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111:03,000['  ]| <To the Society of the Beaux Esprits.>
111:03,000['  ]| <ODE.>
111:03,000['  ]| <I.>
111:03,001[A  ]| If Poets when they undertake
111:03,002[A  ]| Some happy glorious Theme,
111:03,003[A  ]| That$6#1$ does their Hero's Worth Immortal make
111:03,004[A  ]| And settle in$4$ the foremost Rank of Fame;
111:03,005[A  ]| If they invoke some GOD to$9$ be
111:03,006[A  ]| Propitious, and infuse
111:03,007[A  ]| Life, Spirit, Warmth and Vigour in$4$ the Muse,
111:03,008[A  ]| Such as may Animate the whole Design,
111:03,009[A  ]| And show they are guided by$4$ a Hand Divine;
111:03,010[A  ]| What Power? What Deity
111:03,011[A  ]| (You learned Society)
111:03,012[A  ]| Must be invoked by$4$ Me?
111:03,013[A  ]| It is YOU, Great Souls, and only YOU
111:03,014[A  ]| Whose Fame I sing must aid me too:
111:03,015[A  ]| If you assist, the Work will$1$ shine
111:03,016[A  ]| With something Heavenly every Line;
111:03,017[A  ]| But all must fail, if all be Mine.
111:03,000['  ]| <II.>
111:03,018[A  ]| No$2$ tedious Ways You have taken to$4$ your Fame,
111:03,019[A  ]| No$2$ vain Meanders traced,
111:03,020[A  ]| At something certain you direct your Aim;
111:03,021[A  ]| While those that$6#1$ obstinately go astray,
111:03,022[A  ]| And walk by$4$ Guess when there is a Beaten Way,
111:03,023[A  ]| Are but the more remarkably disgraced.
111:03,024[A  ]| So$3$ the dull Chemist with much Toil and Pain,
111:03,025[A  ]| And equal Loss of Time and Brain,
111:03,026[A  ]| Preposterously wears out his wretched Days
111:03,027[A  ]| In$4$ solid Vanity and empty Praise;
111:03,028[A  ]| And all to$9$ find (such Notions does he start)
111:03,029[A  ]| What neither is in$4$ Nature, or in$4$ Art.
111:03,030[A  ]| In$4$ vain they strive that$6#2$ pass-less Rock to$9$ explore,
111:03,031[A  ]| Where they have seen so$5#1$ many split before,
111:03,032[A  ]| And lost on$4$ the inhospitable Shore;
111:03,033[A  ]| Castles erecting fondly in$4$ the Air;
111:03,034[A  ]| Rapt with the Bliss
111:03,035[A  ]| They shall possess
111:03,036[A  ]| In$4$ their new Golden Worlds ~~ the Lord knows where!
111:03,037[A  ]| But after all, we see,
111:03,038[A  ]| (And they themselves at last as well as we)
111:03,039[A  ]| When their whole Lives are in$4$ expectance gone,
111:03,040[A  ]| (Betrayed by$4$ Hope, and led deluded on$5$)
111:03,041[A  ]| Instead of the famed Stone, so$5#1$ much their Care,
111:03,042[A  ]| There is nothing left Existing but Despair,
111:03,043[A  ]| A Dismal Prospect of their Folly past,
111:03,044[A  ]| Their Treasure is vanished, and their Want is to$9$ last.
111:03,000['  ]| <III.>
111:03,045[A  ]| When first you did your Forces join,
111:03,046[A  ]| When first you did your Mingled Lustre twine
111:03,047[A  ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ Bright Orb where now you shine,
111:03,048[A  ]| Making, in$4$ what you Spoke and Writ,
111:03,049[A  ]| A Perfect Galaxy of Wit,
111:03,050[A  ]| Stretched all across the Muse's Sky,
111:03,051[A  ]| As truly Great, and as sublimely high:
111:03,052[A  ]| That$3$ you might still remain the same,
111:03,053[A  ]| And carry on$5$ a Deathless Name,
111:03,054[A  ]| You none among you would admit,
111:03,055[A  ]| Though never so$5#1$ Powerful, Rich, or Great,
111:03,056[A  ]| That$6#1$ set up$5$ Blasphemy for$4$ Wit.
111:03,057[A  ]| Nor those that$6#1$ with as small Excuse,
111:03,058[A  ]| Run into Bawdry and Abuse.
111:03,059[A  ]| Nor yet the Coxcombs who$6#1$ have no$2$ Pretence
111:03,060[A  ]| But Titles to$9$ be Men of Sense.
111:03,061[A  ]| No$2$ Scribblers, whose flagitious Rhymes
111:03,062[A  ]| Confirm the Vicious in$4$ their Crimes.
111:03,063[A  ]| No$2$ Fools enamoured of their Lungs,
111:03,064[A  ]| With Souls transfused into their Songs:
111:03,065[A  ]| That$6#2$ gargling Revel-rout that$6#1$ Durf**y rules;
111:03,066[A  ]| The Captain-General of the Phyllis-Fools.
111:03,067[A  ]| To$4$ none
111:03,068[A  ]| Was the great Blessing shown
111:03,069[A  ]| But who$6#1$ brought equal Merit of their own;
111:03,070[A  ]| Such as were Worthy, and believed
111:03,071[A  ]| The Honour Worthy they received:
111:03,072[A  ]| That$6#1$ loathed the crying Vices of the Age,
111:03,073[A  ]| And the loose Scenes of the declining Stage.
111:03,000['  ]| <IV.>
111:03,074[A  ]| Thus Constituted you your Race began,
111:03,075[A  ]| And at the Goal already are arrived;
111:03,076[A  ]| Unlike the Greshamites, who$6#1$ slower run,
111:03,077[A  ]| And have their Fame survived.
111:03,078[A  ]| Then, that$3$ you still may know Content,
111:03,079[A  ]| You give no$2$ sharp Invectives vent,
111:03,080[A  ]| Especially on$4$ Government:
111:03,081[A  ]| Whatever a Race of Malcontents have writ,
111:03,082[A  ]| While on$4$ the Kingly Power they Brooding sit,
111:03,083[A  ]| The Loyal Man is much the Nobler Wit.
111:03,084[A  ]| Nor do you take Delight to$9$ pry
111:03,085[A  ]| Into the Dark-wrought Snares of Policy;
111:03,086[A  ]| Made intricate by$4$ Juggling Elves,
111:03,087[A  ]| And often proves a Maze to$9$ lose themselves.
111:03,088[A  ]| Never vex, or wonder at the prosperous Fate
111:03,089[A  ]| That$6#1$ does on$4$ Fools and Villains wait,
111:03,090[A  ]| And to$4$ the highest Grandeur raise;
111:03,091[A  ]| Where they like$4$ Meteors blaze,
111:03,092[A  ]| With all the lavish Poets wanton in$4$ their Praise:
111:03,093[A  ]| This styles them Noble, and that$6#2$ calls them Just,
111:03,094[A  ]| And tells how well they have discharged their Trust;
111:03,095[A  ]| Though they raised all their Store
111:03,096[A  ]| By$4$ peeling of the Public and the Poor;
111:03,097[A  ]| As by$4$ Estates, soon got, we are sure they must:
111:03,098[A  ]| Gain, only Gain their whole Intent;
111:03,099[A  ]| Forgetting what the Scriptures teach,
111:03,100[A  ]| That$3$ He that$6#1$ is hasty to$9$ be Rich
111:03,101[A  ]| Shall not be Innocent.
111:03,102[A  ]| Another does their Eloquence approve,
111:03,103[A  ]| As if their Tongues were tuned above,
111:03,104[A  ]| And swears like$4$ Orpheus's Harp, they make the Forests move:
111:03,105[A  ]| Though to$4$ the Man that$6#1$ nicely marks,
111:03,106[A  ]| A Dog keeps more Coherence when he barks.
111:03,107[A  ]| Thus for$4$ a while they flourish ~~ but anon
111:03,108[A  ]| Some sudden Storm of State comes pouring on$5$;
111:03,109[A  ]| Nor will$1$ it give them time to$9$ breathe:
111:03,110[A  ]| Seized! Tried! Convicted! ~~ then they sadly see
111:03,111[A  ]| How much a guilty Wealth is beneath
111:03,112[A  ]| An Honest Poverty.
111:03,000['  ]| <V.>
111:03,113[A  ]| Nor is your precious Time misspent
111:03,114[A  ]| In$4$ the vile Clamours of the Bar;
111:03,115[A  ]| Where the loud Tough-Lunged Tribe, on$4$ Gain intent,
111:03,116[A  ]| Wage an Eternal War.
111:03,117[A  ]| The Cause now opening, either Side
111:03,118[A  ]| Draw up$5$ and for$4$ Defence provide:
111:03,119[A  ]| These first the Desperate Onset give,
111:03,120[A  ]| And those as Desperately receive.
111:03,121[A  ]| Meanwhile the Auxiliary Band
111:03,122[A  ]| That$6#1$ the Defendant Chiefs Command,
111:03,123[A  ]| The Swiss that$6#1$ Swear on$4$ either Side for$4$ Pay,
111:03,124[A  ]| March boldly up$5$ and plunge into the Fray.
111:03,125[A  ]| And now the Plaintiff Squadrons seem to$9$ yield,
111:03,126[A  ]| And wild Disorder covers all the Field:
111:03,127[A  ]| When, of a Sudden, Lo! the vanquished War
111:03,128[A  ]| Rallies afresh, and threatens from afar:
111:03,129[A  ]| Their Heroes of the Post they now display,
111:03,130[A  ]| Which$6#1$ they behind had closely laid,
111:03,131[A  ]| For$4$ a Reserve, in$4$ Ambuscade,
111:03,132[A  ]| And by$4$ clear Dint of Perjury turn the Day.
111:03,133[A  ]| And now the Battle hangs in$4$ Even Scale,
111:03,134[A  ]| Nor those can Conquer, nor can these prevail.
111:03,135[A  ]| Meanwhile, upon$4$ this Poise of Fate,
111:03,136[A  ]| The Chiefs again renew the dire Debate,
111:03,137[A  ]| With Din enough to$9$ deafen Billingsgate.
111:03,138[A  ]| This is the Issue of a hungry Clown,
111:03,139[A  ]| And wore his Leathern Breeches up$5$ to$4$ Town.
111:03,140[A  ]| That$6#2$ has a Conscience steeled, and this a Face
111:03,141[A  ]| Of right Corinthian Brass;
111:03,142[A  ]| And he that$6#1$ Brays so$5#1$ loudly is an Ass.
111:03,143[A  ]| But when the Pleading is at an End,
111:03,144[A  ]| They have no$2$ further to$9$ contend:
111:03,145[A  ]| Then all their Animosity and Strife
111:03,146[A  ]| Is how to$9$ make the Cause as long as Life;
111:03,147[A  ]| And, in$4$ large brimming Bowls,
111:03,148[A  ]| To$9$ quaff in$4$ Burgundy the Spoil of Fools.
111:03,000['  ]| <VI.>
111:03,149[A  ]| O Madness! Madness to$4$ the last Excess!
