402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,001[A ]| Now Curses on you all! ye vertuous Fools, 402:01,002[A ]| Who think to fetter free-born Souls, 402:01,003[A ]| And ty 'em up to dull Morality and Rules: 402:01,004[A ]| The Stagyrite be damn'd, and all the Crew 402:01,005[A ]| Of learned Ideots, who his Steps pursue, 402:01,006[A ]| And those more silly Proselytes, whom his fond Precepts drew: 402:01,007[A ]| Oh! had his Ethicks bin with their vile Author drownd, 402:01,008[A ]| Or a like Fate with those lost Writings found, 402:01,009[A ]| With that grand Plagiary doom'd to Fire, 402:01,010[A ]| And made by unjust Flames expire! 402:01,011[A ]| They ne'er had then seduc'd Mortality, 402:01,012[A ]| Ne'er lasted to debauch the World with their Lewd Pedantry. 402:01,013[A ]| But damn'd and more (if Hell can do't) be that thrice-cursed Name, 402:01,014[A ]| Whoe're the Rudiments of Law design'd, 402:01,015[A ]| Whoe're did the first Model of Religion frame, 402:01,016[A ]| And by that double Vassalage inthral'd Mankind, 402:01,017[A ]| By nought before but their own Pow'r or Will confin'd; 402:01,018[A ]| Now quite abridg'd of all their primitive Liberty, 402:01,019[A ]| And Slaves to each caprichious Monarch's Tyranny: 402:01,020[A ]| More happy Brutes! who the great Rule of Sence observe, 402:01,021[A ]| And ne'er from their first Charter swerve; 402:01,022[A ]| Happy! whose Lives are meerly to Enjoy, 402:01,023[A ]| And feel no stings of Sin that may their Bliss annoy; 402:01,024[A ]| Still unconcern'd at Epithets of ill or Good, 402:01,025[A ]| Distinctions, unadult'rate Nature never understood. 402:01,026[A ]| Hence hated Vertue from our goodly Ile! 402:01,027[A ]| No more our Joys beguile; 402:01,028[A ]| No more with thy loth'd Presence plague our happy State, 402:01,029[A ]| Thou enemy to all thats brisk, or gay, or brave, or great: 402:01,030[A ]| Begone! with all thy pious meager Train 402:01,031[A ]| To some unfruitful unfrequented Land, 402:01,032[A ]| And there an Empire gain, 402:01,033[A ]| And there extend thy rigorous Command; 402:01,034[A ]| There, where illiberal Nature's Niggardice 402:01,035[A ]| Has set a Tax on Vice; 402:01,036[A ]| Where the lean barren Region dos enhance 402:01,037[A ]| The Worth of dear Intemperance, 402:01,038[A ]| And for each pleasurable Sin exacts Excise: 402:01,039[A ]| We (thanks to Fate) more cheaply can Offend, 402:01,040[A ]| And want no tempting Luxuries, 402:01,041[A ]| No good convenient sinning Opportunities, 402:01,042[A ]| Which Nature's Bounty could bestow, or Heaven's Kindness lend. 402:01,043[A ]| Go, follow that nice Goddess to the Skies, 402:01,044[A ]| Who heretofore, disgusted at encreasing Vice, 402:01,045[A ]| Dislik'd the World, and thought it too Profane 402:01,046[A ]| And timely hence retir'd, and kindly ne'er return'd again: 402:01,047[A ]| Hence to those airy Mansions rove, 402:01,048[A ]| Converse with Saints and holy Folks above; 402:01,049[A ]| Those may thy Presence woo, 402:01,050[A ]| Whose lazy Ease affords 'em nothing els to do; 402:01,051[A ]| Where haughty scornful I, 402:01,052[A ]| And my great Friends will ne'er vouchsafe Thee Company; 402:01,053[A ]| Thou'rt now an hard unpracticable Good, 402:01,054[A ]| Too difficult for Flesh and Blood, 402:01,055[A ]| Were I all Soul, like Them, perhaps I'de learn to practise Thee. 402:01,056[A ]| Vertue! thou solemn grave Impertinence, 402:01,057[A ]| Abhor'd by all the Men of Wit and Sence! 