with Joue , thou shalt Striving but to get out one tast of salt , Boare a hoale through thy oft-lick'd salt-seller . Well ; being got vp , thou dost ( not to deferre To execute her will ) provide thy men Bagges for to lay their cloathes in , and then Lai'st-in wine , with such other things thou knowst Are fit for Navigation : then straight go'st To shippe ; where nothing hinders thee to saile O're the Aegaean Sea with a full gaile , But Luxurie . That doth seduce thy weake Vnstayednesse , and thus with art doth speake . Whether , Oh whether madman , dost thou run ? Whether ? What lackst thou ? What wouldst thou haue done ? ( m m These two lines , the Poet interiects in his owne person . And now thy hot breast with strong ire doth swell , Which a whole pot of Hemlock can scarce quell . ) Wilt Thou passe ore the Seas ? Wilt Thou ere eate Thy Supper , making a Stretch'd Rope thy seate ? Shall a broad-bottom'd tankard that does st●●ke Of pitch , fume out the wine , that Thou must drinke ? Nay , vile ruddie Veientane wine ? striv'st thou To make thy lab'ring money sweat forth now Eleav'n in twelue , the which did Heere obtaine Ne're aboue Fiue in Twelue , a modest gaine ? Come , come : cherish thy Genius : let 's be free T' enioy a full delight : for without Me Life is Not : and remember that ere long . Thou shalt be but a Ghost , dust , and the song O' th' People . Thinke how thou by death shalt passe Away , like Time . This which I 'ue Spoke , It was . What dost thou now ? Two hookes a double way Now drawe thee ; Wilt thou this , or I his obey ? Thou must be slaue to both alternately : Now serving Avarice , now Luxurie . Nor maist thou , if thou dost for Once withstand Their instant and importunate command , Say straight , I 'ue broake their bands ; For , loe , A dogge by tugging breakes his knot , just so , Who , though he runne away and bite and straine , Yet at his necke doth traile much of his chaine . Chaerestratus in serious meditation Biting his naile to th' quicke through deepe vexation Saies to his man ; Davus , I now intend All my fore-passed greefes and Loue to end ; Beleeue me . For shall I bee still a shame , Vnto my sober carefull friends good name ? Shall I spend all my stocke with infamie At the lewd threshold of a Stews ? Shall I Drunke before Chrysis 'nointed moist doores stand Singing , my torch extinguish'd in my hand ? O n n Davus his reioycing at his Masters promised reformation . rare yong Master ! Be hence-forward wise : And offer vp a lambe in sacrifice , To thy protecting Gods . o o The interrogation of Chaerestratus to his servant Davus . But dost beleeue Davus , if I forsake her , that shee le grieue ? p p Davus his indignation , at his Masters weake inconstancie . Dost trifle , Idle boy ? Then she shall breake Thy pate with her red pantofle , and wreake Her spight vpon thee , that thou shalt not dare To quake , nor bite her fast-entangling snare . Th' art Now averse and violent ; but when She shall perchance but call thee : thou 'lt say then , I come straightwaies ; for , why ? what should I doe ? Sha'n't I goe to my Loue , when Shee doth Wooe , And Sends for me ? But if thou canst Now , Now Redeeme thy selfe All and Entire ; Thou , Thou Art that thrise-happy man , that only He Whom Only , We iudge to be Truely free . Not he , o're whom the foolish Lictor wagges His rod , and of him , as His Freeman bragges . For , Oh , can he be truely call'd his owne Whom Candidate Chaulkie Ambition Drawes gaping to Her lure ? To whom she cries , q q The words of Ambition . Vnto thy Clients salutations rise By time , and giue a lib'rall doale of pease Vnto the scrambling multitude : that these Our large Floralia may be made the talke Of Aged men hereafter as they walke In the warme Sun ; For what can be More braue ? r r These words are spoken in the person of Persius . And art not Superstitious to haue On Herods birth-day , many candles plac'd In order i' th' oild window , much defac'd By the fat clowd the which they vomit out , Though with sweet violets th' are deck'd about ; And t' haue a Tunies taile , as ' twe●e to swimme In a red dish , thy white bowle full to th' brimme With wine , yet dost nor fast till night , and pray All the Iewes circumcised Saboth-day ? Then with Hobgoblins , and the feigned feare Of danger from a crackt egge , and th' austere Graue Priests of Cybell , and the one-eied maide Of Isis with her timbrell , th' art dismaid . And thinkst the Gods will puffe with some disease Thy swelling skinne : if thou shalt them displease : Refusing by their graue rules to be led , To tast each morne three times a Garlicke-head . And saiest thou yet , thou liu'st at libertie , Being subiect to th' extreamest vanitie ? Yet speake this , which the Gods doe knowe , is true , 'Mongst full-veind Souldiers : what would straight ensue ? Some vast Volpenius with a full deepe throate Would bellow out a laugh , in a base note : And ten times ten Philosophers of Greece Would scarcely prize at a clipt Ten-groates peece .