111:03,150[A  ]| Nor can the Frenzy well be less,
111:03,151[A  ]| While thus we are Goaded on$5$ to$4$ Wickedness:
111:03,152[A  ]| Envy and Hatred would of Course expire,
111:03,153[A  ]| Were not the Lawyer by$5$ to$9$ feed the Fire.
111:03,154[A  ]| Their packing Juries too we can not forbear,
111:03,155[A  ]| The Harvest rises plenteous there.
111:03,156[A  ]| Four Crops at least in$4$ the most Barren Year.
111:03,157[A  ]| By$4$ them in$4$ Trials we are absolved, or doomed,
111:03,158[A  ]| The Judge but as a Cipher stands;
111:03,159[A  ]| For$3$ though the Evidence be rightly summed,
111:03,160[A  ]| The main Decision falls of Course to$4$ other Hands.
111:03,161[A  ]| Even in$4$ the best of Times we can not deny
111:03,162@x   | "The Jury passing on$4$ the Prisoner's Life
111:03,163@x   | "In$4$ the sworn Twelve may have a Thief
111:03,164@x   | "Guiltier than him they try:
111:03,165[A  ]| But now the Lawyer does much deeper strike,
111:03,166[A  ]| And all the Impanelled List are Rogues alike:
111:03,167[A  ]| In$4$ vain they half are Challenged; still we find
111:03,168[A  ]| Though Bad is Excepted, worse is left behind.
111:03,169[A  ]| Break Houses up$5$, let Blood be spilt,
111:03,170[A  ]| The Bribery will$1$ not find the Guilt.
111:03,171[A  ]| Buy an Estate without one Farthing's Aid,
111:03,172[A  ]| Owe Thousands to$4$ the Men of Trade,
111:03,173[A  ]| The Attorney palms the Jury ~~ and it is paid.
111:03,174[A  ]| None better know the Law was meant
111:03,175[A  ]| Injustice to$9$ redress,
111:03,176[A  ]| To$9$ free the Poor and Innocent,
111:03,177[A  ]| And make Oppression less;
111:03,178[A  ]| None better know ~~ but here is the Curse,
111:03,179[A  ]| No$2$ Men employ that$6#2$ Knowledge worse:
111:03,180[A  ]| Not Devils clothed in$4$ Flesh and Blood
111:03,181[A  ]| Could more delight in$4$ Gain, or fly so$5#1$ fast from Good.
111:03,182[A  ]| How could Gray's-Inn or how the Temple rise
111:03,183[A  ]| (Such Pompous Piles as even out-brave the Skies,
111:03,184[A  ]| And seem a Dwelling fit for$4$ Deities)
111:03,185[A  ]| If all the Cash that$6#1$ such a Charge sustained,
111:03,186[A  ]| Had only been by$4$ honest Pleading gained ~~
111:03,187[A  ]| As bad as now we count the Times,
111:03,188[A  ]| With all its Villainies and Crimes,
111:03,189[A  ]| Yet this in$4$ its Defence we have;
111:03,190[A  ]| That$3$ no$2$ Man ever saw
111:03,191[A  ]| A thorough, finished, Total Knave
111:03,192[A  ]| But what was bred to$4$ Law.
111:03,000['  ]| <VII.>
111:03,193[A  ]| But as you justly fix your Hate
111:03,194[A  ]| Upon$4$ these Vermin of the State,
111:03,195[A  ]| That$6#1$ Ravage on$4$ the Spring just as they please,
111:03,196[A  ]| And leave the Barren After-Crop to$4$ other Sciences;
111:03,197[A  ]| So$3$ you as much the Fools expose
111:03,198[A  ]| (For$3$ they deserve the sharpest Scorn)
111:03,199[A  ]| That$6#1$ run by$4$ Choice into the Dangerous Noose ~~
111:03,200[A  ]| But Asses are for$4$ Slavery born.
111:03,201[A  ]| The Needy from their Doors they chase
111:03,202[A  ]| As they were not of Human Race,
111:03,203[A  ]| Nor will$1$ from Thousands spare a Mite,
111:03,204[A  ]| Yet waste Estates to$9$ propagate their Spite:
111:03,205[A  ]| Will$1$ give a Million without Grutch,
111:03,206[A  ]| Just only for$4$ the bare Delight
111:03,207[A  ]| To$9$ make another Rascal spend as much:
111:03,208[A  ]| Not once considering what will$1$, last, befall,
111:03,209[A  ]| Or who$6#1$ stands waiting by$5$ to$9$ sweep up$5$ all.
111:03,210[A  ]| At the Groom-Porters, so$5#2$,
111:03,211[A  ]| I have seen the Fops, Impatient for$4$ the Throw,
111:03,212[A  ]| Win their Three Hands and gladly pay
111:03,213[A  ]| Persisting in$4$ the flattering Play,
111:03,214[A  ]| Until, between what was won and lost,
111:03,215[A  ]| Wise Neal has half the Cash engrossed:
111:03,216[A  ]| Still they push on$5$, nor mind the Impending Ill,
111:03,217[A  ]| The Purse will$1$ empty as the Box does fill.
111:03,218[A  ]| And so$3$ too have I read
111:03,219[A  ]| In$4$ Living Lines, though the famed Author's dead,
111:03,220[A  ]| The Frog and Mouse were once at Mortal Strife,
111:03,221[A  ]| And each in$4$ equal Hazard of his Life;
111:03,222[A  ]| The Kite, who$6#1$ from on$4$ high the Feud did view,
111:03,223[A  ]| To$9$ show how vainly Fools contend,
111:03,224[A  ]| Devoured both Plaintiff and Defendant too;
111:03,225[A  ]| And brought the Senseless Quarrel to$4$ an End.
111:03,000['  ]| <VIII.>
111:03,226[A  ]| Nor stop you here: the more flagitious Quack,
111:03,227[A  ]| That$6#1$ wears a Leash of Lives upon$4$ his Back,
111:03,228[A  ]| Feels your Resentment like$4$ the rest,
111:03,229[A  ]| For$4$ him a like$2$ Disdain expressed:
111:03,230[A  ]| Nor can his Blasphemy, or Wit,
111:03,231[A  ]| Preserve him from the Notion of a Cheat
111:03,232[A  ]| That$6#1$ grows by$4$ purging, and by$4$ poisoning, Great.
111:03,233[A  ]| How very Negligent they are
111:03,234[A  ]| Too fatally we see;
111:03,235[A  ]| Nor need they make our Lives their Care,
111:03,236[A  ]| That$6#1$ both ways, live or die, will$1$ have their Fee.
111:03,237[A  ]| By$4$ Indirection thus they raise their Store,
111:03,238[A  ]| Keep Coaches, Lackeys; Drink, and Game, and Whore;
111:03,239[A  ]| And Quality itself can do no$2$ more.
111:03,240[A  ]| Religion either they detest,
111:03,241[A  ]| Or, which$6#1$ is equal, make a Jest;
111:03,242[A  ]| Askance, like$4$ Fiends, they all its Precepts view;
111:03,243[A  ]| With the same Poison they their Spawn endue,
111:03,244[A  ]| And taint the Apothecary too,
111:03,245[A  ]| With Lucre and Profaneness through and through:
111:03,246[A  ]| Who$6#1$ close, like$4$ Leeches, to$4$ their Patients cleave,
111:03,247[A  ]| And with their damned unconscionable Bills
111:03,248[A  ]| No$2$ Cash to$9$ pay for$4$ future Illness leave;
111:03,249[A  ]| The Pounds just equal to$4$ the Tale of Pills.
111:03,250[A  ]| Thus Fool with Villains wilfully complying,
111:03,251[A  ]| Are made to$9$ pay even for$4$ their Dying:
111:03,252[A  ]| Nay some have left them Legacies by$4$ Will$0$,
111:03,253[A  ]| And even in$4$ Death admired their Murderer's Skill.
111:03,000['  ]| <IX.>
111:03,254[A  ]| Unhappy foolish, wilful Man,
111:03,255[A  ]| Preposterous! from thyself thy Woes began.
111:03,256[A  ]| Of all Created Things none are so$5#1$ cursed as Thee,
111:03,257[A  ]| So$5#1$ cursed by$4$ an acquired Simplicity.
111:03,258[A  ]| The feathered and four-footed Kind,
111:03,259[A  ]| Without those Helps we boast to$9$ find,
111:03,260[A  ]| Endure Heaven's Wrath, Excessive Heat and Cold,
111:03,261[A  ]| Yet grow, according to$4$ their Natures old:
111:03,262[A  ]| Nor are among themselves at strife
111:03,263[A  ]| How to$9$ abridge the Little Span of Life;
111:03,264[A  ]| Which$6#1$ of itself, alas! is quickly gone,
111:03,265[A  ]| And flies too fast to$9$ be pushed faster on$5$:
111:03,266[A  ]| But Man, vain Man has found a thousand Keys
111:03,267[A  ]| To$9$ open that$6#2$ one Lock that$6#1$ ends his Days:
111:03,268[A  ]| Or if Sword, Fire, the Plague, and Famine fail,
111:03,269[A  ]| They are not Physician Proof ~~ he will$1$ certainly prevail.
111:03,270[A  ]| O for$4$ a Western Wind that$6#1$ may
111:03,271[A  ]| To$4$ the Red Ocean, far away,
111:03,272[A  ]| These numerous Locusts bear,
111:03,273[A  ]| A greater Curse than those of Egypt were;
111:03,274[A  ]| They but a while brought Desolation;
111:03,275[A  ]| But these are fixed a standing Plague to$9$ scourge the sinful Nation.
111:03,000['  ]| <X.>
111:03,276[A  ]| With these you equally despise
111:03,277[A  ]| The Sots that$6#1$ pore upon$4$ the Skies,
111:03,278[A  ]| Egregiously to$9$ Calculate
111:03,279[A  ]| The Good or Evil Fate
111:03,280[A  ]| Of Fools' ~~ and worse ~~ of Women's Destinies.
111:03,281[A  ]| When such a One may escape being hanged, or drowned,
111:03,282[A  ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ he is wickedly presumed
111:03,283[A  ]| By$4$ Heavenly Influence to$9$ be doomed;
111:03,284[A  ]| And had the untimely End without their warning found.
111:03,285[A  ]| When a lost Lover will$1$ again return,
111:03,286[A  ]| By$4$ Incantations read, and Sigils worn,
111:03,287[A  ]| And humbly at the Virgin's Feet his past Presumption mourn.
111:03,288[A  ]| If Marriage will$1$ disastrous grow,
111:03,289[A  ]| And sink into Domestic Jars;
111:03,290[A  ]| When the most common Fool may know,
111:03,291[A  ]| Without the Assistance of the Stars,
111:03,292[A  ]| It will$1$ certainly do so$5#2$.
111:03,293[A  ]| When Comets hang aloft in$4$ Air,
111:03,294[A  ]| With swinging Tails and blazing Hair,
111:03,295[A  ]| To$4$ what Part of the threatened World
111:03,296[A  ]| The fatal Influence will$1$ be hurled
111:03,297[A  ]| In$4$ Schism, Faction, Famine, Plague and War.
111:03,298[A  ]| When Moles appear upon$4$ the Skin,
111:03,299[A  ]| How all the Passions may, within,
111:03,300[A  ]| Be through the Sable Mirrors seen;
111:03,301[A  ]| Whether the Bearer is Prudent, Brave, or Just,
111:03,302[A  ]| The Friend of Bacchus, or the Child of Lust.
