Satyre 5.
Ingling Pyander.
Age hath his infant youth, old trees their sprigs,
Ore spreading branches their inferior twigs:
Old beldam hath a daughter or a sonne
True borne, or illigitimate alls one:
Issue she hath: the father? aske you mee?
The house wide open stands, her lodgings free:
Admit my self for recreation
Sometimes did enter her possession,
It argues not that I haue bin the man,
That first kept reuels in that mantian.
No no, the hagling common place is old,
The Tenement hath oft bin bought and sold:
Tis rotten now, earth to earth, dust to dust,
Sodoms on fire, and consume it must:
And wanting second reparations,
Pluto hath ceasd the poore reuertions.
But that hereafter worlds may truly know,
What hemlocks, & what rue there erst did grow:
