Faunus and Melliflora or, The original of our English satyres. Iohn Weeuer

FAVNVS and Melliflora . OR , THE ORIGINAL of our English Satyres .

Iohn Weeuer .

Sit voluisse , Sat valuisse .

LONDON Printed by Valentine Simmes . 1600.

TO THE RIGHT Valorous and excellent accomplisht Gentleman , Maister Edward Stanley of Winwicke Esquire , all fortunes , sutable to the auncient woorth of the Stanleyes .

HOwsoeuer ( most bounteous Sir ) this subiect which I present , may be either disagreeing to your disposition , or being but a Shepheards lowly pastorall , farre vnworthie so worthie a Patron : yet the willingness of my soule , to shew some signe of good will to my countrymen , enforceth mee to consecrate my cheefest studies to the setting forth of their admired vertues : which considered , I doubt not but your Worship with curtesie , will accept my rusticke inciuilitie , and with fauourable Patronage , pardon my wood-borne imperfections .

Yours in all Iohn Weeuer .

Of the Author . THe Greeke Comadian fitly doth compare Poets to Swannes , for both delitious , Both in request , both white , both pretious are , Both sing alike , and both melodious : I but the swanne remaineth dumbe so long , ( As though her Musike were too good to spend ) That so at last her soule-enchanting song , Is but a funerall dirge to her end . Weeuer , herein aboue the Swanne I praise , Which freely spends his sweete melodious dittie , Now in the budding of his youthful daies , Delightsome , pleasant , full of Art , and wittie , Yet heauens forbid he should be neare his death , Though like the dving Swanne he sweetly breath . M. D.

In Laudem Authoris . TExuit eximio Weuerus carmina cultu , Texuit & magni grande stuporis opus : Si peterem meritis , meritas expromere laudes , Vox raucisset iners , arida penna foret : Te decorat Pallas , te lauro cinxit Apollo , Te gaudent Charites , Pueridumque chorus : Dum cupimus musis vestras mulcere camaenas , Fundimus in pelagi flumina flumen inops . R. H.

MEthinks I heare some foule-mouth'd Momus say , What haue we here ? a shepheards roundelay ? More loue-truks yet ? will this geare neuer end , But slight lasciuious toyes must still bee pend ? Content thee Momus , thou hast lost thy sight , For this is neither vaine , obsceane , nor slight . If for to write o' Loue and Loues delights , Be not fit obiects for the grauer sights , Then stil admired Chaucer , thou maist rue And write thy auncient stories all anew : And that same Fayry Muse may rise againe , To blot those works that with vs do remaine . Then feare not Weeuer let thy Muse go on , Thy maiden Muse , thy chaste Endimeon : To blazon forth the loue of shepheard swaines , As well in Cottage as in Court Loue raines . And whosoeuer shall chance thy booke to see , In it shall reade ripe wit , sweet Poetrie . I. F.

FAunus a siluan god , and Melliflora A sacred Nymph , that vsde among the woods , Rose euery morning with the bright Aurora , To gather garlands made of musk-rose buds : In loue they liude long , and in loue they dide , ( O wonder not , that gods , and Nymphes can perish ) Obliuion buried them in their chiefe pride : So all men die whom no sweete Muse doth cherish : This Aesculapius by his cunning pen , Reuines the dead from their obscured graue , Such sacred skill hath Art inspir'd in men , And such a sweete reuiuing may I haue : All Poets with greene Luirell crowne his head , Whose pen makes liue , such as haue long bin dead . T. H.

To the true fauorite of Heroicall Poetry M. Thomas Bromley of Deeresolde , Esquire . SIth that the Author , and the Authors pen , At thy command are both as much as mine , Thou maist demand , and iustly wonder then , Aboue all other , why this booke is thine ? Or why this Poem , to a Poet send I , Whose quicke inuention , iudgement , learning , wit , Wil soone perceiue , and see wherein offend I : And where I might more scholler-like haue writ . The Sunne guides altogether , yet alone And singular the seate is of the Sunne : To celebrate , and praise , all is not one , I striue to stirre , before I stirre to runne : And Melliflora ( for the name ) is meete For thee , whose pen is slower and honnie sweete . I. W.