111:03,303[A  ]| What all our Senseless Dreams import,
111:03,304[A  ]| Dressed in$4$ a Thousand various Shapes,
111:03,305[A  ]| Centaurs, Chimeras, Bulls and Apes,
111:03,306[A  ]| When Fancy is disposed her Airyship to$9$ Sport.
111:03,000['  ]| <XI.>
111:03,307[A  ]| Thus with their Aspects, Houses, Signs,
111:03,308[A  ]| And all that$6#1$ Ignorance with them joins
111:03,309[A  ]| To$9$ furnish out their Planetary Schemes,
111:03,310[A  ]| They run to$4$ more Ridiculous Extremes
111:03,311[A  ]| Than Poets, Fools, and Madmen in$4$ their Dreams.
111:03,312[A  ]| How can another's Fate be known
111:03,313[A  ]| By$4$ Him that$6#1$ is Ignorant of his Own?
111:03,314[A  ]| Or how can he foresee the Intrigues of Rome,
111:03,315[A  ]| Or which$6#1$ way France will$1$ play their Game,
111:03,316[A  ]| A Stranger to$4$ our Policy at Home? 
111:03,317[A  ]| If it of late deserves the Name.
111:03,318[A  ]| The wisest Man that$6#1$ ever was presumes
111:03,319[A  ]| That$3$ none can know the Future till it comes.
111:03,320[A  ]| To$9$ tell what Time will$1$ bring to$4$ Light
111:03,321[A  ]| How dare the rash Predictor boast,
111:03,322[A  ]| That$6#1$ can not retrieve, though never so$5#1$ slight,
111:03,323[A  ]| One Thought that$6#1$ Memory has lost ~~
111:03,324[A  ]| The Stars, alas! but little show
111:03,325[A  ]| Of what will$1$ happen here below,
111:03,326[A  ]| And less the Gazers on$5$ them know.
111:03,327[A  ]| He only that$6#1$ can Virtuous be
111:03,328[A  ]| Best understands Futurity.
111:03,329[A  ]| Whatever Fools believe, and Villains prate,
111:03,330[A  ]| We make, ourselves, our Good or Evil Fate.
111:03,000['  ]| <XII.>
111:03,331[A  ]| With these, in$4$ the same Wretched File,
111:03,332[A  ]| Our Virtuosos take their Place;
111:03,333[A  ]| A Class of Men so$5#1$ vain and vile,
111:03,334[A  ]| They scarce deserve the Grace.
111:03,335[A  ]| Who$6#2$ is it can with Patience see
111:03,336[A  ]| Their Magazines of Trumpery?
111:03,337[A  ]| Which$6#1$, if we may believe the Voice of Fame
111:03,338[A  ]| Would take up$5$ a whole Century to$9$ name.
111:03,339[A  ]| Here one, that$6#1$ thinks he is no$2$ Ass,
111:03,340[A  ]| Does through his Magnifying Glass
111:03,341[A  ]| On$4$ some Minutest Insects pry
111:03,342[A  ]| With such a fixed and heedful Eye
111:03,343[A  ]| As if the World were to$9$ be made anew,
111:03,344[A  ]| Or Heaven itself depended on$4$ the View.
111:03,345[A  ]| Yet all the while shall have no$2$ other Aim
111:03,346[A  ]| Than just to$9$ see (O vain Design!
111:03,347[A  ]| And truly worthy of the Elves!)
111:03,348[A  ]| If any Vermin breed and feed on$4$ them,
111:03,349[A  ]| As Ticks on$4$ Horses, Dogs and Swine,
111:03,350[A  ]| And Lice upon$4$ themselves.
111:03,351[A  ]| Another does to$4$ Montpelier repair
111:03,352[A  ]| To$9$ bring home Bottled Air,
111:03,353[A  ]| Then generously uncorks it here;
111:03,354[A  ]| A Pint enough to$9$ purify a Shire.
111:03,355[A  ]| A Third will$1$ send for$4$ Water from the Rhine,
111:03,356[A  ]| Only to$9$ make comparison between
111:03,357[A  ]| The Thames and that$6#2$, which$6#1$ of the Two is most light,
111:03,358[A  ]| And which$6#1$ will$1$ freeze the thickest in$4$ a Night.
111:03,359[A  ]| Others aver, the Mites in$4$ Cheese
111:03,360[A  ]| Live in$4$ a Monarchy like$4$ Bees;
111:03,361[A  ]| Have Civil Laws and Magistrates,
111:03,362[A  ]| Their Rise, Continuance, and their Fates,
111:03,363[A  ]| Like$4$ other Human Powers and States;
111:03,364[A  ]| And, by$4$ a strange Peculiar Art,
111:03,365[A  ]| Can hear them Sneeze, Discourse and F**rt:
111:03,366[A  ]| These Men, by$4$ Right, should be Astrologers,
111:03,367[A  ]| And hold Acquaintance with the Stars,
111:03,368[A  ]| Happy for$4$ doubting Man it would be;
111:03,369[A  ]| For$3$ they that$6#1$ have such Eyes, what is it they may not see!
111:03,000['  ]| <XIII.>
111:03,370[A  ]| Nor is Philosophy exempt
111:03,371[A  ]| From Censure, not to$9$ say contempt:
111:03,372[A  ]| It is true its Excellencies are
111:03,373[A  ]| Above all other Science far,
111:03,374[A  ]| That$6#2$ but a Glow-worm, this a Star:
111:03,375[A  ]| And yet it does so$5#1$ many Errors share,
111:03,376[A  ]| As if they all at once existed there.
111:03,377[A  ]| How many vain Opinions have began,
111:03,378[A  ]| And been as vainly carried on$5$
111:03,379[A  ]| By$4$ that$6#2$ most vain of all the Creatures, Man?
111:03,380[A  ]| All his Enquiries well express
111:03,381[A  ]| The best of them but speak by$4$ guess.
111:03,382[A  ]| Here one, the first and wisest, could not see
111:03,383[A  ]| But that$3$ this All was from Eternity;
111:03,384[A  ]| And did on$4$ its own Principles depend
111:03,385[A  ]| As self existent, and would never End,
111:03,386[A  ]| Another (as if rising from a Trance,
111:03,387[A  ]| And all the Atoms in$4$ their Antique Dance,
111:03,388[A  ]| Those Atoms which$6#1$, all sorts of Union past,
111:03,389[A  ]| Leaped into Form and made a World at last)
111:03,390[A  ]| Asserts it will$1$ perish, as it came by$4$ Chance.
111:03,391[A  ]| A third the Earth is fixed and all above,
111:03,392[A  ]| Sun, Moon, and Stars, forever round it move:
111:03,393[A  ]| The Opponent brings it all in$4$ doubt
111:03,394[A  ]| And says the Earth is whirled about,
111:03,395[A  ]| By$4$ a Finger and a Thumb at first set up$5$,
111:03,396[A  ]| And slept ever since just like$4$ a School-boy's Top:
111:03,397[A  ]| While the Superior Orbs of Light
111:03,398[A  ]| Stand gazing on$5$, and wonder at the Sight.
111:03,399[A  ]| Some that$3$ the Moon is a World; and add withal
111:03,400[A  ]| This Globe on$4$ which$6#1$ we tread, this ponderous Ball,
111:03,401[A  ]| Reflects a Light up$5$ to$4$ the Lunar Sphere,
111:03,402[A  ]| And is the very Luminary there,
111:03,403[A  ]| As that$6#2$ is with its borrowed Glory here;
111:03,404[A  ]| Has just as many Times its Monthly range,
111:03,405[A  ]| Its Full and New; its Waxing, Wane and Change.
111:03,000[A  ]| <XIV.>
111:03,406[A  ]| Quite as ridiculous and vain
111:03,407[A  ]| Is all the Tenets they maintain
111:03,408[A  ]| Of what below they call our Final Good;
111:03,409[A  ]| And quite as little understood.
111:03,410[A  ]| In$4$ Beauty some have fixed the Name,
111:03,411[A  ]| And some in$4$ Power, and some in$4$ Fame;
111:03,412[A  ]| In$4$ Riches some the flying Phantom place,
111:03,413[A  ]| And some in$4$ the Descent from Royal Race:
111:03,414[A  ]| Some in$4$ Ambition and in$4$ Battles won,
111:03,415[A  ]| In$4$ Cities sacked, and Neighbouring States undone;
111:03,416[A  ]| The way that$3$ now the Gallic Prince, through Blood
111:03,417[A  ]| And Ruin cuts to$4$ this Exalted Good:
111:03,418[A  ]| Whose ultimate Enjoyment is to$9$ be,
111:03,419[A  ]| By$4$ Persecution, Pride and Rage,
111:03,420[A  ]| The Curse and Horror of the Age,
111:03,421[A  ]| And carried down accursed to$4$ all Posterity.
111:03,422[A  ]| Others, Voluptuously inclined,
111:03,423[A  ]| And making Pleasure all their Bent,
111:03,424[A  ]| Think it is only they can find
111:03,425[A  ]| This Golden Indies of Content:
111:03,426[A  ]| But ill indeed would their Pretences bear,
111:03,427[A  ]| Though Man could reach his 7summum*Bonum here
111:03,428[A  ]| From one Debauch they to$4$ another roll,
111:03,429[A  ]| Infect the Body and untune the Soul,
111:03,430[A  ]| And all they can by$4$ Pleasure gain
111:03,431[A  ]| Is but more sharp Returns of Pain.
111:03,432[A  ]| Even Death, the grisly Terror they would shun,
111:03,433[A  ]| In$4$ all their Bloom of Youth they hasten on$5$,
111:03,434[A  ]| And lift, themselves, into his Ghastly Throne!
111:03,000['  ]| <XV.>
111:03,435[A  ]| Thus Happiness does human Search beguile;
111:03,436[A  ]| In$4$ vain we strive the Plant to$9$ rear,
111:03,437[A  ]| And vainlier think it Fruit will$1$ bear;
111:03,438[A  ]| It is not the Growth of the Terrestrial Soil.
111:03,439[A  ]| No$2$ more than Air it does its Form display,
111:03,440[A  ]| No$2$ more than Water in$4$ our Hold it will$1$ stay,
111:03,441[A  ]| But slips from the deluded grasp away.
111:03,442[A  ]| Not Virtue can itself this Proteus bind,
111:03,443[A  ]| That$6#1$ most of all things might expect it kind:
111:03,444[A  ]| It is true it will$1$ have Peace within,
111:03,445[A  ]| The conscious Joy of flying Sin,
111:03,446[A  ]| A Pleasure Man, nor Devils can efface;
111:03,447[A  ]| But by$4$ Extortion, Envy, Power or Pride,
111:03,448[A  ]| It shall be stripped of all beside,
111:03,449[A  ]| Brought to$4$ the last Distress
111:03,450[A  ]| Of Wants, and every outward Wretchedness.
111:03,451[A  ]| The only Wonder is to$9$ see
111:03,452[A  ]| How it can yet contented be
111:03,453[A  ]| In$4$ all this World calls Infelicity.
