[105 Where's _&c._ _Ed:_ Where's th'old landlords troops, and almes, great hals? _1633_, _Lec_, _N_, _TCD_ (_but_ hals _MSS._): Where the old landlords troops, and almes? In hals _1635-69_, _L74_, _O'F:_ Where the old landlords troopes and almes? In great halls _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _H51_, _HN_, _P_, _Q_, _S_, _W_ (_but the punctuation is very irregular, and some have_ 's _after_ Where). _See note_] [107 Equally I hate;] Equallie hate, _Q_ hate; _Ed:_ hate, _1633:_ hate. _1635-69_ meanes bless; _1633_, _A25_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _H51_, _JC_, _L74_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _TCD_, _W:_ Meane's blest. _1635-69_, _Cy_, _S_, _S96_ (_altered to_ is blest). _See note_] [111 in wardrops; _1633:_ wardrobes. _1635-69_] [112 statute lawes. _1633-54 and all MSS.:_ statutes jawes. _1669_, _Chambers_] _Satyre III._ Kinde pitty chokes my spleene; brave scorn forbids Those teares to issue which swell my eye-lids; I must not laugh, nor weepe sinnes, and be wise, Can railing then cure these worne maladies? Is not our Mistresse faire Religion, 5 As worthy of all our Soules devotion, As vertue was to the first blinded age? Are not heavens joyes as valiant to asswage Lusts, as earths honour was to them? Alas, As wee do them in meanes, shall they surpasse 10 Us in the end, and shall thy fathers spirit Meete blinde Philosophers in heaven, whose merit Of strict life may be imputed faith, and heare Thee, whom hee taught so easie wayes and neare To follow, damn'd? O if thou dar'st, feare this; 15 This feare great courage, and high valour is. Dar'st thou ayd mutinous Dutch, and dar'st thou lay Thee in ships woodden Sepulchers, a prey To leaders rage, to stormes, to shot, to dearth? Dar'st thou dive seas, and dungeons of the earth? 20 Hast thou couragious fire to thaw the ice Of frozen North discoueries? and thrise Colder then Salamanders, like divine Children in th'oven, fires of Spaine, and the line, Whose countries limbecks to our bodies bee, 25 Canst thou for gaine beare? and must every hee Which cryes not, Goddesse, to thy Mistresse, draw, Or eate thy poysonous words? courage of straw! O desperate coward, wilt thou seeme bold, and To thy foes and his (who made thee to stand 30 Sentinell in his worlds garrison) thus yeeld, And for forbidden warres, leave th'appointed field? Know thy foes: The foule Devill (whom thou Strivest to please,) for hate, not love, would allow Thee faine, his whole Realme to be quit; and as 35 The worlds all parts wither away and passe, So the worlds selfe, thy other lov'd foe, is In her decrepit wayne, and thou loving this, Dost love a withered and worne strumpet; last, Flesh (it selfes death) and joyes which flesh can taste, 40