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<P><HI>AQ&V;A-M&V;SAE:</HI>
OR,
Cacafogo, Cacadaemon,
CAPTAIN GEORGE WITHER
Wrung in the Withers.</P>
<P>Being a &s;hort la&s;hing Satyre, wherein the
Juggling Rebell is Compendiou&s;ly-finely
Firked and Jerked, for his late railing Pamphlet
again&s;t the King and State, called
CAMPO-MUSAE.</P>
<Q>Deus dabit his quo&abque; Funem.</Q>
<P>By JOHN TAYLOR.</P>
<P>Printed in the fourth Yeare of
the Grand Rebellion.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD>To the Di&s;honourable, Di&s;wor&s;hip|full,
Di&s;loyall, and dete&s;table the Rebells,
of what Nation, Sex, Sect, Degree, Quality, Ranke,
Age, Function, or Condition what&s;oever.</HEAD>
<P>_BRave, Bold, Adventerors, and unmatchable
Patrons, It was my chance (long &s;ince) to read
a witty Pamphlet, Intituled, <HI>Peirce Penniles
his Supplication,</HI> It was Dedicated to the De|vill,
there were in it many Satyricall true <HI>Jerks,
Jybes, Ie&s;ts, and Ieeres,</HI> which reflected and
trencht much upon the Graund Signior <HI>Sultan Sathans</HI> Reputa|tion,
which were much di&s;ta&s;tfull to his Infernall Hell-hood,
with all the re&s;t of his Members of that Lower Hou&s;e. In l|mitation
of that Supplication, dedicated to the Devill, I am
bold to Dedicate this my Satyricall Poem to you his deare Adop|ted
Sons (the Rebells) not doubting, but you will Patronize it,
and Reward the Writer, as your Father would have done <HI>Tom
Na&s;h,</HI> for his Penniles Volumne; I know that you have more
Power then your Syre, and for State Policy, you have &s;o farre
gone beyond him, that he blu&s;hes for &s;hame, to heare how the
World laughes him to &s;corne, for being out-&s;trip'd and over|reach'd
in his owne Art, by his owne Sons, Schollers, and Ser|vants.
He did once (&s;awcily and fooli&s;hly) offer to give all the
Kingdomes of the World, but you are better Husbands then to
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give Kingdomes, for you have done your be&s;t and wor&s;t to take
Kingdomes and Principalities, you have &s;old <HI>Ireland,</HI> and the
Lives and E&s;tates of 100000 People there, and with the Mo|neys
which you received from your Mungrell Merchant Ad|venturers
for <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Land, you have bought, or hired, <HI>Scotti&s;h</HI>
Rebells on purpo&s;e to make an <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Inva&s;ion. To effect which
mo&s;t unparalell'd de&s;ignes, your Pulpits, and Pamphlets have
been mo&s;t diligent and u&s;efull Aggravators and Propagators,
among&s;t whom, and of which unnumber'd Numberle&s;&s;e, dam|nable
Number&punc; Captaine <HI>George Wyther,</HI> is not to be accoun|ted
a &s;mall Foole; His <HI>Campo-Mu&s;ae,</HI> doth declare the Gentle|mans
Loyalty with his Book, called, <HI>Brittaines Remembrancer,</HI>
(in the 8^t^h and 9^t^h <HI>Cantoes</HI>) doe &s;hew his Art in Adulation, and
who&s;oever either hath read, or will or can read, under&s;tand and
con&s;ider tho&s;e his two Books, may palpably perceive the con&s;tancy
of this Capricious Carpet Captaine, and al&s;o di&s;cerne what
Spirit of Contradiction inspir'd his Mu&s;e. I have briefly Writ
this my Satyre as a gentle Reproofe of his Perfidious unmannerly
Mutability, wherein you may de&s;cry not onely his Rebellious
<HI>Legerdemaine,</HI> but all his Maintainers, Patrons, Adorers,
Admirers, and Rewarders, may &s;ee and be &s;orry for their Er|rors;
He was a man that I have the&s;e 35 yeares loved and re|&s;pected,
becau&s;e I thought him &s;imply hone&s;t; But now his con|ceal'd
Hypocrifie is by him&s;elfe di&s;covered, I am bold to take leave
of him in the&s;e following lines.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>AQ&V;A-MVSAE.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">An An&s;wer to WITHER his
CAMPO-MUSAE.</HEAD>
<L>HA, let me &s;ee, is that that Traiterous <HI>Thing,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Campo-Mu&s;ae</HI> hath Revil'd the King:</L>
<L>Sure 'tis not he; yet like him much he looks</L>
<L>That late compos'd &s;uch &s;inne Confounding Books,</L>