111:03,454[A  ]| It was ever and will$1$ ever be the Case
111:03,455[A  ]| Of worthiest Men to$9$ suffer by$4$ the Base:
111:03,456[A  ]| Nor can the Needy from the Wealthy have
111:03,457[A  ]| The Offal Crumbs to$9$ shield them from the Grave;
111:03,458[A  ]| So$3$ truly Dives lives in$4$ all his Race.
111:03,000['  ]| <XVI.>
111:03,459[A  ]| Then for$4$ the SOUL, what that$6#2$ should be
111:03,460[A  ]| How wildly do they disagree!
111:03,461[A  ]| So$5#1$ hard their Notions to$9$ be solved,
111:03,462[A  ]| Or with so$5#1$ many Doubts involved,
111:03,463[A  ]| The more we unravel we are the less resolved.
111:03,464[A  ]| In$4$ vain we things, that$6#1$ Heaven conceals would view,
111:03,465[A  ]| In$4$ vain inextricable Paths pursue,
111:03,466[A  ]| Opinion is a Maze without a Clue.
111:03,467[A  ]| Some seat it in$4$ the Brain, from whence,
111:03,468[A  ]| They say it strangely does dispense
111:03,469[A  ]| The Intelligential Faculties to$4$ every distant Sense.
111:03,470[A  ]| Some think its Being in$4$ the Heart;
111:03,471[A  ]| And some that$3$ it is transfused, like$4$ Life through every Part.
111:03,472[A  ]| Some in$4$ the sanguine Tide its Essence place,
111:03,473[A  ]| And roll it round with that$6#2$ the circling Race:
111:03,474[A  ]| Because the Generative Desire
111:03,475[A  ]| Does thence derive its quickening Fire,
111:03,476[A  ]| They poorly think the Soul's descent as base.
111:03,477[A  ]| Some backward look into the Wilds of Fate,
111:03,478[A  ]| And argue for$4$ its pre-existing State.
111:03,479[A  ]| Others assert from Man to$4$ Beast it flies,
111:03,480[A  ]| Confined to$4$ Earth, and never mounts the Skies.
111:03,481[A  ]| Some argue with the Flesh its Doom it takes,
111:03,482[A  ]| And sleeps till with the general Call it wakes.
111:03,483[A  ]| Some that$3$ immediately in$4$ Death it goes
111:03,484[A  ]| To$4$ its eternal Misery or Repose.
111:03,485[A  ]| Yet more abstrusely some Debate;
111:03,486[A  ]| And tell us in$4$ its separate State
111:03,487[A  ]| It is only the Remembrance there
111:03,488[A  ]| Of all our Thoughts and Actions here;
111:03,489[A  ]| A bare Existence of the Mind.
111:03,490[A  ]| When from the mortal Part disjoined;
111:03,491[A  ]| That$3$ though the Body by$4$ dissolving gains
111:03,492[A  ]| An End of all its Joys and Pains,
111:03,493[A  ]| The immaterial Consciousness remains;
111:03,494[A  ]| And as it has on$4$ Earth been given
111:03,495[A  ]| To$4$ Good or Ill, has thence its Hell or Heaven.
111:03,496[A  ]| Thus level all our Rabbins in$4$ the Dark,
111:03,497[A  ]| Or if they hit ~~ but vainly hit the Mark:
111:03,498[A  ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ can up$5$ to$4$ Heaven his Thoughts pursue?
111:03,499[A  ]| Or with Imagination go
111:03,500[A  ]| Into the gloomy Realms below,
111:03,501[A  ]| And in$4$ this Being, find his Notions true?
111:03,502[A  ]| From hence the Muse with conscious awe retires,
111:03,503[A  ]| And all she can not comprehend, admires.
111:03,000[A  ]| <XVII.>
111:03,504[A  ]| Pardon me, generous Souls, I have digressed too long,
111:03,505[A  ]| But my Digression has not done you wrong;
111:03,506[A  ]| While I display the Follies you despise,
111:03,507[A  ]| Grown now to$4$ an enormous Size;
111:03,508[A  ]| While I the Lion's Skin displace,
111:03,509[A  ]| And show behind the numerous Race,
111:03,510[A  ]| For$4$ Laughter born, and Men to$4$ their Disgrace:
111:03,511[A  ]| (For$3$ to$4$ the everlasting Shame
111:03,512[A  ]| Of what Humanity we call,
111:03,513[A  ]| Like$4$ 7Homo, ASS is grown a common Name,
111:03,514[A  ]| And very nearly comprehends us all)
111:03,515[A  ]| While thus employed, the impartial Few will$1$ guess
111:03,516[A  ]| By$4$ the degenerate Paths you shun
111:03,517[A  ]| In$4$ what a Noble Track you run,
111:03,518[A  ]| And by$4$ the Vice you hate the Virtues you possess.
111:03,519[A  ]| Your Virtues which$6#1$ by$4$ me,
111:03,520[A  ]| If you assist, shall be
111:03,521[A  ]| Delivered down to$4$ all Posterity.
111:03,522[A  ]| Here therefore I again your Aid require,
111:03,523[A  ]| That$3$ with fresh Spirit you would the Muse inspire,
111:03,524[A  ]| Nor cease, till she has fixed your Name
111:03,525[A  ]| Among the happiest Favourites of Fame;
111:03,526[A  ]| From her Records never to$9$ be razed
111:03,527[A  ]| Till the loud Trumpet's general Blast,
111:03,528[A  ]| And Nature, Death and Time have breathed their last.
111:03,000['  ]| <XVIII.>
111:03,529[A  ]| First, your Religion shall be shown;
111:03,530[A  ]| Not such as Schismatics would pass for$4$ one,
111:03,531[A  ]| For$3$ theirs is ~~ at the Bottom ~~ none.
111:03,532[A  ]| As Lawyers long Disputes maintain
111:03,533[A  ]| For$4$ Honesty, without a Grain;
111:03,534[A  ]| Or as ~~ Upon$4$ upon$4$ my Honour is ~~ grown
111:03,535[A  ]| A certain Cue to$9$ show there is none;
111:03,536[A  ]| So$3$ rueful Tones and wry Grimace
111:03,537[A  ]| Has still the least pretence to$4$ Grace,
111:03,538[A  ]| And is, at best, but Piety of Face.
111:03,539[A  ]| A Saviour in$4$ their Mouths they bear,
111:03,540[A  ]| But it is a Saviour only there;
111:03,541[A  ]| Their Souls, so$5#1$ much their Talk, the least of all their Care.
111:03,542[A  ]| Whenever Subversion of the State is designed,
111:03,543[A  ]| Or Church, we always find
111:03,544[A  ]| The Schismatic and Atheist of a Mind;
111:03,545[A  ]| With Blood and Ruin carrying on$5$ the Work;
111:03,546[A  ]| Like$4$ the two Heathens now by$4$ Treaty Bound
111:03,547[A  ]| The Peace of Europe to$9$ Confound,
111:03,548[A  ]| The Turk more Christian, and the Christian Turk.
111:03,549[A  ]| No$2$ Tallies more exactly can agree
111:03,550[A  ]| Than open Vice and seeming Sanctity.
111:03,551[A  ]| From Interest Prejudice and Pride
111:03,552[A  ]| (Three rare Ingredients for$4$ a Guide)
111:03,553[A  ]| The Private Spirit Springs;
111:03,554[A  ]| The Atheist from the same Descent
111:03,555[A  ]| His Rancour, Hate and Evil-speaking brings
111:03,556[A  ]| Of Governor, and Government:
111:03,557[A  ]| This does a thousand Strifes create
111:03,558[A  ]| Over true Religion to$9$ preside;
111:03,559[A  ]| And after Fleece the Flock it would guide;
111:03,560[A  ]| And the other but pulls down the State
111:03,561[A  ]| To$9$ share the Spoils, and on$4$ the Ruins ride.
111:03,562[A  ]| Thus Monarchies they Common-Wealths would make,
111:03,563[A  ]| And Common-Wealths again for$4$ Gold forsake;
111:03,564[A  ]| Again another Rump they would rear,
111:03,565[A  ]| Nay seat the Pope or Mufti there:
111:03,566[A  ]| Let them but have the God, their GAIN,
111:03,567[A  ]| They care not if the Devil reign.
111:03,000['  ]| <XIX.>
111:03,568[A  ]| Meanwhile You your Persuasion show
111:03,569[A  ]| In$4$ wronging none by$4$ Word or Deed;
111:03,570[A  ]| In$4$ paying all Men what you owe,
111:03,571[A  ]| And giving Merit still its Meed:
111:03,572[A  ]| Adhering fast to$4$ Scripture Rules,
111:03,573[A  ]| But not as they are taught by$4$ Fools;
111:03,574[A  ]| Who$6#1$ boasting true Illuminative Sight,
111:03,575[A  ]| Are lost in$4$ Darkness while they are bawling Light.
111:03,576[A  ]| Then for$4$ all Controversial Heat,
111:03,577[A  ]| You fly it as an Impious Cheat:
111:03,578[A  ]| But chiefly those Debates that$6#1$ tend
111:03,579[A  ]| This Faith to$9$ oppose, or that$6#2$ defend;
111:03,580[A  ]| For$3$ such can never have an End:
111:03,581[A  ]| With all the Expense of Brain and Purse,
111:03,582[A  ]| We are still but as we were, ~~ or worse.
111:03,583[A  ]| The Fool Invincible I pass,
111:03,584[A  ]| Because he is not by$4$ Choice an Ass:
111:03,585[A  ]| But who$6#2$ could ever yet convince
111:03,586[A  ]| With all the Force of Truth and Sense,
111:03,587[A  ]| A Man of Pen's perverting Craft, or Oates's Impudence?
111:03,588[A  ]| Whenever the Church our Pilot is left,
111:03,589[A  ]| We madly by$4$ our Passions steer,
111:03,590[A  ]| Of all the Means to$9$ make the Port bereft;
111:03,591[A  ]| For$3$ where is the way to$4$ Heaven if it is not shown us there?
111:03,592[A  ]| This for$4$ ourselves ~~ but then the various Sects,
111:03,593[A  ]| The Excrescences that$6#1$ out of Scripture grow,
111:03,594[A  ]| Think us the abandoned Race that$6#1$ Heaven rejects,
111:03,595[A  ]| And they the Chosen Few.
111:03,000['  ]| <XX.>
111:03,596[A  ]| And if such Men we would confute,
111:03,597[A  ]| The way is to$9$ Practise, not Dispute:
111:03,598[A  ]| If still the Teacher is doing good,
111:03,599[A  ]| That$6#2$ Doctrine still is understood:
111:03,600[A  ]| By$4$ that$6#2$ he will$1$ sooner gain his Cause.
111:03,601[A  ]| Than by$4$ a Thousand Penal Laws.
111:03,602[A  ]| Not only Truth does firmer grow
111:03,603[A  ]| By$4$ Pressure, but even Error too:
111:03,604[A  ]| If wildest Beasts by$4$ Soothing may be tamed,
111:03,605[A  ]| The more provoked they will$1$ be the more inflamed.
