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

Another to his Maiesty.

EPIGR. 2.

AS he that feedes on no worse meat then Quailes, And with choice dainties pleaseth Appetite: Wil neuer haue great list to gnaw his nailes, Or in a course thin diet take delight, So thou great King that still dost ouerlooke, The learned workes, that are most deepe, most rare▪ Canst not perhaps these my rude Satyrs brooke: Thou dost not for such sharp fang'd Critticks care: Oh do not yet thy selfe so much estrange, From wonted curtesie to others showne, A Country dish doth often serue for change, And something heere is worthy to be knowne. Sharpe sauce giues sweetest meat a better tast; And though that this to many bitter be, Thou no such sicknes in thy stomack hast, And therefore 'twill be pleasing vnto thee: VVhat though I neither flater, fawne, nor sooth, My honest plainenesse shall more truely praise thee, Then those that in Court language filed smooth, Striue vnbeleeuing Tropheis for to raise thee, My loyall heart cannot so well impart, The loue it beares your Maiesty as other••s: The want of Time, Encouragement and Art, My purpose in the Embrio still smothers.

Obscurity, Grosse-Fates, and want of Meanes, Would haue made Romes great Maro harshly sing▪ But if once Caesar to his musique leanes, His tunes through all the world will sweetly ring▪ And why are English wits so perfect growne? But for because thy kingly hand peruses, Their wel tun'd Poems; and hath bounty showne, Yea it is thou giust light vnto their Muses. Oh! had I such a Star for Pole to mine, I'de reach a straine should rauish all the Nine.