IDENTILIN$$ F003NY1|John Cave ms.|pp. 9-12\E:mth\mf\6-10-94|P:TJS|o|3-9-96|cor TJS\7-31-98\JSC\9-11-98;(l.91)8-28-02 003.NY1.HE1 %XSatire 3 003.NY1.001 Kind pittie choakes my spleen, braue scorne forbids 003.NY1.002 Theise teares to issue w%5ch%6 swell my eielidds 003.NY1.003 I must not laugh nor weep sinns, and be wise: 003.NY1.004 May rayling then cure these worne maladies? 003.NY1.005 Is not our Maistresse fayre relligion 003.NY1.006 As worthy of all our souls devotion 003.NY1.007 As vertue was to the first blind age? 003.NY1.008 Are not heauens ioyes as valient to asswage 003.NY1.009 Lusts, as earths hono%5r%6 was to them? Ahlasse 003.NY1.010 As we doe them in means shall they surpasse 003.NY1.011 Vs in the end? and shall thy ffathers spiritt 003.NY1.012 Meet blind Phylosophers in heauen, whose meritt 003.NY1.013 Of strict lyfe may be imputed ffaithe; and heare 003.NY1.014 Thee whome he taught wayes easie & neere 003.NY1.015 To follow damn'd? oh if thou darest, feare this 003.NY1.016 This feare greate courage & high valo%5r%6 is. 003.NY1.017 Dar'st thou ayd mutinouse Dutch? Dar'st thou lay 003.NY1.018 thee in shipps, wooden sepulchres, a pray 003.NY1.019 To leaders rage, to stormes, to shott to dearth? 003.NY1.020 Dar'st thou diue seas, & dungeons of the earth? 003.NY1.021 Hast thou co>%5u%6%V%5r%6>blanke<<] charters to kill whome they hate 003.NY1.092 Nor are they vicars, but hangmen to fate [CW:ffoole#&|] 003.NY1.093 ffoole & wretch wilt thou lett thy soule be tye'd [12 003.NY1.094 To mens lawes by w%5ch%6 she shall not be try'd 003.NY1.095 At the last day? Oh will it then serue thee 003.NY1.096 To say a %1Phillip%2 or a %1Gregorie%2 003.NY1.097 A %1Harrie%2 or a %1Martine%2 taught thee this? 003.NY1.098 Is not this excuse for meer contraries 003.NY1.099 Equally stronge? cannot both sides say soe? 003.NY1.100 That thou mayst rightly obay powre, her bounds kno%5w%6. 003.NY1.101 Those past, her nature & name is chang'd: To bee 003.NY1.102 Then humble to her is idolatrie. 003.NY1.103 As streames %Jher%K[%1Mvar:%2>>are<<] powre is; those blest flowers w%5ch%6 dwell 003.NY1.104 At y%5e%6 rough streames calme head thriue & prooue well; 003.NY1.105 But hauing left theire rootes, & y%5m%6selus giuen 003.NY1.106 To y%5e%6 streames tyrannouse rage, alasse are driuen 003.NY1.107 Through Mills & rocks, & at last almost 003.NY1.108 Consum'd in going, in the sea are lost. 003.NY1.109 So perish soules, w%5ch%6 more choose mens vniust 003.NY1.110 Powre%Y,%Z from god claym'd, y%5n%6 God himselfe to trust 003.NY1.0SS %XFinis tertiae%L Satirae%L 003.NY1.0$$ %1No ind; every fifth line numbered in arabic in LM%2