THE SIXT AND LAST SATIRE TO his friend Caesius Bassus a Lyrique Poët . Argument . The pining Niggards fruitlesse care , To feed the lust of his lewd heire . NOw , Bassus hath the cold made thee retire Thy selfe , this winter , to the Sabine fire ? Doe thy old harpe and strings liue to thee still , Sounding lowd musicke with a stiffer quill ? Great workman ! whose blest Muse sweet lines affordes , Full of the Natiue beauty of Old words : And on the Romane harpe with happynesse Of skill , a masculine , strong sound t● expresse : Now playing yong mens sports , now playing some Braue Old mens actions , with an honest thombe . The warme Ligurian shoare growes hot to Mee : And I 'me now winterd at my Natiue Sea ; Where the rocks yeeld a shoare to them that saile And where the haven into a large vale Retires it selfe . T is fairely worth the sight , The port of Luna , full of much delight . Thus said wise Ennius Aft'r h' had dreamd he was Homer , the fift form'd by Pythagoras His Peacockes soule . Here I retir'd liue free From caring what the People thinke of me : And what th' vnluckie South-wind doth prepare For cattle ; Nor doe I take greefe or care If that my neighbours field's more fat then mine . Let all poore-borne grow rich , I le never pine With stooping age , for That : or want good cheere : Or touch the signe of dreggy sealed beere In a hoar'd flaggon . Yet another may Dissent from this . For oft the same birth-day Hath an Ascendent strongly influent Producing ev'n in twinnes a different Yea an opposed Genius . For the one Warily with great circumspection , And on his Birth-day only , dips his drie Course hearbs in brinish sauce , which he doth buy In a small cup , His Owne selfe Sprinkeling His dish with Pepper as a Holy thing . The other a braue boy couragiously Spends his large portion in luxurie On his consuming tooth . But as for Mine , I le Vse it : yet nere let my Freedmen dine With Turbets : nor be curious-mouth'd to know But by the tast if 't be a Thrush or noe . Proportion thy expences by thy gaine : And grind out freely ( for thou maist ) thy graine Laid vp within thy barnes . What shouldst thou feare ? But harrow , and behold straight will appeare Another harvest . a a The covetous mans pretended reason in defence of himselfe . Why , I Would thus spend , But Dutie hinders me . For my poore friend , His shippe being split , held by the Brutian Sharpe rockes ; and buri'd in th' Jonian Rough waues all his estate , and his deafe cries Neglected by the Gods : and himselfe lies Vpon the shoare with his great Gods , which he Caught from his broken ship , whose ribs now be Expos'd vnto the Cormorant . b b Persius his replie . Nay , Now Giue him some of thy Land : and doe not thou Thinke thou canst be Too free ; Let him not lacke , Wandring with a Greene * * The table of his shipwrack Table at his backe . But if thou ' impaire thy wealth , thy angred heire Of thy last funerall-feast will take small care : And with neglect into thy vrne will throw Thy bones without perfumes , carelesse to know Whether he buy dull-smelling Cinnamum , Or Casia corrupt with Cherry-gumme . Hee 'le say . What dost thou idly spend thy wealth . My portion , being in thy perfect Health ? But more ; I 'me sure there 's thriftie Bestius Doth presse your learnedst Graecian Doctors , thus ; Thus 't is , since your Fond Liberalitie , Rather c c Thus with the most accurate Interpreters , J render Maris Expers , taking Maris for the genitiue case of Mas , not of Mare ; For then there were a manifest contradiction in the sense ; because presently after , he sayes , it came from Greece , and so by consequent , over the Sea . emasculate