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The philosophers satyrs, written by M. Robert Anton, of Magdelen Colledge in Cambridge
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Anton, Robert, b. 1584 or 5.
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He 's wisest that by others harmes growes wise When I behold the Queene of seas and night Shifting her formes in changes to our sight I see the world Cameleon-like pursue Her changing humors and her diuers hue Sometimes me thinks I see a peasant ride In his full-moone of surfet and of pride As if he tilted gainst authoritie Defied his Taylors importunitie Scornd his poore Saffron-laundresse and his hoast Beat his poore Shoomaker and rid in post To dicing-Tauerns next day without faile His moone is chang'd he damned in a Iayle Sometimes I see some sacred retiques turnd To Theaters prophane and tapers burnd For damned Comedies where singing quires At midnight cast their odoriferous fires Which to a diuell would appeare a change Of most vnchristian toleration strange Sometimes I see more then mine eyes would see Steeples to stables turn'd and Sanctitie Chang'd into rauenous Roabes of pollicie That I more wonder at this transmutation Then at the Moones alturnate alteration Againe reflect mine eye vpon the age That was and is I see times pilgrimage Corrupted with such pestilence of euill That man to man turnes wolfe nay more a diuell I see ambition begging innocence Well-landed for a foole as if all sense Were tied to pompe or policie of state That our best landed men are fooles by fate Which makes meÌ„ count a Scholler blest in Schooles Which though they begge the 'r seldom begd for fools He 's got in an Eclipse so weake by birth He liues by th' aire hath not a foote of earth This is a fatall thing prodigious chance Great fortunes fauour grossest ignorance Sometimes I see the euer-turning spheare Of man and fortune like new-Moones appeare Still waxing to a full increase of light Till it seeme round full circled and most bright To all men eyes till by the darkesome shade Of some mischance a blacke eclipse be made Thus haue I seene inconstant Tradesmen floate Now rich to morrow broake not worth a groate T is the condition of this glorious frame And all things that beneath the Moone we name Nay eu'n the things aboue her orbed face Do couet changes from their naturall place Till with mutations all things thinke it best To melt vnto their Chaos and so rest When man is borne and speechlesse prophesies Of times successions and his miseries He first begins to waxe then wanes to worse Sees many Moones and then begins to curse The changes of the times which many yeares His vexed soule hath markt the swift careeres Of Sunne and Moone and notes the age turnd Iew With tedious howers then he bids adeiw Vnto his golden daies when in his rage His long liu'd tongue speakes of the wicked age Tels what a braue world t was when Bullens towers Trembled like Aspen leaues at Henries powres Obseruing not the world the same to stand VVhen t is mens manners change and not the land Here could I fing the changes of all states Eu'n from the conquering and victorious gates Of Tyber-grasping Roome tell of her storie VVrite of her changes and her waning glorie Euen to this mightie Westerne Monarchie Since first the Danes subdude her libertie But more then I can write all things perswade What euer were or is to be shall fade And though the world were euiternall thought T is not eternall but shall change to nought But now I turne my sailes from seas to land Here 's more then men will reade or vnderstand Though orderly next to the firmament These wandring planets do themselues present And next to them earth water aire and fire Succeed in place my spirit to inspire VVith matter of diuine Philosophie To tell of euerie primate qualitie That with predomination doth present The Lordly pride of euerie Element In bodies mixt and first I should repaire To the three Regions of the subtill Aire Tell of the fearefull Comets in the skie Whose diuers formes giue to the prodigie Ten fearefull seuerall kinds which so we name As they are diuers in their formes or flame Of thunder lightning and their blasting mightâ— Of haile snow raine and tempests of the night Of Fiers that haunt Churchyards and forlorne graues Of Winds by which our ships dance on the waues Of earthquakes and the veines of euerie mine Of gold for which we cut the burning line Of plants of trees and of their qualities How in their formes and place they simbolize And how againe for enuie and despight The vine and Colewort neuer do delight To grow one by another then