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Time's out of tune, plaid upon however in XX satyres / by Thomas Bancroft.
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Bancroft, Thomas, fl. 1633-1658.
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Wing B643; ESTC R3217
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sordid and sinister ends Whilst we turmoil our spirits to acquire Base gains to fewel an inflam'd desire Herquin did otherwise as fools will run Int' one extreme whilst they another shun He languisht for the love of such a Lass As nor well-monyed nor well-manner'd was Nor yet of good extraction though that she Drew gold out of his pockets dext'rously But being fair and full of pleasant chat And free in the delights of you know what She his affections strangely did enchain And a close amity they did maintain Till age into their veins a chilling dart Had shot but then asunder soon did start Their pleasure-fastned friendship like a Snake Sever'd in twain when either part doth take A several way when once the slippery ends Of lust did fail they were no longer friends Friendships that are like Sampsons Foxes ty'd Together as they basely are apply'd So when the smoky brand of lust is spent They forthwith fail with like extinguishment Gross sensual pleasure's like a sudden flow Of muddy water that doth soon forgo The chanel 't is a trust-betraying thing That ever mocks our hopes in promising More then it gives and ere we well enjoy Our poor acquists begets satiety Needs must that love then play at fast and loose That is contracted by so slack a noose As pleasure draws nor will it ever be Grac'd with the crown of friendship constancy Yet those that entertain mens phantasies With rude insipid jests and flatteries Buffons and Parasites are in request Far more then faithful hearts that do their best By the sweet force of good advice to draw Others from vices lure to vertues law Licentious out-laws are as Sylvane Bears Savage intractable obstruct their ears 'Gainst sober counsels kick with much disdain At those that would their wickedness restrain And like the Gad'rens Swine with Hellish hast Themselves down-right to deep destruction cast If they will needs be ruin'd let them run On swallowing quick-sands which they well might shun At least upon bare rocks of penury Their fortunes split and dye contemptibly Nor bloud nor sworn allegiance serve for bands Of force to knit mens hearts or hold their hands From wrongs and mischiefs 'T will not be forgot While there 's an English Islander or Scot How in our late broils most unnatural Brother on brother furiously did fall And Sire and Son ingloriously oppose Each other dealing ill-directed blowes Friends were no longer friends then hous'd they were When once in field did angry foes appear As arms went on was amity thrown off At terms of peace did the lewd Rabbie scoff Broke off all social leagues each ligament Of love with bloudy hands asunder rent Whilst angry blowes and terms of insolence For thefts and rapes were all their recompence Nature astonisht might have said ' O God ' That sometimes shak'st a sharp revengeful rod ' How hold'st thou now thy high inflamed hand ' And with dire Engine shiver'st not a land 'T' insulphured dust that seemeth to defie ' The terrours of thy great Artillery ' Slights equally thy judgments and commands ' Ready 'gainst Heaven to lift Gigantick hands ' And scale th' Olympian towers O thou that hast ' Set bounds to all things not to be displac'd ' And harmoniz'd by Laws this Mundane State ' Why suffer'st thou vile worms to violate ' Thy sanctions and disperse more poisons than ' An hundred Hydra's or swoln Pythons can ' Causing fair vertue t' hide her head like Nile ' Left Hellish steams her beauties should defile Of such a feign'd complaints as this the cause Is yet too real when the sacred Lawes Of God and Nature broken as they were Are cast aside neglected every where Whilst wretched Male contents with angry jars Dis-tune their lives and blow the coles of wars Cease Moralists of perfect amity To treat whereby two souls confusedly United are like flowing waters met The vulgar friendship scarce the counterfeit Of such communion never was more rare At such strange distance mens affections are The' Incheumon and the Asp from angry eyes Dart not more death nor are worse enemies Then brother's are to brothers now and then Most deadly-hating mischief-acting men Nor will the world be ere at better pass When Princes on whose lives as in a glass Inferiours look and steer their course thereby Though in degree of kindred nere so nigh For trifles yet do