SELFE;
OR, A
RIDDLE,
Called the
MONSTER.
By T.J.
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RIddle my Riddle (for I mean to pose yee)
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What is it Raiseth yee, Yet Overthrows yee?
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What is't That makes Men deny to pay Tribute?
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Soar to a Septer, yet sink to a Jibbet?
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What makes keep such a puther,
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Shutting the Gates of Bliss, One against t'other?
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What is it makes a Man (by Toyl and Labour,
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With all the wit he can) to Cheate his Neighbour?
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Least this Enigma should too much involve Yey,
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Extend your Intellect, I shall resolve Yee:
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SELF is that Monster, which swallows up All-things;
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Makes low things, high things, brings great things, to small things.
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SELF hath his Sov'raignty (more is the pitty)
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In Church, Court, Country, Camp, Navy, and City.
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What e're the Voyage be, SELF has the Venter;
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Where e're the Circle be, SELF is the Centre.
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SELF in this season, is the only Object;
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SELF is a Sov'raign, and SELF is a Subject:
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SELF is a Stats-man, that pleads for Applauses,
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SELF would be Chancelour in his own Causes.
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SELF, into every Species can vary,
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SELF's Eccleastical, and Militarie:
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SELF will be medling with Kingdoms, and Crowns too,
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SELF can build Houses, and SELF can fell Towns too.
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SELF, once rais'd War, between Swede and Poland,
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And betwixt England, France, Denmark, and Holland:
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SELF hath a Seigniory in every Region,
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SELF is of any, and of no Religion:
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SELF is a Self-seeker, and SELF is a Shaker;
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SELF is a Prpist, and SELF is a Quaker:
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SELF makes a Protestant sometimes to falter,
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And bids a Prisbiter, bow to the Alter.
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SELF hatch'd the War, and the fatal Infection:
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SELF set the City in flameing distraction,
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SELF was the Plotter, SELF was Prejector,
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SELF was the sufferer, and SELF was the Actor:
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SELF was the Fire-ball, that brought with it's flashes,
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Englangs Metropolis, to Dust and Ashes:
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SELF was a Thing made such work for Repayers,
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Which scarce will be finish'd, by Him or his Heires.
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SELF was a Person (though not very witty)
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Which in that season, was Spark of the City.
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SELF is a Serpent, whose intreges are Oblick:
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SELF is the ruine of ev'ry Republick:
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SELF is the motive, so many are un-done,
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SELF was the Burning and Downfal of London;
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Though SELF (in confidence) thought He was able
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To quench the fury on't, with his small Bable.
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SELF is a Courtier that seems to adore yee,
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And spreads his formal fine faviours before yee,
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But if your Suit at Court, have not some pelfe in't,
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Hee'l give you cause to perceive there was Self in't.
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SELF is a Country-man, when fire enforces
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Men to make use of his Wagons and Horses;
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When Goods and Money were shar'd in four Quarters,
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By Fire, and by Fellons, by Traitors, and Carters.
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SELF was a Traiton, a Turncoat, a Teacher:
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SELF, and Pluerallities, makes up a Preacher.
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SELF is a Shopkeeper, One that will ply yee,
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With see what ye lack Sir; But gets nothing by yee:
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SELF is so many Things, no Man can name all:
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SELFs an Hermaphrodite, both Male and Female.
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SELF in a Womans the root of all Evil,
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And gives cause to say, SELF is a Devil.
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SELF do Self-have, is a severe old Sentence;
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And SELF doth daily make work for Repentance.
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Let him be Englishman, Spaniard, or Roman,
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When each Man's for himself, then God is for no Man:
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And you shall find it true (if well you pause on't)
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What Michiefs e're ensue, SELF is the Cause on't:
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SELF is an inlet to every Disaster:
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He that denyes him-SELF, is his own Master.
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