Since we must neither speake nor hold our peace Some will be angry if they cannot make Another their opinions for to take Others haue meanings but they cannot shew them Yet are displeas'd with those that doe not know And I haue seene that anger may be holy them A good man mooued for anothers folly Yet in such cases let not any chafe But pray as I doe they may mend and laugh Me thinkes they should be men vnfit to weild The sword of Iustice that do basely yeild Vnto so brute a passion yet haue we Some Gouernours that ouer-ruled be By this and worse affections yea some now Haue charge of others that doe worse know how To guide themselues the angry Magistrate To be aueng'd on him whom he doth hate For priuate causes drawes the publike sword And all the Rigor that the lawes affoord Must serue his Choller such there be so many You cannot misse one though I name not any Now diuers doe affirme such men as be Hasty so they tearme this infirmitie Are the best natur'd who that lesson taught If they be best I le sweare the best be naught Moreouer there be many doe suppose It is a signe of courage what meane those Where is their iudgements they me thinkes should gather That it were weakenesse did produce it rather Or else why should the feeble and the sicke Women and children be most chollerick Againe there 's some whose iudgement is as rude Doe thinke that Anger quickens fortitude But that 's a vertue surely will deny With such a Vice to haue affinity Thou that hast iudgement tell me can it be That Fortitude and Anger may agree I thinke it not for why the one is steady And rul'd by reason t'other rash and heady The one doth nothing but on consultation The other cannot take deliberation And therefore if that we be well aduis'd It is a humor ought to be despis'd And though some thence much help may seeme to gather To whet on Fortitude it hinders rather Yea t is a strange vnreasonable Passion That brings the owner cleane beside all fashion Making him speake if ought but discontent him Yea doe the thing of which he shall repent him And of a friend if I might chuser be I 'de rather haue a man that 's mad then he Some say 't is inflamation of the blood And may with carefull heed be soone withstood But their 's so few that seeke to stop this ill That most do let it runne at randome stil And very faintly yeeld to the inuasion Of this wild Passion on the least occasion But he indeed that would a medcine find For this disease must haue a setled mind Not giuing credit vnto all reports Nor yet delighting in vaine toyes nor sports On dogs or hawkes his mind must not be set So much as for their losse to chafe or fret He should not fancy fuch fond idle trash But euer taking heed of being rash Athenodorus good aduice embrace And follow Cotis that wise King of Thrace Whereby he best shall quench this Passions tinder And many an Angry fumish fit may hinder OF IEALOVSIE SATYR 7 BVt though these angry-ones soon breed a braule And are pernicious to conuerse with-all Not one â—ot better is the iealous-head That thinks his friend and 's wife are still a-bed This Passion as it plainely doth appeare Proceeds out of a too-much loue with feare Loue in a match procures the highest bliss That for vs men on earth ordained is But adde a feare of loosing of our ioy And that we loue so dearely 't will destroy All our delights and strewing good with ill Makes that seeme lost which we haue with vs still Thus doth it often with the Iealous proue VVho carefull in the choosing of his loue Hath gotten her that is not faire alone But modest wise and curteous hating none Nor yet affecting any but her peere For which good parts her husband counts her deere As well he may her vertues he 'll vphold Dares sweare she will not be allur'd with gold Honor nor beauty but as she is chast So hee 's perswaded will be to the last And to himselfe so well he seemes to thriue He thinkes his owne the happiest choise aliue 'T is good Thus for no hurt he wiued well But soft there there is an after part to tell This man when he by daily proofe doth see His wife no other then a wife should be It so augments his Loue to that extreame He knowes not if he be awake or dreame Now doth this Loue for Loue will euer doe it For a Companion take in Feare vnto it A feare of loosing what he loues so much And then the nature of this feare is such That it begets suspect which creeping in Doth by a little at the first begin To make him doubt his spouse doth loosely liue Whereto vpon a slight report to giue Firme credence he seemes loth but yet ere long He doth but think perhaps she doth him wrong Which if he doe that one false thought 's enough To giue all former truths the ouerthrow And why Suspect growes thereupon so great See thrusts true iudgement quite besides her seat Which being done then straight begins to wane The good conceit he of his bliss had tane For if his