<L>In &s;harp <HI>Ramnu&s;iaes</HI> Pi&s;le, his Pen he dip'd</L>
<L>And <HI>Brittaines</HI> Great <HI>Abu&s;es Whipt and Strip'd,</HI></L>
<L>And in his <HI>Motto</HI> did with Braggs declare</L>
<L>That in him&s;elfe all Vertues perfect were.</L>
<L>Art thou that wonder of the Vniver&s;e</L>
<L>Who&s;e lines Heav'n, Hell, and Through the World did Pierce,</L>
<L>In Sixteen hundred twenty &s;ix, that yeare</L>
<L>Thou Wr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">t'&s;t a Book (<HI>Brittains Remembrancer</HI>)</L>
<L>And in that Book with Boa&s;ting Boldne&s;&s;e, then</L>
<L>Thou Vaunt'&s;t thy &s;elfe a Miracle of Men,</L>
<L>For never Hippocrite did &s;hew more skill</L>
<L>And Pend &s;o Well, and yet intend &s;o ill.</L>
<L>In thy third Page, thou in that Preface &s;ay'&s;t,</L>
<L>That <HI>thou his Maje&s;ties High favour Weigh&s;t</HI></L>
<L>And that <HI>thou hold&s;t His Grace more deere to thee</HI></L>
<L>And Precious, then thy very &s;oule could be.</L>
<L>Thy fourth Page Saies, thy Mu&s;e Spewes not Ba&s;e Rimes</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t Publique Per&s;ons (but to La&s;h the Times)</L>
<L>Thou applie'&s;t King <HI>Davids Nine and Thirtieth P&s;alme</HI></L>
<L>His Stormes of Griefes, his hidden fire, his Calme,</L>
<L>All which Bla&s;phemou&s;ly thy &s;elfe Applie&s;t</L>
<L>Vnto thy &s;elfe; And in Applying Lye&s;t.</L>
<L>Thy ninth Page &s;aies, <HI>bad Tongues will &s;et their &s;tings</HI></L>
<L>&V;nju&s;tly, on the Sacred names of Kings.</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="5">
Thy tenth Page truely doth the Truth Repeat,</L>
<L>That the King &s;its in God Almighties Seat.</L>
<L>And thus (with Phari&s;aicall O&s;tentation)</L>
<L>Thou &s;ai&s;t <HI>Commi&s;&s;ion, (Calling, Revelation,)</HI></L>
<L>Were given thee from above, Reader, pray Note,</L>
<L>How this Impo&s;ture late hath turn'd his Coate;</L>
<L>View but his <HI>Campo M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ae,</HI> and Con&s;er</L>
<L>The words and Sen&s;e, with his <HI>Remembrancer,</HI></L>
<L>And wavering Lies and Lines <HI>(Black upon White)</HI></L>
<L>Shewes rayling Hypocrite, <HI>Hermophrodite,</HI></L>
<L>Nor Male or Female, neither both or neither</L>
<L>Much more Incongruent then flint and feather.</L>
<L>Is this the Vulgar Va&s;&s;alls, Valiant <HI>George</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e Whileom Mu&s;e did oracles di&s;gorge,</L>
<L>Who was admir'd of every Man and Woeman</L>
<L>Of all &s;orts, from the Tinker to the Broomeman,</L>
<L>Sure this cannot be he, And yet 'tis he,</L>
<L>Then how (the Devill) can he thus changed be,</L>
<L>Can he, that &s;o much hone&s;ty profe&s;t</L>
<L>(As if all hone&s;ty had been in's Bre&s;t)</L>
<L>Can he be Metamorphos'd to a Knave,</L>
<L>And write and fight, his Soveraigne to out-brave,</L>
<L>Can his Lines Lye (that &s;weet Peace did de&s;ire)</L>
<L>Yet &s;tirs up Warres, to &s;et the Realme on fire,</L>
<L>All this is po&s;&s;ible, all this is done,</L>
<L>This is <HI>George Wyther,</HI> his owne Mothers Son.</L>
<L>Now he's great <HI>George</HI> a Hor&s;e-back, (mounted high)</L>
<L>Dares to affront, and Raile 'gain&s;t Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>This is the <HI>George</HI> thus alterd, thus all-turd</L>
<L>Who&s;e Satyres Goo&s;e-quill is transform'd t' a&s;word,</L>
<L>For who&s;e &s;ake, I prote&s;t it with my Pen,</L>
<L>I never will tru&s;t Wall-eyd Jade agen.</L>
<L>Brave <HI>George,</HI> no <HI>George</HI> of <HI>Cappodocia,</HI></L>
<L>But famous <HI>George</HI> of <HI>Braggodocia,</HI></L>
<L>Ride on fierce <HI>George,</HI> untill thy high de&s;ert</L>
<L>By Tran&s;mutation, make thy Hor&s;e a Cart.</L>
<L>What contraries doth thy mad Braines po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e</L>
<L>That with a Traiterous Warre doth Peace profe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="5">
That playes at fa&s;t, and loo&s;e, with handy dandy</L>
<L>Mak'&s;t Subjects 'gain&s;t their Soveraigne Bullets bandy,</L>