111:03,606[A  ]| Whatever other Trophies Truth may boast:
111:03,607[A  ]| She in$4$ this Warfare still has lost:
111:03,608[A  ]| The clearest thread of Reasoning spun too fine,
111:03,609[A  ]| Does obviate oft its own Design;
111:03,610[A  ]| And Wrong and Right, like$4$ East and West
111:03,611[A  ]| On$4$ Mathematic Globes expressed,
111:03,612[A  ]| But by$4$ a Point disjoin.
111:03,613[A  ]| For$3$ though the Advantage Error gets is small,
111:03,614[A  ]| Three Foils, the Wrestler says, is equal to$4$ a fall.
111:03,615[A  ]| It is this that$6#1$ makes the Atheist sneer and laugh,
111:03,616[A  ]| And equally at all Religion Scoff:
111:03,617[A  ]| For$3$ How, alas! (too speciously they say)
111:03,618[A  ]| How can we choose but go astray,
111:03,619[A  ]| When, even our Guides themselves take each a different way?
111:03,620[A  ]| And these damn those without Reprieve,
111:03,621[A  ]| For$4$ not believing what they can not believe?
111:03,000['  ]| <XXI.>
111:03,622[A  ]| But, you Illustrious Souls, see this,
111:03,623[A  ]| See all, and know that$3$ all is amiss;
111:03,624[A  ]| And very wisely trace
111:03,625[A  ]| The moderate Path, and keep the moderate Pace;
111:03,626[A  ]| Not claiming Heaven by$4$ Pride, or Passion,
111:03,627[A  ]| Or Works of Supererogation,
111:03,628[A  ]| As if there could be Arrogance in$4$ Grace.
111:03,629[A  ]| If there is a Chosen Few Elected, we
111:03,630[A  ]| The Marks may of their Calling see
111:03,631[A  ]| Without their Holy Spite, and Tub-Barbarity.
111:03,632[A  ]| Thus cheerfully you travel on$5$,
111:03,633[A  ]| Yet not so$5#1$ slow to$9$ Mire,
111:03,634[A  ]| Nor yet so$5#1$ fast to$9$ tire,
111:03,635[A  ]| And the Extremes that$6#1$ so$5#2$ divide us shun;
111:03,636[A  ]| Arriving (yet before  Life is half declined)
111:03,637[A  ]| To$4$ what the Wise can only find,
111:03,638[A  ]| Habitual Innocence and lasting Peace of Mind.
111:03,639[A  ]| Meanwhile the Zealots, in$4$ their rash Career,
111:03,640[A  ]| Miss all they hope, and meet with all they fear:
111:03,641[A  ]| Nor can they less expect to$9$ feel,
111:03,642[A  ]| Drawn by$4$ the Steeds of Pride and Zeal,
111:03,643[A  ]| And Rage the Charioteer:
111:03,644[A  ]| Disdaining Reason and Control,
111:03,645[A  ]| Lost and benighted, on$5$ they roll,
111:03,646[A  ]| As if it were only Madness saved the Soul.
111:03,000['  ]| <XXII.>
111:03,647[A  ]| But above all you most detest
111:03,648[A  ]| The Men that$6#1$ would our Holy Faith descry,
111:03,649[A  ]| And make it still their standing Jest
111:03,650[A  ]| To$9$ Ridicule all Christian Mystery.
111:03,651[A  ]| With them the Resurrection, Passion,
111:03,652[A  ]| Trinity, and Incarnation,
111:03,653[A  ]| Are but the Cobwebs of the Schools,
111:03,654[A  ]| The Gain of Knaves, and Dream of Fools;
111:03,655[A  ]| When at the self-same time the Senseless Elves
111:03,656[A  ]| Are quite throughout a Mystery to$4$ themselves.
111:03,657[A  ]| By$4$ what strange Magic does the outward SIGHT
111:03,658[A  ]| Amass together what it sees?
111:03,659[A  ]| And then, by$4$ a more strange Internal Light,
111:03,660[A  ]| Convey into the Mind the various Images?
111:03,661[A  ]| How does the TASTE its Quality receive?
111:03,662[A  ]| Whence fetch its nice discerning Power
111:03,663[A  ]| Of Salt and Fresh, and Sweet and Sour?
111:03,664[A  ]| How does the TOUCH such Transport give?
111:03,665[A  ]| That$3$ Lovers oft, but with a Chaste Embrace,
111:03,666[A  ]| Believe they are of Ethereal Race,
111:03,667[A  ]| And feel a Joy that$6#1$ scarce will$1$ let them live!
111:03,668[A  ]| How through our EARS do Sounds our Cares control?
111:03,669[A  ]| What Passage is there thence into the Soul?
111:03,670[A  ]| The Soul! that$6#1$ does so$5#1$ well agree
111:03,671[A  ]| With Music, it will$1$ be once all Harmony!
111:03,672[A  ]| Here it is Immersed in$4$ Flesh, and clogged with Breath;
111:03,673[A  ]| Ah happy! when let loose to$9$ fly
111:03,674[A  ]| To$4$ the Celestial choir on$4$ high,
111:03,675[A  ]| And Life no$2$ more can be untuned by$4$ Death!
111:03,676[A  ]| How on$4$ the SMELL do weak Effluviums strike?
111:03,677[A  ]| Where does that$6#2$ delicate Sensation live?
111:03,678[A  ]| Or whence the Notices derive
111:03,679[A  ]| To$9$ approve, or to$9$ dislike?
111:03,680[A  ]| Feasting on$4$ every odoriferous Breath,
111:03,681[A  ]| And flying noxious Fumes impregnated with Death.
111:03,682[A  ]| Thus though we by$4$ our REASON know
111:03,683[A  ]| We hear and taste and feel and smell and see,
111:03,684[A  ]| The wondrous and unfathomed HOW
111:03,685[A  ]| Is still a Mystery!
111:03,000['  ]| <XXIII.>
111:03,686[A  ]| A thousand other Instances there are
111:03,687[A  ]| Of Wonders we about us bear
111:03,688[A  ]| The Unbelieving to$9$ convince,
111:03,689[A  ]| But needless to$9$ enumerate here,
111:03,690[A  ]| Convicted by$4$ ourselves in$4$ every Sense.
111:03,691[A  ]| Then let us not ourselves deceive,
111:03,692[A  ]| If we will$1$ be blest we must believe.
111:03,693[A  ]| Nor is the Burden laid on$4$ us a Weight
111:03,694[A  ]| We have not Power to$9$ bear;
111:03,695[A  ]| We are only bid beside to$9$ be Sincere; ~~
111:03,696[A  ]| A perfect and unsinning State
111:03,697[A  ]| Is not Exacted, or Expected here.
111:03,698[A  ]| The Goal of Glory certainly he wins
111:03,699[A  ]| That$6#1$ does unfeignedly Repent,
111:03,700[A  ]| Believe a GOD, and own a SAVIOUR sent
111:03,701[A  ]| To$9$ save us from our Sins.
111:03,702[A  ]| Ah happy! truly happy Man
111:03,703[A  ]| That$6#1$ is as Virtuous as he can!
111:03,704[A  ]| A thousand Crimes will$1$ be renewed
111:03,705[A  ]| Both in$4$ our Passions and Desires
111:03,706[A  ]| Even while we are striving to$9$ be Good;
111:03,707[A  ]| But let us neither Doubt or Fear;
111:03,708[A  ]| If all our whole Endeavour is there,
111:03,709[A  ]| It is ALL that$6#1$ Heaven requires.
111:03,000['  ]| <XXIV.>
111:03,710[A  ]| But here the Objection will$1$ be brought,
111:03,711[A  ]| What Man Endeavours as he ought?
111:03,712[A  ]| The Rules of Faith are owned but few;
111:03,713[A  ]| But who$6#2$ does practically show
111:03,714[A  ]| That$3$ from his Soul he thinks them true?
111:03,715[A  ]| If by$4$ our Lives our Faith is shown,
111:03,716[A  ]| The general Usage says there is none.
111:03,717[A  ]| Thus others we severely Doom,
111:03,718[A  ]| Regardless how it goes at Home.
111:03,719[A  ]| But let the Man that$6#1$ sees the Shelf
111:03,720[A  ]| Avoid the Splitting there himself.
111:03,721[A  ]| However the general Stream does run,
111:03,722[A  ]| The public Ills would soon be done,
111:03,723[A  ]| If every Individual strove to$9$ better one.
111:03,724[A  ]| Unjustly he does blame the Times,
111:03,725[A  ]| That$6#1$ takes his Measures from his Crimes:
111:03,726[A  ]| Self Love must there be understood,
111:03,727[A  ]| Or an inveterate Will$0$;
111:03,728[A  ]| The Virtuous hope that$3$ all are Good,
111:03,729[A  ]| The Vicious tell you all are Ill.
111:03,730[A  ]| Thus different Ways the Tempter does deceive;
111:03,731[A  ]| For$3$ some will$1$ regularly live,
111:03,732[A  ]| Yet will$1$ not our holy Faith believe:
111:03,733[A  ]| Others just oppositely fall,
111:03,734[A  ]| And think a true Belief is all.
111:03,735[A  ]| But whatever System others frame,
111:03,736[A  ]| Show by$4$ your Works the Faith that$6#1$ you profess,
111:03,737[A  ]| And by$4$ your Faith your Works of Blessedness,
111:03,738[A  ]| With you (Illustrious Souls!) are just the same:
111:03,739[A  ]| However Casuists turn the Clue,
111:03,740[A  ]| To$9$ give them both a different view,
111:03,741[A  ]| Where one is wanting the other is wanting too.
111:03,742[A  ]| A thousand other Points I might
111:03,743[A  ]| Set off here in$4$ their proper Light,
111:03,744[A  ]| Without the Guilt of Prejudice or Spite;
111:03,745[A  ]| But I refer them to$4$ the wrangling Men;
111:03,746[A  ]| Such Jargon would Defile a Poet's Pen,
111:03,747[A  ]| How can we hope their Feuds should cease,
111:03,748[A  ]| That$6#1$ fetch a War even from the Source of Peace?
111:03,000['  ]| <XXV.>
111:03,749[A  ]| Nor do your Virtues, though they are great.
111:03,750[A  ]| Make you at all the Foes of Wit:
111:03,751[A  ]| Your Wit! that$6#1$ next does our Attendance claim;
111:03,752[A  ]| Like$4$ Proteus, with superior Skill,
111:03,753[A  ]| A thousand Ways diversifying still,
111:03,754[A  ]| And ever still the same.
111:03,755[A  ]| Your Wit! that$6#1$ does deserve immortal Praise,
111:03,756[A  ]| A Wreath of Stars instead of Bays!
111:03,757[A  ]| Your Wit! which$6#1$ can at once Instruct and Please,
111:03,758[A  ]| And give the Vicious Patient timely Ease,
111:03,759[A  ]| Detect his specious Deeds and sensual Thoughts,
111:03,760[A  ]| And laugh him to$4$ a loathing of his Faults.
111:03,761[A  ]| Your Wit! so$5#1$ charming, those that$6#1$ hear
111:03,762[A  ]| Could wish they were all Ear;
111:03,763[A  ]| No$2$ sooner they admire,
111:03,764[A  ]| But some new Beauty lifts their Wonder higher.