soft Luxurie , With pepper , dates , and other ware hath come From your lewd Greece vnto our Citie Rome , Our very Mowers doe with too much oile Their ancient wholesome meate Sawcily spoile . d d Persius heere answeres to the obiection , which hee himselfe brought for the covetous man . But fearst these things beyond thy Graue-Draw neere , Thou whosoere shalt be My heire , and heare : And that into our talke none may intrude , Let vs retire from the thicke multitude . My friend , know'st not the newes ? Caesar hath sent A Laurell for a signe and ornament Of his great conquest over Germanie : And the cold ashes which before did lie Vpon the Altars , are now swept away : And with great care and ioy e e The Emperour Caligula's wife makes all things ready for the triumph . Caesonia Fixeth the conquer'd Kings armour of proofe And all their weapons to the temples roofe : Clads all the captiues in a durt-browne freise : Placeth the Rheni of a huge vast size : And orders all their coaches : Wherefore I Will bring for this so happy victory f f The Romans counted their Fencers-shewes and Plaies a part of their Religion ; as Turnebus well obserues , in his Advers. lib. 39. cap. 7. p. 1093. To th' Gods and our great Captaines Genius A hundred paire of fencers . I being thus Freely dispos'd , who doth forbid ? Dar'st Thou ? Woe , if thou yeeld'st not . Say , that I 'me pleas'd now Vpon the people to bestow a doale Of oile and flesh-pies : dost thou dare controule ? Speake out , and plainely . Why , your land , thou 'lt say , Is not so fat , so bonelesse , but I may , For any cause I see , not greatly care , Whether or noe , you doe make Me your Heire . Well then , scorne Thou my Loue ; yet thus much knowe : Enow will be my heire , and thanke me too . For were none of my fathers sisters left : No cousen-germane : or were I bereft Of all my vnkle's neece's daughters : say , My mothers sister had di'd barraine : nay , That none sprung from my grandame did surviue : Briefely , that not one kinsman were aliue : I le goe but to g g These were places not farre from Rome , where beggers vsed to aske almes of passengers . Bovillae , or the g g These were places not farre from Rome , where beggers vsed to aske almes of passengers . hill Of Virbius , where standeth ready still , Poore Mannius : He shall be my heire . h h The interrogation of his covetous heire , and the reply of Persius . What Hee ? A sonne o' th' Earth ? Obscure ? h h The interrogation of his covetous heire , and the reply of Persius . Why aske of Me , Who was my fourth Forefather , I can't Well And Readily declare ; though I Can tell . But if you ' de knowe His father , and againe That fathers father : sure you must remaine Satisfied thus ; That He did drawe His birth Immediatly from his mother earth ; And so at last , you 'le finde Mannius to be By right of kinne , great vnkle vnto Me. Yet why at all should'st Thou indeed desire To be my Heire , when thou might'st be my Sire For Age ? and why should'st thou demand of Mee My torch , when I in i i An allusion to the race celebrated in honour of Prometheus , where the first running with a torch in his hand , when he was wearie , gaue it to the next after him . course runne After Thee ? Yet if thou be my heire , me thinkes , thou oughtst To be content , with what thou never bought'st ▪ I 'me Mercurie , and come , to Thee , a God , As he is k k With a purse of money in his hand . Painted . With a churlish nod Scorn'st my free offer ? Wilt not thou be glad For what is left ? l l The murmuring obiection of his covetous heire , and the reply of Persius . Why , heere s not all You had Left to You by Your father . l l