<L>Much mi&s;chiefe in that double mind did lurke,</L>
<L>And Hell it &s;elfe, &s;et that dam'd <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> a worke.</L>
<L>Was ever &s;uch vile fragment Riming Raggs</L>
<L>Patch'd up together with abu&s;ive Braggs;</L>
<L>That who &s;o doth his <HI>Campo-Mu&s;ae</HI> Read,</L>
<L>Will judge the Devill did his Invention Lead;</L>
<L>Like to a Ie&s;uited &s;ubtill Fox,</L>
<L>His Hone&s;t Writings but a Paradox:</L>
<L>His Verities are fal&s;e, his Errors true,</L>
<L>Such Riffe Raffe hotch Potch, his &s;weet <HI>Mu&s;e doth Brew.</HI></L>
<L>How villany doth cunningly deceive,</L>
<L>And good and bad together interweave;</L>
<L>He Praies, Inveighs, Commends, Contemns, Extols,</L>
<L>Approves, Reproves, Loves, Scornes, Obeys, Controls,</L>
<L>Admits, Commits, Omits, Permits, &s;ubmits,</L>
<L>Remits, and Limmits, as his humor fits,</L>
<L>To&s;&s;ing his Soveraignes Honour to and fro,</L>
<L>Even as his &s;awcy Idle Braines do Crow,</L>
<L>And with his Rimes doth Knaves and Fooles in&s;pire</L>
<L>To blow the Bellowes of Rebellious fire.</L>
<L>Hell never Spewd wor&s;e villaines then are tho&s;e</L>
<L>That weekly (weakly) Raile in Rime and Pro&s;e,</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t which accur&s;ed Crew, a part thou Bear&s;t,</L>
<L>And in the Divells great name Rebellion Rear&s;t.</L>
<L>For had not that black Breed of <HI>Cerberus,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Scout, Dove, Diurnall,</HI> and <HI>Britannicus,</HI></L>
<L>Wi&s;e <HI>Wither, Booker,</HI> and the damned &s;warmes</L>
<L>Of Rake-hells, Animated <HI>Englands</HI> harmes,</L>
<L>All our Contentions had been reconcil'd</L>
<L>Long &s;ince, and ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Peace</HI> had gently &s;mil'd.</L>
<L>Wer't not for theirs and thine ill working Braine,</L>
<L>The King had Iu&s;tly had His own againe:</L>
<L>Th'affrighting front of bloody Warre had not</L>
<L>Di&s;turb'd no hone&s;t <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> man or <HI>Scot.</HI></L>
<L>Thou&s;ands of Soules are from their Bodies parted,</L>
<L>(By Lyes and Cur&s;ed Libellers perverted)</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="6">
Which may be fear'd did to perdition fall</L>
<L>Before their Bodies could have Buriall.</L>
<L>You Mungrell Whelps of Hells Infernall Litter,</L>
<L>What is the cau&s;e that makes your hate &s;o bitter,</L>
<L>Is it becau&s;e you thinke your &s;elves more Righteous,</L>
<L>Or (in the Devills naine) wherefore thus de&s;pight ye us?</L>
<L>Is it becau&s;e the King's a Prote&s;tant</L>
<L>That 'gain&s;t him you are joyn'd in Covenant?</L>
<L>Is it becau&s;e he meanes to be &s;o &s;till</L>
<L>And never meanes to change, you wi&s;h him ill?</L>
<L>Is it becau&s;e hee's Mercifull and Iu&s;t</L>
<L>You tho&s;e Indignities upon him thru&s;t,</L>
<L>Is it becau&s;e he ne're intended wrong</L>
<L>That you doe hold his Life and Raigne too long?</L>
<L>Are the&s;e the Cau&s;es wherefore you di&s;like him</L>
<L>Are the&s;e th' occa&s;ions why your Malice &s;trike him?</L>
<L>Goe hang your &s;elves ba&s;e Villaines, he &s;hall Live</L>
<L>And flouri&s;h, and his God will Guerdon give</L>
<L>To you with <HI>Judas,</HI> and <HI>Achitophell</HI></L>
<L>Where unrepenting Cur&s;ed Rebells dwell.</L>
<L>What Armes into the Field can Traitors bring</L>
<L>But Arm'd Impiety again&s;t the King;</L>
<L>Is not the Per&s;on of the King &s;o high</L>
<L>As God Almighties &s;acred Deputie?</L>
<L>Then what are tho&s;e bla&s;phemous <HI>Rab&s;hakaes</HI></L>
<L><HI>Anathema's,</HI> and <HI>Maranathama'es?</HI></L>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg">P&s;al. 14. v. 4, 5, 6, 7.</NOTE><HI>God lookes and &s;ees how they doe plot and plod</HI></L>
<L><HI>They under&s;tand not, nor &s;eeke after God,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Abhominable out ot'h way they'r gone</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ther's none doth good amongst them, no not one,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Throats are open Sepulchers, their Tongues</HI></L>