Kingdomes oft engaged And sacrifice whole Nations to their rage Thus do poor subjects fall by heaps because Ambitious Soveraigns climb above the Lawes Of Government thus upon those that be Of lowest state lights mischief heavily Great persons having raised storms make sure Of shelter but the poor all blasts endure SATYRE XI Against Gluttony WHo 's this that like a walking Tun appears That such a mass of flesh about him bears And puffs as if the air would scarce suffice To cool him O! I know him by his size 'T is Olbiogator that stour Trencher-Knight Who by full meals doth measure all delight And spends almost as much in sacrifice To his vast belly as did Bell suffice That hungry Idol This is he whose great Stomach though not to fight maintains an heat Like that of Vulcans forge and if that men Be Microcosomes this Gluttons maw is then His torrid Zone It is a Scene of Sport To see how he preludes in eager sport To every meal how he his eyes doth fix Upon each dish and how his lips he licks And smacks and shrugs but when he once doth fall Aboard then laugh and look about you all My friends then Pork and powder'd Beef beware Mutton Veal Capon and all daintier fare Weep your own fawces sith much woe doth wait Upon you and your punishment is great To be thrown down not into Tiber but A gulf as deep and in dark prison shut This Sensualist as Gluttony though dull For the most part is of inventions full Would not accept things in their Primitive Condition as free Nature did them give But quaintly did compound them that they m'ght Into the Gullet melt with more delight His liquorish humour prompted him t' invent So much did cost his palates blandishment Quaint candyings and preservings to devise T' make Suckets Marmalets and Quidinies Gellyes Conserves Leach Marchpans Coolisses Syrups and many such Compounds as these Nor staid he here but by God Vulcans aid Of spices wines and flowers distilled made Incentive liquors by whose help he might Sooner concoct the baits o' th' appetite Liquors that like falle Cupids shafts inspire The veins with pleasing but pernicious fire For to their charge do men their stomachs cheat By such confections whose excessive heat Preys on the oily aliment of life And lets their principles at eager strife It is a mild benigner temperature Of heat that to the body doth procure Health and longevity As near to air As fire our spirits of alliance are Those subtile instruments of life I mean Which Nature doth with purest bloud maintain To
seem else would they not delight So much to see rude beasts to tug and fight And take more pleasure in th' antipathy Of such then in all loves compliancy Old Româ— saw this and often would bestow Great cost in making many a savage show The ruder sort to please who onely took Delight at first on fighting beasts to look But afterwards as if they had by th' eye Drunk in full draughts of bloudy cruelty They thought it braver sport upon the stage To see sword-players fiercely to engage Themselves in fight and seldome off to goe Till Death stept in and gave a parting blow Augustus though less taxt for tyranny Then many of his high flown family Did yet command that onely loss of life Should be the up-stroke of the tragick strife And one or both that made the people sport Should fall in earnest dye in woful sort O men of stony bowels steely breasts Ruthless Spectators brutisher then beasts Traitors to Nature that with smilling eyes Could view those dire prodigious cruelties And if a Caitiff slave all hew'd and hackt Did when his spirits fail'd and heart-strings crackt Beg a discharge that he might longer live Would not to th' wosul wretch that savour give But urge on mischief whilst his wounds gap'd wide For pity weeping streams of bloud beside Till all the sand that on the Stage did lye Wore the deep crimson dye of cruelty Men make their eyes the in-lets of offence And he that frequently his optick sense Feeds on fell objects cannot but thereby Surset into hard-hearted cruelty Cannot but grow obdurate by degrees And lose all sense of others miseries The Spaniards when they planted first in rich Peru and other Coasts that did bewitch Their eyes with shining treasures were not so Like savage Wolves as they did after grow When they had often sluced out the bloud Of the poor Natives that in vain withstood The sweeping stream of avarice for then They us'd them more like noisome beasts then men Shot stabb'd brain'd thousands others forc'd by flight To seek wild thickets taking much delight To tire them with pursuit to make them preys To hungry Mastiffs to bestrew the wayes With their torn limbs and sometimes ore the