402:01,058[A ]| Thou damn'd Fatigue! that clogst Life's journy here, 402:01,059[A ]| Tho thou no weight of Wealth or Profit bear! 402:01,060[A ]| Thou puling fond Greensicknes of the Mind! 402:01,061[A ]| That mak'st us prove to our own selves unkind, 402:01,062[A ]| Whereby we Coals and Dirt for Diet chuse, 402:01,063[A ]| And Pleasure's better Food refuse! 402:01,064[A ]| Curst Jilt! that leadst deluded Mortals on, 402:01,065[A ]| Till they too late perceive themselves undone, 402:01,066[A ]| Chows'd by a Dowry in Reversion! 402:01,067[A ]| The greatest Votarie, thou ere couldst boast 402:01,068[A ]| (Pitty so brave a Soul was on thy Service lost, 402:01,069[A ]| What Wonders he in Wickednes had done, 402:01,070[A ]| Whom thy weak Pow'r could so inspire alone?) 402:01,071[A ]| Tho long with fond Amours he courted Thee, 402:01,072[A ]| Yet dying did recant his vain Idolatry; 402:01,073[A ]| At length, tho' late, he did Repent with shame, 402:01,074[A ]| Forc'd to confess thee nothing but an empty Name: 402:01,075[A ]| So was that Lecher gull'd, whose haughty Love 402:01,076[A ]| Design'd a Rape on the Queen regent of the Gods above; 402:01,077[A ]| When he a Goddes thought he had in chase, 402:01,078[A ]| He found a gawdy Vapor in the place, 402:01,079[A ]| And with thin Air beguil'd his starv'd Embrace, 402:01,080[A ]| Idly he spent his Vigor, spent his Bloud, 402:01,081[A ]| And tir'd himself t' oblige an unperforming Cloud. 402:01,082[A ]| If human kind to Thee ere worship paid, 402:01,083[A ]| They were by Ignorance misled, 402:01,084[A ]| That only them devout, and Thee a Goddes made: 402:01,085[A ]| Known haply in the World's rude untaught Infancy, 402:01,086[A ]| Before it had outgrown its childish Innocence, 402:01,087[A ]| Before it had arriv'd at Sence, 402:01,088[A ]| Or reach'd the Manhood and Discretion of Debauchery: 402:01,089[A ]| Known in those ancient godly duller Times, 402:01,090[A ]| When crafty Pagans had ingrost all Crimes; 402:01,091[A ]| When Christian Fools were obstinately Good, 402:01,092[A ]| Nor yet their Gospel-Freedom understood; 402:01,093[A ]| Tame easy Fops! who could so prodigally bleed, 402:01,094[A ]| To be thought Saints, and dy a Calendar with Red! 402:01,095[A ]| No prudent Heathen ere seduc'd could be 402:01,096[A ]| To suffer Martyrdom for Thee; 402:01,097[A ]| Only that arrant Ass, whom the false Oracle call'd wise, 402:01,098[A ]| (No wonder if the Devil utter'd Lies) 402:01,099[A ]| That sniveling Puritan, who in spite of all the Mode 402:01,100[A ]| Would be unfashionably Good, 402:01,101[A ]| And exercis'd his whining Gifts to Rail at Vice; 402:01,102[A ]| Him all the Wits of Athens damn'd, 402:01,103[A ]| And justly with Lampoons defam'd; 402:01,104[A ]| But when the mad Fanatick could not silenc'd be 402:01,105[A ]| From broaching dangerous Divinity, 402:01,106[A ]| The wise Republique made him for Prevention dy, 402:01,107[A ]| And quickly sent him to the gods and better Company. 402:01,108[A ]| Let fumbling Age be grave and wise, 402:01,109[A ]| And Vertue's poor contemn'd Idea prize, 402:01,110[A ]| Who never knew, or now are past the Sweets of Vice, 402:01,111[A ]| While we, whose active Pulses beat 402:01,112[A ]| With lusty Youth and vigorous Heat, 402:01,113[A ]| Can all their Beards and Morals too despise: 402:01,114[A ]| While my plump Veins are fill'd with Lust and Blood, 402:01,115[A ]| Let not one Thought of her Intrude, 402:01,116[A ]| Or dare approach my Breast; 402:01,117[A ]| But know 'tis all possest 402:01,118[A ]| By a more welcom Guest; 402:01,119[A ]| And know I have not yet the Leisure to be Good: 402:01,120[A ]| If ever unkind Destiny 402:01,121[A ]| Shall force long Life on me; 402:01,122[A ]| If ere I must the Curse of Dotage bear, 402:01,123[A ]| Perhaps I'll dedicate those Dregs of Time to her, 402:01,124[A ]| And come with Crutches her most humble Votary. 