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Out of mans soide, my meaning 's not so rude ;
For 'tis an axiome not to be w/thstood,
" He that is void of passion 's voide of good." ^ 3038
Love of that love deserving Diety,
Which, doth produce effecte*' of charity,
And kindles in mans heart ^ devotion,
Once to extenuate were a sinfull motion 3042

Of a pestiferous braine ; noe, I desire
To ad more fewell to that holy fire.
Xor can I but comwzend of godlie hate.
Detesting sinne, that doth commaculate 304G

The soule of man ; this passion 's worth com»;endiiig,
That hates the offence, yet loves the man offending.
Neither will I restraine the heart from joy
Soe that with moderation we imploy 3050

This passion to good vses ; hartes rejoyce.
But let the cause be singuler & choice.
Grief likewise must abounde in every man
That will indeed be a true Christian, 30 j 4

Sorrow the badge of true repentance weares,
Sinne must be purgde by a whole flood of teares.
^ To filial feare I likewise doe assent,

' blood was first written, then a line drawn through it, niid
ffood written after.

^ MS. heard. ' jl and Mritten in margin of M.S.


That 's awd from sinne by love, not punishment. 3058

Salvations hope, celestiall ioyes desire,

Yertuous boldenesse, with, religious ire, virtuous bouinesa

and religious ire.

Are heavenly passions not to be denide,

But as occasion serves, to be applide 3063

To tlieir true endes. Affectiones of such kinde

Mie Muse disclaimes not : but all such, as blinde ™y Muse dis-

claims not ;
The eyes of reason, & doe quite pervert tut aii supu

affections as lead

The soule, mans better intellectuall part, 30G6 man to sin.

That keep him from tliQ path of bis salvation.

And lead tliQ way wA/cli brings vnto damnation.

These, these they be, on w7n'cli I doe engage

My vexed Muse to wreck her spleenfull rage. 3070

Philautus w/th his very soule doth love piiii,autus loves

A Avench as faii'e as Venus milck white dove ;
He loves his huntmg-horse, his hauke, his hound,
His meat & drink, his morning sleeps profound ; 3074
He loves to follow each new-fangled fashion,
He loves to hear men speake his com?/2endation,
He loves his landes, thai bring him store of pelfe,
But above all thinges he doth love himselfe. 3078 but himself

most of all.

In all this love noe love of God I finde,

ISToe love of goodnesse, but a love confinde

To sensuall dehghts, to sinne & ease,

A love to others soe himselfe to please. 3082

Thou impious worldling, leave this vaine affection, [icaf^s]

W7i2ch only on thy selfe hath a reflection ;

This sinne relinquish, lest incensed love This is love

ivii c,r\on misapplied.

Doe iustly plague thy misapplyed loA^e. dObb

I saw (a sight tliai made me much affraide)

Amorphus kisse his mothers kitchin-maide.

Me thought as both their heades together came, Amoi-piious is in

I saw tliQ devill kissing of his dam : * 3090 mother's kitci.en-

And yet this foole 's in love wzth her 'bove measure,

Calls her the mistresse of his^ ioy & pleasure ;

' Final e crossed out. ^ MS. her.

tijie's w. 7





[sat. 7.

It is a case of
like to like;
the collier and
the devil.

Pamphila is in
love with every
man she sees.

Phcedra's love to
her stepson is
turned to hate.

Honorins is per-
secuted because
of his virtues.

Sweares that faire roses grow vpon licr cheekes,

When I 'le be sworne 'tis fitter place for leelies ; 3094

Saies her sweet breath his amarous fires increase,

'\^^len she smelles filthy strong of durt & grease,

" But lilce to like, tho, collier & ilia devill,"

He & his wench ; she stam???ers, he doth drivell ; 3098

He squints, & she doth gogle wondrous faire ;

His botle-nose is red, soe is her haire ;

She hath a crooked backe, he a polte foote ;

His face is blacke, & hers begrimd'e w/th soote ; 3102

A loving lovely couple most divine,

Pitty it were tliat they should not combine.

Pamphila is in loA^e w/th every man
That comes w/thin her sight, & if she can 3106

Will prostitute her body to his will,
And never leave till she her lust fullfill.

Stepmother Phoedra woos her husbandes sonne,
Hypolitus, but he with care doth shunne 3110

Her odious lust, loatliing a sinne soe vile
As his sires bed with incest to defile ;
But still she sues, & still he doth denie.
Till vrgde to farre, he doth her presence flie. 3114

Lust thus by verteous chastetie w/thstood
Is turnd to hate, & hate thirsts after blood ;
And his barter blood it is this thirst must ease ;
Only his death can her fell hate appease. 3118

True Machiavillian Csecilius
With hate doth prosecute Honorius,
Because his vertues did deserve more love,
And he i' th' Court respected was above 3122

His high aspiring selfe. Yet till the end
In outward shew he seemd to be his friend.
But when thai Fortune had once turnd her wheele
Ho was tliQ first thai did his furie feele ; 3126

For then his rage burst forth, & it is thought
This one mans hate his sad destmction Avrought.



