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A03680	A medicinable morall, that is, the two bookes of Horace his satyres, Englyshed accordyng to the prescription of saint Hierome. The wailyngs of the prophet Hieremiah, done into Englyshe verse. Also epigrammes. T. Drant. Perused and allowed accordyng to the Quenes Maiesties iniunctions; Satirae. English	Horace.; Drant, Thomas, d. 1578?	1566 (1566)	STC 13805; ESTC S104229	80,461	194

vnfallible trouth the Greke and Latine Poetes write forgeries leasyngs The Prophetes necessary to be vnderstanded the other because of those not clerely to be neglected That thou mightest haue this ruful parcel of scripture pure sincere not swarued or altered I laid it to the touchestone the natiue tongue I waied it with the Chaldic Targum the Septuaginta I desired to iumpe so nigh with the Hebrue y ● it doth ere while deforme the vayn of the english the proprieties of that language ours being in some speches so muche dissemblable There is one God but one out of whose breast doth procede the spirite worde of efficacie effect Thus muche I say because thou sholdest not attribute the sharpe showers of calamities sent downe for syn vpon Ierusalem wherin God would haue betraied the prerogatiue of his maiestie and power to the aukward aspects of planets and infortunate constellations nor to the vnsteady and muche accused whele of chaungeable Fortune His hande that hath destroyed the greater can easily confound the lesse And he that woulde not take compassion of greate cities plentifully peopled because of theyr transgression will in suche case hardly beare with priuate men I thought it my parte to sette it open to thyne eyes and I suppose it behouable to thee or at lest it shall not hurt thee to laye it to thy heart Fare well ☞ The fyrste Chapter HOwe sytts the Citie desolate so populous a place The ladye of so many landes Becumde in wydowes case The Princes of the prouinces her tribute nowe muste paye Full sore wepte she full sore wepte she all nyght her longe decaye Alongst her cheekes the furrowyng teares from watrishe eyes dyd rayne Of all her louers nowe not one to comforte her in payne Her frendes thynke muche to visite her her frendes are turnde to foes ●choudah captiue ledde away a captiue for the woes And slauerie she brought men to she takes no kynde of reste Mongste pagans where she makes her bode with foes she is oppreste The stretes of Syon mourne and wayle Because there nowe is none That cums and goes to see their feast as heretofore haue gone The gates deuoyde of folke the priestes doo sygh in sorowes keene The damsels drent in moyste of teares the dame her selfe in teene Her enemies rule and who but they in wealthe surcreasyng faste The Lorde hathe shente her greuouslye for heapes of lewdnes paste Theyr younge wente captiuate before her muche dysdaynfull foe From chylde of Tsyon all her grace and noble hue dydde goe The Potentates lyke strayinge rambes not fyndyng where to feede Without all courage went with those that dyd them dryue or leede Hierusalem bethought her selfe vpon the dismall daye Of scourge and of her rebell heart of all delytefull gay Thynges whiche she had in alder age what tyme her folkes so coy Fell into foyshe hande and none woulde succour their annoy Her enmies hauyng throughly seene and noted her at will Dyd scorne her sacred sabboth day and gyggle out theyr fyll Ierusalem outragingly was dedicate to vyce Therefore is she a mockynge stocke all those in aufull guyse That honourde her and dyd to her theyr homage heretofore Doo clepe her as a fylthy drabbe and sette by her no more What shoulde she doo she gaue a sighe and lookde askaunce awrye Polluted foule within her skirtes Her ende she woulde not eye And therfore lushed downe at once All comfortlesse was she Rue O lorde rue vppon my panges the foe is prowde at me The foe hath stretched foorthe his arme at all her thynges of pleasure She sawe she sawe the prophane route rushe in without all measure Unto thy sacred holy house that route whiche thou O Lorde Forboddste that they ne shoulde come in the mansion of thy worde Her numbrous folke a syghyng flocke and seekyng after foode Dyd geue for meate what so they had thynges precious or good To cheryshe theyr so needie sowles Marke Lorde and weye on this Howe vile I am howe beggerly My caytife plight it is O all wayfaryng passengers for Gods loue locke and see If euer griefe were lyke my grefe for he hath scourged me The Lorde I say hathe spoke the worde in daye of furye fell From hye he flonge the fyre adowne my mortall bones to quell It tamed me Before my feete a trappynge nette he layde And turnde me backe to captiue yoke He he alacke hath made Me desolate in gulfes of grefes all day longe dydde I wade My heynous synnes my swarming crimes to Gods dyre hande are tyde And thence amayne vppon my necke from tyme to tyme dyd glyde Empired I The Lorde hath put me in suche straynyng clawes That neuer shall I wrinche me from the pressyng of their pawes My woorthies and my valiantes he trode them vnder feete Within my selfe agaynst my selfe he made assembles meete To slay my youthe was neuer yet Wynepresse bestamped so On one virgin Iehoudahs chylde the Lorde hath stamped lo. Therefore wepe I and from myne eye as from a water spoute A flowyng streame of gushyng teares eftsoones doothe issue out My comforter he kepte aloofe that shoulde my sowle relieue My broode berefte of hope and those preuaylde that dyd me greue Ofte proferde Tsyon foorthe her hande but none woulde healpe her tho Great Iacobs rase the Lorde had plasde amydde her enemies so Ierusalem mydst all her foes is lyke a drabbishe queane Foule steynd with fylth of mouthly floures a strompet muche vncleane The Lorde is iuste disloyall I haue forsde hym vnto ire Hearken O worlde hearken all worldes once harke at my desyre And viewe and viewe my thyrlyng throwes what plunges me assaye My virgins and my yonge men eeke are captiues gone away I calde my louers one by one but they begyled me My priestes and elders in the towne throughe famyne peryshde be For foode to theyr forefainted soules longe soughte they farre and neare See Lorde and see because that I am troubled in eche where Myne intrayles swollne my hearte yturnde suche is my strugglynge paine The swoorde denoures abrode our home a slaughter house of bayne Full well knewe they howe sadde I was but none woulde solace me My foes pursewde my harmes and ioyde to see them sente from the. But as for sinne thou broughste on me a wreakefull vengaunce day Deale iustlye Lorde● and as to me to them their guardon paye Surueye their mischeefes all in mynde and deale with them as sore As thou haste dealte with me pore wretche for trespasse here to sore They made the surgyes of my sighes to multiplie eche daye They made my heart a well of woes wearyng it selfe away ¶ The seconde Chapter HOwe hath the Lord in furie fell beduskde his daughter dere Tsyon his chylde of Israell The glory bryght and cleare From heauen to earthe translated lyes and in his vengefull day To batter downe his owne footestole the irefull would not stay He flung it headlonge neyther

To playe at quoytes or spancounter may well be counted madde A man that faultreth in his speache and wyll by sworde and myght Obteyne his loue or murther her in cruell blooddy plyght As Marrius slewe Hilade and slewe hymselfe also Because she sought by godly meanes his dotage to vndo This perturbation maye be calde a wodnesse of the mynde Suche wyckednes and madnes haue no dyuers names by kynde An olde man late enfraunchised in dawnynge of the day With hāds fair washt wold walk the stretes and moste deuoutlye praye The more deale was to this effecte O Godds aboue for you Can doo the thyng lette me ylyue in earthe where I am nowe This man was sounde enoughe in corps in mynde I thynke hym madde Except his maister lyke not that who soulde hym of a ladde Suche folke so supersticious Chrysip doothe greatly charge And pleades by ryght that they should sayle in madame Madnesse barge O Ioue whiche bothe canst eke and ease all dolour and all teene Rue on my chylde the mother crieth who nowe fiue weekes hathe bene With feuer quartayne felly toste yf thou wylte heale my sonne Byd me to faste what day thou wylt thy great wyll shall be donne My sonne lykewyse recouerde once in Tyber flood shall stande If thou wylt send hym helpe by chaunce or by phisitions hande And so she will to kepe her vowe her chyld in Tyber sette The boye through chille benummednesse his ague worse shall gette This woman maddeth of her selfe or by the will of God Thus Stertin theyght wyse man of Grece taught me and gaue a nod As to his frende at knittynge vp this armour he me gaue If any man be busye nowe his guardon he shall haue Who so that calls me wood or madde maye learne his propre lacke And knowe the ferdle of his faultes that hange behynde his backe Frende Damasip though you haue los●e your trafficke and your ware Yet may you gayne for some will geue that you theyr faultes maye spare Because thers many kyndes of madde in what sorte doo I dote Yet to my selfe I seme not madde