Returned, hears his blessing ask'd of three, Tho' others marre it with much liberty, Lastly he names the spirit of Astrophel +; * See Teares of the Muses, p. 553. + Sir Philip Sydney. Or marching wade in blood up to the knees, And, in high startups, walk'd the pastur'd plaines, Or else hath beene in Venus' chamber train'd To fence in, sure, the wild beast of her tongue, * Baptista Martuan. See Pratt's Hall, vol. 10, p. 382. + John Jovianus Pontanus. Her hands must hide her mouth if she but smile; Whose wrinkled furrows, which her age doth breed, Where down descends th' oreflowing streams doth fill The well of her fayre mouth.-Ech hath his praise. Who would not but wed poets now a daies! A Postscript to the Reader. It is not for every one to relish a true and natural satire being, of itself, besides the nature and inbred bitterness and tartness of particulars, both hard of conceit and harsh of style; and, therefore, cannot but be unpleasing both to the unskilful and over musical ear: the one being affected with only a shallow and easy matter; the other, with a smooth and current disposition. So that I well foresee, in the timely publication of these my concealed satires, I am set upon the rack of many mercilesse and peremptory censures; which, since the calmest and most plausible writer is almost fatally subject unto, in the curiosity of these nicer times, how may I hope to be exempted upon the occasion of so busy and stirring a subject? One thinks it mis-beseeming the author; because a poem: another, unlawful in itself; because a satire: a third, harmful to others for the sharpness and a fourth, unsatire-like; for the mildness: the learned, too perspicuous; being named with Juvenal, Persius, and the other ancient satires: the unlearned, savourless; because too obscure, and obscure because not under their reach. What a monster must he be that would please all ! Certainly, look what weather it would be, if every almanack should be verified: much-what like poems if every fancy should be suited. It is not for this kind to desire or hope to please, which naturally should only find pleasure in displeasing: notwithstanding, if the fault finding with the vices of the time may honestly accord with the good will of the parties, I had as lieve ease my self with a slender apology, as wilfully bear the brunt of causeless anger in my silence. For poetry itself, after the so effectual and absolute endeavours of her honoured patrons, either she needed no new defence, or else might well scorn the offer of so impotent and poor a client. Only, for my own part, though were she a more unworthy mistress, I think she might be inoffensively served with the broken messes of our twelve o'clock hours, which homely service she only claimed and found of me, for that short while of my attendance; yet, having thus soon taken my solemn farewell of her, and shaked hands with all her retinue, why should it be an eye-sore unto any, since it can be no loss to myself? For my Satires themselves, I see two obvious cavils to be answered. One concerning the matter: than which, I confess, none can be more open to danger, to envy; since faults loath nothing more than the light, and men love nothing more than their faults: and, therefore, what through the nature of the faults and fault of the persons, it is impossible so violent an appeachment should be quietly brooked. But why should vices |