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SATYRE IV.
ARGUMENT.
Young Rulers: The complaint of Lust
On Avarice, unsit though just.
ARt thou a Common-wealths cheif Governor?
(Suppose the bearded grave Philosopher,
Whom the cold draught of Hemlock forc'd to dye,
Thus to demand) On what dost thou rely?
VVhat are thy grounds? speak Alcibiades,
Pupil unto the famous Pericles.
Oh, wit and grave discretion, I have heard
Indeed, do many times prevent a Beard!
And so Thou knowest no doubt, though th'art but young,
Both when to speak, and when to hold thy tongue.
VVhen therefore the vext multitude grow hot
VVith choller, and their duty have forgot:
Thou dost but lift up thy Majestick hand,
And straight a general silence doth command
O're the tumultuous rout. Then what dost say?
O ye Quiritians (if prevail I may)
I think this is not just that's done by you:
Nor This: 'twere better if you Thus did do.
For thou can'st weigh truth in the double scale
Of the most doubtful ballance. If it fail,
Straightways thou know'st it: yea, though hid it lye
Between a double crooked falsity:
Of if a Rule (so perfect is thy sight)
Measure not ev'ry thing exactly right.
And the (1) black Theta signe of deadly shame
Thou can'st prefix 'fore an offenders name.
Thou canst do this. Oh, 'twere a crime to Doubt.
Come, come: Thou being fair only without
And in the skin, in vain: leave off to shake
Thy tail, before the flatt'ring rout, or make
Suit for great offices, 'till age and cares
Have made thee Fit to manage such affairs.
Thou being fitter yet to drink good store
Of pure unmixt brain-purging Hellebore.