<L><HI>Have ly'de deceitfully with &s;landring Wrongs,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And underneath their Lips</HI> A&s;pes <HI>poy&s;on is,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Mouthes are full of Cur&s;ing bitternes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Feet are</HI> very <HI>&s;wift mens blood to &s;hed</HI></L>
<L><HI>Haples de&s;truction in the wayes they tread,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The way of Peace they have not knowne, and there</HI></L>
<L><HI>Before their eyes of God there is no feare.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="6">
Thus is the foureteenth <HI>P&s;alme</HI> in <HI>Davids</HI> &s;tile</L>
<L>Apply'd to &s;uch as dare the King Revile.</L>
<L>And what art thou then, but a fal&s;e pretender</L>
<L>That &s;eekes to Ruinate the Faiths Defender:</L>
<L>To blow Warres Trumpet, without warrant for it,</L>
<L>Is foule Rebellion, all good men abhorre it.</L>
<L>And what hath Rogui&s;h Riming, Tricks and Ieeres</L>
<L>But &s;et us all together by the Eares,</L>
<L>To Murder, Pilfer, Plunder, and oppre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>To make Wives Widdowes, Children fatherle&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>The Father 'gain&s;t the Son, Son 'gain&s;t the Father,</L>
<L>And Brother again&s;t Brother force together,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t <HI>Chri&s;tian Faith,</HI> you Hipocrites or'ewhelme.</L>
<L>And <HI>Publique Faith</HI> hath Cheated all the Realme.</L>
<L>This (Ma&s;ter <HI>George</HI>) is your great <HI>Trades</HI><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A great &s;hip that u&s;ed to go to the Ea&s;t Indies, called the <HI>Trade's Encrea&s;e.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Enerea&s;e</HI></L>
<L>To Write, Raile, and di&s;turbe your Countryes Peace,</L>
<L>In Rime to render our <HI>Dread Soveraigne</HI> odious,</L>
<L>For your great profit hath&punc; been much commodious,</L>
<L>Had'&s;t thou not Writ, and Raild as thou ha&s;t done</L>
<L>Th'ad&s;t been no <HI>Captaine,</HI> Th'ad&s;t bin hangd as &s;oone;</L>
<L>The onely way to flouri&s;h, and goe brave,</L>
<L>Is to turne <HI>Rebell, Hipocrite and Knave,</HI></L>
<L>If I my &s;elfe, would but a Villaine be</L>
<L>I &s;hould be Mounted and prefer'd like thee.</L>
<L>Yet 'tis not feare of Heavens Eternall wrath</L>
<L>Or Hells dam'd Tortures, me re&s;trained hath,</L>
<L>But filiall feare of God, in me beares &s;way,</L>
<L>That I in love his Ordinance obay,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that doe not (I doe feare) their fate</L>
<L>Will be the portion of the Reprobate.</L>
<L>But whither <HI>Wither,</HI> doth my fancy &s;lee?</L>
<L>I ought not write in &s;erious phra&s;e to thee,</L>
<L>Thou precious mo&s;t pernicious <HI>Prelate</HI> hater</L>
<L>To <HI>Durhams</HI> Reverend <HI>Bi&s;hop</HI> thou wa&s;t <HI>Cater,</HI></L>
<L>Or Steward, where to make thy 'Compts &s;eem cleare,</L>
<L>Thou mad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">'&s;t two Monthes of <HI>July</HI> in one yeare,</L>
<L>And in the totall Reck'ning it was found</L>
<L>Thou Cheat'&s;t the <HI>Bi&s;hop</HI> of five hundred pound.<NOTE PLACE="marg">D^r <HI>How&s;er.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="7">
But thou did&s;t hold it for no &s;inne at all,</L>
<L>To Rob the Per&s;on that's <HI>Epi&s;copall.</HI></L>
<L>This is no Crime in thee or thy Compeeres,</L>
<L>Tub-Preaching Tinkers, Pedlars, Pulpitteeres,</L>
<L>Who&s;e be&s;t Religion, is mo&s;t irreligious,</L>
<L>Who think Church Spoylers are not &s;acrilegious,</L>
<L>Who hold the Clergy as &s;uperfluous People,</L>
<L>And make the <HI>Chancell</HI> ba&s;er then the Steeple.</L>
<L>The&s;e are as arrant Rogues as ever twangd</L>
<L>And I doe wi&s;h them in the Bell-ropes hangd.</L>
<L>But leaving unto God, the wronged Clergie</L>
<L>Now, with a fre&s;h Charge, <HI>Wither</HI> I mu&s;t charge ye,</L>
<L>And in a true way, I will make Relation,</L>
