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Satires, and Other Poems

Name: Satires, and Other Poems
Author: Joseph Hall
ISBN: 9781130196504

by Joseph Hall

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1838 Excerpt: ...his maiden-head, And eats chast lettice, and drinks poppy-seed, And smells on camphire fasting; and, that done, Long hath he liv'd, chaste as a vailed nunne; Free as a new-absolved damosell, That Frere Cornelius shrived in his cell: Till, now he wax'd a toothlesse bachelour, He thaws like Chaucer's frosty Janivere; And sets a month's mind upon smiling May, And dyes his beard that did his age bewray; Biting on annys-seede and rose-marine, Which might the fume of his rot lungs refine: Now he in Charon's barge a bride doth seeke, The maidens mocke, and call him withered leeke, That with a greene tayle hath an hoary head; And now he would, and now he cannot wed. SATIRE V. STUPET ALDUS SRE. Would now that Matho were the Satyrist, That some fat bribe might grease him in the fist; Confessed. »zi22y For which he need not brawl at any bar, Nor kisse the booke to be a perjurer: Who else would scorne his silence to have sold, And have his tongue tyed with strings of gold? Curius is dead, and buried long since, And all that loved golden Abstinence. Might he not well repine at his old fee, Would he but spare to speake of usury i Hirelings enow beside can be so base, Tho' we should scorne each bribing varlet's brasse: Yet he and I could shun each jealous head, Sticking our thumbs close to our girdle-stead: Tho' were they manicled behind our backe, Another's fist can serve our fees to take. Yet pursy Euclio, cheerly smiling, pray'd That my sharp words might curtal their side trade: For thousands beene in every governall That live by losse, and rise by others' fall. Whatever sickly sheepe so secret dies, But some foule raven hath bespoke his eyes? What else makes N, when his lands are spent, Go shaking like a threadbare malecontent; Whose band-lesse bonnet vailes his ...