nor from my witte a iote No more semed Agaue to her selfe when she of dolefull chylde The head detrunde dyd beare about she thought her selfe full mylde If soothe it be that I am madde yet stoicke tell me this What vice is it through whiche I seeme so muche to doo amys Thou arte a very little man scarce three small cubites hye And yet thou buyldes a hautie house and makes it threate the skye Thou laughste at Turbo sworde player a little dandie prat To see hym stoute thou lesse and stoute I déeme thee madde for that Thynks thou to buyld lyke lorde Maecene to doo what he shall doo A matche vnmete betwixte you twayne and yll appoynted too The mother frogge vppon a tyme abrode to feede or playe A Calfe kylde all her young with foote but one that scapde awaye Which brought the tydynges to her damme howe suche a myghtie beaste Had slayne her noble progenie to tell a blouddie feast Canste thou with swellyng make thy selfe quod tholde as bygge as he The yong assayde it woulde not proue quod tholde so lette it be Nowe moralise this fable and iwys it toucheth thée That styll wyll swell and make thy matche aboue thyne owne degree Besydes thy pratlynge Poemes to be matter playne and clere To proue thée madde in poemes madde yf euer any were It is a madnesse thée thy coyne so frankly to disburse Frende Damasip abate thy spence be counsailde by thy purse Well Stoicke thou haste taught vs playne that moste of men be wood As not to proue me so agayne I praye thee be so good THE POETE COMMONETH with the Epicure Catius who reueleth vnto hym a great companie of scholetrickes of that secte The poet nyppeth hym floutyngly as he dyd els where the precisde Stoike and suche the lyke fondlynges The fourthe Satyre FRom whence and whether Catius I haue no tyme farewell To teache a schoole of newe preceptes not suche as doo excelle Pythagoras or Socrates or lettred Dan Plato I graunt my gylte at yll aspecte to speake vnto you so Nathelesse I hope your maystershyppe Wyll beare with me thys ones Some dayntie doctrine of your secte and nouell for the nones Propounde of nature or of arte for you in bothe doo passe Yea syr to speake of matters all that aye my commynge was And for to speake accordyngly of rude and homely matter A Romayne nor an Alyen that taughte you so to clatter I wyll disclose his mysteries but not bewray his name Least some myslykyng his preceptes the author selfe myght blame Egges longe and whyte be nutritiue muche better then the rounde Egges rosted harde be costiue yea vnholsome and vnsounde The gardeyne herbes be not so swete As those on mountaynes bee The watrye soyle the vertue slakes that it is not so free The moushrom that doth spring in meades or in a supple grounde Is beste for suche as growe els where moste noysome haue ben founde If guestes come to thee at vnwares in water myxte with wyne Souse thou thy henne she wyll become shorte tender neshe and fyne Who after meate eates Mulberies soone ryped of the sonne Shall lyue in health and iolytie whylste many sommers ronne Aufidius myxt heddy wyne and honey all in one No craftesman he for symple wynes doo breede a force alone A louely force in symple wynes Meathe vrine doothe prouoke The Muge f●she and the Muscles cheape In purgynge beare a stroke So Coos wyne with sorell meynt hath vertue to expell Shelfyshe in growynge of the moone is beste to eate or sell Not euery sea hath fyshe a lyke Pelore in Lucrin growes The Murer fishe from Baiae cums whence purple coloure flowes From Circes choppynge oysters newe From Micen vrchen fishe Of sealed Scalop Tarento bragges as her proper dyshe To furnyshe well a feast is harde a thynge not learnde in haste He that woulde doo it gorgious must haue a practisde taste Its not enough to fraight the boorde with sea fyshe out of measure There muste be brothe for squaymous folke and spices all of pleasure In Vmbria the maste fedde bores doo charge the vessels greate Uessells whiche haue not in them borne the common sortes of meate The bore is yll in Laurente soyle that feedes on reakes and reeds Somtymes frome goodly pleasant vine a sower tendrell speedes Who lykes to eate the fruitfull hare her forepartes are the beste The choyce and vse of fyshe and fleshe by me fyrste were expreste I made them so delicious so welcome to the taste Some can vouchesafe theyr wittes and paynes in pastrye for to waste It is not muche commendable to knowe a knacke or twayne As if in brewinge spyced wynes thou shouldst bestow muche paine And sauce thy meate with foystie oyles thy gesse wooulde the disdaine If thou wilte