402:01,125[A ]| When sprightly Vice retreats from hence 402:01,126[A ]| And quits the Ruins of decayed Sence, 402:01,127[A ]| She'll serve to usher in a fair Pretence 402:01,128[A ]| And varnish with her Name a well-dissembled Impotence. 402:01,129[A ]| When Ptisick, Rheums, Catarrhs, and Palsies seize, 402:01,130[A ]| And all the Bill of Maladies, 402:01,131[A ]| Which Heav'n to punish overliving Mortals sends, 402:01,132[A ]| Then let her enter with the numerous Infirmities, 402:01,133[A ]| Her self the greatest Plague, which Wrinkles and grey Hairs attends. 402:01,134[A ]| Tell me, ye venerable Sots, who court her most, 402:01,135[A ]| What small Advantage can she boast, 402:01,136[A ]| Which her great Rival has not in a greater Store ingrost? 402:01,137[A ]| Her boasted Calm and Peace of Mind 402:01,138[A ]| In Wine and Company we better find, 402:01,139[A ]| Find it with Pleasure too combin'd, 402:01,140[A ]| In mighty Wine, where we our Sences steep, 402:01,141[A ]| And lull our Cares and Consciences asleep; 402:01,142[A ]| But why do I that wild Chimera name? 402:01,143[A ]| Conscience! that giddy airy Dream, 402:01,144[A ]| Which dos from brainsick Heads, or ill-digesting Stomachs steam! 402:01,145[A ]| Conscience! the vain fantastick Fear 402:01,146[A ]| Of Punishments we know not when, or where! 402:01,147[A ]| Project of crafty Statesmen! to support weak Law, 402:01,148[A ]| Whereby they slavish Spirits aw, 402:01,149[A ]| And dastard Souls to forc'd Obedience draw! 402:01,150[A ]| Grand Wheadle! which our gown'd Impostors use 402:01,151[A ]| The poor unthinking Rabble to abuse! 402:01,152[A ]| Scarecrow! to fright from the forbidden Fruit of Vice, 402:01,153[A ]| Their own beloved Paradice! 402:01,154[A ]| Let those vile Canters Wickednes decry, 402:01,155[A ]| Whose mercenary Tongues take Pay 402:01,156[A ]| For what they say, 402:01,157[A ]| And yet commend in Practice what their Words deny; 402:01,158[A ]| While we discerning Heads, who further pry, 402:01,159[A ]| Their holy Cheats defy, 402:01,160[A ]| And scorn their Frauds, and scorn their sanctifies Cajolery. 402:01,161[A ]| None, but dull unbred Fools, discredit Vice, 402:01,162[A ]| Who act their Wickedness with an ill Grace; 402:01,163[A ]| Such their Profession scandalize, 402:01,164[A ]| And justly forfeit all that Praise, 402:01,165[A ]| All that Esteem, that Credit, and Applause, 402:01,166[A ]| Which we by our wise Menage from a Sin can raise: 402:01,167[A ]| A true and brave Transgressor ought 402:01,168[A ]| To sin with the same Height of Spirit Caesar fought. 402:01,169[A ]| Mean-soul'd Offenders now no Honour gain, 402:01,170[A ]| Only Debauches of the nobler Strain; 402:01,171[A ]| Vice well improv'd yields Bliss and Fame beside, 402:01,172[A ]| And some for Sinning have bin deified: 402:01,173[A ]| Thus the lewd Gods of old did move 402:01,174[A ]| By these brave Methods to the Seats above; 402:01,175[A ]| Ev'n Jove himself, the Soveraign Deity, 402:01,176[A ]| Father and King of all th' immortal Progeny, 402:01,177[A ]| Ascended to that high Degree 402:01,178[A ]| By Crimes above the reach of weak Mortality. 402:01,179[A ]| He Heav'n one large Seraglio made, 402:01,180[A ]| Each Goddes turn'd a glorious Punk o' th' Trade, 402:01,181[A ]| And all that sacred Place 402:01,182[A ]| Was fill'd with Bastard-Gods of his own Race; 402:01,183[A ]| Almighty Lech'ery got his first Repute, 402:01,184[A ]| And everlasting Whoring was his chiefest Attribute. 