<L>That thy be&s;t Writings are Equivocation.</L>
<L>And that thy mind and <HI>Mu&s;e,</HI> were never friends&punc;</L>
<L>In any goodne&s;&s;e, but for private ends.</L>
<L>But leaving that a while, I will di&s;cour&s;e</L>
<L>And once i'le put <HI>the Cart before the Hor&s;e;</HI></L>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg">His Picture graven before &s;ome of his Books, the Commenda|tory Ver&s;es to the Picture, were written by him&s;elfe.</NOTE>Thy Picture to thy Bookes was Printed, put</L>
<L>With curious Workman&s;hip engrav'd and cut:</L>
<L>And Ver&s;es under it, were wi&s;ely pend</L>
<L>Which fooles &s;uppos'd were written by &s;ome friend,</L>
<L>Which God knowes, thou, I, and a Thou&s;and know,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e lines (thy &s;elfe prai&s;e) from thy &s;elfe did flow&punc;</L>
<L>Thou doted&s;t &s;o upon thine owne Effigies,</L>
<L>It look'd &s;o &s;mugge, Religious, Irreligious,</L>
<L>So Amiable Lovely, Sweet and Fine,</L>
<L>A Phi&s;nomie Poetique and Divine:</L>
<L>'Till (like <HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI>) gazing in that Brook,</L>
<L>Pride drown'd thee, in thy &s;elfe admiring Book.</L>
<L>Yet for your Valour, you de&s;erv'd much fame</L>
<L>You Conquer'd <HI>Farnham</HI> Ca&s;tle, and did tame</L>
<L>And vanqui&s;ht all the Cavaliers &s;o Bravely,</L>
<L>(Look in a Gla&s;&s;e, and you &s;hall &s;ee the Knave Lye)</L>
<L>A Dogge, two Cats, and an old Woeman were</L>
<L>Your oppo&s;ites, when as you entred there,</L>
<L>For which great &s;ervice, had your Ma&s;ters might,</L>
<L>And power withall; you had bin dubd a Knight.</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="7">
But 'tis no matter, they might doe as well,</L>
<L>They may Create you halfe a Colonell.</L>
<L>In <HI>Farnham Ca&s;tle,</HI> thou wa&s;t great Commander,</L>
<L>And Thought&s;t thy &s;elfe more great then <HI>Alexander,</HI></L>
<L>Yet in thy Carriage, Valour, Fa&s;hion, Forme,</L>
<L>Thou wa&s;t a Strong, Infirme, Stout, Feeble Worme.</L>
<L>For when thy Ma&s;ter Rebels call'd thee out,</L>
<L>With all thy fellowes of that damned Rout,</L>
<L>Thy Cowardi&s;e, thou finely did'&s;t di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>Thy &s;ight was dim, the blame was in thine Eyes,</L>
<L>For want of &s;ight, thou dur&s;t not &s;ee to Fight,</L>
<L>But like a Rebell Divell could&s;t &s;ee to Write.</L>
<L>'Tis well thou wa&s;t not Valiant, as thy Pen</L>
<L>Emblazons thee, th'had&s;t then bin Man of Men,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Agamemnon</HI> to thee were a Toy,</L>
<L>And Brave <HI>Achilles</HI> but a prating Boy.</L>
<L><HI>&V;ly&s;&s;es</HI> a poor Silly Stoick A&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">e,</L>
<L>And <HI>Hector</HI> for a Foole in Armes &s;hould pa&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Oh had'&s;t thou had the profit of thine Eyne,</L>
<L>Th'ad&s;t beaten purblind all the Worthies 9.</L>
<L>Thus blind with Ignorance, and Impudence,</L>
<L>And Wall-ey'de in thy &s;eared Con&s;cience,</L>
<L>Thy Goo&s;e-quill, hath Revil'd the King and Law,</L>
<L>When as thy Sword thou never dar'&s;t to draw,</L>
<L>For which from both &s;ides thou de&s;erv'&s;t a Fee,</L>
<L>A Triple Twi&s;t at the Triangle Tree.</L>
<L>And now I'le leave to fi&s;h in troubled Waters,</L>
<L>Let's talke a little of &s;ome other Matters;</L>
<L>'Tis knowne that once within the&s;e thirty yeares,</L>
<L>Thou wa&s;t in Jayle for &s;candalling &s;ome Peer<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">s,</L>
<L>And 'tis not lawfull for a Satyres Pen,</L>
<L>To wrong the Honours of particular Men,</L>
<L>Which you did, not for any hate you bore</L>
<L>To Vice or Villany, but that therefore</L>
<L>You would be famous, and to Prizen Committed,</L>
<L>Whereby you &s;eem'd mo&s;t wonderfully Witted.</L>
<L>There, in the Mar&s;hal&s;eas, whole flights of <HI>Gulls,</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Schi&s;matiques,</HI> of <HI>Cuckolds, Knaves</HI> and <HI>Trulls,</HI></L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="8">