FAVNVS and Melliflora WHen Ioue ambitious by his former sinnes , ( From him al Muses , so my Muse beginnes ) Deposde his Syre Saturnus from the throne , And so vsurpt the Diadem alone : Some higher power for aged Saturne stroue , Gaue him a gift , which angred lust-stung loue : A louely boy , whose beautie at his birth , Made poore the heau'ns to enrich the earth . ( When Ioue no beautie in the heauens found , Was he not angry ? yea , and to the ground Sent Mercurie , to wooe a shepheards swaine , Whilst he himselfe came in a showre of raine : Whose drizling drops fell into Danaes lappe , Which to receiue , ( maides wil receiue such happe ) She held hir skirt , Ioue such abundance powred , Twentie to one but Danae was deflowred . ) His name was Pycus , yet surnam'd the Faire , Whom Circe chaunted in her scorne-gold haire , Whom Ladies lou'd , and loued of so many , The wood-Nymphes woo'd him , yet not won of any , Till Canens came , ( who when she gan to sing , The ayrie Bird would hoouer with her wing , To heare her notes , for Canens she was call'd , Of singing sweete ) and Pycus heart enthrall'd : Not married long , but Canens did enioy Of fairest father , farre more faire a boy , ( That heau'n , & earth , in bringing forth these two , Made a great bragge that so much they could do : ) Faunus a boy whose amber-stragling haires , So strangely trammeld all about his eares , The crispe disheuel'd playing with the winde , Among the thickest , neuer way could finde , But sweetest flowers would leape from Floraes lap , And so themselues within his tresses wrap . That glad he was those lockes ( those lockes alone , Those lockes that lockt in bondage many one : ) With carelesse art , or artlesse care infolde , And draw them in a coronet of golde . If bashfulnesse enveloped his face , A prettie palenesse damask't such sweet grace , Like Daisie with the Gilliflower distill'd , Or Roses on a bed of Lillies spill'd : Or rather when the wood-Nimphs gazing stood , Loue like a tyrant therein threatned blood : His eies were such , my Muse yet hardly can Emblazon forth the beutie of a man : My dullard muse to sing it may suffize , Of his rich coate he wore in wondrous guize : The ground whereof was veluet , white as snow , Reaching vnto the ankles downe below , With buttons made of Diamonds vpon , Such as our knights of th' order first put on : Vpon the left side it no fastning had , But on the right side with a pearle staide , Vpon th one shoulder where the two ends met , Were both together , with a iewell set , On top whereof in liuely forme did stand , Great Hercules with distaffe in his hand : To euery seame were fastned ribonings , With stories wrought of Emperours and Kings : And at each ribbon hung a pretious stone , ( Loues chiefe disport consists in these alone ) Which were faire Ladies costly Amatists , Tide to the tender small leau'de ozear twists , That so they might his ribbons enterlace , When he pursude the nimble Hart in chace : And she grew prowd , and held the rest in scorne , That knew her fauour by yong Faunus worne . Poudred vpon so strange , that many thought With purple coloured silke it had beene wrought : But ( ah alas ) it was the crimson staine , Of goddesses , which Faunus lookes had slaine : About his necke he wore a falling band , Which tooke it pride from his faire mothers hand : His ivory feete , appearing vnto sight , In murrey veluet , buskins rich were dight , The middle slits with tyrian Bisse were laced , Whose prettie knots his man-like legge embraced . In many places bare as vse hath bin , To shew the clearenesse of the naked skin . The wanton boy attired in this sort , Vnto the Latian mountaines did resort , Whose prowde height garnisht with such stately trees , Seemde to contemne the vally at his knees , The humble vally in as good a state : ( But loftie Gallants lower minds do hate ) Was still replenisht with a pleasant riuer , ( Prowd of the gift , and yet more prowd the giuer , ) Whose wanton streames the bank so oft do kisse , That in her lap ( at length ) he falling is : Her bubbling water with slow gliding pace , Shews her great griefe to leaue that pleasant place : And with a murmure when she goes away , Greatly laments she can no longer stay , Cause th' vpper streams by violence would come , To take possession of that ioyfull roome , With swift pursute , and as they gin to chace it , The bankes like armes doe louingly imbrace it : Whose purling noise vpon the pibble stones , For such departure are the dolefull grones : Her teares exhalde such norishment doth giue , As on the tree-fringd banks made Pleasure liue , Among these trees a goodly Cypresse grew , That all the lofty pines did ouer-view , Who bow'd her faire head ( in the sunnie gleames , ) To tresle her greene locks by those glassie streams . Her top , her shade , vpon the Riuer show'd , For the kind moisture on her root bestow'd , Running vpon so delicate a ground , As that the truth could neuer yet be found : Whether it made the grauell pretious looke , Or else the grauell purifide the brooke : Whose meddowes greene enameled with roses , ( T was Paradise some Poet yet supposes ) Added a shew so ruddie , that most deemed The field to blush at his owne beautie seemed . Neare to this valley Shepheards often met , And by this valley sheepish squadrons set , Within this valley past the time away , With leapes and gamboles , and with other play : Here the Nymphes playd such summer games as Base , For it was summer alwaies in this place , And Barlibreake , the which when Faunus saw , So many wood-Nymphes standing on a row : The boy , though yong , ( yet who so yong that loues not , Or who so old that womens beautie moues not ? ) Spide Melliflora : Melliflora was Among the number sitting on the grasse : Sweete Melliflora I can tell ye true , The grasse grew prowd that vnder her it grew . Faire Melliflora , amorous , and yong , Whose name , nor story , neuer Poet sung : She wore a garland wrought with Amorets , With orphrates ouerlaid and violets , Whose lacinth loue-lockes hanged out so faire , As drest the garland , garland drest the haire , And enterlaced with a purle band . ( Like cristall Tagus through his golden sand ) Which hiding nowe , then hidden by the haire , At fast and loose to play it did appeare , Faire was her face yet fairer might haue beene , If that the Sunne so often had not seene Her louely face , for halfe the day he spent In kissing her , yet neuer was content : ( For God or man thinkes he the Cushion misses , That wooes all day , and winnes nought else but kisses ) Vntill the sunne with ouermuch desire Of loue ( for loue is hotter then the fire ) Consumde the wreathe of Diamonds in his throne : ( Ouid's beguilde , it was not Phaeton ) For Melliflora was the cause he burned , His chariot , and the world to cinders turned . Strange were her weedes to Faunus , yet not strange , For in such weedes the wood-Nymphes vse to range , A petticote tuckte euen with the knees , Garnisht about with leaues of sundry trees : And sometimes like a net drawne vp , and wrought , ( Which net the eagle - Ioue might well haue cought ) And all her garments made so light and thin , ( Who could restraine but thinke what was within ) And blacke silke laces whereon siluer bells Did hang aboue her elbowes , and of shels Her slippers were , her legges , her armes , her brest , In many places naked , yet so drest , As nakednesse another raiment scorned , For she her cloaths , her cloaths not her adorned . Faunus a farre off stood stone-still and gazed , The more he lookt , the more Loue inly blazed , He would haue quencht it with his teares , but then ( A sparke of beautie burnes a world of men ) It burnt the more , yet who can well refraine From drinking water , when he feeles the paine Of burning feuer , though that water drenches , And turnes to fire , which like Loue neuer quenches : But youth may loue , and yongmen may admire , If old age cannot , yet it will desire . For since that time old men of sixty yeeres . ( Bearing a beard , or rather , beard them beares ) Will heate their blouds with loue and yong wiues chuse , ( At such sweete weddings yongmen nothing loose ) Faunus kneel'd downe and vnto Venus prayde , Before his prayers were the one halfe said , He thought it best vnto the Nimph to write And shew his loue , but ginning to indite , He tride the Muses with his often changes , ( Loue neuer loues to rest , but alwaies ranges . ) If once on Melliflora he did thinke , He wet his paper both with teares and inke : Fearing to end before he had begunne , Mistrusting each word which his wit had done : One was too darke , another was too plaine , This word too lostie , and the other vaine . That set not downe the sorrow of his hart , This shew'd his passion , but it shew'd no Art : He tore his papers , cast away his pen , Sore was he grieude , and yet not angrie ( men In true loue are not angrie ) for he knew , The more hee studied , still the worse it grew : Then he resolude to take the rose-strowne way , Into the valley where he saw them play , Accosted all with Venus and the Graces : With white haire hiding their enticing faces , Which hand in hand would make a circle round , With often turning , then themselues confound , In Pyrrhus daunce like souldiers armed twine them , And wedge-wise yoked in array combine them . And when he came , that wood-Nymph was most faine , That to their play might Faunus entertaine . And if he spake , the Nymphs drew somewhat neare him , To taste the sirrop of sweete wordes , and heare him . And gray-eyd Dorys she would alwayes eye him , Till she was strucke purblinde she could not see him : Some wisht him sooner ( though he came too soone ) Before the pleasure of the day was done : Some saide , the night for Louers was the day , And Loue delighted in the night to play , For now the day his office gaue to night , To lend our aduerse hemisphere his light . The Nymphs requested Melliflora than , To moue this sute to Faunus , she beganne : I would we had such eloquence as might Intreate your Highnesse lodge with vs all night , We and our arbour euermore would rest Content , and honourd with so great a ghest : You shall but lie vpon a bed of roses , Your sheetes white lillies , pillowes fragrant poses , Your blankets flowerdeluces shall be drawne With prety pinkes , your curtaines leasie lawne , And in my bed , My , vnawares out slipt , Her face bewraide how that her tongue had tript , Which Faunus seeing , would haue kist her then , To hide those blushes ( oh how kind are men ! ) Fresh she begins , thinking that word to alter , The more she speakes , the more her tongue doth falter , And gainst her will that My she spoke againe , ( Loue will not let such words be spoke in vaine . ) This past as vnregarded : Faunus said , I were inhumane if this were denaid , Orecome with ioy , they in the mid rancke set him , He thought their arbour in the midway met him , Such force of Musicke conquerd length of way , With torches making artificiall day . Aboue all trees in th odoriferous meades , ( With greene vine branches , curling their prowd heades , And honni-suckles ) at their lodging doore , Doth grow the pleasing brode leau'de Sycamore : Her entrances adornd with pretious stone , Built in the forme of a pauillion : Ridings cut out , so that the eie might iudge , What Angells did inhabite in the lodge , And like a comet ( yet more pretious farre ) Stretching her tale vnto a lesser starre , He pointed at a pleasant summer hall , Wherein the Nymphes did vse to banquet all , The coloured marble beautified the top , Whose pillars seru'de the house to vnderprop , And vnderneath whereas a riuer rode , Was minerall , her streames an handfull broade , Her shaking Christall was a perfect mirrour , To all the beauties in the garden neare her , Whose water washt them rather they did wash it . For when their snow-white Iuorie hands would plash it , ( Like honie-bubbling Ladon , or Pirene , Cleare Castalie , or luke-warme Hippocrene ) Vpon her face she makes ten thousand lines , Ten thousand Saphir coloured bubbles shines , As not content in large to haue their pinctures , In each of them sets forth their liuely tinctures : And comes againe to play , embrace , and threaten , And laughes , and smiles , and leapes to be so beaten Behind this brooke or thicket was a greene , Whereas fiue hundred grasie rounds had beene Made one in one , like to these water rings , Thence to a gallerie Melliflora him brings , There was Diana : when Acteon saw her , Bathing her selfe ( alas he did not know her ) ( A goldsmiths wife once nakt without her pearle , Hard to be knowne is from a countrie gerle ) A foolish Nimph sate weeping ( for loue can Make goddesses like women loue a man ) The posture of whose limmes so liuely seated , As Art and Nature Loue and Anger ●reated : Within this gallerie when as Faunus comes , The grapes with childe , and diuers coloured plums , Gaue to the eie a pleasant taste , before Vnto the mouth they came , and euermore The coole wine sild into the goblet skips , And laughes for ioy to come vnto such lips : As Faunus drunke , still would he steale a looke , ( Thus Faunus swallowed Cupids golden hooke ) Then laide his eies wide ope his loue to view , ( Thus he receiu'd the darts which Cupid threw ) Then closde his eie-lids from that glorious light , ( Thus he preseru'd the riches of his sight ) And thus faire words and power attractiue beuty , Bring men to women in subiectiue duety . But supper ends , and all the Nymphes expected Some amorous talke of Faunus : he neglected Vntiil a Nymph ( this order yet we vse ) Sayd , let vs husbands in the ashes chuse , In louers rites , Faunus though rude and raw , It was no dallying , yet with Nimphs he saw , Then smiling said : Faire Nymphs , the shepheards lasses , Thus chuse them husbands , turning crabs in ashes ; If in these woods good husbands be so scant , Will you sweete Nymphes with me supplie some want . But some said nothing , these gaue ful consent , And some said twice No , which affirmes content , And some said once No , these would grant and giue , In womens mouths , No is no negatiue : Whereat he blusht , and fearing to offend , The fondling thus abruptly made an end . Sorie ( God knowes ) the Nymphes were hee had done , Then Deiopeia mongst them all begun To speake , whose words to Beril straight distilld , As from her lippes the orient peade trilld , Looking at Faunus smilingly then said : A cumbersome companion to a maid Is modesty , our elders all contemn'd it . For cowardize most valiant men condemn'd it , Blushing and sighing Theseus neuer stroue , To woe and winne Antiope his loue . Nor would hee haue his time so spent and lauisht , But laid her downe , and some say shee was rauisht , And so she was , but rauisht with content , And got with childe , belike both did consent : Stout Hercules yong loles father slew , And then by force his force faire Iole knew . Yet this vnfathered Ladie would beginne , Most sportfully put on the Lions skinne , And tooke his clubbe betwixt her hands and viewd it , Though shee was rauisht , yet she neuer rewd it . Soft Menelaus Helen could not brooke , Yet what inforcing Paris gaue , she tooke : Women are seruants , seruants vnto men , But praise your seruants , what will follow then ? A readie horse straight yeeldes when he hath found , One that will haue him yeeld , else falles to bound : And thus she parl'de , thus she plainely woode , Yet childish Faunus hardly vnderstood . Vntill to bedward all the Nimphes them drest To take their rest , yet tooke no ease in rest : The night beginnes be angrie , when she sees She can distill no sleepe in louers eies , Tossing her selfe among the cloudes now hath Sent the red morne as Herald of her wrath , Whose louer Phoebus rising from his bed , With his dewie mantle hath the world ouer-spread , Shaking his tresses ouer Neptunes ebbe : And giuing tincture to the Spiders webbe : These faire Nimphes rose , seeing the light did call them , And fairest Faunus equipaged all them . A fairer beuie of faire virgines neuer , The worlds faire eie , the Sunne could yet disseuer : Their prettie pastimes , and their plates begunne , At Barlibreake yong Faunus needes must runne , In couples , three , the mid place , called Hell , But since that time the play is knowne too well : With Deiopeia it was Faunus lot , First to be Hell : they ran , and Syrinx got : Syrinx and Spio so pursude the chase , That Melliflora had the middle place . Her partner Atte at Deiopeia ran , But first for Faunus she her course beganne : He ran , but ranne with eie cast o're