402:01,185[A ]| How gallant was that Wretch whose happy Guilt 402:01,186[A ]| A Fame upon the Ruins of a Temple built; 402:01,187[A ]| Let Fools (said he) Impiety alledge, 402:01,188[A ]| And urge the no-great Fault of Sacriledge; 402:01,189[A ]| I'll set the sacred Pile on Flame, 402:01,190[A ]| And in it's Ashes write my lasting Name, 402:01,191[A ]| My Name, which thus shall be 402:01,192[A ]| Deathless as it's own Deity; 402:01,193[A ]| Thus the vain-glorious Carian I'll outdo, 402:01,194[A ]| And Aegypt's proudest Monarchs too, 402:01,195[A ]| Those lavish Prodigals, who idly did consume 402:01,196[A ]| Their Lives and Treasures to erect a Tomb, 402:01,197[A ]| And only great by being buried would become; 402:01,198[A ]| At cheaper Rates then their's I'll buy Renown, 402:01,199[A ]| And my loud Fame shall all their Silent Glories drown: 402:01,200[A ]| So spake the daring Hector, so did prophesy, 402:01,201[A ]| And so it prov'd; ~~ in vain did envious Spite 402:01,202[A ]| By fruitless Methods try 402:01,203[A ]| To raze his well-built Fame and Memory 402:01,204[A ]| Amongst Posterity; 402:01,205[A ]| The Boutefeu can now Immortal write, 402:01,206[A ]| While the inglorious Founder is forgotten quite. 402:01,207[A ]| Yet greater was that mighty Emperour 402:01,208[A ]| (A greater Crime befitted his high Pow'r) 402:01,209[A ]| Who sacrific'd a City to a Jest, 402:01,210[A ]| And shew'd he knew the grand Intrigues of Humour best: 402:01,211[A ]| He made all Rome a Bonfire to his Fame, 402:01,212[A ]| And sung and play'd and danc'd amidst the Flame. 402:01,213[A ]| Bravely begun! yet pity there he staid, 402:01,214[A ]| One step to Glory more he should have made, 402:01,215[A ]| He should have heav'd the noble Frolick higher, 402:01,216[A ]| And made the People on that Fun'eral Pile expire, 402:01,217[A ]| Or providently with their Blood put out the Fire. 402:01,218[A ]| Had this bin done, 402:01,219[A ]| The utmost Pitch of Glory he had won, 402:01,220[A ]| No greater Monument could be 402:01,221[A ]| To consecrate him to Eternity, 402:01,222[A ]| Nor should there need another Herald of his Praise, but Me. 402:01,223[A ]| And thou yet greater Faux, the Glory of our Ile, 402:01,224[A ]| Whom baffled Hell esteems its chiefest Foile; 402:01,225[A ]| 'Twere Injury should I omit thy Name, 402:01,226[A ]| Whose Action merits all the breath of Fame; 402:01,227[A ]| Methinks I see the trembling Shades below 402:01,228[A ]| Around in humble Rev'erence bow, 402:01,229[A ]| Doubtful they seem, whether to pay their Loyalty 402:01,230[A ]| To their dread Monarch, or to Thee; 402:01,231[A ]| No wonder he, grown jealous of thy fear'd Success, 402:01,232[A ]| Envied Mankind the Honour of thy Wickednes, 402:01,233[A ]| And spoil'd that brave Attempt, which must have made his Grandeur less. 402:01,234[A ]| Howe're regret not, mighty Ghost, 402:01,235[A ]| Thy Plot by treach'erous Fortune crost, 402:01,236[A ]| Nor think thy well-deserved Glory lost; 402:01,237[A ]| Thou the full Praise of Villany shalt ever share, 402:01,238[A ]| And all will judge thy Act compleat enough, when thou couldst dare. 402:01,239[A ]| So thy great Master far'd, whose high Disdain 402:01,240[A ]| Contemn'd that Heaven, where he could not Reign; 402:01,241[A ]| When He with bold Ambition strove 402:01,242[A ]| T'usurp the Throne above, 402:01,243[A ]| And led against the Deity an armed Train; 402:01,244[A ]| Tho' from his vast Designs he fell, 402:01,245[A ]| Orepow'r'd by his Almighty Fo; 402:01,246[A ]| Yet he gain'd Victo'y in his Overthrow, 402:01,247[A ]| He gain'd sufficient