In Droves and Heardes, in Pilgrimage they came&punc;</L>
<L>(As Er'&s;t Fooles did t'our Lady of <HI>Wal&s;ingham</HI>)</L>
<L>You were their <HI>Idoll Saint,</HI> and at your <HI>Shrine</HI></L>
<L>They offred <HI>Hecatombes</HI> of Coyne and Wine,</L>
<L>Sweet meates and Iunkets, (more then you could dreame)</L>
<L>Came flowing to you dayly like a &s;treame.</L>
<L>Thus to your <HI>Mill</HI> came tagge, ragge, great and &s;mall,</L>
<L>You Ground, and (with the <HI>Cogges</HI>) took toll of all.</L>
<L>At la&s;t to give &s;ome Ea&s;e unto your, <HI>Mill</HI></L>
<L>You were Relea&s;t from Priz'n again&s;t your will.</L>
<L>Then was your Pockets Trea&s;ure full to'th top,</L>
<L>Which (by degrees) might t'a Con&s;umption drop,</L>
<L>Then after that (by chance) met you and I</L>
<L>Where we us'de Complementall courte&s;y,</L>
<L><HI>And talkd of Poetry, and then I &s;ayd.</HI></L>
<L><HI>You (by the Mu&s;es favour) was well payd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil&s;t I (for my part) what &s;oe're I writ</HI></L>
<L><HI>Though men approved and applauded it,</HI></L>
<L><HI><HI>Yet</HI> fortune <HI>unto me, was &s;till unkind</HI></HI></L>
<L><HI>Bounty was fa&s;t a&s;leep, or hard to find,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Verbo&s;itie and Vapour was my Gaines</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Poverty the Portion of my Paines,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Though you found many an Ignorant</HI> Mecenas,</L>
<L><HI>Which made you fat, &s;till remain'd a</HI> Leane A&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Words like to tho&s;e, or much to this effect</L>
<L>I &s;pake, and you this An&s;wer did direct.</L>
<L>John, <HI>you must boldly doe, as I have don</HI></L>
<L><HI>Again&s;t great Per&s;ons let your Ver&s;es run,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Snarle at the State, and let your Satyre's pen</HI></L>
<L><HI>Write again&s;t Government, and Noblemen.</HI></L>
<L><HI>You mu&s;t run wilfully into offence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>What though they call it &s;awcy Impudence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;o Commit you for't, as they did me</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then &s;hall you Thrive, and be as you would be;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your Books would &s;ell, your &s;elfe get Coyn and Fame,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And then (like mine) Renown'd &s;hall be your Name.</HI></L>
<L>I doe not &s;ay our talke was punctuall &s;uch,</L>
<L>But what we &s;pake imported full as much.</L>
<L><PB N="9" REF="8">
By which may be perceiv'd thou Wrot'&s;t &s;oodly</L>
<L>Not out of Hatred unto Acts ungodly,</L>
<L>By in&s;inuation to intrude</L>
<L>Into th'affections of the Multitude.</L>
<L>Thus from poor witle&s;&s;e Lumps of Ignorance.</L>
<L>Thou gatt'&s;t Applau&s;e, Coyne, Cloaths, and Countenance.</L>
<L>As to their Co&s;t, the mo&s;t of them can prove</L>
<L>Thou Cheat'&s;t 'em of their Money and their love,</L>
<L>And now your <HI>Campo-Mu&s;ae</HI> hath found Grace</L>
<L>To grace you in a gracele&s;&s;e Captains Place.</L>
<L>Now dreadfull Warres, and Politique de&s;ignes</L>
<L>Are the Effects of thy Prophetique Lines:</L>
<L>Armes, mighty Armes, and &s;trange Redoubted deed<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Are th' I&s;&s;ues now that from thy Mu&s;e proceeds,</L>
<L>Th'a&s;t turnd thy <HI>Anagrams</HI> to <HI>Ambu&s;cadoes</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Diagrams</HI> to terrible <HI>Bravadoes,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Chronograms</HI> to horrible <HI>Stockadoes,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Epigrams</HI> to de&s;p'rate <HI>Imbrocadoes,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Di&s;ticks</HI> to <HI>Redoubts</HI> and <HI>Barricadoes,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Dactills</HI> and thy <HI>Spondees</HI> to Scalladoes,</L>