his shoulder , Not caring how , so that hee might behold her : She tooke him straight , about his necke she clang , And on the grassie carpet Faunus flang . Willing he was , yet wrastled , stroue , and fought , And fell to feele , and said hee was not cought By law of Barlibreake , because hee fell , It was his heau'n , though thus to be in Hell : ( For many one for Hell , not Heauen would pray , If such shee diuels were in Hell to play . ) Longer hee stroue , that longer hee might stay , But Deiopeia bade her come away : ( For shee poore soule was liuer-sicke of loue , And fear'd such strife another strife would moue . ) And yeeld to Faunus , then she parts him froe , ( Though she from him , nor he from hir could goe ) Let vs ( she feard againe they would contend ) Of Barlibreake for this time make an end , Some other play , some other sport begin , That standers by , and lookers on be in : It ended , thus the other play began , Some fiftie maides , ( too many for one man ) Tooke hand in hand , which made a spherie round , Or globe the perfectst figure to be found , Then one ( whose lot is first among them all ) Must goe about and let a napkin fall : And whomsoere it lieth next behind , So soone as euer she the cloth doth find , Must with swift-running foote the other chace , Vntill she come vnto her ranke and place : If catch before , the fliers forfeit is , To gratifie the follower with a kisse . The sport begins and Arethusa first , Would haue drop-napkin'd Faunus if she durst , But she tooke Doris ; Doris at next bout , Kist Melliflora , she fetcht Faunus out : She fled ( yet tooke ) he follow'd ( not forsaken ) She ran ( yet caught ) he follow'd ( and was taken ) Vpon the backe part , fixed she he her eies So firmely , that before she nothing sees . Put downe she falls ( the Nymphes began to wonder ) Faunus aboue ( ●●t women will lie vnder : ) Gaue her the kisse , she ( willingly though tooke it , ) Gaue it againe , the nouice then forsooke it : White Nisaee next for Deiopeia prest , And she at Faunus , he could neuer rest , But either catcht , or else was to be cought , Vntill the freshman faint and breathlesse brought With tracing was , ( the Nymphes much swifter were ) ( For loue is heauenly light , compact of aire ) So that the slow'st among them neuer misses , But casts him downe , and smothers him with kisses . These gamesome Nimphs , w̄elnere seu'n daies had spent In such like plaies , and sportfull merritment , Faunus thought oft Loues fire for to display , Desire was bolde , but Shamefastnesse said nay . If he began to come but somewhat neare her , His body quak't as though his heart did feare her , All that he said was , Nimph when you are at leasure , Faine would I speak , he might haue spoke his pleasure , She found this means , only that he might wooe her , To loose her Necklace let her Caule forgo her , Within the woods , that well she could not weare , Vntill she found them , her loose dangling haire , And as she sought them , softly thus would say , I prethee Faunus helpe me , come away , If thou shouldst goe into these woods alone , Thy Melliflore would follow thee anone : Wilt thou not come ? beleeue me I must chide , Yet he in loue for all this would abide , When for his loue , Loue fram'de the time most fit , ( ●oyes loue is foolish , Loue to youth brings wit . ) Then to the hedges walke they on a row , To plucke the sweetes ( how sharply sweetes wil grow : ) From sharpest stinging hawthorne as they go , Fortune to turne their mirth to sodaine woe : From out the woods did send a fierce wild boare , Which seene ( such beasts they neuer saw before ) A care , or feare , or both , did make them trudge , Some to the woods , and some towards the lodge : Some vnder hedges , some to holes would runne , This way , and that , the best , the beast to shunne : But Melliflore ( whose beautie by that passe , Like a rubd rubie much augmented was : Like muske , or ciuit kept in bosome hot , Her breath most sweete by running sweetnes got , ) Kept on her course , yet neuer lookt behind , Whom Faunus follow'd , whilst a wanton wind , Like to some pleasant ciuit smelling breath , Would gently play him with her vaile beneath , And come , and go , heaue vp , throw downe , to show Twise-wounded Faunus , what he did not know : Something he staid his swift pursute with leasure , Fearing to be depriued of such pleasure , But what he saw , t is needlesse for to say , Heere shall your thoughts , and not my pen bewray : But as he gan his swifter running slacke , The anger-froathing boare was at his backe , Which made him turne , and at the boare to thrust , Into whose heart his hand he guided iust : He was but armed with a little knife , Some destiny belike preseru'd his life : Yet by this fight he Melliflora lost , So Faunus thought him worse then euer crost . In th' unknowne woods , then vp and downe he rangeth , This way for that , that for another changeth : Losing himselfe , within a groue he found Loue-sicke Adonis lying on the ground . For hating Loue , and saying Venus nay , Yet meeting Melliflora in his way : Loue made ( Loue weepe to see thy tyrannie , ) Adonis frustrate his vow'd chastitie : Whilst narrowly vpon her lookes he spide , Strooke with loues arrow , he fell downe and dide . For by the Bore ( as all our Poets faine , ) He was not kilde , Faunus the Bore had slaine . But tracing further , who but Venus met him , Thinking he had beene Adon , thus she gret him : Welcome Adonis , in thy louelie breast Now do I see remorse and pitie rest , Which to returne my deare Adonis moued , Venus perswades her selfe she is beloued : Hoping to haue some water from the rocke , Which shee had pierst , she stript her to the sinocke : Wrought all in flames of Chrisolite and gold , And bout his necke her armes she did enfold : So ( at the least ) shee meaning to haue kist him He turn'de aside : then sorie cause shee mist him , To Faunus said , faire Saint , shun not such kindnesse , Can these bright eies be blemisht with such blindnesse ? If thou wert blind , and Venus could not see , Yet in the darke best sighted louers be : Or giue , or take , or both , relent , be kind , Locke not Loue in the paradize of thy mind : Is Venus louely ? then Adonis loue her . Is she the Queene of loue ? then what should moue her To sue and not command ? Is shee loues mother ? Shall she be loath'd , which brings loue to all other ? With that she dost all to the Iuorie skinne , Thinking her naked glorie would him winne . The shamefac't Faunus thereat something smiled , Venus lookt on him , knew shee was beguiled : Yet would haue lou'd him for Adonis sake , ( Thus women will one for another take . ) Faunus resisted , Venus would no more Sollicite him , but mounted as before In her light Chariot drawne with milke-white Doues , Away she flies : Faunus left in the groues No sooner had the wood him passage lent , But home to see his father Faunus went . Picus much wondred where his sonne had beene , Whom of seuen daies and more he had not seene : But sleeplesse nights , his being soone reuealed , With sighes and teares ( Loue cannot be concealed . ) His father by his countenance espide him To be in loue , and mildely thus gan chide him : Fond Boy , quoth hee , and foolish cradle witted , To let base loue with thy yong yeares be fitted : This vpstart loue , bewitcher of the wit , The scorne of vertue , vices parasite : The slaue to weakenesse , friendships false bewrayer , Reasons rebell , Fortitudes betraier : The Church-mens scoffe , court , camp , and countrie 's guiler , Arts infection , chaste thoughts and youth's defiler . And what are women ? painted weathercocks , Natures ouersight , wayward glittring blocks : True , true-bred , cowards , proude if they by coide , A seruile sex , of wit and reason voide : Shall women moue thee , whom so many loathes , In gaudie plumes trickte , and new-fangled cloathes ? Thus in our find-fault age , many a man Will fondly raile with foule-mouth'd Mantuan . Some sharpe witted , only in speaking euill , Would proue a woman worse then any diuell With prating Picus : though that women be , Fram d with the same parts of the minde as we . Nay , Nature triumpht in their beauteous birth , And women made the glorie of the earth : The life of Beautie , in whose supple breasts , As in her fairest lodging vertue rests . Whose towring thoughts attended with remorce , Doe make their fairenesse be of greater force . But of this subiect euerie day who reades not , Which is so praised , as it praises needs not ? And my conceite not able for to reach them , Might bring forth words for praise , which might impeach them : And so with loue t is easie to find fault , Yet not so easie when it giues assault : Then to resist his force , whose excellence Is to transforme the verie soule and essence Of the louer , into the thing beloued : This heauenly loue ( no doubt ) young Faunus moued : But ( all this while being dumbe ) Faunus replide Vnto his father , and withall denide He lou'd a woman : then his father knew From whence his griefe and melancholy grew , And that he was by some wood-Nymph accosted , Because the pleasure of the woods he boasted , And Latian mountes . Then Picus thus againe Sharply rebukte his sonne , but all in vaine , Thou art no souldier for Dianaes garison , Nor twixt her Nymphes and Faunus is comparison : Nymphes are like Poets , full of wit , but poore , Vnto thy kingdome , adde a kingdome more By marriage : let Pycus counsel thee , Looke not ( my boy ) at wit , and Poetrie . Faunus no reckning of such counsell makes , ( Light is that loue which any counsell takes ) Then like Hermocrates the Phisitian , Seeing his patient with an incision Sore vext , in steede of ministring to the sore , Began to chide , bade him be sicke no more . Or like a friend , that visiting his friend Loaden with fetters in darke prison pend , With vnkind words , and bitter termes doth moue him , To leaue those fetters , or he would not loue him : This other way from loue would Pycus reaue him , And bade him leaue to loue , or loue to leaue him : Or if such loue made Loue not to regard him , His loue would loue , with hatred to reward him . Remember loue , and Pycus would the rather , Forget his sonne , he should forgoe his father . Loue all this while on Faunus ey-balls stood , Whose Enuie , palenesse , Anger , caused blood In Faunus cheekes , to heare such blasphemie Pronounc'd by Pycus gainst his deitie . With that he leapes from Faunus face and flies Vnto the self-preuented Destinies . He found them busie at a Parliament , Vnder their feete relentlesse Adamant , Aboue their heads the marble was for teele , The ribs of yron , and the raftrie steele , The walls of flint , and brazen was the gate , And euery one vpon a wooll-packe sate . Whose sterne austere lookes neuer mou'de to ruth , By gold , nor fauour , beauty , age nor youth : Yet when loue came ( what hearts though made of stone , In which Loue cannot make impression ? ) Welcome he was , Loue then his speech began , To shew th' vnmanlike crueltie of man , How Nature first ordaining one for one , Made woman chiefe for procreation : But men like drudges , not content to vse them , In blows ( sometimes ) and speeches will abuse them , Loue 's will was this , that maides should haue their will , Not ouermuch , but to restraine from ill . Ill kept-in-thoughts , with vertuous companie , Restraining not from well-rulde libertie . For maides were made to make such harmlesse plaies , Such honest sports , as daunce vpon the laies : The hey-de-guise , and run the wild-goose chace , And trie the keeles the Barlibreake , and base , But with a barly when the pastimes end , And maides must needes for milking homewards wend : As some depart , some are constraind to stay , For when they end , then Loue begins to play , His play is paine , but yet a paine with ease , His keeles are coales , whose fire doth grieue and please , From play ( for pray ) Loue takes two louing freeres , Traind vp alike , perhaps of equall yeeres , Yet such is loue of parents such begot , That wealth , nor worth , true loue considers not . Sometime a King dotes on a countrie swaine , Sometime a Lady loues a lad againe : Sometime the meaner will the greatst reiect , No not a person Loue'will once respect . And hauing pearc'd the soule 's seuen-doubled shield , Loue makes the one vnto the other yeeld . They yeeld ( kind soules ) but parents will not grant , With tedious brawlings still they finde a want , One is too rich , the other is too poore , ( So then twixt Faunus and faire Melliflore , Loue told the Loue , ) and fearing fathers ire , Loue is defeated of his chiefe desire . This kind vnkindnesse children yet must take , Vntill their parents price of them do make , As in a market : then what man wil craue them , And giue the most , he shal be sure to haue them . Thus from Loues mouth the honnie as he spoke Distild , as from the brode-leau'd builder oake , And opall pearle from his lippes did fall , The Destinies began to gather all . Such pretious iewells , if they fell but neare them , And prowd of such loue-tokens yet do weare them , His sugred tale thus sweetned by his mouth , The Destinies did somewhat pittie youth : With one consent and voice they all agreed , These statutes should for euer be decreed : That man for his vnmanlike treacherie Should be tormented with vile iealousie , That maids from honest libertie restrained , Should alway thinke from what they thus refrained : That t was some treasure from the which th' are tide , Some Indian iewell which men vse to hide , Some strange conserue , sweete , deare , and pretious , And women are by nature licorous . These thoughtes awaked , women growe manwood , Nor can these thoughts from actions be withstood . What bird is pleasde , though in a siluer cage ? A dogge tide vp in golden chaines will rage . That market marriages euermore should be Content the best , the worst to disagree , That shrewdnesse should possesse the womans heart , In stubbornnesse the husband act his part : Thus drawing opposite in one yoke , aliue Long might they liue , but they should neuer thriue : And since that time , all marriages enforced , Neuer agree vntill they be deuorced . This sentence giuen , Loue then backe returned , To louely Faunus , who in Loues fire burned , But ere he came , Faunus had turnd to hate , His fathers speeches , and grew passionate , Who in the night ( the best meanes for desire ) Got vp , and darklings , only his attire , And naked beautie with a tresse of Amber , Gaue a resplendance to the purle-hung Chamber : Sought for a suite , yet could not well deuise , What garment best might please his faire Nimphs eies : If costly , then for woddy Nimphs too curious , If gay or gawdie , that was but penurious : This was too olde , the other was not new , This the Tailer ( Tailers will not be true ) Had cut too short , that hee might haue a sharing , A garment then hee tooke more rich then glaring , Of gold beat Samite to his heeles which rought , With knoppes and broches , birdes , and beasts , ywrought . In tuffes of Cypresse hung the Topaze stone , Which through the Cypresse ( yet obscurely ) shone : As when wee see a thinne blacke cloudie clustre , Through which the stars do yeeld a darksome lustre : A gorgeous choller of deare cheua●all , Set with a white embrodered Pyronall , And Margarites , with workmans rare deuise , It seemed like vnto a shining Ice , That night ( adorned in this princely sort ) Faunus departed from his fathers Court , And went , vntill for wearines he was Constrainde to lie downe on the yeelding grasse , And recommended his faire bodies breath , To Morpheus the elder borne of death . There Faunus lie , and cease my pen to tell , What paine those Nimphes abode for thy farewell : How sops of sorrow drencht in cups of care , In steede of Nectar and Ambrosia were : Greefe great in all , yet great'st in Melliflore , Who thought her Faunus murdred by the Bore : She cut the trees , and caru'de the tender graffes , With dolefull Sestines , mourning Epitaphes . And stopt with sighs , and drownd in kisse-cheeke teares . Her halfe-spoke words . A garment now she weares Right Rauen-blacke , like sorrowes liuerie , Cut all in rags , yet ioynde so cunningly , As by her clothes poore raggednesse was bra●ed . And pouertie no greater riches craued . The Sun this morne before hee did appeare , Got two houres iourney in his Hemisphere . And Melliflora at the Sunnes first peeping , With loues sharpe-sighted eie the thickets creeping . Vnder the broad head of a Pine-tree spies Faunus asleepe , whose face