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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A14042) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 19313) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1012:3) Youth knovv thy selfe Turner, Richard, poet. [22] p. Printed by Augustine Mathevves and Iohn Norton, and are to be sold [by R. Milbourne] at the great south doore of Pauls, London : 1624. By Richard Turner. In verse. Bookseller's name from STC. Signatures: A-C⁴ (-C4). Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng eebo Youth knovv thy selfe. Turner, Richard, poet 1624 20 2681 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2011-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2011-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2012-01 Sampled and proofread 2012-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2012-05 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

YOVTH KNOW THY SELFE .

Disce puer virtutem exme , verumque laborem , Fortunam ex alijs .

LONDON , Printed by AVGVSTINE MATHEWES and IOHN NORTON , and are to be sold at the great South doore of Pauls . 1624.

To the Reader . REader ( if that there will be any such , These vncouth-ragged lines will grace so much ) I doe implore of thee this courtesie , As that thou wilt not looke with Eagles eye . For though like Delphian Oracles I seeme , My not - Appollo's verses to esteeme ; Yet know , I thinke so great will be their fame , As that I dare not set to them my name . Then seeing that I am vnknowne of thee , And that thou likewise art vnknowne of mee , I can report of thee no thing that 's bad , Doe but the same of me , I shall be glad .
YOVTH KNOW THY SELFE TO Schoole the weather-beaten wise , & fage , To checke the little pretty innocent age , Were but presumption , and too curious follie ; Since neither of these ages can be iolly . Your hoary haires , like isicles which bee , Strike admiration , and respect in mee . You post vnto the layle , your graue , and so Along to Heauens-Sessions house , to know From the Coelestiall Iudge , the fatall doome Of al your sins , done from your mothers wombe . Expect your censure there ; I le not so much , As how you come bald-pated , giue a touch : Your frowning lookes , & wrinckles doe infuse A smoothed brow vpon mine angry Muse . Your frozen members , and infrigidated , Cannot by Venus starre be calculated . But if amongst you some be children growne , How for to know themselues it shall be showne . You with your golden lookes , and siluer bands , Like to the Dayses culled by your hands , Your louing sports , and quarrell-breeding games , The strictest-rigid'st Cato neuer blames . Your euer-blushing cheekes protend , yee feare That all things which ye doe , offensiue are . Ah! 't is not you , that for my rage are fuell , Your smiles , and bablings , make me not so cruell . 'T is hee , or she that Venus shrine adores , That 's in the teenes , and not come to the scores . 'T is those that new , forth from the eg-shell came , And are become stout cockes , & henns o' the game : This is the blood-warme age , there springs from The Salamander of concupiscence . This is the Age that makes my spleene to swell hence With laughter , and my gall to leaue her cell : Which being vomited vp , about doth flye , Bespurtling euery body that stands nigh . This makes mine eyes , like Basiliskes for to pry Vpon the obiect , till I make it dye . Oh who hath such a foggie-clowdy braine , That of all ages thinkes not this most vaine ? Or who is such an A-b-c-darian asse , That finds not this all former times to passe ? Since Satan belch't out poyson first on earth , Sin nere was practis'd with such ioy and mirth . And some's so horrid , that I cannot tell , Whether hee 'l owne it , that inhabits Hell . Be deafe yee tender eares , whilst I rehearse , Things that would stain the purest meaning verse : When Dildoes , Merkins , and sophistications , With thousands of such lust-full variations , Must de divulged by a mind that 's bent , To bid the good beware , the bad repent . Goe on my Muse , thou need'st not dread disgrace , Black is the only colour in thy face Assume thy former spirit , I know thou durst Say of all earthly creatures , man's the worst . All haue obey'd their Maker but this man , Who neuer fully did , nor neuer can . Witnesse this last declining age , wherein That is thought vertue , which before was sinne . When as Venerious youngsters set on fire , Dare to their neighbours silent bed aspire , To drench their itching , and sulpherous flame , Yet must the wronged beare away the shame . Since Cuckolding , and head-horning plantation Is deem'd and act of supererrogation . But those that , like old cuckowes , rob mens nests ; An eating Scab their