Misotochus (yvhidi kis hand wUl sooner lend a man who

^ would rather

To bring his neighbour to vntiniely end 3130 help to km than

save lift.

Then save his life) hath horded vp his corne, [leaf 35, back]

- keeps his corn

Eeady to burst his garners with ihe home tin there's a

Of his aboundance, & doth hope his seed ''°""*''

Kept from the market will a famine breed ; 3134

And therfore mil not sell a graine this year,

Xor to sustaine his householde tliresh an eare ;

But lives one rootes like a Diogenes,

'With, poor thin drink, & course bread mad[e] of pease.

^Yhat though the poore doe want, begge, starve, & dye, Thotigh the poor

... die of want they

They get from him noe healp in miserie. get no help from


Their hunger feeds him fat, he loyes to see

Their death-procuring sad calamity. 3142

Thou hateful cynick-dog, belov'd of none,

Because none loving, not thy selfe alone !

Inhuman devill ! think some fatall hower

Will bring huge troupes of vermine, to devoure 31 4G But troops of

vermin devour

Thy graine & thee ; or that from heaven will lall him and his


Consuming fyer & destroy it all.

Looks for some fearfull vengeance to be sent,

Some plague vnheard of, some straunge punnishment ;

For such damnd hatred, iust revenging God 3151

Will scourge thy sinne w«th some vnusuall rodde.

Xsenius hath w/th much ofl&cious laboz/r One fool was so

overjoyed at his

Eecovered his mistrisses lost favour, 3154 mistress's

. , favours,

For the w7i/ch act the foole s soe overioyde

That through excesse therof he is annoide.

When she vouch safte that he might kiss her hand.

The asse had much adoe on 's feet to stand, 3158

He was soe inly ravisht with delight

Of that rare pleasure : such another fight that anotiier et

Twixt reason & his passion would have sent have killed him.

A foolish soule to Plutoes regiment. 3162

When Carthaginian Hanniball, that stout

And poHticke captaiue, w7;zch soe often fought



[sat. 7.

A Roman matron
)ieard that her
two sons were
killed in the
battle ot Canna,-.

But they escaped,
.and she was so
overcome when
she saw them,
that she died.




One dies in the
act of sin.

Another mounis
lier puppy's

She should weep
for iniquity.

With. Eoman Consuls in their native soile,

And their best forces many times did foile,

It is recorded by cronologers

And excellent histriographers,

In that vnluckie Cannas overthrowe,

"When few or none escapte deaths fatall blowe,

A certaine woman dwelling then at Home

Heard her two sonnes had their eternall doome ;

For -which (as nature would) she did lament,

Her eyes (bare witnesse) all with teares besprent. 31 Tl

But the young men scaping by flight their foe

Eecover Eome & to their mother goe ;

She hearing both alive returned Avere

And bid her former sorrow to forbeare,

WiU not beleeve reporte, but trust her eyes,

When sodainly opprest with ioy she dies.

Mopsa, they say, o'recome with joy lies dead,
But how ] i' th' act of her lost mayden head !
A fearfidl end, to die in act of sinne,
And in this death a second death beginne,
A dayly living death, yet dying paine
Which, shall in perpetuity remaine.

Luctantia, cease thy lamentation !
Thou mone'st thy puppies death with greater passion
Then the offences that thou dost committe
'Gainst thy CieatouT ; w/i/ch iust ne're a whit 3190
Grieve thy seard conscience ; noe remorse for sinne
On[e] tear enforceth, but for every pinne,
For every trifle else, that doth distast
Thy foolish liking, thou dost even wast 3194

Thy seKe in sorrow. Wash thy blubbered eyes,
And cry no more for shame ! If thou be wise
See that hence forth thou keep thy fludgates dry,
And weep for nothing but iniquity. 3198

Mutius, why art thou thus opprest with griefe %
Take comfort man, & thou shalt finde reliefe ;




SAT. r.]



Be not dejcctei,], bear a constant niinde :

AVliat though the tempest of an [ajdverse -vvindo 3202

Hath blowne thy fortunes downe, ruind thy state "?

"Wilt thou for this accuse tliQ god of fate,

And yeild to sorrow 1 Doe not soe ; beware,

'Twas mercy in him then thy life to spare. 3206

"When he destroide thy goods, had 't been his pleasure

He might have ruinde thee & them together.

But now thy substaunce & thy wealth is lost.

Thou art vndone, & all thy hopes are crost ; 3210

Ther is noe meanes to rise : who once doth fall

Is still kept downe, & can?zot climbe at all.

Fear not, Antaeus more conragious grew.

And ^:)J his fall did still liis strength renew, 3214

Be thou like him ; may be this misery

"W^as pre-ordainde for thy felicity.

