The Satyr of Money
1
It is not the Silver or gold of its self,
That makes men adore it; but 'tis for its power:
For no man does dote upon pelf, because pelf,
But all court the Lady in hopes of her Dower
The wonders that now in our dayes we behold,
Done by th'irresistible power of Gold,
Our Love, and our Zeal, and Allegiance do mold.
2
This purchaseth Kingdoms, Kings, Scepters, and Crowns,
Wins Battles, and conquers the Conquerours bold;
Takes Bulwarks, and Castles, and Armies, and Towns,
Our prime Lawes are written in letters of Gold
'Tis this that our Parliaments calls, and creates,
Turns Kings into Keepers, and Kingdoms to States,
And Peopledoms this into High-doms translates.
3
This plots doth devise, then discovers what th'are,
This makes the great felons the lesser condemn:
Sets those on the bench that should stand at the bar,
Who judge such as by right ought to execute them:
Gives the boystrous Clown his unsufferable pride,
Makes Beggars, and fools, and Usurpers to ride,
While ruin'd proprietors run by their side.
4
Stamp either the arms of the State, or the King,
St George or the breeches, C R or O P
The Crosse and the fiddle 'tis all the same thing
This still is the Queen who e're the King be
This lines mens Religion, builds doctrines and truth,
With zeal, and the spirit, the factious endew'th,
To club with St. Katherine or sweet sister Ruth .
5
This made our black Senate to sit still so long,
To make themselves rich by making us poor;
This made our bold Army so daring, and strong,
And that made them drive 'um like Geese out of door
'Twas this made the Covenant-makers to make it,
And this made our Levites to make us to take it,
And this made both makers and takers forsake it.
6
This spawn'd the dunghil crew of Committes and 'Strators,
Who lived by picking their Parliaments Gums,
This made and then prospered Rebels and Traytors;
And made Gentry of those that were the Nations scums
This Herald gives armes, not for merit but store,
Gives Coates unto such, as did sell coates before,
If their pockets be lin'd but with Argent and Oare.
7
'Tis this makes the Lawyer give judgment and plead,
On this side, or that side, on both sides or neither,
This makes Yeomen Clerks, that can scarce write or read,
And spawns arbitrary orders as various as the weather:
This makes the blew-lecturer pray, preach, and prate
Without reason or truth against King, church or State,
To shew the thin lyning of his twice-cover'd pate.
8
'Tis this that makes Earls, Lords, Knights, and Esquires,
Without breeding, discent, wit, learning or merit;
Makes Ropers and Ale-drapers Sheriffs of Shires,
Whose trade's not so low nor so base as their spirit:
This Justices makes, and wise ones we know,
Furr'd Aldermen likewise, and Mayors also,
Makes the old wife to trot, and makes the Mare go.
9
This makes the blew aprons write themselves worshipful,
And for this we stand bare and before 'um do fall;
They leave their young Heirs well fleeced with wool,
Whom we're to call Squires, and they're to pay all,
Who with beggarly souls, though their bodies are gawdy,
Court the pale Chambermaid and nickname her a Lady,
And for want of discourse they do swear and talk baudy.
10
For money mens lives may be purchas'd and sold,
'Tis money breaks laws and that mends 'um again;
Men venture their quiet and safety for gold,
When they wont stir a foot their rights to maintain
This Doctors createth of Dunces, and those,
Commanders that use to pollute their hose,
This buys the spruce gallant his verse and his prose.
11
This marriages makes, 'tis the center of love,
It drawes on the man and it pricks up the woman;
Birth, virtue, and parts, no affection can move,
While this makes Lords bow to the brat of a Broom-man.
Gives vertue, and beauty to the lass that you woe,
Makes women of all sorts and ages to do;
'Tis the soul of the world, and the worlding too
12
This horses procures you, and hawks, hounds and hares,
'Tis this keeps your Groom, and your Groom keeps your Gelding;
It buys Citizens wives as well as their wares,
And makes your coy Ladies so coming and yielding;
This buys us good sack, which revives like the spring,
This gives the poetical fancies their wing,
This makes you as merry as we that do sing.