<L>Thy mea&s;ur'd ver&s;e to Marches and Soldadoes,</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Cantoes,</HI> and <HI>Acro&s;ticks</HI> to <HI>Granadoes,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Canzoes</HI> to <HI>Brigades,</HI> and <HI>Canva&s;adoes,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Dialogues</HI> to Brui&s;ing <HI>Ba&s;tinadoes,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Prologues</HI> to mo&s;t Barbarous <HI>Stab-adoes,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Catalogues</HI> to Vagrant <HI>Renegadoes,</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Epilogues</HI> to Warlike <HI>Pallizadoes,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Warwick</HI> playes th'u&s;urping <HI>Adelantade,</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Englands</HI> ruine rules the Kings <HI>Armado,</HI></L>
<L>But 'tis my hope your ends will prove <HI>Mockad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">,</HI></L>
<L>Not worth a ragge of rotten welch <HI>Freezado,</HI></L>
<L>And thou e&s;teemed le&s;&s;e then a <HI>Lantzprezado.</HI></L>
<L>For if thou dur&s;t lay by thy cur&s;ed Spleen,</L>
<L>And &s;peak but Loyally of King and Queen,</L>
<L>Cea&s;e to bely the Lords, and but deny</L>
<L>Thou never &s;landred'&s;t them with Papi&s;try;</L>
<L>Cea&s;e to Abu&s;e the Bi&s;hops, and the Tribe</L>
<L>Of &s;acred <HI>Levi,</HI> cea&s;e thou cur&s;ed <HI>Scribe,</HI></L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="9">
T'applaud foule Trea&s;on, and approve all tho&s;e,</L>
<L>That to Gods Church the King, and Peace are foes:</L>
<L>Seek but thy Countreys Peace in word and deed,</L>
<L>Thy Mai&s;ters then will hang thee for thy Meede,</L>
<L>Be but an Hone&s;t man two daies together,</L>
<L>No more a Captain then, but Poor <HI>George Wither.</HI></L>
<L>Should I but an&s;wer every Lye and Line,</L>
<L>In that Ba<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">e Balderda&s;h poor <HI>Thing</HI> of thine,</L>
<L>I might b'accounted &s;o, &s;o, Thus and Thus,</L>
<L>An A&s;&s;e impertinent, <HI>Voluminus,</HI></L>
<L>A Murderer of Paper, a time Wa&s;ter,</L>
<L>A Folio Foole, a <HI>Zany Poeta&s;ter,</HI></L>
<L>Thy Api&s;h Coxcombe (in thy imitation,</L>
<L>Like thee) the Squirt-Rime of our Troubled Nation,</L>
<L>One of the Sages of Old <HI>Gothams</HI> Clarkes</L>
<L>That makes reply to every dog that Barkes.</L>
<L>H're I'le &s;o be thy means for Maintenance,</L>
<L>Let thy Applauders dye in Ignorance,</L>
<L>For 'tis mo&s;t probable thy jeeres and Lying,</L>
<L>Thou wrot'&s;t in hope of Gaine by my Replying.</L>
<L>And if men truly would thy Book examine,</L>
<L>There may they find both Sen&s;e and Rea&s;ons famine,</L>
<L>All broken Numbers, fractions, faction, fictions,</L>
<L>Meer Mutabilities, &s;elfe Contradictions,</L>
<L><HI>In Dock, out Nettle,</HI> here, there, every where,</L>
<L>And in conclu&s;ion, no where, here nor there,</L>
<L>The Phra&s;e where with thy Ver&s;e are Beawtifide,</L>
<L>Is onely where the King is Vileifide,</L>
<L>And that for which thou mo&s;t art Gratifide,</L>
<L>Hath made a Thou&s;and fooles mi&s;-edifide;</L>
<L>With impudence thou art &s;o fortifide,</L>
<L>And with Hipocri&s;ie &s;o Quallifide,</L>
<L>And (to the World) thy &s;elfe ha&s;t ju&s;tifide,</L>
<L>That from the World thou art cleane Mortifide,</L>
<L>All which thy Boa&s;ting Rimes have certifide,</L>
<L>For under thine own hand 'tis Te&s;tifide,</L>
<L>And by a crew of Rebels Notifide,</L>
<L>(Such as with Ignorance are Stupifide)</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="9">
That tho&s;e bad times &s;o fowle and Putrifide,</L>
<L>By thy rare Writings are much purifide:</L>
<L>And as we finde by warre &s;o mundifide,</L>
<L>Vnparallel'd and unexemplifide,</L>
<L>(Or at the lea&s;t &s;o neatly rectifide)</L>
<L>That thou de&s;erve&s;t to be &s;tellifide,</L>
<L>Or Idoliz'd and almo&s;t Deifide,</L>
<L>In the mean time thy fame is Magnifide,</L>
<L>Thy per&s;on wondred at, and dignifide,</L>
<L>And (if they could) thou &s;hould'&s;t be &s;atisfide,</L>