111:03,765[A  ]| Not taken up$5$ on$4$ Trust, no$2$ plated Brass,
111:03,766[A  ]| But current Coin that$6#1$ everywhere will$1$ pass:
111:03,767[A  ]| From painful Learning and Experience drained,
111:03,768[A  ]| And as with Labour got, so$3$ with Delight retained.
111:03,769[A  ]| Nor does it value Man the more
111:03,770[A  ]| For$4$ Dignity, for$4$ Power or Place;
111:03,771[A  ]| Or save (though bribed with half his Store)
111:03,772[A  ]| The saucy Minion from Disgrace;
111:03,773[A  ]| Others unknowingly advance,
111:03,774[A  ]| And have at best, their Wit from Chance:
111:03,775[A  ]| Either to$4$ Virtue they are severe,
111:03,776[A  ]| Or him they ought to$9$ scorn, they fear:
111:03,777[A  ]| But all you write is all along,
111:03,778[A  ]| Like$4$ Samson's Riddle, sweet and strong,
111:03,779[A  ]| Harmonious to$4$ the Ear, and Hybla to$4$ the Tongue!
111:03,000['  ]| <XXVI.>
111:03,780[A  ]| By$4$ this time we will$1$ suppose you sit,
111:03,781[A  ]| The General Good your full Design;
111:03,782[A  ]| Converting your unwearied Wit,
111:03,783[A  ]| That$6#1$ every Nicest Blot can hit,
111:03,784[A  ]| Into a Flame divine.
111:03,785[A  ]| For$3$ in$4$ no$2$ beaten Path you tread,
111:03,786[A  ]| The Path of Humour or of Gain;
111:03,787[A  ]| But show how far we have been misled
111:03,788[A  ]| Both by$4$ the Living and the Dead,
111:03,789[A  ]| And give to$4$ Truth the Honours of her Reign.
111:03,790[A  ]| Free us from Prejudice and Lies,
111:03,791[A  ]| Nonsense, Impossibilities,
111:03,792[A  ]| And Wolves in$4$ Sheep's Disguise;
111:03,793[A  ]| With all the Snares that$6#1$ Earth and Hell have laid,
111:03,794[A  ]| By$4$ bringing our own Reason to$4$ our Aid:
111:03,795[A  ]| Our Reason, still in$4$ Danger tried,
111:03,796[A  ]| And always proved a faithful Guide;
111:03,797[A  ]| Reason the Polar Star,
111:03,798[A  ]| That$6#1$ does discover Happiness from far:
111:03,799[A  ]| A Pilot that$6#1$ can through Life's Ocean steer
111:03,800[A  ]| As safe in$4$ Storms, as if the Skies were clear:
111:03,801[A  ]| While those who$6#1$ but by$4$ halves believe
111:03,802[A  ]| (Bred up$5$ for$4$ Blockheads to$9$ deceive)
111:03,803[A  ]| Are daily with a thousand Fears perplexed,
111:03,804[A  ]| This Hour of one Persuasion, none the next.
111:03,805[A  ]| But Reason, dressed in$4$ Adamantine Arms,
111:03,806[A  ]| Does end in$4$ frightful Charms;
111:03,807[A  ]| All subtle Shifts descry
111:03,808[A  ]| With its sharp sighted Eagle's Eye,
111:03,809[A  ]| Before whose powerful Rays the gloomy phantoms fly.
111:03,000['  ]| <XXVII.>
111:03,810[A  ]| While thus you hold Discourse the Goblet is crowned,
111:03,811[A  ]| And twice or thrice does nimbly move around:
111:03,812[A  ]| Care that$6#2$ Disturber of our Rest,
111:03,813[A  ]| That$6#1$ grows Habitual to$4$ the Breast,
111:03,814[A  ]| And hardly ever is dispossessed;
111:03,815[A  ]| Even that$6#2$ cursed Fiend at such a time takes Wing,
111:03,816[A  ]| And Envy quite forgets her Sting.
111:03,817[A  ]| Yet nothing idle or profane,
111:03,818[A  ]| Lewd, ridiculous, or vain,
111:03,819[A  ]| Nothing is spoke but what the Nuns might hear,
111:03,820[A  ]| Were they much chaster than they are.
111:03,821[A  ]| Thus Mirth you clothe in$4$ its true genuine Shape;
111:03,822[A  ]| Not like$4$ an Ass, an Owl, or Ape,
111:03,823[A  ]| But in$4$ the very Garb it was dressed by$4$ BEN ~~
111:03,824[A  ]| There is the same Difference between Mirth as Men.
111:03,825[A  ]| And now you envy not even Kings themselves,
111:03,826[A  ]| Nor all the under Fry of Courtly Elves;
111:03,827[A  ]| Who$6#1$, like$4$ the Moon, their borrowed Lustre owe,
111:03,828[A  ]| And Tradesmen are the Suns that$6#1$ make them glitter so$5#2$.
111:03,829[A  ]| The Troubles of Mortality you view,
111:03,830[A  ]| Those numerous, and its Comforts few;
111:03,831[A  ]| The Evil that$6#1$ over Mankind brooding lies,
111:03,832[A  ]| That$6#1$ tongues the Fool, and silences the Wise;
111:03,833[A  ]| The Fears and Jealousies that$6#1$ sway the Rout,
111:03,834[A  ]| Cowards in$4$ Office, and the Brave without:
111:03,835[A  ]| And since true Pleasure flits and will$1$ not stay,
111:03,836[A  ]| You this way take a Draught without allay,
111:03,837[A  ]| And make the dull Fatigue of Life fly pleasantly away.
111:03,000['  ]| <XXVIII.>
111:03,838[A  ]| What Honours then, you mighty few,
111:03,839[A  ]| Ought here to$9$ be conferred on$4$ you,
111:03,840[A  ]| That$6#1$ show at once the Path to$4$ Peace and Pleasure too?
111:03,841[A  ]| What Trophies to$4$ your Fame must we erect?
111:03,842[A  ]| And O what Wonders may we not expect
111:03,843[A  ]| (Though distant far, and lying never so$5#1$ wide)
111:03,844[A  ]| Brought home by$4$ Men so$5#1$ nobly qualified:
111:03,845[A  ]| That$6#1$ even at your first setting out (like$4$ Flame
111:03,846[A  ]| Aspiring to$4$ the Starry Frame)
111:03,847[A  ]| To$4$ such a Pitch your Merit raise,
111:03,848[A  ]| As leaves behind our lagging Praise,
111:03,849[A  ]| And shows you knew no$2$ Nonage in$4$ your Fame.
111:03,850[A  ]| Ah! would but one of you (whose Breast
111:03,851[A  ]| Is with the sacred Fire possessed)
111:03,852[A  ]| But sing the Virtues of the rest,
111:03,853[A  ]| Something we then might hope to$9$ see
111:03,854[A  ]| Worthy the famous 9Beaux-Esprits,
111:03,855[A  ]| The Generous and August Society;
111:03,856[A  ]| August, I say, and dare the Name repeat,
111:03,857[A  ]| Since what is always Good is always Great.
111:03,858[A  ]| Where else, alas! can there be found
111:03,859[A  ]| A Sprat your Grandeur to$9$ resound?
111:03,860[A  ]| Where else a Cowley in$4$ his Lofty Verse
111:03,861[A  ]| Your Glories to$9$ rehearse,
111:03,862[A  ]| And to$4$ the Heavenly Arch make the wide Echo bound?
111:03,863[A  ]| Your Glory which$6#1$ like$4$ the fixed Star would shine,
111:03,864[A  ]| And as Propitious be
111:03,865[A  ]| To$4$ all that$6#1$ want a Guide, as He,
111:03,866[A  ]| Had this Great Subject been adorned by$4$ any Muse but Mine.
112:01,000@@@@@| 
112:01,000['  ]| <Gould, Robert: The Works (1709)>
112:01,000['  ]| <VOLUME the SECOND. (SATYRS).>
112:01,000['  ]| <A SATYR AGAINST MAN.>
112:01,000['  ]| <TO The Right Honourable CHARLES, Earl of Dorset and Middlesex, &c.>
112:01,000['  ]| <The First Part.>
112:01,001[A  ]| I who$6#1$ against the Women drew my Pen,
112:01,002[A  ]| With equal Fury now attack the Men:
112:01,003[A  ]| The Charming Sex, that$6#1$ thought us then Severe,
112:01,004[A  ]| Shall find we will$1$ be alike Impartial here;
112:01,005[A  ]| That$3$ no$2$ Regard shall to$4$ our Side be shown,
112:01,006[A  ]| From Him that$6#1$ clouts a Shoe to$4$ Lewis on$4$ a Throne.
112:01,007[A  ]| Ye Injured Spirits of that$6#2$ Virgin Train
112:01,008[A  ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ unfaithful Lovers once were slain,
112:01,009[A  ]| Cropped from your Stalks like$4$ Roses newly blown,
112:01,010[A  ]| With all your Beauties, all your Sweetness on$5$!
112:01,011[A  ]| In$4$ vain the Nymph was faithful to$4$ her Mate,
112:01,012[A  ]| Your Truth could not Protect you from your Fate;
112:01,013[A  ]| Your Truth, too cold to$9$ melt the Obdurate Mind
112:01,014[A  ]| Of Man, whose Nature is to$9$ be unkind:
112:01,015[A  ]| If you, Chaste Shades, ever condescend to$9$ know,
112:01,016[A  ]| Enthroned above, what Mortals do below;
112:01,017[A  ]| If still You can your Earthly Wrongs resent,
112:01,018[A  ]| And wish the Perjured lasting Punishment,
112:01,019[A  ]| Assist the Muse in$4$ her Revengeful Flight;
112:01,020[A  ]| Lend her but Rage, and she shall do you Right.
112:01,021[A  ]| Man is my Theme, ~~ but where shall I begin,
112:01,022[A  ]| Where enter the vast Circle of his Sin?
112:01,023[A  ]| Or how shall I get out when once I am in$5$?
112:01,024[A  ]| Man! who$6#1$ by$4$ Heaven was made to$9$ govern all,
112:01,025[A  ]| But how unfit demonstrates in$4$ his Fall:
112:01,026[A  ]| Created pure, and with a Strength endued
112:01,027[A  ]| Of Grace Divine, sufficient to$9$ have stood;
112:01,028[A  ]| But Alienate from God, he soon became
112:01,029[A  ]| The Child of Wrath, of Misery, Pride and Shame.
112:01,030[A  ]| What Beast beside can we so$5#1$ slavish call
112:01,031[A  ]| As Man? who$6#1$ yet pretends he is Lord of all:
112:01,032[A  ]| Whoever saw (and all their Classes cull)
112:01,033[A  ]| A Dog so$5#1$ snarlish, or a Swine so$5#1$ full,
112:01,034[A  ]| A Wolf so$5#1$ ravenous, or an Ass so$5#1$ dull?
112:01,035[A  ]| What Species of them have so$5#1$ far been shamed
112:01,036[A  ]| To$9$ think their other Brethren all are damned.
112:01,037[A  ]| So$5#1$ short his Judgment, and so$5#1$ dim his Eye,
112:01,038[A  ]| He is farthest off when he believes he is nigh.
