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At their owne howses, wher their carnall sence

May be suffic'd ; their soules intelligence

May sterve for want of this spirituall food,

And they regard it not. That 's only good

In their grosse brain es, whose visibility

And appetituall sensibility

Lies open to their sence. Others ther be,

Which doe indeed esteem more reverendlie

Of the Lords Supper ; & because they knowe

The danger great, that to their soules may grow

By their vnworthy eating, quite refuse

To be partakers of it ; still they vse

Some let or other to detaine them back ;

Either they doe due preparation lacke.

Or else they are not in true charity

With other men. Ther must noe malice be

In a com?)iunicant : 'tis true. — What then 1

Doe you surmise, shallow-pated men,

That this excuse is all sufficient

To satisfie for such a foule intent '?

No, sunple worldlings ; the king made his feast.

And you were bidden to it 'mongst the rest ;

But 'cause you Avould not come, you shall not tast

His sacred supper, but you shalbe cast

Into that pitt, w/th the ungodlie rout,










SAT. 1.]



^'\^lere tlie worme dies not, the fire ne're goes out.

And soe shall likewise he that boldlie came

AV/thout his "wedding roabe ; I mean the same

"Wh ich. comes vnto the Table of the Lord

As to some com?«on, ordinarie bord,

And never seekes to make true preparation,

But even eats & drinkes his OTVTie damnation.

It is a lamentable thing to see
The ignorance & strange stupidity
Of men now living in the clearest light
Of the resplendant Gospell, as if night
Of darkest btvout still ecclips'd their eyes ;
They are so rude in the true misteries
Of their salvation, scarce one man 'mong ten
Can giue a true account of 's faith ; nor, when
He comes to due examination.
How he hath made liis preparation
For the Lords Table, iustlie tell the number
Of Sacraments ; this only thing doth cumber
The wits of many & confounds their sence.
As I haue seen by plaine experience.
How far then are they from the perfect knowing
Of their true vse ! yet these men will be shewing
Themselues moste forward to receive ; but what
They know not, nor they care not much for that ;
But for the world, to purchase earthly gaine,
They follow that w/th dayly sweat and paine.

It is a custome, lewd enough I 'me sure,
(And I doe wonder that ouv lawes endure
Such profane vses) after the receate
Of that coelestiall sacramentall meat,
For olde & young i' th' country frequently
Ypon that day to vse most luxurie.
Each on[e] must then vnto an alehouse run,
Drink drunk, act any sinne vnder the sunne.
"Why? this same day 's a day of iubile ;


You anil he wlio
c;ime without his
wedding garment
will alike be cast
into hell.


It is lamentable
„ _ . to see the ignor-
OZ'i anoe and

stupidity of men

528 in that which
concerns their
own salvation.


Some cannot
even tell the
number of the


or their true use.


[leaf 8, hack]

After receiving
tlie Holy Sacra-
544 ment,

it is common for

old and young to

54o goto the alehouse.


I; lius been tlie
custom ; and
tlicy would
I'Jitlier lose their
sutils than their

Such men are
like hira who
swept his house,
after which seven
evil spirits came
to dwell with


[sat. 1.

Satan stands
ready to enter
into them as he
did into Judas.

So man, whose
life is but a
bubble, is blown
from Christi-

If the joys of
heaven have not
softened his heart.

let the fear of
liell do so.

It hath been an accustomd liberty 552

To spend tliis day in mirth, and tli[e]y will choose

Eather their soules then priviledges loose.

And soe (I fear) not few among them will ;

For they, w/i'/ch on this day doe drink & swill 556

In such lewd fashion, may be likened well

To him that sw^ept the howse Avher he did dwell,

And made it clean, & garnisht it full faire ;

After wJiich act ther did to him repaire 560

Seven evill fiends worse then the former were ;

More ougly sinnes did enter & dwell there,

And by his falling to more wicked sinning,

He made his end far worse then his begining. 564

So is 't With them that in this sort doe sinne,

Satan stands close ready to enter in,

Even as he did in ludas, w7//ch had eat

Vnworthily the sacramentall meat. 568

And yet fond man regardeth not one whit,

Till he have made liimselfe the devils bit,

Who at two bits, for so his name imports,

Devours both soule & body, mans two parts. 572

Tlius is man blowne, by every pnffe of vanity,
From the true scope of Christianity,
His soules salvation. "Wretched, Avicked man,
Eetiu'ne, repent ! Thy life is but a spanne, 576