to heaun-ward lies . She shrunke aside , aside againe she started , Thinking he had beene Adon , she departed : But comes againe , ( for loue lept from his eies And puld her backe ) t was Faunus then she sees : She knew and feared , feare she knew before , Fearing he had beene murdered by the Bore , She layd her eie-liddes to his eies and wept , Then she perceiude her dearest Faunus slept . With that she ioynd her corrall lips to his , Sucking his breath , and stealing many a kisse : Wishing the life of a Camelion , That she might onely liue his breath vpon : Which all vnwilling his faire body left , And would not from that paradise be rest , Or heauenly mansion , which he did retaine , But there in hope to be enclosde againe : This soft sound sleepe to Melliflore gaue leysure , To see , to feele , to smell , to taste such pleasure , As none but onely she could euer know , And none but Faunus on the earth could show . Oh for how oft ( whilst loue her marrow warmes ) Would she embrace twixt ▪ Alablaster armes , And hugge , and cull the snow-white fronted Boy , Call him her loue , her life , her soule , her ioy ? Then pry more nearely on his necke , with oft Quicke mouing lookes , and with her fingers soft Dimple his breast , and hanging ore his shoulder , Hold Faunus downe ( thrise blest with such an holder . ) And then againe , though yet he sleeping is , Thus she beganne to woe him for a kisse . More gratious farre then-dawning of the day , Then Venus starre , or purple coloured Maie : Let not my begging dearest Faunus grieue thee , Vpon a note ten thousand kisses giue mee : And then as many busses ouerplus , As Cinth●● gaue her loue Propentius . How many Cupids with the Graces trippe Vpon thy left cheeke , and thine vpper lippe ? How many lifes , deaths , ioves , hopes , cares , and feares , Thy quicker mouing eie-balles Faunus beares : So many collings , with kind clippings giue mee , As Cupids golden headed arrowes grieue me : And adde enticements twixt thine amorous kisses , And pleasant murmures with sweete sounding hisses . As Doues by turnes be either other nibbing , And louingly in blither words be snibbing : And bloudlesse in my bosome when thou lies , And I turne vp my watrie swimming eies : Then will I glew thee in my limber arme , If cold as lead , my breast shall make thee warme ▪ And Melliflora with her kisses breath , Shall giue her Faunus life in lookt-for death : Vntill my spirit in dewie kisses altring , Within my body faint and fall a faultring . Then take me Faunus twixt thy naked armes , And vse thy hugging and thy kissing charmes : And in thy hearts spoone coll me least I perish , As twixt thy breasts my frozen bloud i le cherish : And then , like mine , thy moistie kisses dew , At poynt of death life will againe renew : Thus shall we enioy the heauen of our age , And both together both our liues will swage . This said , she gathered fragrant smelling posies , And strewd him o're with violets and roses : Then with a kisse faine would she him haue raised , Yet stood stone still , and wishly on him gazed : And forth his sleepe , as though she feard to feare him , She fixt her kisses to the roses neare him . The roses warme by Mellifloraes mouth , A whispering gale of wind came West by South , How many roses then before she kist , ( If she had knowne this , none she would haue mist : ) Her former kisses kisses gainde such plentie , That she receiu de for one kisse more then twentie . Such store of kisses on the sodaine found , Some ( slipping from her ) fell vpon the ground , That such an haruest came vpon the earth , As since , we had of kisses neuer dearth . But stirring once , his pillow made of grasse , Faunus awakt , and Venus thought she was : With that he rose , and like the blushing morne , Hauing all night the loathsome burden borne Of aged Tython ( old men do no good , Yet will be fumbling ) angrie then and wood : Among the clowdes herselfe shee headlong throwes , To meete with Phaebus , what they do , all knowes : Headlong he ran , such gamesome loue he scorned , As Venus lou'd , to haue his loue suborned . But Melliflora ranne and ouertooke him , And held him hard , and neuer once forsooke him , Vntil his name was honour'd by her tongue : As one that findes great treasure standeth long , Doubting hee sleepes , so stood the louely boy , Loue-sicke , amaz'd , and surfeited with ioy . But when he knew her , O what amorous greeting : Faunus deuisde to entertaine his sweeting ▪ Like to the elme enclaspt with wanton vine , Or as the ivie doth the oake combine , About her necke his ivorie armes did twine , Faint , feeble , weake , and languishing : in fine , A moystie kisse seald vp their lippes , as neuer , Iniurious death should their embracements seuer , But with their kisses make two bodies one , And so their hearts with kisses liue alone : Some teares betwixt them ( teares of ioy againe ) Did fall like siluer drops in sun-shine raine : Then Faunus told her how he scapt the bore , And both related th accidents before : His ey-browes touch her roundie speaking eyne , Kissing her necke and lippes like Corraline : Then busseth she his cheeke , his chin , and brow , Red , comely-short , and like to Cupids bow : Yet in this vnion thus displeasde they be , Because themselues they kissing cannot see : Then like two culuers once againe they cleaue , Hugge , cull , and clippe , and sory for to leaue . She carries kisses on her doubtfull eies , In those two Diamonds prettie babes he spies : Vntill they smile , which as the sunne doth chace , The mist-hung clowdes then shewes his cheerefull face , From eies , and cheekes , did driue away the teares , The sighes , the sobs , the cares and doubtfull feares . Faunus resolu'd now had intention , To wooe ( how loue refines inuention ) And thus he courted : Faunus thus begunne To wooe a Nymph , who was already wonne . Sweete namelesse Saint , ( no name can set thee forth , All titles are but staines to such thy worth : ) Whose ornaments and beautie pure diuine , Do make the cittie at these woods repine , If that great highnesse can discend so low , Vouchsafe those eies to see their ouerthrow , Disdaine him not whose wit , whose life , whose daies , Doth studie , liue , and serue , to shew thy praise . Thinke not my sute of small weight in thine eares , Nor lesse regarded for my boyish yeares . With that in his he tooke her moisty hand , ( How white God knowes ) and gently did demand . Shall these white hands ( quoth he ) ( and then he kist them . And turnde and lookte as though his kisses m●st them ) Become as withered grasse , drie , leane and yellow , And these ripe yeeres be fruitlesse rotten mellow ? Shall such a field lie leyes and not be tilled ? Shall such rare sweetes be spent and neuer spilled ? Shall beautie fade , and earth enioy this couer , And not remaine and flourish in your louer ? The heauens preuent from woman-kind that fall , Women were borne to beare and borne withall , That burdens borne that they might beare another , A mothers childe must be a childes faire mother . Deare Nymph , enioy the spring-tide of your age , These Aprill flowers in winter will asswage : Spend that you cannot keepe , it is not best That death should take his ayme from beauties rest . Beautie ( faire Nymph ) is womans golden crowne , Mans conqueresse , and feminine , renowne . Not ioynde with loue , who deare yet euer solde it ? For Beautie 's cheape , except Loues eie beholde it . You haue the beautie Faunus heart to moue , You haue the body to reward his loue . Impart them both vnto the longest liuer , It 〈◊〉 a gift which will enrich the 〈◊〉 : 〈◊〉 , it sues , it offers to be taken : High , I sue , and would not be forsaken . If Beautie smile , then Faunus thinkes him blessed . Then Melliflora with a smile expressed How hard it is true loue not to discouer , With that ( not coy , nor lauish to her louer ) She said , who taught thee eloquence , and witte , ( Conceit was quickned , and his words made fitte , She knew by loue ) whose force might wel perswade , And make thee bragge the conquest of a maide , Small were that boast , and smaller is my beautie , The smallest praise deseruing , and lesse dutie : You talke of beauty ( if the truth were knowne , ) Because so well acquainted with your owne : For mine or any other excellence , Were all imparted to me by your presence , Which if I were , sole mistris of my mind , I would repay , and be to you as kind : But such a vow deuoutly haue I made To die a virgin : scarce the halfe word said , His wit and senses by desire set open . Sweete Saint ( quoth he ) that vow must needes be broken , It is not lawfull you should make a vow , The which Religion cannot wel allow : Our pure Precisians thinke themselues most wife , Yet in this one point are they not precise : No doubt , they marrie when they feele the motion , Vntimely timely subiect to deuotion Are then your yeeres , to what end were you borne ? Remember but , and you wil be forsworne . A cloister woman mewd vp in a cell , To die a maide , and then leade apes in hell . A Votaresse , a Secluse , and a Nunne , Nay you must be forsworne when all is done : For , can you study , fast , and pray among ? No no , ( faire nymph ) your stomacke is too yong . Your beautie will dispense with this decree , You must be periurde of necessitie . If you but come your Orizons to say , Dianaes Hunts-men will forget to pray , Or rather leaue before they do beginne . Are you not then the Autresse of this sinne ? Or if her priests such fairenesse do espie , They will be conquerd by your lookes , and die , Committing murder , what wil follow then ? This odious name , The Murdresse of men , Which is flat treason gainst all Deitie : For murder is much worse than periurie . Saue then my soule , and thousands more from spilling ▪ You get no praise ( my Melliflore ) by killing . Such coy account , such nicenesse of an oath . But they espide ( not fully ended ) both Cleare Deiopeia comming from her sport : Loue saw his iourney long , and time but short , In fewer wordes he sealed vp the match , And that though Argoes hundred eies did watch , They should depart those Nymphs , and flie away . Faunus kind entertainement spent the day : So Melliflora in the tonguelesse night , With snowie skinned Faunus tooke her flight . Which when heau●n saw ( what doth not heauen see ? ) With raine of teares she shewes her dwellers be Rapt with that sight , nor trees from mourning keepe , But euery twig with dropping teares do weepe . Such beauties past them , then the clowdes gaue place , That heauen might freely smile vpon her face : The Moone at full was full prowd of that dutie , That she might beare the torch to such rare beautie , But to depriue the Moone of this her sight , The Sun-set loue-sicke , ●ose within the night : With his approch , they both lay downe oppressed , Whose length the earth in beauties liuorie dressed : Vnder an hill whose lifted bittle brow , Would ouerlooke his prospect then below , Whose prowd high Pines , vnto this day are prowder , They had the hap from summers sunne to shrowd her : Now mong the Nymphes is Melliflora mist , And also Faunus , whither they went none wist : They seeke the hills , the valleys , and plaine ground , And this they find , they were not to be found . With eies , with teares , and tongue , their errand showne : And this they knew , they were not to be knowne , The more they thought , they knew not what to thinke , But Deiopeia from the rest gan shrinke , Thought she was gone with Faunus , was most likely , ( Riualls in loue wil be suspitious quickly . ) She offred incense to Dianaes shrine , Euen as sweete ( ) I offer vnto thine . But three dares rites and ceremonies ended , Vnto Diana she her iourney tended , With lowe obeisance to her deitie , She told her Mellifloraes periurie , That she and Faunus prince of Italic , Were stolne away : at such impietie , ( Though Melliflore she loued dearely ) wroth And angrie was Diana with them both : She sware her priests and huntsmen would not tarrie , If thus her chastest Nymphes beganne to marrie . No more they would , but then incontinent , Her purest priests and all a wooing went : But Deiopeia her selfe banished Dianaes court , and in loue languished . Faunus alone , with her alone required , Alone with him , which she alone desired . Yet now she feares to be with him alone , Because no further in loues office gone : He would haue sealed with the cheefest armes Of his desire , the waxe that Venus warmes . But as she did the contrarie command , He was afraide , durst not her words withstand . Did not the boy therein a coward proue ? Nay rather valiant , to withstand such loue . The marriage was by one of Vestaes Nuns Solemnized , She Faunus neuer shuns : He giues , she takes , and nothing is denide , She his , he her loue 's force and valor tride . And still they striue , but who obtainde the day , Let him be iudge that er'e fought such a fray : But faint and breathlesse here the quarrell ends , Loues cause being righted , both againe are friends . And Venus , to encrease their amitie , Considering words against her deitie Were spoke by Pycus : she incontinent , In heate of rage her indignation spent : Transforming him into a bird of th' aire , And where before , of al hee was most faire , She makes him blackest , keeping nothing white , But breast and bellie ( for there dwelt delight ) And by her power diuine she so hath framed , That by his owne name hee is euer named . And seeming yet al women-kind to hate , Ouer their houses alway he will prate : And neare their poultrie build his nest and watch , How he their chickens and their ducks may catch . Faunus and Melliflora now are gone , To take possession of his fathers throne : And being come , they find his mother dead , For griefe her dearest sonne from court was fled . Almost a yeare with mirth the time was spent , When chaste Diana on fell mischiefe bent Entred the Court. ( At that time Melliflore , Grieud with the burden which her faire wombe bore . ) And put vpon sterne Hecates attire By magicke , meaning to explaine her ire : And so ( to ease her hate which inly burned ) The faire child to a monster she hath turned : His head was garded with two little homes , A beard he had , whose haires were sharpe as thornes , Crooked his nose : his necke , his armes , and breast Were like a man , but like a goate the rest . No sooner was the faire Nymphs wombe cut ope , To giue the monster largest roome and scope , ●ut out he flies , and to the wood doth runne , ( For there Diana pointed he should come ) And tripping long time ore the leauie launes , Ioynd issue with the Satyres and the Faunes : But Faunus changing Melliflores complection , ( Thus man to woman giueth all perfection : And as our chiefe Philosophers will say , Woman by man is perfect made each way . These virgins then of sound and vpright carriage , Are monsters plaine without the stay of marriage ) At length begot Latinus , he Lauinia : Aeneas her from Turnus tooke away , Succeeding him , his sonne Ascanius , And after him Aeneas Sil●i●s , Him Brutus kild , and at our English Douer Landed , and brought some Satyres with him ouer , And nimble Faëries . As most writers graunt , London by Brute was named Troynovaunt . The Faëries ofspring yet a long time went , Among the woods within the wild of Kent , Vntill transformed both in shape and essence , By some great power or heauenly influence , The Faëries proued full stout hardy knights , In iusts , in tilts in turnaments , a●d fights , As Spencer shewes . But Spencer now is gone , You Faëry Knights , your greatest losse bemone , This boone Diana then did aske of Ioue , ( More to be venged on the Queene of Loue , That 〈◊〉 late transformed sonnes Satyres , ( So cald because they satisfide her ires ) Should euermore be vtter enemies , To louers pastimes , sportfull veneries . Ioue granted her this lawful iust demand , As we may see within our Faërie land : The Satyres ierking sharp fang'd poesie , Lashing and biting Venus luxurie , Gauling the sides of foule impiety , Scourging the lewdnesse of damnd villany , Shooting out sharp quills in each angry line , Through heapt-vp vices like the porcupine . If this praise-worthy be , then first of all Place I the Satyre Academicall , His Satyres worthy are ( if any one ) To be ingrau'd in brasse , and marble stone : Detracting nothing from the excellencie , Of the Rhamnusian Scourge of Villanie , Put I was borne to hate your censuring vaine , Your enuions biting in your crabbed straine . Now let vs shew the Satyres enmitie , Which Brutus left behind in Italie .