to sing Of glistering Iewels and each pretious thing To tell the vertue of the Chrysolite The sparkling Carbuncle that shines by night The purple Hyacinth whose stone imparts Sollace and mirth to our griefe-nummed harts The heauenly Azure Saphirs qualitie Whom Authors say preserueth chastitie The greene Smaragdus foe to Venus reakes Whose stone in hot coniunction blushing breakes And many more that by the glorious Sunne In the earths wombe take their conception These in their order should my pen incite Of Natures vniuersall workes to write And in sweet morall lectures to applie The worlds abuses to their misterie But that I hardly can be brought to thinke The time loues gaull by which I make mine inke Or haue so much wit in their shallow braines To reade and vnderstand me for my paines For by this plague we euer are outstript When we whip others we our selues are whipt By Carters and poore silly senslesse hinds Whose grosser bodies carry grosser minds For vnderstanding such lend onely lookes And thinke of Poems as of coniuring bookes Where in they see braue circles to the eye But more admire then know the misteriee Of Arts profunditie I feare none but such My selfe hath liu'd too long and writ too much FINIS Pâ—thagoras his opinion The end of Man Anaxagoras Principle Motus raptus Or contrary motion Plinie lib. 1. vt nauta naui it a intelligentia coeli Zab. lib. de motu coeli Scalig. excer 68. Sect. 1. Heauenneeds no place of conseruation Sol homo generat hominem Ptolomies opinion Empuros Arist. Aquinas his opinion Math. Ch. 5. In this heauen Paul was rapt Genes 1. Parescumparibus Sapiens dominabitur Astris Aâ—st lib. 1. de coelo The world is eternall Theophrastus Plinie Cic. Odimus quos timemus Uox populi vox Dei Corruptio vnius generatio alterius The beautious Princesse Elizabeth Arist. l. 4. probl 15. Animum cum coelo mutant Zabarell lib. 1. de motu grauium leuium Uenienti occurrite morbo Non nobis solum nati Aristocratâ—a Democratia Monarchia Omnis motus non est causa calorss Scaliger Virtus vera nobilâ—tas Omnia mea mecum porte Pithegoeas his opinion Anima est totaâ—toto in qualibet parte Thales opinion of water to be the mother of all things Himmasequitur temperamentum corporis opino Galen Zeuxis an excellent Painter Singulariae sensus vniuersaliâ— intellectus Aris. Topi. lib. prim Ichnumon or Pharoahs rat Regdomontanus made a Flie of Iron like a natural Flie. * Copernicus his opinion
Circles the earth with winding disciplines We call a right Mercurian that so lookes As if his soule were nail'd vnto his bookes Except his practick studies well doe show Experience in the age more then to know The literall sense of arts for out of schooles Your meerest scholers are the meerest fooles Not he that taken from his Colledge teates And wean'd from schooles vnto the nobler seates Of Lordly houses can sharpe Hermes boast The God of wits to be his sire and hoast If to his formall and more sollid vaine He ioyne not sprightfull carriage to his braine To apprehend the times grosse ignorance By application of each circumstance Vnto his noble charge he takes in hand That not a tricke but he can vnderstand Within his actiue spirit and still tries With his owne Test the best of subtilâ—ies That can prooue fatall as for others then They may teach scholers but not Gentlemen Monastick-walkes and circumscriptiue walls Are fit for plodding wits when Lordly Halls And noble Pupils fit men of those parts That know the world and are more then the arts For singularities best please our sense But vniuersals giue intelligence In the whole kinde of learning such as these Are right Mercurians in their practises That ioyne with nature art and with their art Experience as a quintessentiall part Nor nature nor experience ioyn'd in one Giues a Mercurian true perfection Except deepe art doe helpe to loade his braine For both without some learning are in vaine And farre from politicke influence but he 's best That hath all three ioyn'd in a compleate breast For if instinct of nature make a man With subtill trickes a right Mercurian I see not but the Ichnumon Memphis God Should challenge in his kinde slie Hermes rod For in his naturall guifts he doth excell All other slights that men or stories tell For on his coate he wraps an earthen cake Which by reflection of the sunne doth bake His hardned armor and with such a slight Impenetrable he begins to fight Against the Crocodile and with a Wren He showes more craft then most Fox-like men Can patterne in the triumph of their foe For both with conquest ioyne in ouerthrow Of Nylus monsâ—r and if onely art Architas wooden Doue shall beare