friend doth to his house repaire He thinkes t is onely cause his wife is faire But if 't be strangers he durst pawne his life There 's some compact betweene them his wife Yea though their busines to himselfe he find He thinks t is bâ—t a hood to keep him blind Then all the sweet he had is turn'd to sowre Faine would he think well but hath not the powre Much care torments his heart and yet he will Be prying farther to encrease it still Yea he will seeke although he truely know The more he seekes the more he findes his woe Beside suspect receiueth in the head All things that may be mis-interpreted And the best thought her vertue 's like to winne Is onely this It seru'd to cloake her sinne In briefe his liking thus he marreth quight And there he loath's where once he tooke delight But wherefore Onely cause he doth mistrust And not on any proofe that she 's vniust Vnhappy woman haplesly to wed So meere a sot and such a Iealous head An owle-eyed buzzard that by day is blind And sees not things apparant yet can find That out which neuer was The feare to loose The Iewell he aboue all Iemms did chuse That feare I say of wit doth so bereaue him He thinks that 's gone which means not yet to leaue him Oh foolish man that hauing gain'd a bliss Doost mak 't a curse by vsing it amiss If iudgement be not blinded in thee looke Try if thou hast not all this while mistooke Is not thy wife still faire and to the eye Seemes she not yet to haue that modesty Thou didst commend her for Is she not wary With whom she walks or speaks or
conceale it For they themselues will to their shames reueale it There 's others who disliking so to vaunt VVill si non castè tamen cautè grant For that 's their Motto they make modest showes But what they doe in secret man nere knowes Some make a Baud of their diuine profession Like Shauelings in Auricular-confession Th' other are bad and sure of God accurst But of all others these I deeme the worst There 's other Gallants would desire but this VVithout suspition for to talke and kisse For other pleasures they do neuer craue them Nay if they might they sweare they will not haue them So mean perhaps but time brings alteration And a faire woman is a shrewd temptation Then many make their fained loue to be A cloake to couer their immodestie These will protest and vow and sweare their life Consists in hauing whom they wooe to wife Yet if the villaines can their lust fulfill They will forsweare them and be liuing still Some doe court all and not alone doe proue But for because with all they are in loue With such deep passion that they cannot smother Their hot affection till they meete another But why will man against himselfe and Reason Consent to such a Tyrant in his treason Why will he so his liberties foregoe To be a slaue to such a monstrous foe For what is this same passion We call lust I st not a Brutish longing and vniust And foule desire of the soule to gaine Some euill pleasure Or to speake more plaine A furious burning passion whose hot fumes Corrupts the vnderstanding and consumes The very flesb of man then what 's the fact What may I terme that vile and shamefull act But this The execution of an ill Out of set purpose and with a good will In spight of Reason Tell me i st not base When men shall so their worthy sex disgrace To giue their bodies in a deed vncleane With a foule nasty prostituted queane Or in their vnderstanding be so dull As to obserue on idle short-heeld trull A puling female Diuell that hath smiles Like Syrens songs and teares like Crocadiles Yet there be some I will not name them now Whom I haue seene vnto such Puppits bow And be as seruiceable as a groome That feares another man will beg his roome They had beene glad ful oft to please their pride With costly gifts and forc't for to abide Imperious scoffs with many scornefull words Such as the humors they are in affords And yet for these thei 'le venter Honors liues If they command it when for their poore Wiues Though they in Beauty loue and true delight Exceed them more then day-time doth the night They le scarcely take vppon them for to speake In any case of theirs their loues so weake Yea and their lust doth wrap them in such blindnes They cannot giue them one poore look in kindnes Moreouer for their lust they haue not laid Base plots alone like him that was conueyd In a close trunk because in secrecy He would vnseene enioy his venery I say not only therein haue they retcht Their damn'd inuentions It hath also stretcht Vnto strange lusts of which I wil not speake Because I may offend the minde that 's weake Or least I to some simple one should show Those sinnes by naming he did neuer know And here I leaue there 's lurking holes such store This stinking Vermin I wil hunt no more OF HATE SATYR 3. BVt I haue rous'd another here as bad They call it Hate A worse I neuer had Before in chase I scarce can keepe