The first Satyre of Horace . To his Patron Mecoenas . Bounteous Mecoenas , s'daining to peruse , And patronage the weakenesse of my Muse. WHat is the cause that none content will liue , In that estate which choise or chance doth giue , But euermore a nouell life pursues , And praiseth that another man doth vse ? Th' vnwildie war●ior brusde with toile , and spent With groueling ●ld , saith , most of all content O blisfull life , O merchants fortunate : The Merchant saith misliking this estate , When Southerne windes with raine bedagled wings Swell vp the seas , and him neare shipwracke brings : Warre 's better , why ? they fight , and presently , Or quicke death comes , or ioyfull victory : The Counsellor when as the clyent waites , And fore the cocks crow knocketh at his gates , Cries , happie husbandman , his bed which keeps , And lullabies his thoughts with carelesse sleepes : The countryman , i● for a surety sent , Vnto the cittie he is euer bent , To gape , and pore , and staring wide he pries On euery mocke-Ape toy which he espies , Iogging his mate vpon the elbow , he Sweares cittizens the blessed people be . The residue of these new fangles would , ( They are so many which I haue enrould ) Tyre-prating Fabius , lest I thee delay , Heare in a word . Suppose some god would say , Your likings all I wondrous well allow , I will effect your will : and souldier , thou Shalt be a Merchant , Counsellor I giue To thee thy wish , a farmer thou shalt liue : Your trades are turnd , depart here from my sight , Why stand you still ? they will not though they might Accept this blisfull and their chiefest boone , Then what 's the cause but Ioue of right may soone , In wrathfull moode engorge his swelling cheeke Gainst all this sort , and heare not them which seeke , And sue to change their present state hereafter ? But lest some say , too much I mingle laughter , Though what forbids but that the iester may Speake truth in toyes , and make the Reader stay , As faire spoke Pedants , teaching country schooles , With butterd bread will lure the little fooles , To learne their Crosse-row : but I le make an end Of trifles now , and serious things vnbend : The country swaine which shares the yeelding leas , The Mariner that furrowes vp the seas , The Tauerner which reakes not much to lie , And Souldier , say , the cause they trauaile why , Is this , that when vnnimble three-legg'd age , There stronger yeares , or moyling toyle doth swage , That then they might of all sufficient haue , Least easelesse neede their bodie bring to graue . Not much vnlike the little Ant that moiles , ( A little beast , but one of greatest toile ) And drawes her dainties thwart the hillie soile By might of mouth : and placed in her cell , In all she may , she huswiues it so well : Layes it in piles , and shroudes it vnder roofe , As one which were not for to learne the proofe Of winters wrath , when sleeting Ianiuere , With sullen shoures saddes the beginning yeare : Within her caue she keepes her festiuall , And feeles the fruit of her prouision all In Summer time . ●ut thee , nor scorching heate , Nor shuddering cold , Nor stormie seas , nor winter , fire , nor sword , Nor ought can keepe from heaping vp thy hord. Thy glutton mind with moath-consuming pelfe , Whilst one thou seest be richer then thy selfe : What vailes it thee to grubbe this waight of molde , So fearefully this Idoll god thy gold , In euermore to hide , Which if thou spend , no farthing will abide , And if thou snudge , and coffer't from the sunne , What shew makes it , what good is thereby wonne ? Of corne 〈◊〉 admit thou hast in store , An hundreth thousand 〈◊〉 on thy barne flore , What comes thereby ? thy bellie holds no more Then mine , as if to hirelings thou wert sent , Thy shoulders fraught with bags of bread , thou went , And they receiuing what thou thither brought , Thou gaines no more then him which carried nought . Or answere this : to him which doth propound Nature his guide , what booteth him of ground , Whether that he an hundreth acres tilles , Or else a thousand ? But to him which filles , From a huge heape , thou saist , It feeds the eie , And in the same we condiscend to thee , Whilst our repaste contents the mind alwaies , Shunning all not : wherefore dost thou praise , Thy corne - 〈◊〉 gardners , boue our sacks ? wee feed On them as well as you they serue our neede . As if thou must thy pot with water ●ill , And by thy side a fountaine doth distill : Yet for affection , and to please thine eie , Vnto a riuer fu●ther off thoul thie : At which , whilst some haue 〈…〉 , The 〈…〉 , and they haue fallen in . But he that takes ●o serue his vse , no more , The troubled water neare the slimie shore , Needes not to drinke , his fl●ming thirst to coole , Nor drowning feare within the muddie poole : But greatest part of men with poyson d baite Of wealth bewitch'd , aboundance in ech state Is all their blisse , their God , and earthly store , A man is but his money , and no more . What punishment shall we deuise or find , For him that hath this vnder-eating mind ? Let s suffer him in sinne to wallow still , And wretched be so long as er'e he will . Such one we reade of dwelt in Athens towne , In substance rich , but yet a niggard clowne : Whose couetize the world would euer hisse , Of infamie he still regardlesse is . Let people hisse and mocke me as they list , Whilst with my gold ( quoth he ) lockt in my chest , I please my selfe , mine eie still viewing is My gold , my goods , my God and heauenly blisse . Dry Tantalus doth oft aspire to taste The gliding water , but his labour's waste . Why dost thou laugh ? what pleasure dost thou take To loue this gold , which endlesse griefe doth make ? For thou endur'st his fate , take but his name , This fable's told of thee , thou art the same . What though amidst thy heaped bagges thou sleepe , When fearefull dreames thy mind awaking keepe , And that ( which thy confusion will bring , ) Thou sparest it like to some holy thing : And Tymon-like thou dost but please thine eie , With that which should thine honour raise on hie . As though it were in pictures to delight , Thou dost not know the vse of money right , Disburse it so for to supplie thy want : Let bread be bought , hearbs , wine , or what is scant , By which abating Nature waxeth faint . To wake daies , nights to stand in awe and feare Of theeues , least of thy riches they should heare . Of fire , of seruants , least they pilfer thee , Be these thy gaines ? Ioue then this boone to me Grant , that deuoyd of wealth I euer be . But if the cough chance trouble sore thy head , Or some disease do cause thee keepe thy bed , Thou hast thy friends still at thy elbow prest , Which will prouide confections of the best : Cunning Phisitians for thy helpe procure , And to thy sonnes and kinsfolke thee restore , With potions will in perfect health againe . Thou art deceiu'd , thy wife she workes thy baine , Thy sonne , thy neighbours maides , acquaintance all Weepe , but lest death should linger in thy fall : What meruaile is 't when siluer was thy Lord , None loue thee ? thou deseru●st no louing word , For if thy kinsmen and thy friends thou will With slight regard thus bind in friendship still , Thy labour 's vaine , perseuerance in loue , Discordeth much . Thou maist as well aboue , The sluggish Asse a golden saddle set , And teach him chew the bit , plaie , and curuet : This be the end : when much thou hast in store , Then feare not want , and trauaile for no more : Thy wil accomplisht , liue then at thine ease , Let not Ouidius greedie mind thee please , It is too long to tell how he wo●ld turne His coomed coyne which shoules nor would adorne , His corps with cloaths , but like the poorest wight , No better then his seruant euer dight , Fearing his riches would in time asswage , And he sustaine great penury in his age : But loe his wife ( of Greekish dames most bold ) Did cut his throte , so ended he and 's gold ▪ What , is it best like 〈◊〉 to liue ? Or all my goods like 〈◊〉 gi●e To whores and bawdes ? why dost thou thus compare Extremities , all spend , or else all spare ? I would not thee a greedie 〈◊〉 haue , Wilt thou then be a drunkard and a knaue ? There is a difference twixt the Eunuch Taine , And Herm●s●s that most luxurious swaine . A meane there is in all things , bonds be pight On this side or beyond which nought stands right . But now at length to come to my request , How hapneth it that no man liketh best His owne estate ? His neighbours goate doth beare A bigger bagge , her mil●e is farre more cleare . Comparing him not to the greater sort , Whose state is base , who liues in meane apport : But shoots at high●st , with him he doth contend To passe in coine , and so there is no end : For he that all men meanes to leaue behind , In running 〈◊〉 some richer eue●find : As when to winne some lawrell crowned fame , The Charrioter ( as in th●olympick game ) Lashing his thundring Coursers makes the ground , ( Whose rising face their fierie hoofes doth wound . ) To shake , and dandle , neuer lookes behind At those he coates , but swifter then the wind . Scoures forward still , to ouergo the rest , And here it comes that he hath liued blest Not one will say : A man we seldome find , So cloyd with th' world , as one which hath new dind● Is with his meate : none in●s extreamest dayes . Will part from life , as from a feast his waies . But drad Mecoenas , now this shall suffize , Least thou suppose my volume would arize Greater then that which bleare-●ide Crispine made . Not one word more at this time shall be sayd .

