IDENTILIN$$ 1650, Yale \ EWS\mf\ 5-7-85\P&C:MJM\(CtY,MH)\11-6-06 002.00E.0HE %X%1Satyre%2 II. 002.00E.001 S%+IR; though (I thanke God for it) I doe hate 002.00E.002 Perfectly all this towne, yet there's one state 002.00E.003 In all ill things so excellently best, 002.00E.004 That hate toward them, breeds pity toward the %\(rest. [CW:Though] 002.00E.005 Though Poetry indeed be such a sin, [p.122] 002.00E.006 As I thinke That brings dearth, and Spaniards in: 002.00E.007 Though like the Pestilence, and old fashion'd love, 002.00E.008 Ridlingly it catch men, and doth remove 002.00E.009 Never, till it be starv'd out; yet their state 002.00E.010 Is poore, disarm'd, like Papists, not worth hate: 002.00E.011 One, (like a wretch, which at Barre judg'd as dead 002.00E.012 Yet prompts him which sta%Mds next, & cannot read, 002.00E.013 And saves his life) gives Idiot Actors meanes, 002.00E.014 Starving himselfe to live by his labour'd sceanes. 002.00E.015 As in some Organ, Puppits dance above 002.00E.016 And bellows pant below, w%5ch%6 them do move. 002.00E.017 One would move love by rythmes; but witchcrafts %\(charms 002.00E.018 Bring not now their old feares, nor their old harms. 002.00E.019 Rammes, and slings now are silly battery, 002.00E.020 Pistolets are the best Artillery. 002.00E.021 And they who write to Lords, rewards to get, 002.00E.022 Are they not like singers at doores for meat? 002.00E.023 And they who write, because all write, have still 002.00E.024 That excuse for writing, and for writing ill. 002.00E.025 But he is worst, who (beggerly) doth chaw 002.00E.026 Others wits fruits, and in his ravenous maw 002.00E.027 Rankly digested, doth those things out-spue, 002.00E.028 As his owne things; and they are his owne,'tis true, 002.00E.029 For if one eate my meat, though it be knowne 002.00E.030 The meat was mine, th'excrement is his owne. 002.00E.031 But these doe me no harme, nor they which use 002.00E.032 To out-doe Dildoes, and out-usure Jewes, 002.00E.033 To out-drinke the sea, to out-sweare the gallant, he 002.00E.034 Who with sinnes all kinds as familiar be 002.00E.035 As Confessors, and for whose sinfull sake 002.00E.036 Schoolmen, new tenements in hell must make: [CW:Whose] 002.00E.037 Whose strange sinnes, Canonists could hardly tell [p.123] 002.00E.038 In which Commandements large receit they dwell. 002.00E.039 But these punish themselves. The insolence 002.00E.040 Of Coscus, onely, breeds my just offence, 002.00E.041 Whom time (which rots all, and makes botches %/(poxe, 002.00E.042 And plodding on, must make a calfe an oxe) 002.00E.043 Hath made a Lawyer; which, (alas) of late 002.00E.044 But scarce a Poet; jollier of this state, 002.00E.045 Then are new benefic'd ministers, he throwes 002.00E.046 Like nets, or limetwigs, wheresoever he goes, 002.00E.047 His title of Barrister, on every wench, 002.00E.048 And wooes in language of the Pleas and Bench. 002.00E.049 A motion Lady: Speake Coscus. I have beene 002.00E.050 In love ever since %1tricesimo%2 of the Queene. 002.00E.051 Continuall claimes I have made, injunctions got 002.00E.052 To stay my rivals suit, that he should not 002.00E.053 Proceed, spare mee; in Hillary terme I went, 002.00E.054 You said, If I return'd next size in Lent, 002.00E.055 I should be in Remitter of your grace; 002.00E.056 In th'interim my letters should take place 002.00E.057 Of Affidavits. Words, words, which would teare 002.00E.058 The tender labyrinth of a soft maids eare. 002.00E.059 More, more, than ten Sclavonians scolding, more 002.00E.060 Than when windes in our ruin'd Abbyes rore. 002.00E.061 When sicke with Poetry, and possest with muse 002.00E.062 Thou wast, and mad, I hop'd; but men which chuse 002.00E.063 Law practice for meere gaine; bold soule repute 002.00E.064 Worse than imbrothel'd strumpets prostitute. 002.00E.065 Now like an owle-like watchman he must walke 002.00E.066 His hand still at a bill, now he must talke 002.00E.067 Idly, like prisoners, which whole months will swear 002.00E.068 That onely suretyship, hath brought them there, [CW:And] 002.00E.069 And to every suitor lye in every thing, [p.124] 002.00E.070 Like a Kings favorite, or like a King. 002.00E.071 Like a wedge in a block, wring to the barre, 002.00E.072 Bearing like Asses, and more shamelesse farre 002.00E.073 Than carted whores, lye, to the grave Judge; for 002.00E.074 Bastardy abounds not in Kings titles, nor 002.00E.075 Simony and Sodomy in Churchmens lives, 002.00E.076 As these things doe in him; by these he thrives. 002.00E.077 Shortly (as the sea) he will compasse all the land; 002.00E.078 From Scots, to Wight; from Mount to Dover strand. 002.00E.079 And spying heires melting with luxury, 002.00E.080 Satan will not joy at their sinnes, as he. 002.00E.081 For as a thrifty wench scrapes kitching-stuffe, 002.00E.082 And barrelling the droppings, and the snuffe 002.00E.083 Of wasting candles, which in thirty yeare 002.00E.084 (Reliquely kept) perchance buyes wedding geare; 002.00E.085 Peecemeale he gets lands, and spends as much time 002.00E.086 Wringing each Acre, as men pulling prime. 002.00E.087 In parchment then, large as his fields, he drawes 002.00E.088 Assurances, big, as gloss'd civill lawes, 002.00E.089 So huge, that men (in our times forwardnesse) 002.00E.090 Are Fathers of the Church for writing lesse. 002.00E.091 These he writes not; nor for these written payes, 002.00E.092 Therefore spares no length; (as in those first dayes 002.00E.093 Where Luther was profest, He did desire 002.00E.094 Short %1Pater%2 %1nosters%2, saying as a Fryer 002.00E.095 Each day his beads, but having left those lawes, 002.00E.096 Adds to Christs prayer, the power and glory clause.) 002.00E.097 But when he sels or changes land, h'impaires 002.00E.098 His writings, and (unwatch'd) leaves out, %1ses%2 %1heires%2, 002.00E.099 As slily as any Commenter goes by 002.00E.100 Hard words, or sense; or, in Divinity [CW:As] 002.00E.101 As controverters in vouch'd Texts, leave out [p.125] 002.00E.102 Shrewd words, which might against them clear the %\(doubt. 002.00E.103 Where are those spred woods w%5ch%6 cloth'd heretofore 002.00E.104 Those bought la%Mds? not built, nor burnt within dore. 002.00E.105 Where the old landlords troops, and almes? In hals 002.00E.106 Carthusian fasts, and fulsome Bacchanals 002.00E.107 Equally I hate. Meane's blest. In rich mens homes 002.00E.108 I bid kill some beasts, but no Hecatombs, 002.00E.109 None starve, none surfet so. But (Oh) we allow 002.00E.110 Good workes, as good, but out of fashion now, 002.00E.111 Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws 002.00E.112 Within the vast reach of th'huge statute lawes. 002.00E.0SS 002.00E.0$$