The murmuring obiection of his covetous heire , and the reply of Persius . True indeed . Much I did spend on mine owne proper need . But , briefly , this is all is left : which All I 'le Giue to thee ; And doe not thou now brawle Vnkindly with me : neither aske me where Is that which Tadius left me : and ne're Giue me hard words , as fathers drawing nigh Their end , doe giue their sonnes before they die ; Saying , See thou put out the Principall : And spend but of the Vse : let That be all . m m One murmuring interrogation more , of his greedy heire ; and the reply of Persius full of indignation . But yet , What 's Left ? m m One murmuring interrogation more , of his greedy heire ; and the reply of Persius full of indignation . What 's left ? Now lib'rally Pow're boy , pow're oile vpon my hearbes . Shall I Vpon a high festivall day , be fed With a sod nettle , and a leane swines head Hung vp i'th'smoake by th' eare ; vnto the end This lewd knaue may My goods hereafter spend ? And fill'd with dainty jiblets , without shame Lewdly embrace a soft Patrician Dame ; When as his wayward , full-swolne , chiding veine ; With an vncertaine lust doth sob againe ? Shall I be like the warpe of bare cloath , that To him a strutting panch may quagge with fat ? n n A satiricall Irony in the person of some Third Speaker . Oh , sell thy Soule for Gaine , to leaue thy heire Wealthy : and so thou gettest by thy ware , Ne're care how honestly . Sift ev'ry coast Of the whole world , that thou mayst truely boast , No man feedes fatter Cappadocian knaues In a rough cage , then are Thy lustie slaues . Double thy wealth . o o The answere of Persius . T is done ; nay't has increas'd Three , foure , ten-fold as much . Yet scarce is ceas'd And now , where likewise I may rest , designe , Chrysippus , thou that didst Thy p p Sorites , of which kinde of Argumentation , Chrysippus was the Authour . heape confine . THE END OF PERSIVS .

AN APOSTROPHE OF THE TRANslatour to his Authour Persius . THou art Redeem'd ; Nor has the Fate of Time And Vice seiz'd on thy glory . The Worst crime Which does o'recloud the Guilty , addes to Thee A Lustre , which out shines obscurity . Who thought not , that the Great-borne Spirit of Rome Had lien o'rewhelm'd in her Last Brutus tombe ? Yet did it Not : but did at last bring forth Thee , the Example of her Ancient worth . Jn whom , had Vesta's fire by which Rome Stood Beene out , there might haue yet beene found as good . Mount then , thou purer fire , and let thy heate Strongly exhale from their infectious seate Th' envenom'd fogges of vice ; And then inflame Them , that they may be lights to their Owne shame ; Which , as a Comet , may affright the earth With horror , at its owne prodigious birth ; And , with its darting taile threatning dread Vengeance , point-out to wrath each guilty head . Bee thou the Vestall fire , thy Priest I le bee , And consecrate my vigilance to Thee . Bee thou th' enlifening Sunne , I le bee the Earth , And offer vp to Thee this gratefull birth Of thankes : which thus now giv'n , though straight it Die , Jt has liv'd Ages in its Infancie . Action , not Time , does number age . Who giues A iust praise to great Vertues Patrone , liues Himselfe by his iust Gratitude . Let Spight Then doe its worst , and with eternall night Labour to clowd my name . Obscure to lie With Vertue , is an immortalitie . THis lash has but Sixe knots : but see thou mend ; Or peradventure Else I shall intend . ( Although my Angry Muse saies Shee will bee No more thus Wit-bound , thus Tongue-tied , not Shee ) To come in Fury ; and thee Naked strippe ; And Scourge thee with a Sixteene-knotted whippe . FINIS .