Abuses stript, and whipt. Or Satirical essayes. By George Wyther. Diuided into two bookes

OF HATE.

SATYR. 3.

BVt I haue rous'd another here as bad They call it: Hate; A worse I neuer had, Before in chase: I scarce can keepe (insooth) My selfe from danger of his venom'd tooth. This is the Passion that doth vse to moue, The mind a cleane contrary way to loue; It is an inspiration of the Divel, That makes men long for one anothers euill, It cankers in the heart, and plagueth most, Not him thats hated, but the hateful host. And yet theres too too many I do know, Whose hearts with this soule poyson ouer-flow: Of which I haue a true intelligence, By the sharpe scoffs and slanders springing thence, For where it rules they cannot well conceale it, But either wordes or deeds, or both reueale it, Were it iust causes that did stil engender This passion in them; or if they could render, A reason fort 'twere somwhat, but their will Carries them on in spight of Reason still. These are their humors, for a slight offence Thei'le hate th' offender for a recompence. Some malice all that any way excell, In which who thinkes but they do very well,

And many haue abhorred (God amend them) The stranger that did neuer yet offend them: VVhich they are not asham'd for to confesse, Yet in their hate continue ner'e the lesse, But though that they can yeeld no reason why, They beare them causlesse mallice, yet can I: Their hearts are il, and it is seldome knowne, That a sweet bro••ke from bitter springs hath flowne: Theres some to when they see a man respected More then themselues, though they be not neglec∣ted, They inly grudge, and outwardly disdaine, Being alike condition'd as was Caine, Some hate their friends that loue and count them deare, As by the sequel plainely shal appeare; One that a seeming friendship had profest me, Vpon a time did earnestly request me That I would plainely my opinion shew, What I of his conditions thought or knew; And that I would without exceptions tel, What acts of his did not become him well. I scorning flattry, with a louing heart, Twixt him and me my mind did soon impart; And as a friend arrow_forward , that is vnfaigned, ought, Left nothing vnreueald of what I thought, Yea without feare I boldly reprehended, If I perceiud he any way offended, Provided alwayes that I did not swerue, From a decorum fitting to obserue, But marke Mans nature: he perceiuing I Had taken note of some infirmity,

He would not haue vnript; And seeing toe, I espide more then he wisht I should doe Of his ill humours; (though I must confesse) Being my arrow_back friend I lou'd him nothing lesse; In steed of thankes and liking for my paines, My company and sight he now refraines; And for my kindnes like a thanklesse mate, Doth ill repay me with a lothing hate. This one I know, and by that one I finde, That there be many beare as bad a minde, But let vs for their true conuersion pray, For we alasse may very iustly say. Quod nulla est in terra Charitas, Et Odium parit ipsa Veritas. Againe the wicked hates beyond all measure The righteous man, that contradicts his pleasure; And that's the fundamentall cause I know, That many men doe hate their teachers so: These common humors are obseru'd of few, Yet may a yong experience find them true. And boldly say that all in whom th'are found, Haue poysoned hearts polluted and vnsound, But they corrupted aboue all the rest, Which hate their friends they should account of best But let Men striue and study to remoue This passion from their hearts and graffe on Loue. Let them not harbor such a hellish sinne, Which being entred marreth all within; Nor let them thinke my counsell merits laughter, Since Scripture saies, to hate our brother's slaughte••