a part Of a most slie Mercurian or that Flie That late a German made most curiously With busie motion and with yron wings Venting forth buzzing and lowd whisperings And if alone experience make such men I see no reason but our saylers then Such as haue to wsde the seas with change of land And seene all fashions but should vnderstand The Mazes of slie Mercurie who on shore Are ruder then the winds their Sayles haue bore No all those three ioyn'd in their sweete consents Like the sweet Musicke of the elements That do agree together in the frame Of a sound constitution giues the name Of a most right Mercurian and not fier Or water by themselues without the quier Of their sweet harmony distinctly fixt Can giue a forme vnto a body mixt As neither Autumne nor the spring alone Can make a full yeares reuolution Vnlesse the frostie winter do conspire To make it perfect with the Summers fire Nor art nor nature makes our subtlest wits Except in one triplicitie it fits Experience to them both for in the minde Those two like rougher Diamonds are resignd And pollisht by experience and all three must Like Diamonds cut themselues with their owne dust Which nothing else can perfect but their owne Diamonds being parted neuer cut alone Their proper bodies and thus mans perfection Shines like a full-pact constellation Inuention is an action of the soule Whose essence starres nor influence cancontroule Which Mercurie himselfe can neuer carrie Or take away but prosperously may varie In giuing inclinations to our vaines But art and ripe experience quicks our braines Or rather all three like three faculties Of sense increase and reasons properties As in a foure-square figure may be wrought A triangle from the same bodie brought Rests so in man and do include each other Nature with art experience as their mother All which if euer they did iumpe in one Or blest mans reason with infusion Great Iulius Scaliger in thy spectacle I reade no wonder but a miracle That with these three so blest thy subtilties Scilfull in thirteene seuerall languages That time shall sing thy sharpe natiuitie Not vnder but beyond bright Mercurie Besides the mixture of the elements That sweetly play vpon our temperaments Either in higher or in base degrees Of actiue or their passiue qualities May adde vnto the temper of the scull Quicke winding Sceanes or plots more grosse and dull The airie sanguine temper quickly stirrs And apprehends like busie Scribelers That in a Tearme time like to vintners lads Vp staires and downe with nimble motion gads Subiect to agitation yet consumes His slight impressions in his ayerie fumes Such are the idle motion of those men That with poetick furie of their pen. Snatch at each shadow of a sodaine wit Like Esops dog that in the sun-shine bit The shadow of the flesh like Oares or Sculs That crie the first man and so drags and puls At sight of a conceite that scare their sense Losing their fare by offring violence The chollericke complexion hot and drie Writes with a Seriants hand most gripingly The Phlegmaticke in such a waterie vaine As if some riming-Sculler got his straine But the sound melancholicke mixt of earth Plowes with his wits and brings a sollid birth The labor'd lines of some deepe reaching Scull Is like some Indian ship or stately hull That three yeares progresse furrows vp the maine Bringing rich Ingots from his loaden braine His art the sunne his labors are the mines His sollid stuffe the treasure of his lines Mongst which most massiue Mettals I admire The most iudicious Beaumont and his fire The euer Colum builder of his fame Sound searching Spencer with his Faierie-frame The labor'd Muse of Iohnson in whose loome His silke-worme stile shall build an honor'd toombe In his owne worke though his long curious twins Hang in the roofe of time with daintie lines Greeke-thundring Chapman beaten to the age With a deepe furie and a sollid rage And Morrall Daniell with his pleasing phrase Filing the rockie methode of these daies As for those Dromidarie wits that flie With swifter motion then swift Time can tie To a more snaile-like progresse slow and sure May their bold becham Muse the curse indure Of a waste-paper Pesthouse and so rise As like the sunnes proud flower it daily dies Besides another cause of wits rarieties Consists vpon the climates form'd varieties That from the Articke to the southerne Cape Alters our humors to a diuerse shape The Northerne Tike is faire grosse dull and hard The Southerne man more pliant doth regard The witty layes and madrigals of arts But from the North are men of tuffer parts Brawnie labourious Hinds for labour fit Come from