| The Scourge of Villainy By John Marston
PROEMIUM IN LIBRUM SECUNDUM.
CANNOT quote a motto Italienate, Or brand my satyres with some Spanish terme; I cannot with swolne lines magnificate Mine owne poore worth, or as immaculate Task others rimes, as if no blot did staine, No blemish soyle, my young satyrick vaine.
Nor can I make my soule a merchandize, Seeking conceits to sute these artlesse times; Or daine for base reward to poetize, Soothing the world with oyly flatteries. Shall mercenary thoughts provoke me write— Shall I for lucre be a parasite?
Shall I once pen for vulgar sorts applause, To please each hound, each dungy scavenger; To fit some oyster-wenches yawning jawes With tricksey tales of speaking Cornish dawes? First let my braine (bright-hair'd Latonas sonne) Be cleane distract with all confusion.
What though some John-à-Stile will basely toyle, Only incited with the hope of gaine: Though roguie thoughts do force some jade-like moile; Yet no such filth my true-borne muse will soyle. O Epictetus, I doe honour thee, To thinke how rich thou wert in povertie!
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Source: The Works of John Marston, Vol. III. J. O. Halliwell [Halliwell-Phillips], ed. London: John Russell Smith, 1856. 268.
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