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won,
    And what they did was honest and well done.
    But since this title honour hath been us’d,
    Our weake credulity hath been abus’d;
    The golden laws of nature are repeald,
    Which our first Fathers in such reverence held;
    Our liberty revers’d and Charter’s gone,
    And we made servants to opinion,
    A monster in no certain shape attir’d,
    And whose originall is much desir’d,
    Formlesse at first, but growing on it fashions,
    And doth prescribe manners and laws to nations.
    Here love receiv’d immedicable harmes,
    And was dispoiled of his daring armes.
    A greater want then is his daring eyes,
    He lost those awfull wings with which he flies;
    His sinewy bow, and those immortall darts
    Wherewith he’is wont to bruise resisting hearts;
    Onely some few strong in themselves and free
    Retain the seeds of antient liberty,
    Following that part of love although deprest,
    And make a throne for him within their brest,
    In spight of modern censures him avowing
    Their Soveraigne, all service him allowing.
    Amongst which troop although I am the least,
    Yet equall in perfection with the best,
    I glory in subjection of his hand,
    Nor ever did decline his least command:
    For in whatever forme the message came
    My heart did open and receive the same.
    But time will in his course a point discry
    When I this loved service must deny.
    For our allegiance temporary is,
    With firmer age returnes our liberties.
    What time in years and judgement we repos’d,
    Shall not so easily be to change dispos’d
    Nor to the art of severall eyes obeying,
    But beauty with true worth securely weighing,
    Which being found assembled in some one
    Wee’l leave her ever, and love her alone.

SATIRES
SATYRE I
    Away thou fondling motley humorist,
    Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,
    Consorted with these few bookes, let me lye
    In prison, and here be coffin’d, when I dye;
    Here are Gods conduits, grave Divines; and here
    Natures Secretary, the Philosopher;
    And jolly Statesmen, which teach how to tie
    The sinewes of a cities mistique bodie;
    Here gathering Chroniclers, and by them stand
    Giddie fantastique Poëts of each land.
    Shall I leave all this constant company,
    And follow headlong, wild uncertaine thee?
    First sweare by thy best love in earnest
    (If thou which lov’st all, canst love any best)
    Thou wilt not leave mee in the middle street,
    Though some more spruce companion thou dost meet
    Not though a Captaine do come in thy way
    Bright parcell gilt, with forty dead mens pay,
    Not though a briske perfum’d piert Courtier
    Deigne with a nod, thy courtesie to answer.
    Nor come a velvet Justice with a long
    Great traine of blew coats, twelve, or fourteen strong,
    Wilt thou grin or fawne on him, or prepare
    A speech to Court his beautious sonne and heire!
    For better or worse take mee, or leave mee:
    To take, and leave mee is adultery.
    Oh monstrous, superstitious puritan,
    Of refin’d manners, yet ceremoniall man,
    That when thou meet’st one, with enquiring eyes
    Dost search, and like a needy broker prize
    The silke, and gold he weares, and to that rate
    So high or low, dost raise thy formall hat:
    That wilt consort none, untill thou have knowne
    What lands hee hath in hope, or of his owne,
    As though all thy companions should make thee
    Jointures, and marry thy deare company.
    Why should’st thou that dost not onely approve,
    But in ranke itchie lust, desire, and love
    The nakednesse and barenesse to enjoy,
    Of thy plumpe muddy whore, or prostitute boy
    Hate vertue, though shee be naked, and bare?
    At birth, and death, our bodies naked are;
    And till our Soules be unapparrelled
    Of bodies, they from blisse are banished.
    Mans first blest state was naked, when by sinne
    Hee lost that, yet hee was cloath’d but in beasts skin,
    And in this course attire, which I now weare,
    With God, and with the Muses I conferre.
    But since thou like a contrite penitent,
    Charitably warn’d of thy sinnes, dost repent
    These vanities, and giddinesse,