112:01,039[A  ]| Pretends to$4$ Heaven your Footsteps to$9$ convey
112:01,040[A  ]| As by$8$ and by$8$ we will$1$ more at large display;
112:01,041[A  ]| Then raises Mists to$9$ make you lose your Way.
112:01,042[A  ]| But most the Women his Discourse deceives;
112:01,043[A  ]| Forever lost the Female that$6#1$ believes!
112:01,044[A  ]| Assist ye injured Maids, the Muse's Flight,
112:01,045[A  ]| Lend her but Rage, and she shall do you Right.
112:01,046[A  ]| Slave to$4$ his Passions, every several Lust
112:01,047[A  ]| Whisks him about, as Whirlwinds do the Dust:
112:01,048[A  ]| And Dust he is indeed, a senseless Clod,
112:01,049[A  ]| That$6#1$ swells, and would be yet believed a God.
112:01,050[A  ]| Whenever in$4$ his Gilt Coach the Pageant rides,
112:01,051[A  ]| (Full of himself, and loathing all besides,)
112:01,052[A  ]| He must be thought Illustrious, Wise and Brave,
112:01,053[A  ]| Though a known Coxcomb, and a fearful Slave.
112:01,054[A  ]| Meanwhile the Man of Worth, with all his Care,
112:01,055[A  ]| Shall scarce have Money, in$4$ a hazy Air,
112:01,056[A  ]| To$9$ pay the jolting Hackney Coach its Fare.
112:01,057[A  ]| This shows us Fortune in$4$ her Partial Mood,
112:01,058[A  ]| Is chiefly most unkind, where least she should;
112:01,059[A  ]| To$4$ Merit false, as if it were made a Rule,
112:01,060[A  ]| But faithful as a Saint to$4$ Knave and Fool.
112:01,061[A  ]| Good Heaven! that$3$ such should have so$5#1$ little Sense,
112:01,062[A  ]| And yet withal so$5#1$ much of Impudence,
112:01,063[A  ]| To$9$ think their Value higher than the rest,
112:01,064[A  ]| For$4$ swearing loud, and being nicelier dressed;
112:01,065[A  ]| Yet so$5#2$ it is, the fluttering Coxcomb is prized,
112:01,066[A  ]| And the brave threadbare generous Soul despised.
112:01,067[A  ]| The Virtuous Woman too is grown their Jest,
112:01,068[A  ]| And Heaven, and Heavenly Things beloved the least.
112:01,069[A  ]| But aid, ye shining Train! the Satire's Spite,
112:01,070[A  ]| Lend her but Rage, and she shall do you Right.
112:01,071[A  ]| Wherever Self-Interest calls, he is sure to$9$ go,
112:01,072[A  ]| But never matters whether Just, or no$5$:
112:01,073[A  ]| Justice he laughs at as an Idle Tie,
112:01,074[A  ]| Lives in$4$ that$6#2$ Faith, and so$5#2$ resolves to$9$ Die.
112:01,075[A  ]| As greater Fish upon$4$ the weaker prey,
112:01,076[A  ]| As Wolves on$4$ Sheep, that$6#1$ from their Shepherd stray,
112:01,077[A  ]| So$3$ Cruel Men, with utmost Rage and Spite,
112:01,078[A  ]| Make Violence and Rapine their Delight,
112:01,079[A  ]| Till with Revenge they have gorged the Appetite.
112:01,080[A  ]| Not bounded by$4$ Divine or Human Law,
112:01,081[A  ]| Too Proud to$9$ Humble, and too Strong to$9$ Awe;
112:01,082[A  ]| Breaking the Bars, that$6#1$ Nature's Hand has laid,
112:01,083[A  ]| All Wrong they cherish, and all Right invade.
112:01,084[A  ]| New Worlds of Vice he daily does explore;
112:01,085[A  ]| His Sea of Villainy is without a Shore.
112:01,086[A  ]| Even in$4$ his Dreams, he is laying Snares for$4$ Blood,
112:01,087[A  ]| And waking, he resolves to$9$ make them good:
112:01,088[A  ]| Or grant, against his Treachery you provide,
112:01,089[A  ]| It is but having Money on$4$ their Side,
112:01,090[A  ]| And soon the Case it will$1$ to$4$ their Bias draw;
112:01,091[A  ]| Corrupts the Judge, and he Corrupts the Law.
112:01,092[A  ]| Witness the present Legislative Train,
112:01,093[A  ]| Where for$4$ one Wise, you have your fifty vain,
112:01,094[A  ]| And for$4$ one Just, a hundred following Gain.
112:01,095[A  ]| Witness the Crew, that$6#1$ late exulting stood,
112:01,096[A  ]| And washed their Impious Hands in$4$ Royal Blood:
112:01,097[A  ]| If from their Subjects Princes are not free,
112:01,098[A  ]| What must the Wretch expect of mean Degree?
112:01,099[A  ]| Not in$4$ an Age he sees a happy Hour,
112:01,100[A  ]| For$3$ Poverty is still the Slave of Power;
112:01,101[A  ]| And oft to$9$ satisfy the Tyrant's Lust,
112:01,102[A  ]| Is forced to$9$ bend, and crawl, and lick the Dust:
112:01,103[A  ]| The Fair themselves meet with a Fate as coarse,
112:01,104[A  ]| And those of them it can not betray it will$1$ force.
112:01,105[A  ]| Assist, ye Injured Maids, the Muse's Flight,
112:01,106[A  ]| Lend her but Rage, and she shall do you Right.
112:01,107[A  ]| Deceitful, Slothful, Covetous and Base;
112:01,108[A  ]| Rage in$4$ his Heart, yet Peace upon$4$ his Face.
112:01,109[A  ]| Whenever he smiles the specious Cheat beware,
112:01,110[A  ]| Some secret Villainy lies lurking there;
112:01,111[A  ]| Which$6#1$ if it take, (to$4$ Lucifer allied)
112:01,112[A  ]| Makes him but Sport for$4$ his Revenge and Pride.
112:01,113[A  ]| Nor are but Fools deceived by$4$ the Disguise,
112:01,114[A  ]| It reaches far above them, to$4$ the Wise:
112:01,115[A  ]| Nay even the Learned are often Knaves for$4$ Hire,
112:01,116[A  ]| And whither then can Innocence retire?
112:01,117[A  ]| Friendship, which$6#1$ gained of Old Immortal Fame,
112:01,118[A  ]| Is now, like$4$ Justice, nothing but a Name.
112:01,119[A  ]| Who$6#2$ calls you Friend avoid, unless you know
112:01,120[A  ]| By$4$ uncontested Proof he has been so$5#2$:
112:01,121[A  ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ Disguise the Blackest Deeds are done,
112:01,122[A  ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ Disguise they are hardest, too, to$9$ shun.
112:01,123[A  ]| Who$6#2$ is it makes the Modest Wife a Whore?
112:01,124[A  ]| Your Friend, for$3$ those that$6#1$ hate you shun your Door.
112:01,125[A  ]| Who$6#2$ is it proves to$4$ Oaths and Bonds unjust?
112:01,126[A  ]| Your Friend, Your Enemies you never trust;
112:01,127[A  ]| Or, if you do, you are very far from Wise;
112:01,128[A  ]| And Knave and Fool we equally Despise.
112:01,129[A  ]| Who$6#2$ is it does your secret Soul betray,
112:01,130[A  ]| And bring your darkest Thoughts to$4$ open Day?
112:01,131[A  ]| Who$6#2$ is but your Friend? in$4$ whose false Breast
112:01,132[A  ]| You vainly thought they would forever rest.
112:01,133[A  ]| The Heart of Man is to$4$ itself untrue,
112:01,134[A  ]| And why should you expect it Just to$4$ You?
112:01,135[A  ]| Friendships, at best, are but like$4$ Brush-wood fire,
112:01,136[A  ]| Shine bright a while, and in$4$ a Blaze expire:
112:01,137[A  ]| Even Love itself is now a Flame decayed;
112:01,138[A  ]| For$3$ whatsoever is to$4$ the Female said,
112:01,139[A  ]| It is the Fortune charms, and not the Maid.
112:01,140[A  ]| Assist, ye Injured Train, the Satire's spite,
112:01,141[A  ]| Lend her but Rage, and she shall do you Right.
112:01,142[A  ]| Who$6#2$ most does Promise least should be believed,
112:01,143[A  ]| For$3$ first to$9$ trust is next to$9$ be deceived.
112:01,144[A  ]| I once myself believed I had a Friend,
112:01,145[A  ]| For$3$ boundless was the Love he did pretend:
112:01,146[A  ]| Riches he did not want, he rolled in$4$ Coin,
112:01,147[A  ]| Which$6#1$ oft he Swore was less his own than Mine.
112:01,148[A  ]| He would do Nothing without my Advice,
112:01,149[A  ]| Friendship's best sign; for$3$ no$2$ true Friend is Nice:
112:01,150[A  ]| I too adored him with so$5#1$ bright a Flame,
112:01,151[A  ]| Angel to$4$ Angel can but do the same.
112:01,152[A  ]| At his approach all other Joys took flight,
112:01,153[A  ]| Even Woman I contemned; he was the Light
112:01,154[A  ]| That$6#1$ ruled the Day, they did but rule the Night;
112:01,155[A  ]| And that$6#2$ too oft: ~~ upon$4$ his gentle Breast
112:01,156[A  ]| My Cares, and every Anxious Thought took rest.
112:01,157[A  ]| It happened once my Purse was low in$4$ Store;
112:01,158[A  ]| (And once were well if it would be so$5#2$ no$2$ more:)
112:01,159[A  ]| In$4$ this Affliction it was no$2$ slender Bliss
112:01,160[A  ]| I was assured of such a Friend as this.
112:01,161@a   | On$4$ Him, 
112:01,161[A  ]| said I, 
112:01,161@a   | on$4$ Him I may depend,
112:01,162@a   | I can not need so$5#1$ much as He will$1$ lend;
112:01,163@a   | He will$1$ be thankful his Esteem is tried, ~~
112:01,164[A  ]| I asked him, and, by$4$ Heaven, I was denied!
112:01,165[A  ]| Nor ever since will$1$ he so$5#1$ much as Greet,
112:01,166[A  ]| Or Speak, or Nod, or Name me when we Meet,
112:01,167[A  ]| But like$4$ a Friend, askance he Darts his Eye,
112:01,168[A  ]| Or with proud Gesture walks regardless by$5$.
112:01,169[A  ]| Traitor to$4$ Friendship! may thy Spotted Name
112:01,170[A  ]| Stand branded here with everlasting Shame.
112:01,171[A  ]| But it is no$2$ Wonder; search, and You will$1$ find
112:01,172[A  ]| The same Ill Nature runs through Humankind.
112:01,173[A  ]| Not Madmen when they are in$4$ the Raving fit,
112:01,174[A  ]| Reciting Bards, (a Race more frantic yet,)
112:01,175[A  ]| Or Atheists, that$6#1$ will$1$ have Profaneness Wit;
112:01,176[A  ]| Not Midnight Drunkards scouring through the Street,
112:01,177[A  ]| With Swords advanced to$9$ Stab the next they meet,
112:01,178[A  ]| Nor ought be it as horrid as it can
112:01,179[A  ]| Is more avoided than the Borrowing Man.
