Like the vaine bubble of Iberian pride,
That ouer-croweth all the world beside;
Which, rear'd to raise the crazy monarches fame,
Striues for a court and for a colledge name;
Yet nought within but louzy coul's doth hold,
Like a scab'd cuckow in a cage of gold;
So pride aboue doth shade the shame below :
A golden periwig on a black-mores brow.
When Mauios first page of his poesie
Nayl❜d to an hundreth postes for noueltie,
With his big title, an Italian mot,
Layes siege vnto the backward buyers grote,
Which all within is draftie sluttish geere,
Fit for the ouen or the kitching fire:
So this gay gate adds fuell to thy thought,
That such proud piles were neuer rays'd for nought.
Beat the broad gates, a goodly hollow sound
With doubled ecchoes doth againe rebound;
But not a dog doth barke to welcome thee,
Nor churlish porter canst thou chafing see:
All dumbe and silent, like the dead of night,
Or dwelling of some sleepy Sybarite.
The marble pauement hid with desart weede,
With house-leeke, thistle, docke, and hemlock-seed; 60
But if thou chance cast vp thy wondring eyes,
Thou shalt discerne vpon the frontispice,
ΟΥΔΕΙΣ ΕΙΣΙΤΩ grauen vp on hie,
A fragment of old Platoes poesie :
The meaning is, "Sir foole ye may be gone,
Go backe by leaue, for way here lieth none."
Looke to the towred chymneis, which should bee
The wind-pipes of good hospitalitie,
Through which it breatheth to the open ayre,
Betokening life and liberall welfaire ;
Lo, there th'vnthankfull swallow takes her rest,
And fils the tonnell with her circled nest,
Nor halfe that smoke from all his chymneies goes
Which one tabacco-pipe driues through his nose.
So rawbone hunger scorns the mudded wals,
And gin's to reuell it in lordly halls;
So the Blacke Prince is broken loose againe
That saw no sunne saue once, (as stories saine,)
That once was when in Trinacry, I weene,
Hee stole the daughter of the haruest queene,
And grip't the mawes of barren Sicily
With long constraint of pinefull penurie ;
And they that should resist his second rage,
Haue pen'd themselues vp in the priuate cage
Of some blind lane, and their they lurke vnknowne 85
Till th'hungry tempest once bee ouerblowne;
Then like the coward, after his neighbours fray,
They creepe forth boldly, and aske where are they?
Meane while the hunger-staru'd appurtenance
Must bide the brunt, what euer ill mischance ;
Grim Famine sits in their forepined face,
All full of angles of vnequall space,
Like to the plaine of many-sided squares,
That wont bee drawne out by geometars;
So sharpe and meager, that who should them see 95 Would sweare they lately came from Hungary.
When their brasse pans and winter couerled,
Haue wipt the maunger of the horses-bread;
Oh mee! what ods there seemeth twixt their chere, And the swolne bezell at an alehouse fire,
That tonnes in gallons to his bursten panch,
Whose slimy droughts his draught can neuer stanch.
For shame, ye gallants, grow more hospitall,
And turne your needlesse wardrop to your hall ;
As lauish Virro that keepes open doores,
Like Ianus in the warres,
Except the twelue-daies, or the wakeday-feast,
What time hee needs must bee his cosens guest.
Philene hath bid him, can he choose but come?
Who should pull Virroes sleeue to stay at home? 110
All yeare besides, who meal-time can attend;
Come Trebius, welcome to the tables end:
What tho he chires on purer manchets crowne,
Whiles his kind client grindes on blacke and browne,
A iolly rounding of a whole foote broad,
From of the mong-corne heape shall Trebius loade.
What tho hee quaffe pure amber in his bowle
Of March-brewd wheat; yet slecks thy thirsting soule
With palish oat, froathing in Boston-clay,
Or in a shallow cruse, nor must that stay
Within thy reach, for feare of thy craz'd braine,
But call and craue, and haue thy cruse againe ;
Else how should euen tale bee registred,
Or all thy draughts, on the chalk'd barrels head?
And if he list reuiue his hartles graine
With some French grape, or pure Canariane,
When pleasing Burdeaux fals vnto his lott,
Some sowrish Rochell cuts thy thirsting throate.
What tho himselfe carueth his welcome friend
With a coold pittance from his trenchers-end?
Must Trebies lip hang toward his trencher side,
Nor kisse his fist to take what doth betide?
What tho to spare thy teeth he emploies thy tongue
In busie questions all the dinner long?
What tho the scornefull wayter lookes askile,
And pouts and frowns, and curseth thee the while,
And takes his farewell with a iealous eye,
At euery morsell hee his last shall see?
And if but one exceed the common sise,
Or make an hillocke in thy cheeke arise;
Or if, perchance, thou shouldest, ere thou wist,
Hold thy knife vpright in thy griped fist,
Or sittest double on thy back-ward seat,
Or with thine elbow shad'st thy shared meat,
He laughs thee in his fellowes eare to scorne,
And asks aloud, where Trebius was borne.
Tho the third sewer takes thee quite away
Without a staffe, when thou would'st longer stay,
What of all this? Is't not inough to say,
I dined at Virro his owne boord to day?
THE Satyre should be like the Porcupine,
That shoots sharpe quils out in each angry line,
And wounds the blushing cheeke, and fiery eye,
Of him that heares, and readeth guiltily.
Ye antique Satyres, how I blesse your daies,
That brook'd your bolder stile, their owne dispraise;
And wel neare wish, yet ioy my wish is vaine,
I had beene then, or they were now againe !
For now our eares beene of more brittle mold,
Than those dull earthen eares that were of old; 10
Sith theirs, like anuilles bore the hammers head,
Our glasse can neuer touch vnshiuered.
But from the ashes of my quiet stile
Hence forth may rise some raging rough Lucile,
That may with Eschylus both find and leese
The snaky tresses of th' Eumenides:
Meane while, sufficeth me, the world may say,
That I these vices loath'd another day,,
Which I haue done with as devout a cheere
As he that rounds Poules-pillers in the eare,
Or bends his ham downe in the naked queare.
T'was euer said, Frontine, and euer seene,
That golden clerkes but woodden lawyers bene.
Could euer wise man wish, in good estate,
The vse of all things indiscriminate ?
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