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| Satira .1a. |
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| Awaie thou Changling, motley Humorist. [f. 8] |
| Leave mee, and in thy standing woodden Chest |
| Consorted with these fewe Bookes, lett mee lye |
| In prison, and heere bee coffin'd when I dye. |
| Heere are Gods Conduits, grave Diuines, and heere |
| Natures Secretarie, the Philosopher. |
| And iollie-States-Men, wch teach how to tie |
| The Sinewes of a Citties mistique-Bodie. |
| Heere gathering-Cronocliers, and by them stand |
| Giddie fantastique Poets of each land. |
| Shall I leave all this constant Companie |
| And follow headlong, wild, vncertaine Thee? |
| First sweare by thy best love in earnest, |
| (If thou which lovest all, can'st love anie best,) |
| Thou wilt not leave mee in the Middle-Street, |
| Thoughe some more spruce Companion thou doe* meete, |
| Not, thoughe a Captaine doe come in thy waie, |
| Bright parcell-guilt with fortie dead-Mens paie; |
| Nor thoughe a briske-perfum'd-pert-Courtier |
| Deigne with a nodd thy Courtesie to answer; |
| Nor come a Veluett-Iustice with a long |
| Great Trayne of blewe-Coates twelve, or thirteene* strong, |
| Shalt thou grinne, and faune on him, or prepare |
| A speech to court his bewtious Sonne, and Heire. |
| For better or worse, take mee, or leave mee; |
| To take, and leave mee is Adulterie.
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[CW: Oh] |