Grieve not at all, ther 's blessing still in store,

And he that tooke thy goodes can give thee more. 3218

Ther 's three ill feares (to one good fiKall)
A worldly, servile, & a naturall :
A worldly feare is when some worldly gaine
jNIakes vs doe evill, or from good abstaine ; 3222

"Wlien for oux proffit, pleasure, & oia ease,
"We doe not good, but men fear to displease.
There is a worldly fear, a fear to lacke
Things necessary for tliQ maw or backe, 3226

W/u'ch hath in nature greater confidence.
Then in Gods all-foreseeing providence,
Katurall fear is a distraction

Of mind & senses, by th' iniection 3230

Of some moste eminent danger ; & this passion
Is great where faith doth want his operation,
A servile fear 's a fear of punnishment
Tnto the reprobate coincident, 3234

"Wliom oftentimes vnto good actes doth draAve,
!Not fear of God, but fear of humane lawe.

If atlversity como
do not be cast

Aniceus became
more courageous
bj' his fall.

There are tliree
ill fears :

A worldly fear,
or fear for want
of things

[leaf 30, back]

k servile fear, or
a fear of punish-
ment for ill




A man would
Bteal, but he
fears .nuniskment

Tlie Cliurch
dignitary would
neglect his duty,
only he fears the



Phorhus has
been frightened,
but it was only
a cat.

which lie thought
was the devil.

CaliiiHla creeps
under the bed,
but it is a poor

One wishes for
an estate

Letia dotli fear to play the whore 'with any,
And yet she loves the sport as "svell as many
That act the sinne ; what hinders her intent 1 '
she 's afraide of shame & pnnnishment.
Irns is poore, yet feares to play iJia theefe,
And yet his fingers itch to get reliefe,
" But the burnt childe (we say) doth dread t?ie fire ;" —
Hee 's burnt i' th' hand, the next is halters hire.
Eomanus keeps his monthly residence
At church, although against his conscience ; 32 4G

He Avould refraine (because he doth abhor it)
But tJiai he feares to be presented for it.
Bellina, tost in a tempestuous sea.
Fears drowning much, & fear doth make her pray. 3250
And yet her prayers, -wJiich. doe seeme profounde.
Are but lip-laboz/r & a hollow sound ;
For set a shore, vnlesse apparent evill
Affright her much, she fears nor God nor de-^dll. 3254
Phorbus, what makes thee looke soe like a ghoast ?
Thy face is pale, thy sences are quite lost.
Thy haire vpon thy head doth stand vpright
As if thou hadst been haunted with a spright. 3258
WTiy soe thou hast, thou thinkst ; Avhat, hast thou soe 1
How scapdst thou from him 1 would he let thee goe ?
Sure 'twas a very honest devUl, friend,
Wer he hobgoblin, fairie, elve, or fiend. 32 G 2

Thou fearful! idiot ! looke, it was a catt,
That frights thee thus, I sawe her wher she satt ;
But thou w/th conscience guilty of much evill
Dost deeme the cat to be a very devill. 32GG

Caligula, creepst vnderneath thy bed ]
That 's a poore shelter to defend thy head
'Gainst loves feard thunderbolts ; huge Atlas hill
Cannot preserve thee, when he meanes to kill. 3270

Votarius wisheth for a great estate,
' MS. intentent.


Anil saitli ;7/e poore sliould then participate

Of all his blessings ; yet cloth nothing give

Although he be exceeding well to live, 3274

And might healp others, till his substaunce grew; [leaf 37]

. that lie miRlit

J>ut tliQ okle proverbe is exceeding true, assist others.

" That these great wishers, & these com??ion woulders,
Are never (for tha moste part) good householders." 3278

Timophila her part of heaven would sell Another would

mi 1 J- 1 T. 1 .1 n sell heaven to be

lo be a ladie, she so much doth swell aiadyandbe

W/th this ambitious longing, to be cald °'"''^ '^"'^'"'•

Madam at every word ; to be enstalde 3282

In such a chaire of state, Avere heaven it selfe.

Ambitious woman, high aspiring elfe i

All thy desires are wicked, thou vnblest,

Vnlesse Godes Spirit, working in thy brest, 3286

Change thy desire from vaine & earthly toies

To covet truely after heavenly ioyes.

Chromes is troubled w?th the greedy minde chremes is

Of golde-desiring Midas ; he doth linde 3290 only comfort ia

Noe comfort but in gaping after gaiiie. '" ^'''"*

Would to his wish awarded were tliQ paine
That Midas felt ; who, thirsting after golde,
AVishd thai Avhat e're he touchd might change the, Midas wished all

11 o.irv i things turned

mould 3294 into gold.

Into thai purer mettall. Phoebus graunt
Confirmd the misers wish, but soone did daunt
The wretches minde ; for all the foode he tooke
To comfort nature, cleane his forme forsooke 3298

And turnd to golde. The asse had surely starvde an

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