It is not the Silver or gold of its self,
That makes men adore it; but 'tis for its power:
For no man does dote upon pelf, because pelf,
But all court the Lady in hopes of her Dower
The wonders that now in our dayes we behold,
Done by th'irresistible power of Gold,
Our Love, and our Zeal, and Allegiance do mold.
2
This purchaseth Kingdoms, Kings, Scepters, and Crowns,
Wins Battles, and conquers the Conquerours bold;
Takes Bulwarks, and Castles, and Armies, and Towns,
Our prime Lawes are written in letters of Gold
'Tis this that our Parliaments calls, and creates,
Turns Kings into Keepers, and Kingdoms to States,
And Peopledoms this into High-doms translates.
3
This plots doth devise, then discovers what th'are,
This makes the great felons the lesser condemn:
Sets those on the bench that should stand at the bar,
Who judge such as by right ought to execute them:
Gives the boystrous Clown his unsufferable pride,
Makes Beggars, and fools, and Usurpers to ride,
While ruin'd proprietors run by their side.
4
Stamp either the arms of the State, or the King,
St George or the breeches, C R or O P
The Crosse and the fiddle 'tis all the same thing
This still is the Queen who e're the King be
This lines mens Religion, builds doctrines and truth,
With zeal, and the spirit, the factious endew'th,
To club with St. Katherine or sweet sister Ruth .
5
This made our black Senate to sit still so long,
To make themselves rich by making us poor;
This made our bold Army so daring, and strong,
And that made them drive 'um like Geese out of door
'Twas this made the Covenant-makers to make it,
And this made our Levites to make us to take it,
And this made both makers and takers forsake it.
6
This spawn'd the dunghil crew of Committes and 'Strators,
Who lived by picking their Parliaments Gums,
This made and then prospered Rebels and Traytors;
And made Gentry of those that were the Nations scums
This Herald gives armes, not for merit but store,
Gives Coates unto such, as did sell coates before,
If their pockets be lin'd but with Argent and Oare.
7
'Tis this makes the Lawyer give judgment and plead,
On this side, or that side, on both sides or neither,
This makes Yeomen Clerks, that can scarce write or read,
And spawns arbitrary orders as various as the weather:
This makes the blew-lecturer pray, preach, and prate
Without reason or truth against King, church or State,
To shew the thin lyning of his twice-cover'd pate.
8
'Tis this that makes Earls, Lords, Knights, and Esquires,
Without breeding, discent, wit, learning or merit;
Makes Ropers and Ale-drapers Sheriffs of Shires,
Whose trade's not so low nor so base as their spirit:
This Justices makes, and wise ones we know,
Furr'd Aldermen likewise, and Mayors also,
Makes the old wife to trot, and makes the Mare go.
9
This makes the blew aprons write themselves worshipful,
And for this we stand bare and before 'um do fall;
They leave their young Heirs well fleeced with wool,
Whom we're to call Squires, and they're to pay all,
Who with beggarly souls, though their bodies are gawdy,
Court the pale Chambermaid and nickname her a Lady,
And for want of discourse they do swear and talk baudy.
10
For money mens lives may be purchas'd and sold,
'Tis money breaks laws and that mends 'um again;
Men venture their quiet and safety for gold,
When they wont stir a foot their rights to maintain
This Doctors createth of Dunces, and those,
Commanders that use to pollute their hose,
This buys the spruce gallant his verse and his prose.
11
This marriages makes, 'tis the center of love,
It drawes on the man and it pricks up the woman;
Birth, virtue, and parts, no affection can move,
While this makes Lords bow to the brat of a Broom-man.
Gives vertue, and beauty to the lass that you woe,
Makes women of all sorts and ages to do;
'Tis the soul of the world, and the worlding too
12
This horses procures you, and hawks, hounds and hares,
'Tis this keeps your Groom, and your Groom keeps your Gelding;
It buys Citizens wives as well as their wares,
And makes your coy Ladies so coming and yielding;
This buys us good sack, which revives like the spring,
This gives the poetical fancies their wing,
This makes you as merry as we that do sing.
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