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FIRST adventure', with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despight: I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English Satyrist. Envy wayts on my backe, Truth on my side: Envy will be my page, and truth my guide. Envy the margent holds, and truth the line : Truth doth approve, but envy doth repine. For in this smoothing age who durst indite Hath made his pen a hyred parasite, To claw the back of him that beastly lives, And pranck: base men in proud superlatives. Whence damned vice is shrouded quite from shame And crown'd with virtue's meed, immortal name! Infamy dispossest of native due, Ordain'd of old on looser life to sue: The world's eye bleared with those shameless lyes, Mask'd in the shew of meal-mouth'd poesies. Go, daring Muse, on with thy thanklesse taske, And do the ugly face of vice unmaske: And if thou canst not thine high flight remit, So as it mought a lowly Satyre fit, Let lowly Satyres rise aloft to thee: Truth be thy speed, and truth thy patron bee.
I first adventure-Book ii. Sat. 7, our author implies the previous existence of other Satirists.
-Thou brairt-sick tale Of old astrology : where didst thou vaile Thy cursed head thus long, that so it mist
The black bronds of SOME SHARPER SATYRIST? That he introduced Genuine Satire among us, may be readily granted ; but not that he was the First Satirist. E. It appears, however, from his Postscript, that he had seen no English Satires; and only those of Ariosto, and « one base French Sa. tire,” of modern writers.
? Pranck-Dress out.
Nor ladie's wanton love, nor wand'ring knight, Legend' I out in rymes all richly dight. Nor fright the reader with the pagan vaunt Of mightie Mahound, and great Termagaunt '. Nor list I sonnet of my mistresse face, To paint some Blowesse with a borrow'd
grace, Nor can I bide to pen some hungrie Scene For thick-skin eares, and undiscerning eyne. Nor ever could my scornfull Muse abide With tragick shooes her ankles for to hide. Nor can I crouch, and writhe my fauning tayle To some great patron, for my best avayle.. Such hunger-starven, trencher-poetry", Or, let it never live, or timely dye:
Nor under every bank and every tree, Speak rymes unto my oten minstralsie : Nor caroll out so pleasing lively laies, As mought the Graces move my mirth to praise. Trumpet, and reeds, and socks, and buskins fine", I them bequeath : whose statues wand'ring twine Of yvy, mixt with bayes, circlen' around; Their living temples likewise laurell-bound. Rather had I, albee in carelesse rymes, Check the mis-ord'red world, and lawlesse tymes. Nor need I crave the Muse's mid-wifry, To bring to light so worth-lesse poetry: Or, if we list, what baser Muse can bide, To sit and sing by Grantae's naked side? They haunt the tyded Thames and salt Medway, Ere since the fame of their late bridall day.". Nought have we here but willow-shaded shore", To tell our Grant his banks are left forlore".
WhiloME " the Sisters Nine were vestall maides, And held their temple in the secret shades
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Trumpet, and reeds, and socks, and buskins fine, I them bequeath : whose statues wand'ring twine of yvy, mixt with bayes, circlen around
Their living temples likewise laurell-bound. A beautiful imitation of the Prologue to Persius's Satires
Heliconidasque pallidamque Pyrenen Illis remitto, quorum imagines lumbunt
Hederæ sequaces. E. I them bequeath-The Oxford Editor refers this to the Earl of Surrey, Wyat, Sid- ney, Dyer, &c.
Whose statues wand'ring twine &c.
Whose stalues th’ wand'ring twine &c. W. circlen-encircle. 10 They haunt the tyded Thames and salt Medway,
Ere since the fame of their late bridall day : Alluding to Spenser's beautiful episode, in the Fairy Queen, B. iv. Canto 11, on the marriage of the Thames and Medway. E.
-Willow-shaded shore. Willows, the types of desertion. W. See the close of Sat. 4. of this Book.
1 forlore--forlorn. 13 In this Satire our author poetically laments that the Nine Muses are no longer Vestal Virgins.
W. 1* Whilome--formerly.
Of faire Parnassus, that two-headed hill, Whose auncient fame the southern world did fill: And, in the steed of their eternall flame, Was the coole streame, that tooke his endles name, From out the fertile hoofe of winged steed. There did they sit, and do their holy deed, That pleas'd both heav'n and earth til that of late Whom should I fault's ? or the most righteous fate, Or heav'n or men, or fiend, or ought beside, That ever made that foule mischance betide? Some of the Sisters in securer shades Defloured were : And, ever since, disdaining sacred shame, Done ought that might their heav'nly stock defame Now is Pernassus turned to a stewes, And on bay-stocks the wanton myrtle grewes ; Cythêron ħill's become a brothel-bed, And Pyrene sweet turnd to a poison'd head Of cole-black puddle, whose infectuous staine Corrupteth all the lowly fruitfull plaine ; Their modest stole'', to garish looser weed, Deck’t with love-favors, their late whordom's meed: And, where they wont sip of the simple flood, Now tosse they bowles of Bacchus' boyling blood I marvell'd much, with doubtfull jealousie, Whence came such litturs of new poetrie: Mee thought I fear’d, least the hors-hoofed well His native banks did proudly over-swell In some late discontent, thence to ensue Such wondrous rablements of rim-sters new : But, since, I saw it painted on Fame's wings, The Muses to be woren 18 Wantonings. Each bush, each bank, and ech base apple-squire Can serve to sate their beastly lewd desire. Ye bastard poets, see your pedigree, From common trulls and loathsom brothelry!
SATIRE III. With some pot-fury, ravisht from their wit, They sit and muse on some no-vulgar writ.
-fault_blame. 16 Pyrene-Two syllables. E.
-stole-garment. -woxen-become.
-apple-squire.-A cant term, formerly in use to denote a pimp. "Of her gentleman-usher I became her Apple-Squire, to hold the door, and keep centinel at tayerns.” Nabbe's Microcosmus, quoted by Mason in his Supplement to Johnson.
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