The first Satyre of Persius . O Slight regard of sots , or brainlesse men ! How great their blindfold vanities are , when Naught they applaud but tingling Poesie , Lulling the sence with itchfull ribaudry . What meanes my tragicke clamor , to what end , My ayrie breath to water do I spend ? What man takes pleasure ? who will loose his time In reading of my testy waiward rime ? To me didst speake , no flat-cap low prizde swaine , ( Much lesse my selfe ) to reade my crabbed graine , Will leaue a pleasing Poets sugred vaine . Then to respect me , shall I find not one ? Yea , two perhaps thou shalt , or rather none . This retchlesse care is much to be lamented , Wherefore ? not that my soule is discontented , Fore me they should Polydemias preferre , Or blockish Labeo , these but trifles are , No : for what thing it please tempestuous Rome , To raise , or throw downe by her bribed doome : Thereto assent , correct , nor make deniall , Or in the ballance poise that wicked triall . Know thou thy selfe , but not by others words , What man so vile but lustfull Rome affords ! Oh if my tongue might runne at liberty , And now it may , I 'me come to grauity : With sad rough-wrinkled age , and what I say , Is casting toyes and childishnesse away : And also now sterne vnkles I resemble , Whose sharp correction make their neuews tremble : Now then forgiue me . But I will not tho , How can I but a Satyres forehead show ? And be a scorner in a sawcy splen , We write shut vp , within our studies , when He for to write in ordred sillables chose , Another at his libertie in prose , Some great great worke the Romanes haue assign'd , Which to procure ( I feare me ) of the mind The avrie lunges wil troubled be for wind , This doubtles to the people he shall reede , Com'd , in his new gowne ▪ and his richest weed : With his Sardonix birth-dayes iewell graced , In some high seate , or chaire , emperiall placed , When with some limber vnguent he hath noynted , His mouing throate , at all as●aies appointed , Faint , with a swimming , turnd vp Venus eie , He of his speech will make deliuerie : Here maist thou see in most lasciuious guize , The greatest Romanes play , and wantonize , When as their lungs his lust-stung words do perse , And itching entralles , scracht are with his verse . Old-ore-worne truncke , and dost thou lay the baite , For tickling eares , for eares which itching waite , When in thy past recouery pocke-eate-skinn● , Thou knowst thine owne , and dost excuse their sinne . O stay , what profit doth thy learning show ? Vnlesse that foolish doctrine thou dost know , And barren figge tree so deepe rooted in thee , Thy liuer burst , come forth and honor win thee ? I ●hold thy manners , and thy withered eld , O foolish manners now for vertue held , And is it nothing for to know thine owne , Lesse what thou knowst , to al the world be knowne ? O but it is a iolly thing to see , Men with their fingers point thee forth , t is he Which pend that learnd egregious Poesie : Deemes thou it nothing openly t●haue bin read , Of an hundred schoole-boyes yellow curled heads ? Behold the Romanes mid theis gluttony , Inquire the most be praised Poetme , Some noble man t'whome bout his shoulders hings , A diuers coloured garment screaming sings , Or through the nose speakes some foule tragedy , Of Phillis and 〈◊〉 , or 〈◊〉 hat po●sie , Is lamentable in 〈◊〉 surquedry , He melts and breakes it in deliuery : They rise vp all to him , they giue the palme , And with these speeches they his words embalme . Are not the ashes of this Poet blest , The gentle coffin will not 's bones haue prest ▪ From 's Manes , his happy c●dars , and his toome , Will not the Violets , an● the Roses c●me ? And dost thou scoffe vs ? thy sharp hooked nose Most craftily thy sharpe derision-showes : Will there be any will●ng to refuse The peoples praise , when as his skilfull Muse Doth leaue works worth the iuice of Cedars tree , To after age , and all posteritie ? And verse , not fearing Salters quicke consume , Nor Pothecaries wrapping in perfume . Whosoere thou art moud with my reprehension , Which at this time gainst me doth make obiection , I do not alwaies when I write refuse The peoples praise if so my dullard Muse ( Which happens seldome ) bring some legend forth , Wittie conceited , sweete , and praises worth : Nor are my heart strings of obdurate horne , That such esteeme and honour I should scorne . But the maine poynt , and the extreamest end , To which thy studie and thy actions tend I do refuse . Thy well done , wondrous rare , Good , ex●ellent examine with me here : This whole great praise , what hath it inwardly ? Here is not Labeoe● sottish Poetrie : His Iliads drunke , with neesing Hellebore , No Elegies for faire mouth d Romaines more , Raw stomackt at their banquets to rehearse , For to be writ in Cittron beddes no verse . Thou know●st what dainties are most meete to place Before thy flatterers , which thee alway grace : Thou know'st how to reward the need●e poore , With some cast garment , threed-bare , raggd , and tore . And then thou saist , the truth faine would I know , I loue the truth , the truth vnto me show : Both of my selfe , and of my poesie , What high regard wee 're in . Foole how can't be That they corrupted with thy bribery , Should speake the truth ? Put without flattery Wouldst haue me speake ? Thy Poetry is vaine , Thee and thy workes the wisest do disdaine : When such a hogge-trough , such a panch thou hast , Reaching a foote and halfe aboue thy wast , And gurmondizing still in gluttonie , How canst thou write ( foole ) wittie Poesie ? O Ianus , first made prince of Italie , Who can expresse thy great felicitie , Whom neuer Stork-bild ●eerer yet did flout , Nor medlers hand did asses eares point out , Behind thy backe , nor put forth such a tong , So farre extended forth , drawne out so long ? How farre some dogge of scorcht Apulia Hangs out his tongue , vpon the hottest day . But you O Romane peeres , whom nature gaue , As to other men , behind no eies to haue , Looke warily vnto these glauerers , These writhen-mouth'd frumpers gullish flatterers , Do thou but aske the vulgars true opinion , Of thy writ lines , thy scoffer in derision Will answere thee : Why who can but commend , Such a sweete flowing Poem rarely pend , Whose pollisht numbers do so smoothly end , He knowes the best his verses to extend : As one that hauing shut one of his ●ine , With greene vermilian draweth out a line , If neede require to write a Comedie , A sharp fang'd Satyre or a Tragedie . Some fatall banquet of swart Atreus , Orestes , Progne , and of Tereus , Then doth his Muse giue witfull poesie , Vnto our Poet most aboundantly . Behold we see one to the hearing brings , Some lofty stile of Emperours or Kings , Or some great Poeme for to take in hand , When as the freshman doth not vnderstand His rudiments , nor hath the salt of wit , For to describe a groue as doth befit , Nor praise the fruitfull countrie how the waines , Carrie the liquor which the grape distraines , Nor fire , nor heards of swine fed fat with graines : Nor yet the feasts of P●les celebrate , The goddesses of shepheards consecrate , From whence the Emperour Remus did deriue , His pedegree . How Quintus thou didst riue , And breake thy plow-share , with the furrow torne , Whenas thy stonisht wife stood thee beforne , With a Dictators vesture thee t' adorne . The sergeant who this sodaine newes did know , Vpon his shoulders carried home thy plow . Well done ingenious Poet , to expresse A lofty stile , and graueld in the lesse , But some there be who more obscurely write , Whom th●venemous booke of Labeo doth delight , Some with Pacu●●us harsh A●tiopa , In reading o're a winters night will stay , Whose mournfull heart in sorrowes extasie , Is vnderpropt , he saith , with care and misery . When pur-blind fathers euery day thou sees , Vnto their children teach such words as these : Dost thou demand how this vnpolisht speech , Into the tougues of all men made a breach , From whence this ruine of the Romane tongue Did first arise , in which the Romanes long Haue tooke delight ? fore all this they preferre , And act it on the Amphitheater , And doth this language nothing thee ashame ? Will not gray haires thy greene affections tame , And wilt thou euer be so couetous , To heare this latine mingled barbarous , Call Pedius Theefe , then what will Pedius say , He in smooth opposites will his trespasse way : And for his sugred flowing eloquence , Hee 's greatly praisde and held in reuerence , O eloquent Apol●o robbing witte ! And is it so ? lasciuious Romanes , yet Like fauning dogges this flattering do ye loue ? What ? shal a shipwrackt man to pittie moue , My liberall mind some mony to bestow , Whenas before me singing he doth goe Thy shipwracke on thy shoulders thou dost bring , Vpon a table painted , and dost sing . But such a whining speech premeditate , Cannot make me thy chance commiserate , Yea but in verse there is a comely grace , A secret couching of each word in place , The Poet did the Poem finish thus : Of Atis borne in Berecinthius , And not vnlike the Poesie of him . The Dolphin tooke Nerea for to swimme , Thus haue I taken a part priuily , Of Apenines mount diuiding Italie : But like to these affecting euermore , To speake by some odde foolish Metaphore . Arma , Virum , what difference twixt them both , Virgills beginning , t is a barmie froth , A grosse-puft stile , like to some bough puld downe From the greene corke-tree dried in the sunne : Then in thy iudgement what worth reading is ? What Poeme is most pleasing then ? Why this Of some wise Romane in his Nioblis . Now they haue fild their writhen vnpleasing hornes , With the hoarse sound of hissing Mimallones , Taking away the painted head by this , From the prowd heiter of priest Bassaris , And Moenas wreathing th●ivie which , alone Makes Linceus still redouble Euion , And the new Eccho answeres therevpon . Could these be writ , in vs ( Oh how I 'm grieu'd ) If any vertue from our fathers liu'd . This nice effeminate mouing with our hippes , This slime is euer swimming in our lippes , Moenas and Atis euer in our mouth , Whose wanton speech corrupts both age and youth , Nor hath it yet a Poems triall biden , Nor know what meanes a Poets nailes off bitten , What neede haue we ? or what will it auaile's , To pull our tender eares , or bite our nailes : Take heede , be not so malapert and bold , Least that thy Patrons entrance waxen cold , Denying thee to come within their gates . Some churlish Porter thy approachment waites , To beate thee backe , and euer as thou goes , This dogged letter R●ounds through his nose . I passe not for it , for my part I praise Your amorous Poem● ▪ and your wanton laies : O! all is good , all excellent you write , These , these my words thou saist againe delight : I do forbid now that there should be one , Twixt thee and me to make dissention . Paint here two Saints , say , children pisse without , This place is holy sanctifide about . I straight depart . But Lucils libertie Did lash and scourge the best of Italie . Blunting his teeth gainst thee Rutilius , Whetting them sharpe for wilful Mutius , Slie subtile Horace taxed euerie sinne , Vnto Mecoenas , once admitted in , Twixtiest and earnest witt●ly would forbid , More secret vices in the heart-strings hid . And craftily keepe the longing Audience , With a gratious gesture euer in suspence . And was it lawfull they their minds should vtter , And such a hainous thing for me to mutter My halfe spoke word ? nor spake them priuilie , Nor in a reede like Midaes familie : Yet in my booke i le whisper secretly , O little booke , I haue seene openly , My selfe hath seene : which of the Romaine peeres , But now adorn'd is with long asses eares ? This in my booke I insert couertly , Yet would not change my smiling Poesie For Labeos Illiads . Who delighted is , To reade bold Cratine , or crabd Eupoli● : Vntill with old age he waxe bleakish wan , Reade or'e my Satyres , if by chance he can , Some hidden knowledge find , the rea●er than , With feruent zeale my Satyres all will heare , And reade me or'e with a prepared eare . But such a reader , such a tinckring slaue , For to peruse my lines I do not craue , Whose dunghill Muse delights to looke so low , As cauell at a Grecians crooked shooe , Or that can say vnto the blinde : thou' rt blind , One which all faults in outward parts doth find . Thinking himselfe one of authoritie , Raisde to renowne perhaps and dignitie , By bearing office late in Italie . Because the false measures he hath broken , Of Aretus . Nor craue I him who takes his cheefe delight , Numbers and figures in a boord to write , Or in the dust , as our Astromoners , Reioycing much if from Philosophers , Some shamelesse whore do pull away the beard . But vnto these , ( when th' officers they haue heard , And Dinner ends , in lustfull sort to liue ) The Curtizan Callirrhoe I giue .