A breath, a buble ; think that thou must die
To live in joyes or endlesse miserie.
And if the comfort of celestiall blisse,
AYhose joy beyond imagination is, 580

Haue not sufficient power to mollifie
Thy heart, heart hardned in iniquity.
Yet let the horro?/r of damnation.
Of whose strange paines no tongue ca» make relation,
Enforce repentance w/th a true contrition, bf'o

xVnd that produce a forward disposition


To a new course of life ; refuse not grace

AVhile it is offered ; wliile tlier 's time & space 588 wiiiiehehastirae

let him not dally

Dally not with, repentance, least iust love [leaf 9]

^ with repentance!

Convert to furie lus contemned love ;
And in that ire, iustly conceived ire,
Confine thy soule to hells tormenting fire. 592



[sat, 2.

Sattra 2.

[against shams.]


No poet lias been
able to describe
the Mausoleum,

wliieli, for all its
outward beauty,
is full of

The sun looVs no
bigger than a

The crocodile
eheds tears before
he devours his

Fronti nulla fides, ludunt spectacula mentem ;

Non facies veriim symptoma cordis liabet.
Decipimur specie recti, sub imagine veii

Falsa latent ; virtus dissimulata placet.

The brave erect Maiisolian monument,
That famous vrne, the ■worlds seventh wonderment,
Whose sumptuous cost & curious workemanship
'Noe poet, though in Helicon he dip 506

His pen, by verse is able to dilate,
Being made for wonder, not to imitate ;
For all his glorious outside, w/thout staine,
Tilth.' & corruption doth within containe. GOO

The sunne, whose spacious orbe in magnitude
Doth far exceed the earth, seemes to the rude,
Ignorant of the astronomicke art,

Xoe bigger then the wheel of Hobnols cart. 604

Counterfet gold, if we doe trust our eye,
Will passe for purest mettall currantlie.
The dredfull beast, ycleped crocodile,
Whose dwelling is about ^Egiptian ISTile, 608

Before he doth devoure his wished prey,
Pitty in outward semblance doth display ;
' MS. Fill.

SAT. 2.]








For brinisli teares from his false eyes distill,
When he is ready to destroy & kill.
Full dear seafxring passengers abie
The Syrens sweet enchaunting melodie,
W/^/ch by their singing evermore presage
Death thretning danger by the furious rage
Of an ensuing storme. Of Circes cup
AVho hath not heard, that who therof did sup
"Was changd (strange metamorphosis in nature)
From humane forme into a brutish creature 1
And yet the cup [Av]as goodly to beholde,
Eichly enchasde "vv/th j^earle, composde of golde
Glorious in view appeard Medusaes head,

N'athlesse it did strike the beholders dead.

Serpents & poysnous toads, as in their bowers,

Doe closely lurke vnder the sweetest flowers.

But sencelesse tilings & sensuall beastes alone

Mislead not mans to rash opinion ;

Even rationall creatures doe o?a" iudgements clieat,

Man is to man a subject of deceite ;

And that olde saying is vntrue, " the face

Is index of the heart." False looking glasse 632

To view the thoughts of man, when there doe raine

Stormes of displeasure in mans vex^d braine ;

When mists of sorrow reasons eyes doe blinde,

When revenge thunders in his ragefuU minde,

His face can carry sunneshine of delight,

Allthough his soule be blacke as ougly night.

You erre, fond jihysiognomers, that hold

The inward minde followes the outward molde.

Philosophers, youv axiome is vnsure.

The soule is as the bodies temperature ;

Complexion noe certaine ground doth shew

The disposition of a man to know ;

Els why should Xisus, that same^ pretty youth,
' MS. some. Cf. Sat. 3. 1101 ; 4. i;5'J7.




Tlie Syrens by
their melody
entice sailors to
their destruction.

Circe's cup,
though beautiful,
chanRcd him who
drank from it into
a brute.

Serpents and
toads lurk under
sweet flowers.

[leaf 9, back]

Man is fo man a
subject of deeeitj

his face is not
the index to his
heart ;


and his com-
plexion does not
always show his



[sat. 2.