heads Of multitudes to fire the leavy Sheds Thus they that boast that th' all-surveying Suns Light ever shines on some Dominions Of their great Kings and got so clear a fame By brave Sea-travels did obscure and shame Themselves by cruelties so strangely wild And fierce as all humanity exil'd There 's no such cruelty as that of wars And he that of those harsh tumultuous jars â—pens the bloudy sluce to let in fate The curse of Heaven and all good peoples hate Justly incurs Can earth afford a sight More horrid then to view in eager fight Armies engag'd When Cannons thundring loudâ— Swords flash out lightning in a stifling cloud Of smoke and dust enraged Horses neigh Men grone and gush out bloud here quivering lye Bemangled limbs there heads are bowl'd along By their falls force here trunked bodies slung And trampled on there trailed guts are made Their gyves and chains that would not else be stay'd From acts of mischief and thus every where In baleful dress stern horrour doth appear But then the devastations of all sorts In times of war demolishing of Forts Razing of Castles burning of whole Towns Wasteful incursions into fruitful grounds Rapines taxations turning out o' th' door Whole families these and a thousand more Such wicked mischiefs heap up a degree Of high and most abhorred cruelty Are not those Princes highly then to blame Who whilst at prouder eminence they aim Or else stoop down to sordid avarice Envy or Lust or some such wretched vice VVhole Nations do embroil whole Kingdomes shake VVith the tempestuous tumults which they make Little regarding what their fury spends Of bloud or treasure so they gain their ends A letters interception an address T' a foâ—reign Prince on private business A jest a prying int' affairs of State Hath sometimes prov'd an instrument of fate To raise prodigious mischiefs that have shed Much bloud and mighty Kingdomes ruined Some such occasions as 't is said did stir Up that grim Lion the stout Swethlander To pass int' Germany and range for prey Beyond the bounds of vast Hercynia Leaving a tract of bloud a print of woe Such as that wretched Nation long will show Though to wash off so terrible a stain The Baltick waters were all spent in rain The worlds malignity in this appears More that whereas in some late bleeding years Men of high fortunes were by th' armed tout Pull'd from their perches now they go about Mad with revengeful thoughts to do some right Unto themselves by their undoing quite Of their weak vassals just as some that are Inflam'd with choler do but little care Whom they assault so that thereby they vent That angry heat that doth their hearts torment Poor wretched starvelings that as thinly look As half-pin'd pris'ners men whom wars have shook Almost no rags and brought as low as dust Must in their rents be onely rais'd and must As they have worn their flesh away their bloud In some sort lose I mean all livelihood When now with careful heads and painful hands They cannot answer to the hard demands Of pitriless oppressors straight they must As noisome creatures from their homes be thrust But first he stript almost as bare as those That Worms or Haddocks feed their goods must lose Of ruin'd families the doleful mones That well might soften the Ceraunian stones No more regarded are then childrens cryes That were to Moloch burnt in sacrifice Mine eyes have been the weeping witnesses Of a great Landlords greater wickedness That did depopulate a town and sent Poor people int' a kind of banishment That in their stead he might some gamesome Deer Empark and make more room for pleasure there If this oppressor that set light by sin Had as Actaeox metamorphos'd bin Into an Hart and by his own hounds rent In pieces just had been his punishment And much more mirth had from his branched pate Been rais'd then sorrow from his bloudy fate All things by Nature equally are free And nothing private but if industry Conquest or better hap hath men endow'd With riches must they needs grow fierce and proud And rush down all like torrents in their way This is to bear a rude impetuous sway As beasts do in the woods where force prevails And still the strong the weaker sort assails Those that with biggest words of manhood boats Most brutish are in deeds and tainted most With inhumanity a vice that waits Most frequently on gallant great estates When through high diet softness nicety Fastidious pride and quainter luxury Men are rob apt to break into a flame Of rage which reason knows not how to tame A small neglect a hum a nod a wry Look a knit brow or somewhat bold reply Hath sometimes set such persons in a heat And then like