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Breath'd by Etesian winds : 'The briskest nectar
Shall be his drink ; and all th' ambrosian cates
Art can devise for wanton appetite,
Furnish his banquet : As his senses tire,
Vary the object : Let delight be link'd
So in a circled chain, no end may see;
Pleasure is only my eternity.

Nabbs's Microcosmus.
Thy life hath hitherto been, my dear husband
But a disease to thee; thou hast indeed
Mov'd on the earth, like other creeping worms
Who take delight in worldly surfeits, heat
Their blood with lufts, their limbs with proud attires;
Fed on their change of sins ; that do not use
Their pleasure, but enjoy them ; enjoy them fully,
In streams that are most sensual, and persevere
To live so till they die, and to die never.

Henry Shirley's Martyr'd Soldier. There, in her den, lay pompous luxury, Stretch'd out at length; no vice could boast such high And gen’ral victories as she had won : Of which, proud trophies there at large were shewn. Besides small states and kingdoms ruined, Those mighty monarchys, that had o'erspread The spacious earth, and stretch'd their conq’ring arms From pole to pole, by her ensnaring charms Were quite consum'd : There lay imperial Rome, That vanquish'd all the world, by her o'ercome : Fetter'd was th' old Assyrian lion there ; The Græcian leopard, and the Persian bear ; With others numberless, lamenting by : Examples of the power of luxury.

May's Henry II. It is a shame, that man, that has the seeds Of virtue in him, springing unto glory, Should make his soul degenerous with sin, And Nave to luxury ; to drown his fpirits In lees of floth ; to yield up the weak day


To wine, to luft, and banquets.
I would have you proceed, and seek for fame
In brave exploits; like those, that snatch their honour
Out of the talons of the Roman eagle,
And pull her golden feathers in the field :
Those are brave men ;, not you, that stay at home,
And dress yourself up, like a pageant,
With thousand antick and exotick shapes ;
That make an idol of a looking glass,
Sprucing yourselves two hours by it, with such
Gestures, and postures, that a waiting wench
Would be asham’d of you ; and then come forth
T" adorn your miftress fan, or tell your dream ;
Ravish a kiss from her white glove, and then
Compare it with her hand; to praise her gown,
Her tire, and discourse of the fashion ;
Make discov'ry, which lady paints, which not ;
Which lord plays best at gleek, which best at Racket:
These are fine elements

Marmyon's Holland's Leaguer. Tilting the day, mafquing the night chas'd thence ;

Perfumes did raise sweet mists in ev'ry room, To keep the air in awe of the nice sense :

Atraliek garments cloath'd each fwagg'ring groom ; Rich Tyrian arras ev'ry wall hung round, With medals in old Gaul or Carthage found. Scorning there ord'nary Corinthian plate,

Men quaft in stone, at dearer prices fold, At Iv'ry tables, or wood of high'r rate;

They eat on quilted beds of filk and gold : Their wanton tastes had only in request, Newest and rarest things, though not the best. The feather'd river Phafis, could not yield

Them fowl enough ; nor Oysters Lucrine lake ;
They spring each thicket, fowl each bush and field,

All seas they draw, all ponds in nets they take :
Circe's too nature's larder do they seek,
To please the witty glutton of a week.

Lachrymæ chrifti flow'd down, and the blood

of Tuscan grapes fwelld high each jovial mind: Had nature loit her species; air her brood ;

Water her spawn; here might they feek, and find. Apicus, a Carthufian was to these, And Æsop's platter a poor scholar's mess.

Baron. War destroys men, but luxury mankind At once corrupts; the body and the mind.

Crown's Caligula. L r I N G. Two Beggars told me, I could not miss my way. Will poor folks lie, That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis A punishment, or trial ? yes, no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapfe in fullness Is forer, than to lie for need ; and falihood Is worse in kings, than beggars :

Shakespear's Cymbeline. He will lie like a lapwing; when the flies Far from her sought neft ; ftill, here 'tis, she cries.

Chapman's Revenge of Bulsey D'ambois. Lies hide our sins like nets; like perspectives, They draw offences nearer, still and greater.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Lover's Progress. Take heed of lies: truth, though it trouble some minds, Some wicked minds, that are both dark and dangerous, Yet it preserves itself; comes off pure, and innocent : And like the sun, though never so eclips’d, Must break in glory.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Sea Voyage. That ord'nary commotioner the lie Is father of most quarrels in this climate.

Middleton and Rowley's Fair Quarrel. Dare to be true ; nothing can need a lie : A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.



When Mendacio hath invention on the
One hand, and remembrance on the other,
As he'll be sure never to be found with
Truth in his mouth ; so he scorns to be
Taken in a lie.

1. In the city I'm honour'd like a god;
None so well acquainted with your tradesmen:
Your lawyers, all the term time hire me of
My lady: your gallants, if they hear my
Náme abus'd, they itab for my fake: your trav'llers
So dote upon me as they pass------0! they have good
Reason ; for I have carry'd them to many
A good meal under the countenance of
My familiarity : nay, your statesmen have
Oftentimes closely convey'd me under
Their tongues, to make their policies more current :
As for old men, they challenge my company
By authority. When I am dispos'd, I can
Philosophy it in the university,
With the subtileit of them all.
2, I cannot be persuaded that thou art
Acquainted with scholars, ever since thou wert
Press'd to death in a printing-house.
1. No, I was the firit founder of the three
Sects of philosophy, except one of the
Peripateticks, who acknowledge Aristotle
I confets their great grandfather,
2. Thou boy ! how is this posible? thou art
But a child, and there were fects of
Philosophy before thou wert born.
1. Appetitus, thou miltak'tt me; I tell thee
Three thousand years ago was Mendacio
Born in Greece, nurst in Creet, and ever since
Honour'd ev'ry where : I'll be sworn I held
Old Homer's pen, when he writ his Iliads,
And his Ody/fes.
2. Thou hadit need, for I hear say he was blind.

1. I help'd Herodotus to pen some part of
His Mules ; lent Pliny ink to write his
Hift'ry; rounded Rabalais in the ear
When he historify'd Pantagruel :
As for Lucian, I was his genius ; O those
Those two books De vera hiftoriâ,
Howsoever they go under his name,
I'll be sworn I writ them ev'ry tittle !
2. Sure as I am hungry, thou'lt have it for
Lying. But halt thou rusted this latter
Time for want of exercise ?
!. Nothing less; I must confess, I would fain have
Jogg’d Stow and great Hollingshed on their
Elbows, when they were about their Chronicles ;
And as I remember, Sir John Mandevil's
Travels, and a great many of the decads
Were of my doing : But for the mirrour
of knighthood, Bevis of Southampton,
Palmerin of England, Amadis of Gaul, Huen
De Burdeaux, Sir Guy of Warwick, Martin
Marprolate, Robinhood, Garragantua,
Gerillion, and a thousand such exquisite
Monuments as these, no doubt but they breath
On my breath up and down.
2. Downwards I swear, for there's stinking lies in them.
1. But why should I light a candle to the
Bright sunshine of my glorious renown ;
The whole world is full of Mendacio's fame!

Man is a foolish pamphlet, full of lies ;
Lies are his hopes, and lies are all his joys:
Some promise him to come, and some to stay ;
Those never come, and these fly falt away.

Crown's Second Part of the Destruction of Jerusalem.

M A D.

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