If men were
as they seem,
(letraetion would
not profess liim-
self my friend.

The tradesman
seems civil and
honest, but he'll
cheat you.

Madam's face is
painted and her
hair only a

Her gallant
shoots out oaths
like artillery.

He puts on a
disdainful frown,
[leaf 10]

and swears he
has killed more

Be of soe lewd beliaYio2ir ] when, iii truth,

His bodies crasis is angelicall.

And his soules actions diabolicall. 648

Things are not as they seeme ; for were they soe,

Detraction woiihl professe himseKe my foe.

Shewing his rancors hate before my face,

And not behinde my backe worke my disgrace, G52

When in my presence he doth seem to be

As Damon to his Pithias, friend to me.

Mechanico, reputed by moste men
An honest tradesman & grave citisen, 656

When thou dost come into his shop to buy,
Although it be the least com??iodity,
With kind salutes & good wordes will receave thee ;
But trust him not, in 's deeds he 'will deceave thee. 660

Madam Fucata seemeth wondrous faire,
And yet her face is painted, & her haire.
That seemes soe goodly, a false pe?-iwig.
Thus all her beauty is not worth a fig, 664

That doth appeare so glorious to the eye.
And strikes my gallant in loves lethurgie,
That soe doth boast of famous ancestry
And from great love derives his pedigree, 668

And speakes indeed, like love himselfe, in thunder ;
For othes, as if they would rend heaven in sunder,
Shot out in vollies, like artillerie,

riie from his mouth, that piece of blasphemie. 672

Like some great horse he paceth y]) and downe,
Gracing his lookes w/th a disdainefull frowne,
And takes vpon him in each company.
As if he held some petty monarchy. 676

If any man by chance discoiu'se of warre,
He being present this discourse will marre
By intermixing his high martiall deeds,
Swearing his manhood all mens else exceeds ; 680

Yowing that his Herculean arme hath slaine




!RIore men tlien populous London dotli containe,

Except the subvrbs. He hatli made to liie

The potent Turke, & got the victory 68i:

By his owne valoi^r. Charles the Fift of Spaine

Was nothing to him, nor great Tamburlaine ;

Stout Scanderbeg a childe ; he paralels

Strong sinnewed Sampson, or, indeed, excels. 688

"NAHiat dares he not performe ? Hee '1 vndertake

To make the Spanniards vtterly forsake

The "Westerne Indies & their mines of gold,

'With, some few chosen men ; nay hee '1 vpholde 092

His force sufficient to reconquer Fraunce,

And with that kingdome once againe enhaunce

The faire revennewes of the English crowne,

Or lay their citties levell w/th the ground. G9G

Hee '1 chase the Turks out of Hungaria,

And force him leave his seat in Grecia ;

Europe hee '1 free from his vexation,

And bring againe that scattered nation, 700

The lewes, together to their Palestine,

'Which he by force will conquer, & confine

To his ob.eisaunce. These he dares be bolde.

And more then these, even acts that would make colde

The heartes of men only to hear recounted, 705

His martiall force, which Mars his force surmounted.

Shall vndertake. Thou vainly bragging foole,

'Ne're trained vp in brave Bellonaes schoole, 708

Doe not I know, for all thou lookest soe big,

Thou never yet durst see a sillie pig

Stucke to the heart ] A frog would make thee run !

Thou kill a man ? No, no ! thy mothers sonne, 712

Her only sonne, was a true coward bred.

I 'le vndertake a sword shall strike thee dead,

And never touch thee ! As for thy discent,

' descr'ipt : of coragloushrag : in margin of MS. bj' a later

men tlian London


He lias |iut the

Tm-k to tlight.

Samson and
Cliarles t!,e Fifth
were notliing to

He can drive the
Turk out of
Hungary and

and restore the
Jews to Palestine.

He's a vain,
bragging fool.

His mother's
only son was a



[sat. 2.

lie w;is born in
fertile Kent,
and liis fatlier
wiis a clown.

But because he
lias travelled
a little

[leaf 10, back]

an'! seen a little
of Fi-ench life.

he thinks he
excels all men in
bravery and

The Puritan's
wife lives in sin,

and is her coun-
tr^-'s shame.

