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| Satyra.1.a| |
| Away thou changeling motley humorist, [f. 2] |
| Leaue me, and in this standing wodden chest |
| Consorted wth these few bookes, lett me ly |
| In prison, and here be coffind, when I dy. |
| Here are Gods conduits graue Diuines: & here |
| Natures Secretary, the Philosopher. |
| And ioly Statesmen, wch teach how to ty |
| The Sinews of a Citties mistique body. |
| Here gathering Chroniclers, and by them stand |
| Giddy fantastique Poets of each Land. |
| Shall I leaue all this constant companee |
| And follow headlong, wild, vncertaine thee? |
| First sweare by thy best loue in earnest |
| (If thou wch Lovst all, canst loue any best) |
| Thou wilt not leaue me in ye middle Street |
| Though some more spruce companion thou do meet. |
| Not though a Captane do come in thy way |
| Bright parcell-guilt wt forty dead mens pay. |
| Nor though a briske perfum'd pert Courtier |
| Deigne wt a nod thy curtesy to answer. |
| Nor come a veluet Iustice wt a long |
| Great traine of blew-cotes 12 or 14 strong, |
| Shallt thou girne and fawne on him, or prepare |
| A Speach to court his bewteous Sone and heire. |
| For better and worse take me, or leaue mee |
| To take and leaue me, is adulteree. |
| O Monster, superstitious Puritane |
| Of refind manners, yet ceremonial man. |
| That when thou meetst one, wt inquyring eyes |
| Dost search, and like a needy broker prize |
| The silke and gould he weares, and to that rate |
| So high or low dost vaile thy formall hatt. |
| That wilt consort none, vntill thou haue knowen |
| What Lands he hath in hope, or of his owne. |
| As though all thy companions should make thee |
| Ioyntures, and mary thy deare companee. |