LAMPATHO

God morrow Sinior. Sir I protest I not only take distinct notice of your deer rarities of exterior presence, but also I protest I am most vehe mently inamor'd, and very passionately dote on your inward adornments and habilities of spirit, I protest I shall be proud to do you most obsequious vassalage. I protest I shall be proud to give you proof, I hold a most religious affiance with your love. Let me not live else, I protest I will strain my utmost sineus, in strengthening your precious estimate, I protest, I will do all rights in all good offices that friendship can touch, or am plest virtue deserve. Oh in that last suit gentle Lauerdure, Visit my lodging: by Appollos front Do but inquire my name; Oh straight theile say Lampatho suits himself in such a hose. Consorts himself with such a doublet. Oh Pallas! Quadratus, hark, hark, a most complete phantasma, a most ridiculous humour, prithee shoot him through and through with a jest, make him lie by the lee, thou Basilisco of wit. Nay prithee, fut fear not he's no edge tool, you may jest with him. Nay when, when? Obscure me, or— So Phœbus warm my brain, I'll rhyme thee dead, Look for the Satire, if all the Sour juice Of a tart brain, can souse thy estimate, I'll pickle thee. By this hand I will. Antipathy. Oh Sir you are so square you scorn repoofe. I fail at none you well squared Syneor. Most Fantastical protection of Phantasticknesse. I protest — Why content and I protest— Well and I do not leave these fopperies do not lend me forty shillings, & ther's my hand, I embrace you, love you, nay adore thee, for by the juice of wormwood, thou hast a bitter brain. I'll say amen if the Priest be mute. I relish not this mirth, my spirit is untwist, My heart is raueld out in discontents, I am deep thoughtful, and I shoot my soul Through all creation of omnipotence. In heavens handiwork ther's nought None more vile, accursed, reprobate to bliss Then man, and mong men a scholar most. Things only fleshly sencitiue, and Ox or Horse, They live and eat, and sleep, and drink, and die And are not touched with recollections Of things ore-past or staggered infant doubts Of things succeeding: but leave the manly beasts, And give but pence a piece to have a sighed: Of beastly man now. Dost thou hear that voice. I'll make a parrat now, As good a man as he in fourteen nights I never herd him vent a sillable: Of his own creating since I knew the use Of eyes and ears? Well he's perfect blessed, Because a perfect beast. I'll gage my heart He knows no difference essential Betwixt my dog and him. The whoreson sot is blessed Is rich in ignorance, makes fair usance on't And every day augments his barbarism So love me Calmness I do envy him forts. I was a scholar: seven useful springs Did I deflower in quotations Of crossd opinions bout the soul of man The more I learned the more I learned to doubt Knowledge and wit faith's foes, turn faith about Honest Epicure. Nay mark list delight, delight my spaniel slept, while I bausd leaves. Tossd over the dunces pored on the old print Of titled words, and still my spaniel slept. While I wasted lampoile, bated my flesh Shrunk up my veins, and still my spaniel slept. And still I held converse with Zabarell Aquinas Scotus, and the musty saw Of antic Donate, still my spaniel slept Still on went I, first and fit anima Then and it were mortal, Oh hold hold At that they are at brain buffets fell by the ears, A main pell mell together, still my spaniel slept. Then whither it Corporeal, Local, fixed, Extraduce, but whether't had free will Or no, ho Philosophers Stood banding factions all so strongly propped, I staggered, knew not which was firmer partly. But thought, quoted, read, observed and pried, Stuffed noting books, and still my spaniel slept. At length he waked and yawnd and by yond sky, For aught I know he knew as much as I. How, it created, how the soul exsistes One talks of motes, the soul was made of motes, And other fire, tother light, a third a spark of Starlike nature Hippo water, Anaximenes air, Aristoxenus Music; Critias I know not what, A company of odd phrenetici Did eat my youth, and when I crept abroad, Finding my numbness in this nimble age, I fell a railing, but now soft and slow, I know, I know nought, but I nought do know, What shall I do, what plot, what course pursue? Your Master Simplicius. Has sent to me to come. We come sweet gallants; and grumbling hate lie still And turn Fantastic: he that climbs a hill Must wheel about, the ladder to account Is sly dissemblance, he that means to mount, Must lie all level in the prospective Of eager sighted greatness, thou wouldst thrive, The Venice state is young, lose, and unknit, Can relish nought but luscious vanities Go fit his tooth, Oh glavering flattery, How potent art thou: front look brisk and sleek, That such base dirt as you should dare to reek, In Princes nostrils. Well my scene is long. Why what a babel arrogance is this? Men will put by the very stock of fate, Theyle thwart the destiny of marriage, Strive to disturb the sway of providence, Theile do it? Dirt upon dirt, fear is beneath my shoe, Dreadless of racks, strappados, or the sword, Maugre Informer and sly intelligence, I'll stand as confident as Hercules, And with a frightless resolution, Rip up and lance our times impieties. Open a bounteous ear for I'll be free, Ample as Heaven, give my speech more room, Let me unbrace my breasts, strip up my sleeves, Stand Like and executioner to vice, To strike his head off with the keener edge, Of my sharp spirit. Now is my fury mounted, fix your eyes, Intend your senses, bend your listening up, For I'll make greatness quake, I'll tawe the hide Of thick-skind Hugeness. I'll see you hanged first, I thank you Sir, I'll none, This is the strain that chokes the theaters: That makes them crack with full stuffed audience, This is your humour only in request Forsooth to rail, this brings your ears to bed This people gape for, for this some do stare This some would hear, to crack the Authors neck, This admiration and applause pursues, Who cannot rail, my humours changed it's clear, Pardon I'll none, I prize my joints more deer. Uds fut, I can liken them to nothing, but great men's great horse upon great days, whose tails are trust up in silk and silver. Bless you fair Ladies, God make you all his servants. Lamp oil, watch Candles, Rug-gownes & small juice, Thin commons, four a clock rising, I renounce you all, Now may I ternally abandon meat Rust fusty you which most embraced disuse, You a made me and Ass, thus shaped my lot, I am a mere Scholar, that is a mere sot. Now by the front of Jove me thinks her eye Shoots more spirit in me, Oh beauty feminine ! How powerful art thou, what deep magic lies Within the circle of thy speaking eyes. I commend, commend my self to ye Lady. A Comedy, entitled Temperance. Beauty your heart. Shall I despair? never will I love more. I but those are Angels of light. Made of Albanos widow that was, and Mounsieur Lauerdures wife that must be. Nay hear it, and relish it judiciously. Adored excellence, delicious sweet. If thou canst taste the purer juice of love. Is not the metaphor good, is't not well followed? Is't not sweet. You wrong my Muse. I'll be revenged. As any thing, What you will as nothing. Why joust as you respect me, as nothing, for out of no thing, nothing is bred, so nothing shall not beget anything, anything bring nothing, nothing bring anything, anything & nothing shall be What you will, my speech mounting to the valieu of my self which is. Your nothing light as your self senseless as your sex, and joust as you would would me, nothing. My soul's entranced your favour does transport, My scence passed scence, by your adored graces, I dote, am rapt. I fear 'twill hardly hit. As if we had freewill in supernatural Effects, and that our love or hate Depended not on causes above the reach Of human stature.