Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VIRGIDEMIAE: BOOK 4: SATIRE: 7, by JOSEPH HALL Poet's Biography First Line: Vvho say's these romish pageants bene too hy Last Line: When his new rage would aske no narrower rooms? Subject(s): Holidays; Honor; Laughter; Valentine's Day | ||||||||
VVho say's these Romish Pageants bene too hy To be the scorne of sportfull Poesy? Certes not all the world such matter wist As are the seuen hils, for a Satiryst. Perdy, I loath an hundreth Mathoes tongues, An hundreth gamsters shifts, or Land-lords wrongs, Or Labeos Poems, or base Lolios pride, Or euer what I thought or wrote beside; When once I thinke if carping Aquines spright To see now Rome, were licenc'd to the light; How his enraged Ghost would stampe and stare That Caesars throne is turn'd to Peters chayre. To see an old shorne Lozell perched hy Crossing beneath a golden Canopy, The whiles a thousand hairelesse crownes crouch low To kisse the precious case of his proud Toe, And for the Lordly Fasces borne of old, To see two quiet crossed keyes of gold, Or Cybeles shrine, the famous Pantheons frame Turn'd to the honour of our Ladies name. But that he most would gaze and wonder at, Is th'horned Miter, and the bloudy hat, The crooked staffe, their coules strang forme and store, Saue that he saw the same in hell before, To see their broken Nuns with new-shorne heads, In a blind Cloyster tosse their idle Beades, Or Louzy coules come smoking from the stewes, To rayse the Leud Rent to their Lord accrewes, (Who with ranke Venice doth his pompe aduance By trading of ten thousand Curtizans) Yet backward must absolue a females sinne, Like to a false dissembling Theatine, Who when his skinne is red with shirts of male And rugged haire-cloath scoures his greazy nayle, Or wedding garment tames his stubborne backe, Which his hempe girdle dies all blew and blacke, Or of his Almes-Boule three daies sup'd and din'd, Trudges to open stewes of eyther kinde: Or takes some Cardinals stable in the way, And with some pampered Mule doth weare the day Kept for his Lords owne sadle when him list. Come Valentine, and play the Satyrist, To see poore sucklings welcom'd to the light With searing yrons of some sowre Iacobite, Or golden offers of an aged foole To make his Coffin some Franciscans coule, To see the Popes blacke knight, a cloked Frere Sweating in the channell like a Scauengere. Whom earst thy bowed hamme did lowly greete, When at the Corner-Crosse thou did'st him meete, Tumbling his Rosaries hanging at his belt Or his Barretta, or his towred felt, To see a lasie dumbe Acholithite Armed against a deuout Flyes despight, Which at th'hy Altar doth the Chalice vaile With a broad Flie-flappe of a Peacockes tayle, The whiles the likerous Priest spits euery trice With longing for his morning Sacrifice, Which he reres vp quite perpendiculare, That the mid-Church doth spite the Chancels fare, Beating their emptie mawes that would be fed, With the scant morsels of the Sacrists bread. Would he not laugh to death, when he should heare The shamelesse Legends of S. Christopher, S. George, the sleepers, or S. Peters well, Or of his daughter good S. Petronell. But had he heard the Female Fathers grone, Yeaning in mids of her procession; Or now should see the needlesse tryall-chayre, (When ech is proued by his bastard heyre) Or saw the Churches, and new Calendere Pestred with mungrell Saints, and reliques dere, Should hee cry out on Codro's tedious Toomes, When his new rage would aske no narrower rooms? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANTHEMES FOR THE CATHEDRAL OF EXCETER: 1 by JOSEPH HALL ANTHEMES FOR THE CATHEDRAL OF EXCETER: 2. ANTHEME FOR CHRISTMAS DAY by JOSEPH HALL ANTHEMES FOR THE CATHEDRAL OF EXCETER: 3 by JOSEPH HALL CERTAIN VERSES...UPON THE KINGS COMING INTO SCOTLAND: 1 by JOSEPH HALL CERTAIN VERSES...UPON THE KINGS COMING INTO SCOTLAND: 2 by JOSEPH HALL CERTAIN VERSES...UPON THE KINGS COMING INTO SCOTLAND: 3 by JOSEPH HALL ON THE DEATH AND WORKS OF MASTER GREENHAM by JOSEPH HALL POEMS ON THE DEATH OF PRINCE HENRY: OF THE RAIN-BOW by JOSEPH HALL POEMS ON THE DEATH OF PRINCE HENRY: VPON THE UNSEASONABLE TIMES by JOSEPH HALL POEMS ON THE DEATH OF SIR HORATIO PALLAVICINO: AN EPITAPH by JOSEPH HALL POEMS ON THE DEATH OF SIR HORATIO PALLAVICINO: TO HER LADISHIP by JOSEPH HALL PREFATORY POEMS TO DONNE'S ANNIVERSARIES: THE HARBINGER OF THE SOUL by JOSEPH HALL |
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