purest parts inuests . Oh! that Adultery , fondlings should so hallow , Which is the deepest sink , the soule doth swallow . And those that make horns on mens heads to dwel , Should engins make , to tosse themselues to Hell . The winged-chirping songsters of the ayre , Vpon Saint Valentines day , that vse to payre , May teach these Roysters , if they cannot tarry , The remedie is very speedy , Marry . Giue to the Parson , and to toule the bell , Hee 'l soone dispatch yee , be yee impes of Hell . And if one come the match to disanull , Hee 'l pull his dagger out , and breake his skull . And if yee feare in Church to shew your face , A barne-like thatched one , may be the place . Such crimes as these doe make me not my selfe , But like the spitefull-snaky-headed Elfe : I pine through enuy , when I see , with ease A ten in the hondred sweltering in grease : A Fox-fur'd-clouted-pated fornicator , That 's to his Tenants wife Administrator : Whom for to keepe a wife , the charge debar'd , And that would slice his Father for his lard : That euery day doth feare a plague , and dearth , As some which doe Sol's falling downe on earth . Me thinkes there 's wild-fire in my sparkling eies , That makes the balls , like bullets , rend the skies : When that an open-fisted-biggen'd Baby , That worshippeth the name of Lord and Lady : That Forma Pauperis thinkes is his damnation , And doth esteeme demurres , his best saluation : Should haue such takings at Westminster Hall , And yet his Wifes at home , surmount them all . Why ? sure my braines with madnesse is so full , That it flies vp and downe , and cracks my skull : To see a weeping Crocodile , when she yells Lowder then Free Schooles , or ring of bells ; That sounds : whose necke seemes not to beare her head That wrings her hands , howles out my husbands dead . Yet scarce shal the Sea-god , which entertains Phoebus , that all his fiery horses traines , To visit Neptune , in his Sea-sicke weedes ; Haue watered all the foamy sweating Steeds , And giuen some fish vnto his frying Brother ; But more then monster-like , shee 'l haue another . For if you thinke the Serpent muttereth hisse , You are deceiu ; d , she treacherously cries kisse ) Let but her louer curse her , shee 's content , And thinks his curses are like blessings sent : So they 'd be Martyrs which ne're came to th' stake , And God chastiseth , doth not Martyrs make . She loues the wall , the highest seate at meetings , She would be idoliz'd by poore mens greetings . Her almes and charity is a three-penny dole , By cheats , and cogges from carelesse purses stole : Shee grudges this large portion , iust like those , The hundreth grudg , when God the tenth bestows . She neuer weepes , but when her Mother 's well , She neuer laughs , but at her Fathers knell . Drunkennesse is her portion , her purgation , Is for her burning Ague Fornication : She needs not the Phisitian's helping hand , Who freely giues vnto his patients land . Her conuersation is amongst wild beasts ; Shee euer blesseth founders of great feasts : Shee 'l purge her stupid pate with Helebore , That where she hath beene once , she may come more : Stroke her Rhinoceros nose , shee 'l neuer rest , Till she sniuels out an Elephantine iest : And shee 'l engrose vp all the Table chat , And laugh , till euery body laugh thereat . She scornes inferiours , if an heyre she be , By phauning sycophants deifi'd is she . She e're malignes , because she flatterie hates : Like those , who to renounce all Popish baites , N'ere pure enough doe thinke themselues to bee , Till they in euery thing doe disagree . She hath sugar'd-hony-dropping complements , Of venomous thoughts , the poysoned implements , Shee 'l kisse your hand , your picture , shoe-strings , cheekes , She for bumbasting stuffe in Play-bookes seekes : As that the red-rose , and the Lillie grow , In your Angelicall face , that s white as snow : And that your teeth are like two rowes of pearle , You may be Concubine to any Earle : Shee 'l crouch with cap in hand , and pardon craue , Shee 'l be your seruant , varlet , vassall , slaue : You may command her like your 3. pound Iacke , And yet shee 'l cut your throat behind your backe . ( These are the golden hookes , with which shee angles , And the not-hyperbolicall wretch entangles ) Her Spanish spit doth make her raise much strife , With which shee 'l hood winck't tilt away her life : Then may the little field-mouse sup the blood , Of her who hacster-like-insulting stood . She that doth weare a ribband for a feather , And quarrels with the faire , and serene weather , More bawdery hath her knauish-leatherne hide , Then an old Mid-wife , or an vntusk't bride . In Colledges , Inns of Court , she fornication Abhorres , not with the coupled copulation : To couple with the coupled's Fellow-like , The law did neuer 'gainst this maxime strike . Ambition mounts her , as the skipping backe , The water-coffins which doe suffer wracke : And makes her cogitations towre as high , As the early-Sun-saluting Fidlers flye : Then doth she thinke her selfe some potentate , When she is begging at anothers gate . If she hath trauelled , that she hath beene , where Cambridge , and Oxford neuer came , shee le sweare : And that her Tongus are best ( me thinks 't is pitty , She hangs not Parat-like out in the Citty ) Shee doth allure by her disheuel'd tresses , For to intice she hath a thousand dresses . Shee 's so insatiate , that in euery roome , She doth prouide a Lackey , Page , and Groome . She hath her Monkies , Marmosets , & such toyes , And much about the age of thirteene , boyes . All her attendants naked come to waite , Loue-powder and flat witchcraft is her baite . Shee Lady-like frequents the Maskes at Court , Where all the gallant hot-spurres doe resort : And there shee sits , like women in Cheape-side , Who for to sell their wares doe there abide . She without Natures vsefull preparations , Can satisfie her tickling instigations . Cantharides , with Eringos , and such cates , The fiery coales of burning heat inflates , Vntill the flesh be ouer-roasted growne , And all the liquor from the pot be flowne : That so much moysture found can scarce be there , As for to shed the least repentant teare . Shee makes her mony flye in needlesse charge , And for Tobacco her expence is large : When as she taken hath the same so long , That like an opened vault her breath is strong , So that Tobacco now she might forsake , And at one anothers mouth 's she might it take . She neither heat , nor coldnes can endure , But in the house shee doth her selfe immure : She striues not yet to keepe her selfe from Hell , Where fire must frost , and frost must fire expell . She vilifies Vniversities , and Schooles , And wisdome gets by tearming others fooles . To be aboue Gods Aarons is her right , If though her Grandsire clowne , her Sire was Knight . Not in the Hall , she in the Kitchin gluts , For finesse sake she wainescoteth her guts : Till from the mincing mouth you may assume In all your carued meate , her sweete perfume . To carry her glasse to Church , if once she misse , ( And if it please her , she may carry this ) So many Tales she will relate in iest , Till at the length shee 'l sweare she did the best . For to forsweare her selfe shee 'l vse this art , That shee , though not in tongue , hath God in heart : So when the famish't Prophets doe foretell , The wages of Church-broking shall be Hell , Reply the cursed sacrilegious crew , God bids all liue by him , as well as you . ( But know you damned catyfes , while they want Their bodies food , your soules is very scant ) When as the fable Night doth ouer spread Her duskye Canopy , on the drowzie head Of drooping Titan , then she takes her rest , Vpon her dainty downy feathered nest . And though she cannot but looke vp on high , Yet she ne're begs for heauens most watchful eye . Then dismall dreames her wandring sense affright , Till she awakes , and seekes the mornings light : But the sin-conscious darknesse she beholds , And then her close-pent conscience she vnfolds : But while she searcheth her sins Catalogue out , Shee feares the Diuell musters round about . And dreading his vice-scourging-yron rod , Perhaps shee 'l carelesly cry out , O God . At last of other helpe she doth dispaire , And therefore spends a Spirit-expelling prayer : The trickling teares bedew her guilty bed , She vowes shee 'l new conditions firmely wed . Now she will keepe her body chast as ice , And not enthrall her selfe to torturing vice . But when she see 's the Mornes vermillion coate , She quickly changeth this constrained note . For when her sneaking stalking-horse appeares , Shee 'l say she dream't his death , & shed these teares . Then to her former trade shee goes afresh , To warme with feare , her long benummed flesh . ( But if betimes she doth not it forsake , She may be scorth't in the euer-burning lake , ) The vsing of her owne she thinkes so fit , That all her kindred may haue vse of it . Shee 'l make her Father pander , Mother bawd , Husband door-keeper , Children to applaud . ( Thus all her sworne alliance is her guard ; And Lust's most-basely-captiuated ward : So Lust the roote of all contagious euils , Supplies the place of men-possessing Diuels ) Shee loues the meanes , but yet not procreation , For to preuent it is her occupation . If an abortiue birth she chance to haue , She will expose it to a murthering slaue . This sin my Muse to her last gaspe hath brought , For 't is so foule , that it hath stop't her throat . FINIS .