Triumph, that he durst Rebell, 402:01,248[A ]| And 'twas some Pleasure to be thought the great'st in Hell. 402:01,249[A ]| Tell me, ye great Triumvirate, what shall I do 402:01,250[A ]| To be as illustrious as You? 402:01,251[A ]| Let your Examples move me with a gen'erous Fire, 402:01,252[A ]| Let them into my daring Thoughts inspire 402:01,253[A ]| Somewhat compleatly Wicked, some vast giant Crime, 402:01,254[A ]| Unknown, unheard, unthought of by all past and present Time: 402:01,255[A ]| 'Tis done, 'tis done; ~~ methinks I feel the pow'rfull Charms, 402:01,256[A ]| And a new Heat of Sin my Spirits warms; 402:01,257[A ]| I travail with a glorious Mischief, for whose Birth 402:01,258[A ]| My Soul's too narrow, and weak Fate too feeble yet to bring it forth: 402:01,259[A ]| Let the unpittied Vulgar tamely go, 402:01,260[A ]| And stock for Company the wide Plantations down below; 402:01,261[A ]| Such their vile Souls for viler Barter sell, 402:01,262[A ]| Scarce worth the Damning, or their Room in Hell: 402:01,263[A ]| We are its Grandees, and expect as high Preferment there 402:01,264[A ]| For our good Service, as on Earth we share: 402:01,265[A ]| In them Sin is but a meer Privative of Good, 402:01,266[A ]| The Frailty and Defect of Flesh and Blood; 402:01,267[A ]| In Us 'tis a Perfection, who profess 402:01,268[A ]| A studied and elab'rate Wickednes: 402:01,269[A ]| We're the great Roya'l Society of Vice, 402:01,270[A ]| Whose Talents are to make Discoveries, 402:01,271[A ]| And advance Sin like other Arts and Sciences: 402:01,272[A ]| 'Tis I, the bold Columbus, only I, 402:01,273[A ]| Who must new Worlds in Vice descry, 402:01,274[A ]| And fix the Pillars of unpassable Iniquity: 402:01,275[A ]| How sneaking was the first Debauch, that Sin'd, 402:01,276[A ]| Who for so small a Crime sold human kind? 402:01,277[A ]| How undeserving that high Place, 402:01,278[A ]| To be thought Parent of our Sin and Race, 402:01,279[A ]| Who by low Guilt our Nature doubly did debase? 402:01,280[A ]| Unworthy was he to be thought 402:01,281[A ]| Father of the great first-born Cain, which he begot, 402:01,282[A ]| The noble Cain, whose bold and gallant Act 402:01,283[A ]| Proclaim'd him of more high Extract; 402:01,284[A ]| Unworthy Me, 402:01,285[A ]| And all the braver Part of his Posterity: 402:01,286[A ]| Had the just Fates design'd me in his stead, 402:01,287[A ]| I'd done some great and unexampled Deed; 402:01,288[A ]| A Deed, which should decry 402:01,289[A ]| The Stoicks dull Equality, 402:01,290[A ]| And shew that Sin admits Transcendency; 402:01,291[A ]| A Deed, wherein the Tempter should not share, 402:01,292[A ]| Above what Heav'n could punish, and above what he could dare; 402:01,293[A ]| For greater Crimes then his I would have fell, 402:01,294[A ]| And acted somewhat, which might merit more then Hell. 402:02,000[A ]| 402:02,000[A ]| 402:02,001[A ]| My Part is done, and you'l (I hope) excuse 402:02,002[A ]| Th' Extravagance of a repenting Muse; 402:02,003[A ]| Pardon where she has too boldly said, 402:02,004[A ]| She only acted here in Masquerade; 402:02,005[A ]| And the slight Arguments, she did produce, 402:02,006[A ]| Were not to flatter Vice, but to Traduce; 402:02,007[A ]| So we Buffoons in Princely Dress expose 402:02,008[A ]| Not to be Gay, but more Ridiculous: 402:02,009[A ]| When she a Hector for her Subject had, 402:02,010[A ]| She thought she must be Termagant and mad; 402:02,011[A ]| That made her speak like a lewd Punk o' th' Town, 402:02,012[A ]| Who, by Converse with Bullies wicked grown, 402:02,013[A ]| Has learnt the Mode to cry all Vertue down; 