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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419761" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satire V</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they <br>Whom any pity warmes; He which did lay <br>Rules to make Courtiers, (hee being understood <br>May make good Courtiers, but who Courtiers good?) <br>Frees from the sting of jests all who'in extreme <br>Are wrech'd or wicked: of these two a theame <br>Charity and liberty give me. What is hee <br>Who Officers rage, and Suiters misery <br>Can write, and jest? If all things be in all, <br>As I thinke, since all, which were, are, and shall <br>Bee, be made of the same elements: <br>Each thing, each thing implyes or represents. <br>Then man is a world; in which, Officers <br>Are the vast ravishing seas; and Suiters, <br>Springs; now full, now shallow, now drye; which, to <br>That which drownes them, run: These selfe reasons do <br>Prove the world a man, in which, officers <br>Are the devouring stomacke, and Suiters <br>Th'excrements, which they voyd. All men are dust; <br>How much worse are Suiters, who to mens lust <br>Are made preyes? O worse then dust, or wormes meat, <br>For they do'eate you now, whose selves wormes shall eate. <br>They are the mills which grinde you, yet you are <br>The winde which drives them; and a wastfull warre <br>Is fought against you, and you fight it; they <br>Adulterate lawe, and you prepare their way <br>Like wittals; th'issue your owne ruine is. <br>Greatest and fairest Empresse, know you this? <br>Alas, no more then Thames calme head doth know <br>Whose meades her armes drowne, or whose corne o'rflow: <br>You Sir, whose righteousnes she loves, whom I <br>By having leave to serve, am most richly <br>For service paid, authoriz'd, now beginne <br>To know and weed out this enormous sinne. <br>O Age of rusty iron! some better wit <br>Call it some worse name, if ought equall it; <br>Th'iron Age _that_ was, when justice was sold; now <br>Injustice is sold dearer farre. Allow <br>All demands, fees, and duties; gamsters, anon <br>The mony which you sweat, and sweare for, is gon <br>Into'other hands: So controverted lands <br>Scape, like Angelica, the strivers hands. <br>If Law be in the Judges heart, and hee <br>Have no heart to resist letter, or fee, <br>Where wilt thou'appeale? Powre of the Courts below <br>Flow from the first maine head, and these can throw <br>Thee, if they sucke thee in, to misery, <br>To fetters, halters; But if th'injury <br>Steele thee to dare complaine, Alas, thou go'st <br>Against the stream, when upwards: when thou'art most <br>Heavy'and most faint; and in these labours they, <br>'Gainst whom thou should'st complaine, will in the way <br>Become great seas, o'r which, when thou shalt bee <br>Forc'd to make golden bridges, thou shalt see <br>That all thy gold was drown'd in them before; <br>All things follow their like, only who have may'have more. <br>Judges are Gods; he who made and said them so, <br>Meant not that men should be forc'd to them to goe, <br>By meanes of Angels; When supplications <br>We send to God, to Dominations, <br>Powers, Cherubins, and all heavens Courts, if wee <br>Should pay fees as here, daily bread would be <br>Scarce to Kings; so 'tis. Would it not anger <br>A Stoicke, a coward, yea a Martyr, <br>To see a Pursivant come in, and call <br>All his cloathes, Copes; Bookes, Primers; and all <br>His Plate, Challices; and mistake them away, <br>And aske a fee for comming? Oh, ne'r may <br>Faire lawes white reverend name be strumpeted, <br>To warrant thefts: she is established <br>Recorder to Destiny, on earth, and shee <br>Speakes Fates words, and but tells us who must bee <br>Rich, who poore, who in chaires, who in jayles: <br>Shee is all faire, but yet hath foule long nailes, <br>With which she scracheth Suiters; In bodies <br>Of men, so'in law, nailes are th'extremities, <br>So Officers stretch to more then Law can doe, <br>As our nailes reach what no else part comes to. <br>Why bar'st thou to yon Officer? Foole, Hath hee <br>Got those goods, for which erst men bar'd to thee? <br>Foole, twice, thrice, thou'hast bought wrong,'and now hungerly <br>Beg'st right; But that dole comes not till these dye. <br>Thou'had'st much, and lawes Urim and Thummim trie <br>Thou wouldst for more; and for all hast paper <br>Enough to cloath all the great Carricks Pepper. <br>Sell that, and by that thou much more shalt leese, <br>Then Haman, when he sold his Antiquities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q>
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Whom any pity warmes; He which did lay 
Rules to make Courtiers, (hee being understood 
May make good Courtiers, but who Courtiers good?) 
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