insooth My selfe from danger of his venom'd tooth This is the Passion that doth vse to moue The mind a cleane contrary way to loue It is an inspiration of the Divel That makes men long for one anothers euill It cankers in the heart and plagueth most Not him that 's hated but the hateful host And yet there 's too too many I do know Whose hearts with this soule poyson ouer-flow Of which I haue a true intelligence By the sharpe scoffs and slanders springing thence For where it rules they cannot well conceale it But either wordes or deeds or both reueale it Were it iust causes that did stil engender This passion in them or if they could render A reason fort 't were somwhat but their will Carries them on in spight of Reason still These are their humors for a slight offence Thei 'le hate th' offender for a recompence Some malice all that any way excell In which who thinkes but they do very well And many haue abhorred God amend them The stranger that did neuer yet offend them VVhich they are not asham'd for to confesse Yet in their hate continue ner'e the lesse But though that they can yeeld no reason why They beare them causlesse mallice yet can I Their hearts are il and it is seldome knowne That a sweet broâ—ke from bitter springs hath flowne There 's some to when they see a man respected More then themselues though they be not neglected They inly grudge and outwardly disdaine Being alike condition'd as was Caine Some hate their friends that loue and count them deare As by the sequel plainely shal appeare One that a seeming friendship had profest me Vpon a time did earnestly request me That I would plainely my opinion shew What I of his conditions thought or knew And that I would without exceptions tel What acts of his did not become him well I scorning flattry with a louing heart Twixt him and me my mind did soon impart And as a friend that is vnfaigned ought Left nothing vnreueald of what I thought Yea without feare I boldly reprehended If I perceiud he any way offended Provided alwayes that I did not swerue From a decorum fitting to obserue But marke Mans nature he perceiuing I Had taken note of some infirmity He would not haue vnript And seeing toe I espide more then he wisht I should doe Of his ill humours though I must confesse Being my friend I lou'd him nothing lesse In steed of thankes and liking for my paines My company and sight he now refraines And for my kindnes like a thanklesse mate Doth ill repay me with a lothing hate This one I know and by that one I finde That there be many beare as bad a minde But let vs for their true conuersion pray For we alasse may very iustly say Quod nulla est in terra Charitas Et Odium parit ipsa Veritas Againe the wicked hates beyond all measure The righteous man that contradicts his pleasure And that 's the fundamentall cause I know That many men doe hate their teachers so These common humors are obseru'd of few Yet may a yong experience find them true And boldly say that all in whom th' are found Haue poysoned hearts polluted and vnsound But they corrupted aboue all the rest Which hate their friends they should account of best But let Men striue and study to remoue This passion from
paine To come somtime and visit them againe In meere good will because these weake ones see They cannot then so well prouided be To bid them welcome as their loues require Though more then loue their loues did ne're desire A foolish Shame so blinds them that they shall For giuing them to much haue naught at all Yea for because they want excessiue fare Or some such things for which their friends neere care Though by their will it other wise had beene They neither will be knowne at home nor seene VVhich doth not onely shew impiety But hindereth loue and barres society Yet now the greatest weaknesse that I finde To be in man is ignorance of mind It makes a poore man hee 's scarse good for ought If rich men haue it they are worse then nought For hauing riches store and wanting might Or strength of mind to vse the same aright T is arrogancies and ambitious fuell It makes them Couetuous Inconstant Cruell Intemperate Vniust and wonderous heady Yea in their actionsrude and so vnsteddy They cannot follow any sound direction But are still carried with a wild affection This is their nature it is quickly noted If they to honour be by hap promoted Then they grow insolent beyond all reason Apt for Ambition Quarrels Murthers Treason Or any villany that followes those Who doe the summe of happinesse repose In worldly glory But if Fortune frowne And from her fickle wheele once cast them downe Then their deiected hearts againe grow base They are impatient of their present case Raue or run mad and can doe nought poore elues Vnlesse it be goe hang or drowne them selues Moreouer the same weakenes that proceeds From ignorance this mischife also breeds It makes men will conceited of their will Which they will follow be it nere so ill And they thinke all things needs must fall out bad Wherein their wise aduise may not be had But heere 's the hell to them all Counsell's vaine Cause they all others wisedome doe disdaine And wholly on their owne deuises rest As men perswaded that their owne are best But as all such are weake e'ne so I say Is euery one that rashly doth repay Vengeance in anger Or that 's male content Oft or oft mooued and impatient Or those that iudge of Counsels by th' euent Or that perswade themselues if their intent Be good and honest that it doth not skill If that the matter of it selfe be ill Which were it true then Dauid might complaine That Vzzah for his good intent was slaine Others againe thinke Superstitious Rites To be the seruice in which God delghts But since I 'me forst my mind of them to speake I must needs say their iudgements are but weake The like I must of them who disesteeme All forraine customes and doe onely deeme Their owne praise-worthy As also such as do Thinke those things best they cannot reach vnto Yet in the vulgar this weake humor 's bred They 'l sooner be with idle customes led Or fond opinions such as they haue store Then learne of reason or of vertues lore We think that we are strong but what alas Is there that our great might can bring to passe Since though we thereto bend e'ne all our will We neither can be good not wholly ill God giues vs needfull blessings for to vse them Which wanting power to do we oft abuse them Some hold them wise and vertuous that professe An heremitall solitariness But it proceeds from imbecillity And for because through Non-ability Those thinges they cannot well in dure to doe Which they indeed should be inur'd vnto Besides they wrong their Country and their friends For man saith Tullye's borne to other ends Then for to please himselfe a part to haue The common-weale doth look and parents craue A part so doth his friend then deales he well That closely mewd vp in a carelesse cell Keepes all himselfe and for a little ease Can in his Conscience find to rob all these I say hee 's weake and so againe I must But add withall hee 's slothfull and vniust Then as hee 's vaine that precious time doth spend In fond and idle pleasure to no end So are those weake that with contempt disdaine All plesure and delights on earth as vaine And though they would be zealous thought wise I shall but count them foolishly precise For Man hath cares and pleasures mixt with-all Are needfull yea both iust and naturall We are no Angels that our recreation Should consist only in meer Contemplation But we haue bodies to of whose due pleasure The soules must find sometimes to be at leasure For to participate but in this kind Though some find fault we are not much behind Then t is through humane weaknes when that we Of a good-turne will soone forgetfull be And readier to reuenge a small offence Then for that good to make a recompen â— And so 't is also when that we eschew Or shunne them vnto whom from vs is due Both loue and mony this because their owne Th' other cause friendship at our need was showne But 't is well seen there 's many so abhor To be in presence with their Creditor That thankless elues though he be still their friend They rather would desire to see his end He 's weake to that 's not able to withstand Any vnlawfull or vniust demand As well as he that knowes not to deny Seruing-mens kindness or pot-curtesie Some simple fellowes cause that silken-fooles That had their bringing-vp in Bacchus schooles In show of loue but daine to drink vnto them Think presently they such a fauour do them That though they feele their stomack wel nigh sick Yet if to pledge these kind ones they should sticke Or for a draught or two or three refuse them They thinke in conscience they should much abuse them Nay there be some and wisemen you would thinke That are not able to refuse their drinke Through this their weaknesse though that they be sure 'T is more then their weake stomacks can indure And why oh 't is the health of some great Peere His Maisters or his Friend he counteth deare What then if that the party vertuous be He 'le not esteeme of such a foolery If not who er 't be this is my mind still A straw for 's loue his friendship or good will Some muse to see those that haue knowledge gaind And to Degrees of Art in Schooles attaind Should haue opinion stuft with heresie And in their action such Simplicitie As many haue At first without a pause As meere a Boy as I may tell the cause I st not the reason their acquired parts And knowledge they haue reacht vnto by Arts Is growne a Mâ—tch to great and farre vnfit For to be ioyned with their Naturallwit 'T is so and they insteed of rightfull vsing Draw from their leraning errors by abusing Plaine Reason should and euery man that 's wise Knowes though that Learning be a dainty prize Yet if that