402:02,014[A ]| But now the Vizard's off, she changes Scene, 402:02,015[A ]| And turns a modest civil Girle agen. 402:02,016[A ]| Our Poet has a different Tast of Wit, 402:02,017[A ]| Now will to th' common Vogue himself submit; 402:02,018[A ]| Let some admire the Fops, those Talents ly 402:02,019[A ]| In venting dull insipid Blasphemy; 402:02,020[A ]| He swears he cannot with those terms dispence, 402:02,021[A ]| Nor will be damn'd for the Repute of Sence: 402:02,022[A ]| Wit's Name was never to Profaness due, 402:02,023[A ]| For then you see he could be witty too: 402:02,024[A ]| He cou'd lampoon the State and libel Kings, 402:02,025[A ]| But that he's Loyal and knows better things, 402:02,026[A ]| Then Fame, whose guilty Birth from Treason springs. 402:02,027[A ]| He likes not Wit, which can't a Licence claim, 402:02,028[A ]| To which the Author dares not set his Name; 402:02,029[A ]| Wit should be open, court each Reader's Ey, 402:02,030[A ]| Not lurk in sly unprinted Privacy; 402:02,031[A ]| But Criminal Writers, like dull Birds of Night, 402:02,032[A ]| For Weakness, or for Shame avoid the Light; 402:02,033[A ]| May such a Jury for their Audience have, 402:02,034[A ]| And from the Bench, not Pit, their Doom receive. 402:02,035[A ]| May they the Tow'r for their due merit share, 402:02,036[A ]| And a just Wreath of Hemp, for Laurel, wear. 402:02,037[A ]| He could be Bawdy too, and nick the Times 402:02,038[A ]| In what they dearly love, damn'd Placket-Rhymes, 402:02,039[A ]| Such as our Nobles write, ~~ 402:02,040[A ]| Whose nauseous Poetry can reach no higher, 402:02,041[A ]| Then what the Codpiece and its God inspire; 402:02,042[A ]| So lewd, they spend at Quill, you'd justly think, 402:02,043[A ]| They wrote with something nastier then Ink: 402:02,044[A ]| But he still thought that little Wit, or none, 402:02,045[A ]| Which a just Modesty must never own, 402:02,046[A ]| And the meer Reader with a blush attone: 402:02,047[A ]| If Ribaldry deserv'd the Praise of Wit, 402:02,048[A ]| He must resign to each Illiterate Cit, 402:02,049[A ]| And Prentices and Carmen challenge it; 402:02,050[A ]| Ev'n they too can be smart and Witty there 402:02,051[A ]| For all Men on that Subject Poets are: 402:02,052[A ]| Henceforth, he says, if ever more he find 402:02,053[A ]| Himself to the base Itch of Verse inclin'd, 402:02,054[A ]| If e're he's given up so far to write, 402:02,055[A ]| He never means to make his End Delight; 402:02,056[A ]| Should he do so, he must despair Success, 402:02,057[A ]| For he's not now debaucht enough to Please, 402:02,058[A ]| And must be damn'd for want of Wickedness; 402:02,059[A ]| He'l therefore use his Gift another Way, 402:02,060[A ]| And next the Ugliness of Vice display; 402:02,061[A ]| Tho against Vertue once he drew his Pen, 402:02,062[A ]| He'll ne'er for ought, but her Defence agen: 402:02,063[A ]| Had he a Genius and Poetique Rage, 402:02,064[A ]| Great as the Vices of this guilty Age; 402:02,065[A ]| Were he all Gall, and arm'd with store of Spite, 402:02,066[A ]| 'Twere worth his Pains to undertake to write; 402:02,067[A ]| To noble Satyr he'd direct his Aim, 402:02,068[A ]| And by't, Mankind and Poetry reclaim; 402:02,069[A ]| He'd shoot his Quills, just like a Porcupine, 402:02,070[A ]| At Vice, and make 'em stab in ev'ry Line: 402:02,071[A ]| The World should learn to blush, ~~ 402:02,072[A ]| And dread the Vengeance of his pointed Wit, 402:02,073[A ]| Which worse then their own Consciences should fright, 402:02,074[A ]| And all should think him Heav'ns just Plague, design'd 402:02,075[A ]| To visit for the Sins of lewd Mankind.