The first Satyre of Iuuenall . STill shall I then an hearer only bee , And ne're put forth my hidden poesie ? With the bigge Theseods so often cumbred Of whuling Codrus , and vnpunished : Shall one recite alow●d his histories To me , another his sadde Elegi●● ? Huge Telep●us , ought he t' haue spent the day Scotfree , or on a ful-writ Margent ●stay ? Of all the booke with audience euer tended , Orestes , not as yet behind him ended .

Venus ( to whome it is daungerous denying any reasonable request ) hearing glowming Inuenall threaten so great a punishment , entreates my Muse , that for a while she would leaue him in his English tongue vnperfect yet to Venus she makes a vow , that Iuuenal , Horace , and Persius shall hereafter all be transl●ted .

LOues Queene faire Venus all this while attended , Wishing they would their criticke stile haue ended : Hearing them thus maligne , snarle , raile , and bite , Spewing the rancor of their enuious spight : Her Godhead being most of all abused , All possible meanes she for reuengement vsed : Abhorring more their spightfull action , That they exposde her to detraction : Because she sau'd from Iunoes tyrannie , Eneas sometimes prince of Italie : Preseruing then Ascanius his bratte , By sea and land from her malignant hate : Thus much by much entreatie she obtainde : Or by her owne powre she thus much then gainde , I know not whether , that ( for Satyres spight ) Italians should in fond loues take delight . In stranger sinnes , sinnes which she was ashamed , Among th' Italians rightly should be named . Sinnes , scarlet sinnes , sinnes who delights to vse , In other regions , thus we him abuse ( For through the world her wrath 's inueterate ) In odious termes , Yon 's one Italionate : And ( to be breefe ) that lustfull venerie , Should be the downfall of all Italie : This is the cause Italians to this day , Are euer readie , apt , and prone that way . Not hauing fully quencht the flaming fire Of vengeance , with th' Italians . Now in ire She mounts her Charriot swifter then the wind , Or subtile comprehension of the mind . Which by two nimble Cocksparrowes was drawne , Caparisond but lightly , with the lawne Tooke from the Flowerdeluces inner skin , Trapt and embost with marigolds : within Sits Venus naked , holding in her hand , A tumbling shel-fish , with a mirtle wand , Wearing a garland on her wimpled head , Compacted of the white rose and the red ▪ None but the blinde boy Cupid durst approach , For to be whurried with her in the coach . The snow-white Graces running by their sides , Were through the heauens their waggoners and guides , Lashing the sparrowes vnder quiuering wings , With whips of twisted gold , and siluer strings : A Beuie of white Doues still flickering ouer , From the Sunnes sight such beautie seemde to couer . And thus she rode in triumph in her throne , Whose radiant lustre like the Sunne beames shone . Darting her raies into the heauens aboue , As halfe dismaide the maiestie of Ioue : All heauens beautie seemed farre the lesse , Her naked beautie striuing to suppresse : And shrunke aside , not daring once come nie her , Iealouse of Ioue , least he by chance should spie her : Knowing he would their glorious beautie scorne , When one more faire appeared him beforne . The presence alway of the greater light , Doth make the lesser shine not halfe so bright . Take heede faire Ladies , standing in the place With one more f●re , you lose your former gra●e . Her iourney tended to our English clime . And here she houered , and remaind a time . Hearing before the Satyres enmitie , Gainst her proceedings and her deitie , Vsing all mischiefe gainst her enemies , Thrusting her selfe in baudy elegies , Polluting with her damned luxury , All eares which vowd were vnto chastity , And euermore thus on fel mischiefe bent , Vntil she found ( she neuer was content : ) Some of her Saints ( belike ) who euery day , Vnto her shrine their orizons did say : Which fore she askt , this boone to her was giuing . That all the Satyres then in England liuing Should sacrifisde be in the burning fire , To pacifie so great a goddesse ire , And from their Cyndars should a Satyre rise , Which their Satyricke snarling should despise . All which perform'd , she left our English shore , Neuer I hope to trouble vs any more . If trauailers this yeare of Iubilie , Bring her not o're againe from Italie : Which if they do , no sooner see her floate , But Satyres pinch her spangled Petticoate : You know her malice plainely , as you see Your true discent , and lineall Pedigree . FINIS .