<L>(Although them&s;elves were double Damnifide)</L>
<L>Thy Female faire, adorn'd and turpifide,</L>
<L>Should, for thy &s;ervices be Ladifide:</L>
<L>All this by Fooles and Rebels Ratifide,</L>
<L>Is by all wi&s;e men &s;corn'd and Nullifide.</L>
<L>Our Mi&s;eries thou ha&s;t not mollifide,</L>
<L>Thou our ealamities ha&s;t amplifide,</L>
<L>And this my Satyr's La&s;h hath verifide.</L>
<L>This thou mai&s;t &s;ee, and this thou mu&s;t allow,</L>
<L>I can Rand words, and Rime as well as thou:</L>
<L>Speak and write Non&s;ence, even by thy example,</L>
<L>(Though not like thine Admir'd abroad &s;o ample)</L>
<L>Like to the inundation of a flame,</L>
<L>Or like a Mad Lord, never out of frame,</L>
<L>Or like the Entrailes of a purple Snaile,</L>
<L>Or like the wagging of the Dog-&s;tarres Taile,</L>
<L>Or like the Fro&s;t and Snow that falls in <HI>June,</HI></L>
<L>Or like &s;weet Mu&s;ique, that was ne're in Tune:</L>
<L>Or like a Ship that wants &s;ides, Stem and Keele,</L>
<L>Or like the Marrow-bones of Fortunes Wheele,</L>
<L>Even &s;uch is <HI>Wither,</HI> like all the&s;e or nothing,</L>
<L>Yet like him&s;elfe, in every good mans Loathing.</L>
<L>And is not this rare Non&s;ence, prethee tell,</L>
<L>Much like thy writing, if men marke it well:</L>
<L>For Non&s;ence is Rebellion, and thy writing,</L>
<L>Is nothing but Rebellious Warres inciting.</L>
<L>Ba&s;e Scandall, Lyes, and Di&s;obedience,</L>
<L>Is mo&s;t Ridiculous, and poor Non&s;ence,</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="10">
Ther's nothing is true &s;en&s;e, but what is true,</L>
<L>And Hanging is good &s;en&s;e for &s;uch as you.</L>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> made not thee his onely Hoire</L>
<L>In Poetry, I gat &s;ome part for my &s;hare,</L>
<L>And though, with Art thou partly art endo'wd,</L>
<L>Yet God and Nature, me &s;ome Guifte allow'd:</L>
<L>Which I (as my poor Tallent will extend)</L>
<L>To Vindicate my wronged King I'le &s;pend.</L>
<L>Nor am I bound (what e're thou may'&s;t &s;ugge&s;t)</L>
<L>To think mong&s;t <HI>Englands</HI> Poets thou art be&s;t,</L>
<L>Thy Ver&s;es many wayes applauded are</L>
<L>Yet many that Boa&s;t le&s;&s;e may reach as farre.</L>
<L>Doth all invention in thy Braine Con&s;i&s;t,</L>
<L>Art thou the Bounds, the Limits and the Li&s;t,</L>
<L>The <HI>Longitude</HI> of Wit and Hone&s;ty,</L>
<L>The <HI>Latitude</HI> of true Integrity;</L>
<L>Art thou th' <HI>Hyporbole</HI> wonder, who&s;e Rare Partes</L>
<L>Is <HI>Non Plus &V;ltra,</HI> of all <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 word"> and Arte<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>Art thou all this, the Devill thou art. Bragge on,</L>
<L>My &s;elfe once gat a Sippe of <HI>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">llicon,</HI></L>
<L>Which with Enthu&s;ia&s;mes did infu&s;e</L>
<L>Into my Braines &s;ome Rap'ts of every Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>And therefore, I am &s;ure, thou ha&s;t not all,</L>
<L>I have my Portion too (although but &s;mall.)</L>
<L>Which i'ft t'were le&s;&s;e by halfe, I dare a&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="tech" EXTENT="1 letter">ay,</L>
<L>To Cope with thee, in any Loyall way.</L>
<L>But to write Ver&s;e, that may Rebellion breed</L>
<L>There in thou art too hard for me indeed.</L>
<L>In the meane &s;pace, Thou Pigmey Impe of Warr,</L>
<L>Rodomontado, Champion for the <HI>Par</HI>-<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The&s;e words are purpo&s;ely clo|ven or &s;plit, for the under|&s;tanding of the Learned, Illiterate, Grave, Ridi|culous Rea|der.</NOTE></L>
<L><HI>Lament,</HI> we grieve for grieved <HI>Englands</HI> woe,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t every true Man's driven from his <HI>Po</HI>-*</L>
<L><HI>Se&s;&s;ions</HI> may try tho&s;e Knaves that look &s;o big;</L>
<L>And then 'tis ten to one, but Hone&s;t <HI>Grig</HI>-*</L>
<L><HI>Or I,</HI> in Lofty Ver&s;e thy prai&s;e &s;hall Sing,</L>
<L>And Thou high Mounted to thy Merits, Swing.</L>
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