SATYRE V

    Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they
    Whom any pity warmes; He which did lay
    Rules to make Courtiers, (hee being understood
    May make good Courtiers, but who Courtiers good?)
    Frees from the sting of jests all who'in extreme
    Are wrech'd or wicked: of these two a theame
    Charity and liberty give me. What is hee
    Who Officers rage, and Suiters misery 
    Can write, and jest? If all things be in all,
    As I thinke, since all, which were, are, and shall
    Bee, be made of the same elements:
    Each thing, each thing implyes or represents.
    Then man is a world; in which, Officers
    Are the vast ravishing seas; and Suiters,
    Springs; now full, now shallow, now drye; which, to
    That which drownes them, run: These selfe reasons do
    Prove the world a man, in which, officers
    Are the devouring stomacke, and Suiters
    Th'excrements, which they voyd. All men are dust;
    How much worse are Suiters, who to mens lust
    Are made preyes? O worse then dust, or wormes meat,
    For they do'eate you now, whose selves wormes shall eate.
    They are the mills which grinde you, yet you are
    The winde which drives them; and a wastfull warre
    Is fought against you, and you fight it; they
    Adulterate lawe, and you prepare their way
    Like wittals; th'issue your owne ruine is.
    Greatest and fairest Empresse, know you this?
    Alas, no more then Thames calme head doth know
    Whose meades her armes drowne, or whose corne o'rflow:
    You Sir, whose righteousnes she loves, whom I
    By having leave to serve, am most richly
    For service paid, authoriz'd, now beginne
    To know and weed out this enormous sinne.
    O Age of rusty iron! some better wit
    Call it some worse name, if ought equall it;
    Th'iron Age _that_ was, when justice was sold; now
    Injustice is sold dearer farre. Allow
    All demands, fees, and duties; gamsters, anon
    The mony which you sweat, and sweare for, is gon
    Into'other hands: So controverted lands
    Scape, like Angelica, the strivers hands.
    If Law be in the Judges heart, and hee
    Have no heart to resist letter, or fee,
    Where wilt thou'appeale? Powre of the Courts below
    Flow from the first maine head, and these can throw
    Thee, if they sucke thee in, to misery,
    To fetters, halters; But if th'injury
    Steele thee to dare complaine, Alas, thou go'st
    Against the stream, when upwards: when thou'art most 
    Heavy'and most faint; and in these labours they,
    'Gainst whom thou should'st complaine, will in the way
    Become great seas, o'r which, when thou shalt bee
    Forc'd to make golden bridges, thou shalt see
    That all thy gold was drown'd in them before;
    All things follow their like, only who have may'have more.
    Judges are Gods; he who made and said them so,
    Meant not that men should be forc'd to them to goe,
    By meanes of Angels; When supplications
    We send to God, to Dominations,
    Powers, Cherubins, and all heavens Courts, if wee
    Should pay fees as here, daily bread would be
    Scarce to Kings; so 'tis. Would it not anger
    A Stoicke, a coward, yea a Martyr,
    To see a Pursivant come in, and call
    All his cloathes, Copes; Bookes, Primers; and all
    His Plate, Challices; and mistake them away,
    And aske a fee for comming? Oh, ne'r may
    Faire lawes white reverend name be strumpeted,
    To warrant thefts: she is established
    Recorder to Destiny, on earth, and shee
    Speakes Fates words, and but tells us who must bee
    Rich, who poore, who in chaires, who in jayles:
    Shee is all faire, but yet hath foule long nailes,
    With which she scracheth Suiters; In bodies
    Of men, so'in law, nailes are th'extremities,
    So Officers stretch to more then Law can doe,
    As our nailes reach what no else part comes to.
    Why bar'st thou to yon Officer? Foole, Hath hee
    Got those goods, for which erst men bar'd to thee?
    Foole, twice, thrice, thou'hast bought wrong,'and now hungerly
    Beg'st right; But that dole comes not till these dye.
    Thou'had'st much, and lawes Urim and Thummim trie
    Thou wouldst for more; and for all hast paper
    Enough to cloath all the great Carricks Pepper.
    Sell that, and by that thou much more shalt leese,
    Then Haman, when he sold his Antiquities.