A Prophesie of this present yeare , 1600. — Who liues past ninetie nine , Shall afterward speake of a blessed time . THen cease fond Satyres quipping Epigrammatists , S●e scoffing Critickes , ●earing Lucianists , Sterne censuring Catoes , ful gorg●d Lucilians , Enuie-swolne Cynickes al-eyde Epidaurians , Vnringed routing hogges otter-toothd Rhamnusians , Cease cease to bawle , thou wasp-stung Satyrist , Let none so testy petulant insist : Hold , stay thy lashing hand , and ierking rimes , There is no lewdnesse in these Halcyon times . By heauens poudred robe , and fiery element , There is no sinne in Albion permament , Vice lies deepe smothered in his darksome toome , And Vertue takes possession of his roome , All spotlesse pure , this first of Ianivere , Propitiously began great Platoes yeare : Deferre your rigorous envy-kindled rage , Vntill some other stranger sinning age , Let hell-borne sinne with your vntimely spight Lie buried both in wombe of silent night . Prophet ( whosoe're thou wert ) heau'ns giue thee meede , For this thy old-said saw , and truest reede , If I but knew where lay thy senselesse vrne , Vpon the same sweete odours I would burne , And solemnize thy dated exequies , Hoping to be inspir'd with prophesies , That so I might the verriment vnfould , What happen vs the next seuen hundred should : In euery nooke and angle now I burst , To all assemblies boldly do I thrust , To Paules , to plaies , to prizes , reuelings , To dicing houses , Tauerne beuerings , To bowling alleys , night-set merriments , To Mile-end traynings , Tyburne dreriments , To beare-baitings , and euery wonderment , Each conduit-fray , and little blunderment . Ennaunter some odde toyish fopperies , Should he obscured from my searching eies . But mong this rout I heare no foolish word , In serious ernest , or in iesting bourd : No scripture iests , no heau'n prophaning oaths , No suddaine stabs , no French new-fangled cloaths . Gallus hath left his new-stampt blasphemies , Rubrine disclaimes his damned heresies , Writhled Sylene his gotish bitchery , And Valodid his iugling witchery . Baudy Melino needes not lust relieue , With cordiall compounds , and preseruatiue , Reine-running botches , pockes , are voided cleane , Then Pod●lingus go and scrape againe , In Florence stewes with lustfull Aretine : Seale vp your Seringe , case vp your implements , Trusse vp your trinckets , Leuca's instruments , None vse in ioulting coaches hurried . Now Lucia lookes like one twise buried : Expecting hourly passage to her Graue , No muddy mind no slimie dunghil slaue , But hates with Pickt-hatch t●haue his name defaced , Vices are loathd , and vertue is embraced , Giue me akingdome Cynicke , now I can Shew thee a complete rightly perfect man . O wakefull prophet that so farre away , Could spie the dawning of this New yeares day ! And in thy true authentique prophesie , Foretell that brutish sensuality , Leopard-skind , soule-polluting Sodomy , Dogges appetite , and damn'd impiety , Should be transported into Italie From England , this same yeare of Iubile : But tell me Satyres now in seriousnesse , Why ript ye forth the guttes of vitiousnesse , Or dipt your pens in puddle beastlinesse ? It is dishonor , and indignity , Vnto a Poets great supremacy . For by the worlds pure and immaculate Selfe-yeelding-all Saturnus maidens state , Not for a world of Indian treasury , Would I the world in tearmes so villifie , Or proue it in my wrangling poesie , A Brokers shop of vile iniquitie : Nor should my lauish and malignant tongue , Teare out the bowells of sinnes hidden long , Hooke out abhorring-nature strange delights , Drownd in the red sea with the Sodomites , For whilst such couered sinnes you do vnvaile , Crabbde reprehension sets them but to sale . Not long ago● ( by chance ) these eares of mine , Ore-heard yong Tusco reade a Satyres line , And grauel'd ( as it seem'd ) stood censuring , His eies fixt on a weather-cocke , misconstruing The gloomie sence , and sembled thereupon , Of fryes and puisnes a conuocation : Slubbering the margent with their greafie thumbs , They found no meant , till court-boy Brisco comes . This agent patient in a moment spide Light in this darke line . Tusco then replide : I 'me glad of this , I thought there had not bin Such nouell pastimes , such a new found sinne : And since in Paules ( I walking ) Tusco met , And at his heeles I saw yong Brisco iet . But by the sprightly essence of my soule , My retchlesse lines shall Brisco not controule : Nor rubbe the botch sore on his ridden side , Nor gird the galled blisters on his hide : That would but more his griefe exasperate , And all the world by him exulcerate . Sinne 's like a puddle or a mattery sincke , The more we stirre them , stil the more they stincke . O could the circuit of my pulsiue braine , Harbour but in it such a cinicke straine , I would haue scourgde selfe-blind Brauortian , Keeping in Newgate his lewd curtezan , So lushiously with sacke , and marrow pies , Whilst in the Fleete his Vnkle staruing lies , There fleete , or sincke , or drowne , his care is more , To snort in th' armes of his shape-altring whore . When ( for a coach ) Malberia in a cart , Was ioulted , then I crost the streetes athwart , With rapiers pendant Minke and Mario ran , After this fat luxurious Curtezan : With draffie pispots still as she was crowned , Minks wept for Loue , for Anger Mario frowned . This would haue fazd a Satyres pisse-stept whip , They scape my ierking rime or iocund quip . Though 〈◊〉 not for kingdomes would I name him , That were enough for euermore to shame him ) Maintaine his seruant , sister , and his whore , And yet maintaine his sister and no more , Should I vnvaile incestuous luxurie ? Nay rather Curtaine-or●e such brothelrie . Though Vicro bezzle on the ale-house bench , Till●s lacket's bawdie with the barmie drench : And thereupon vnto his audience preach , At euerie full poynt ysking forth a belch : Slupping the Challice like a drunken Scale , Where frothie lambs-woll swimmes in nappie ale : And thence returne and guzzle off the Boule , Tills eies gan startle in his iobber noule , Though Dario bragge , that for reward or fee , He neuer made his Muse a mercenarie : Yet written , giues her vnto Noble men , And in exchange receiues their Angels then . Though Lacrion in a brauerie disburse , For jingling spurs , the jingling of his purse , He spurs not me , nor do his rowels pricke : And wherefore then gainst Lacre●n should I kicke ? Why should I Darios bragge reitterate , Or damned Vicroes vice exaggerate . Burno exclaimde , as Cicero wont to crie , Whe● Cateline did worke conspiracie : O Times , O Manners lewd and impious , When his owne Manners made the Time so vicious . What beastlinesse by others you haue showne , Such by your selues ti 's thought that you haue knowne : But Vice this yeare of Vertue makes an end , ●ll at the worst , doth alway gin to mend . FINIS .