Do their meet-
ings lead to this,
while the world
thinks them so

Though thou maist boast the phice was firtill Kent 716

That gave thee Lirth, j^et was thy syre a clowne.

And kept his wife in a course homespun gowne ;

Who, scraping vp a litle wealth, began

To fashion thee an ill shapd gentleman. 720

And now, because thou hast, like Coriate,'

Traveld a litle ground, & canst relate

How many baudy houses thou hast seen

In the French country ; how the whores have been 724

Kinder there to thee then our English punckes f

How many nunnes thou hast heard sing, & monckes

Say mattens ; thou thyselfe dost noAV repute

^The wort[h]iest wort[h]y of the race of Brute ; 728

The rarest linguist England doth afford,

The bravest soldier that e're wore a sworde.

Yain vpstart braggadochio ! heartlesse cow !

Leave Mars his dTum??;e, goe holde thy fathers ploAV !

Fine M/^/ris Simula, the Puritane, 733

W7i/ch as the plague shunnes all that are profane,
lieady to faint if she an oth but hear.
For all her outward holinesse doth blear 736

The worldes dim??ze eyes, plaies but the hypocrite,
Living in sinne & sensuall deliglit.
For, woidd you think it 1 she was tane in bed
"W/th a young, tender, smoothfacd Ganimed, 740

Her husbands prentice. Out, lascivious whore !
Thy countries shame, thy husbands festered sore !
Are these the fruits thy frequentation
Of learned sermons yeilds ? Is this the flishion 744
Of yo«r pure seeming sect] Yo»r meetings tend
Sui'ely vnto some such like holy ende.
And yet the world, blimle Avorld, thinkes you to be
Men of most zeale & best integrity. 748

Methinkes I see the rich chuffe, Sordido, i.'yj'v

' Corj'ate's "Crudities" first appeared in 1611.
^ See " Crudities," p. 2G. * // iu margin of MS.


How basely in apparrell lie doth goe ; The miser goes

in a greasy hat,

Ypon liis head a thrice turnd greasy felt, a'"i "'arse

■l o ^ / ^ ^ cIothiiiK, his

His hose & dublet a tuffe ramskin pelt ; 752 lineu collar

stitched to his

His stockings of the coarsest Avoole yspimne, hempen shirt:

Full of broad patches, yvith. tliicke hobnaild shoone ;

His lockra??? bande sewde to his hempen shirt ;

A lethern thong doth serve his wast to gu-t, 756

At w/nch a pouch full 20 Avinters olde

Hangs for his codpiece to keep out the colde. Ss'i™^"'

How hunger-starvd he lookes ! W/th thin lank cheekes, His cheeks are

^ thin, his beard

AV/th beard vnkemd, w/th face fit soile for leekes, 700 mcomhea-,

you would not

I dare be sworne, who e'er should see the goat, judge him to be

worth a groat.

"Would iudge him to be scarcely worth a groat.
And yet this boore, this miserable swine.
Hath landes & lordships, w/th good store of coine. 764
Slave to thy wealth, thus from thy selfe to rend
"What thy next heir Avill soone as vainly spend !

Scotus, thou hast deceiud the world enough, The world takes

' Scotus tor a lord

AYhich takes thee, clothd in thy embrodered stufi"e, at least, but the

other day he was

To be some lord at least. Poore silly groome, 769 [leafn]

half starved;

W7n'ch tother day wouldst faine have had the roome

Of some base trencher-scraper, so to put

Scraps twice runne over, in thy half starvd gutt. 77

And now, w/th often filling of the pot.

An oflice vnder my lords man hast got, and now, having

■^ a post under

Being some bread-chipiier or greasy cooke, somebody, he

° J. ± o 1/ ^ looks for respect.

For much observance & respect dost looke. 770

Goe where thou wilt, thou gettest none of me,

I know too well thy genealogie.

Let ignorant asses bend their supple knees, The ignorant may

° ^ salute him,

And cry, " God blesse yowr worship," for some fees 780

(Jf thy cast ofBce ; I as much doe scorne, but i scom him.

As they desire the plenty of thy home.

Proud meacocke,^ make the world no more believe

' The m has been crossed out and jJ written over by another



and will make
t!ie world lau

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