Our better thoughts with your hypocrisy; Or, by the ever-living verity! I'll strip you nak'd, and whip you with my rhymes, Causing your shame to live to after-times. 130 [566] An old proverbial saying. [567] Ed. 1598 "guildeth." [568] Ed. 1599 "rest." [569] The allusion is to Drayton's _Mortimeriados_ originally published in 1596 (and republished in 1603, with many alterations, under the title of the _Baron's Wars_). [570] Befouls. The word is ridiculed in _The Poetaster_. [571] Baboon.--Old eds. "Babilon." [572] "Non lædere, sed ludere: non lanea, sed linea: non ictus, sed nictus potius."--Marginal note in old eds. [573] See note, vol. i. p. 35. [574] Get goods on credit. [575] A piece of ordnance. [576] Gluttony.--The word is not uncommon. SATIRE X.[577] _Satira Nova._ _Stultorum plena sunt omnia._ TO HIS VERY FRIEND, MASTER E. G. From out the sadness of my discontent, Hating my wonted jocund merriment (Only to give dull time a swifter wing), Thus scorning scorn, of idiot fools I sing. I dread no bending of an angry brow, Or rage of fools that I shall purchase now; Who'll scorn to sit in rank of foolery, When I'll be master of the company? For prithee, Ned, I prithee, gentle lad, Is not he frantic, foolish, bedlam mad, 10 That wastes his sprite, that melts his very brain In deep designs, in wit's dark gloomy strain? That scourgeth great slaves with a dreadless fist, Playing the rough part of a satirist, To be perused by all the dung-scum rabble Of thin-brain'd idiots, dull, incapable, For mimic apish scholars, pedants, gulls, Perfumed inamoratos, brothel-trulls? Whilst I (poor soul) abuse chaste virgin time, Deflow'ring her with unconceived rhyme. 20 "Tut, tut; a toy of an idle empty brain, Some scurril jests, light gewgaws, fruitless, vain," Cries beard-grave Dromus; when, alas! God knows His toothless gums ne'er chaw but outward shows. Poor budge-face,[578] bowcase sleeve: but let him pass; "Once fur and beard shall privilege an ass." And tell me, Ned, what might that gallant be, Who, to obtain intemperate luxury, Cuckolds his elder brother, gets an heir, By which his hope is turnèd to despair? 30 In faith (good Ned), he damn'd himself with cost; For well thou know'st full goodly land was lost. I am too private. Yet methinks an ass Rhymes well with _viderit utilitas_; Even full as well, I boldly dare aver, As any of that stinking scavenger Which from his dunghill be dedaubèd on The latter page of old _Pygmalion_. O that this brother of hypocrisy (Applauded by his pure fraternity) 40 Should thus be puffèd, and so proud insist