112:01,180[A  ]| In$4$ vain the Widow does Assistance crave;
112:01,181[A  ]| The Virgin can herself no$2$ Pity have,
112:01,182[A  ]| But once in$4$ want, must Whore for$4$ Bread, or find a timeless Grave.
112:01,183[A  ]| But aid, ye Injured Sex, the Muse's Flight,
112:01,184[A  ]| Lend her but Rage and she shall do you Right.
112:01,185[A  ]| Not that$3$ by$4$ this I would have You prone to$9$ lend,
112:01,186[A  ]| Unless You are sure it is to$4$ a Real Friend;
112:01,187[A  ]| If you doubt that$6#2$, in$4$ vain he should entreat,
112:01,188[A  ]| The Business of Mankind is to$9$ Lie and Cheat:
112:01,189[A  ]| Why then should any be so$5#1$ vain to$9$ trust
112:01,190[A  ]| When it is such odds the Debtor proves unjust.
112:01,191[A  ]| A Friend is a Friend, and so$5#2$ he should be used;
112:01,192[A  ]| But where one finds them Just, ten Thousand are abused.
112:01,193[A  ]| The Vows of Men are of the Brittlest kind,
112:01,194[A  ]| And light as Chaff dispersed before the Wind;
112:01,195[A  ]| But made in$4$ Sport, and lengthened to$9$ be Weak;
112:01,196[A  ]| As Children's Bubbles just are blown to$9$ break.
112:01,197[A  ]| How far their Words are distant from the Heart,
112:01,198[A  ]| And then how black in$4$ the Ungrateful Part
112:01,199[A  ]| The Fair can best inform, who$6#1$ most have felt the Smart.
112:01,200[A  ]| What Female has there ever yet been known
112:01,201[A  ]| That$6#1$ found, by$4$ Proof, her Lover all her own?
112:01,202[A  ]| Much for$4$ Inconstancy that$6#2$ Sex is famed,
112:01,203[A  ]| But now in$4$ their own Mother-Art they are shamed:
112:01,204[A  ]| Swifter than they the Swain can change his Mind,
112:01,205[A  ]| And most be faithless where they most are kind.
112:01,206[A  ]| So$5#1$ vastly wide his Language and Design,
112:01,207[A  ]| He thinks they are Devils whom he calls Divine.
112:01,208[A  ]| Knows he is Treacherous yet will$1$ swear He is true,
112:01,209[A  ]| And, which$6#1$ is worse, call Heaven to$9$ vouch it too:
112:01,210[A  ]| But it is all Lust, spoke when his Blood is warm,
112:01,211[A  ]| And the next Face he fancies ends the Charm.
112:01,212[A  ]| Assist, ye Injured Maids, the Satire's Spite,
112:01,213[A  ]| Lend her but Rage, and she shall do You Right.
112:01,214[A  ]| No$2$ Vice so$5#1$ distant but within his view,
112:01,215[A  ]| Nor Crime so$5#1$ horrid, which$6#1$ he dares not do.
112:01,216[A  ]| Treason is a Trifle; it is a frequent thing
112:01,217[A  ]| To$9$ hear the Subject, speaking of his King,
112:01,218[A  ]| Use viler Terms than Tinkers in$4$ their Ale,
112:01,219[A  ]| Throw on$4$ a Trull, too Liberal of her Tail.
112:01,220[A  ]| Adultery but a Venial Slip, no$2$ more,
112:01,221[A  ]| Now grown a Trade, whatever it was heretofore;
112:01,222[A  ]| For$3$ some there are (O where is Virtue fled!
112:01,223[A  ]| O strange Perversion of the Nuptial Bed!)
112:01,224[A  ]| Who$6#1$ that$6#2$ way Nightly toil to$9$ get their Daily Bread.
112:01,225[A  ]| Murder and Pox so$5#1$ common, none can be
112:01,226[A  ]| Admitted Gentleman of Prime Degree,
112:01,227[A  ]| Till he has thrice been Clapped and Butchered Three.
112:01,228[A  ]| Incest but laughed at as a Pleasant Jest;
112:01,229[A  ]| A Sister now as Gr**y has oft confessed,
112:01,230[A  ]| Is even as Good a Morsel as the best.
112:01,231[A  ]| Others, with equal boldness, strip the Lead
112:01,232[A  ]| From Sepulchres, and Rob the very Dead:
112:01,233[A  ]| Nay, some the Plate have from the Altar bore
112:01,234[A  ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ they had Received but just before.
112:01,235[A  ]| In$4$ short so$5#1$ much their Violence prevails,
112:01,236[A  ]| Our Churches must be made as strong as Jails.
112:01,237[A  ]| But You will$1$ object that$3$ Persons so$5#2$ inclined
112:01,238[A  ]| Are Scoundrels, and the Fag of Humankind:
112:01,239[A  ]| Search then the Roads; and You will$1$ quickly see
112:01,240[A  ]| What we may hope from Rascals of Degree:
112:01,241[A  ]| A Noble Birth makes but the vicious worse,
112:01,242[A  ]| And their last Shift is certainly ~~ the Purse:
112:01,243[A  ]| Extravagantly having spent their own,
112:01,244[A  ]| They are all for$4$ Spoil and Rapine when it is gone.
112:01,245[A  ]| Villains! that$6#1$ strip the Needy Peasant bare,
112:01,246[A  ]| Though what he had he got with Toil and Care;
112:01,247[A  ]| That$6#1$ Ravish helpless Woman, barbarous Act!
112:01,248[A  ]| And next Destroy them to$9$ conceal the Fact.
112:01,249[A  ]| But what they lightly get they spend as fast,
112:01,250[A  ]| Their Lives in$4$ dissolute Embraces waste,
112:01,251[A  ]| Till they are caught, adjudged, their Crimes confessed,
112:01,252[A  ]| And then unpitied die; ~~ and so$5#2$ die all the rest.
112:01,253[A  ]| Go on$5$, my Satire, and indulge thy Rage,
112:01,254[A  ]| For$3$ never was a more Licentious Age.
112:01,255[A  ]| Happy our brave Progenitors of old;
112:01,256[A  ]| What they call Brass, was sure an Age of Gold;
112:01,257[A  ]| When Man by$4$ Active Games was hardy made,
112:01,258[A  ]| And War believed an Honourable Trade;
112:01,259[A  ]| Not made as now, Religion the Pretence,
112:01,260[A  ]| To$9$ show our Goodness equal with our Sense:
112:01,261[A  ]| They fought for$4$ Glory, and we fight for$4$ Shame;
112:01,262[A  ]| Our Feud is the Scandal of the Christian Name.
112:01,263[A  ]| Through Hills they hewed and dived through Seas of Blood,
112:01,264[A  ]| But all their Toils were for$4$ their Country's Good.
112:01,265[A  ]| Whatever Care was for$4$ their Interest shown,
112:01,266[A  ]| They still preferred the Public to$4$ their own.
112:01,267[A  ]| Factions then strove not to$9$ subvert the State,
112:01,268[A  ]| As they do now, and as they have done of late,
112:01,269[A  ]| They were not Plagued with Jealousies and Fears,
112:01,270[A  ]| A Priest could not set Nations by$4$ the Ears:
112:01,271[A  ]| Nor ever was that$6#2$ Method to$4$ them known
112:01,272[A  ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ these latter Times so$5#1$ oft is shown,
112:01,273[A  ]| Of fighting for$4$ Religion till they had none.
112:01,274[A  ]| Thus Honour, Truth, and Justice were their aim;
112:01,275[A  ]| Their Sons saw this, and followed them to$4$ Fame.
112:01,276[A  ]| Quite contrary, our Youths are only made
112:01,277[A  ]| Harpies of Law, or Prentices to$4$ Trade;
112:01,278[A  ]| Where each of them his Term of Years completes,
112:01,279[A  ]| To$9$ come out last the more accomplished Cheats.
112:01,280[A  ]| Seven Seasons thus Preposterously are spent,
112:01,281[A  ]| (Their Father's, Master's, and their own Intent,)
112:01,282[A  ]| To$9$ make one Lie, and the other Impudent,
112:01,283[A  ]| Send them, ye Senseless Sires, against the Turk,
112:01,284[A  ]| It is now the Time, and Meritorious Work;
112:01,285[A  ]| It is a Glorious Cause, and let them Roam;
112:01,286[A  ]| Be Judge Yourselves which$6#1$ is the Nobler doom,
112:01,287[A  ]| To$9$ fight for$4$ Truth abroad, or damned for$4$ Lies at home.
112:01,288[A  ]| Along my Muse, and yet indulge your Rage,
112:01,289[A  ]| For$3$ never was a more Flagitious Age.
112:01,290[A  ]| But Trade, You will$1$ say, ought not to$9$ be despised,
112:01,291[A  ]| So$5#1$ much by$4$ wisest Legislators Prized:
112:01,292[A  ]| Whole Millions it employs, who$6#1$ else would know
112:01,293[A  ]| What strength they had, and into Factions grow;
112:01,294[A  ]| No$2$ other set of Brutes being half so$5#1$ rude,
112:01,295[A  ]| As your Pretended Christian Multitude.
112:01,296[A  ]| Beside, by$4$ Trade vast Cities thrive and rise
112:01,297[A  ]| With Monuments and Towers, contiguous to$4$ the Skies.
112:01,298[A  ]| They do indeed; and we may know as well
112:01,299[A  ]| It is Riches makes them Murmur and Rebel.
112:01,300[A  ]| Those Crowds whom You pretend their Trade deters
112:01,301[A  ]| From launching into Civil Strife and Jars
112:01,302[A  ]| Make that$6#2$ the Cause of all Intestine Harms;
112:01,303[A  ]| For$3$ it is their Chief Pretence to$9$ take up$5$ Arms:
112:01,304[A  ]| If they grow Poor with one Resolved Consent,
112:01,305[A  ]| (Like$4$ those who$6#1$ do their Wisdoms represent,)
112:01,306[A  ]| They lay the Fault upon$4$ the Government;
112:01,307[A  ]| When after all their Clamour, Spite and Pother,
112:01,308[A  ]| It is playing their false Dice with one another,
112:01,309[A  ]| For$3$ still the half that$6#1$ fattens starves the other.
112:01,310[A  ]| But let the Mildest Sense be understood,
112:01,311[A  ]| That$3$ Trade was meant and proves for$4$ Public Good;
112:01,312[A  ]| What Comfort, or Excuse can it obtain
112:01,313[A  ]| For$4$ Him that$6#1$ is a Private Rogue for$4$ Gain?
112:01,314[A  ]| In$4$ Gross, or in$4$ Retail, for$3$ both Lines meet
112:01,315[A  ]| And make this Truth their Centre Trades a Cheat.
112:01,316[A  ]| What difference can there be between the Man
112:01,317[A  ]| That$6#1$ cuts my Throat, and who$6#1$ does all he can
112:01,318[A  ]| By$4$ Specious Guile to$9$ take my Bread away,
112:01,319[A  ]| And Lessening it a Morsel every Day?
112:01,320[A  ]| Which$6#1$ is but Killing a more Cruel Way:
112:01,321[A  ]| Doubtless, though the other seems the more accursed,
112:01,322[A  ]| The secret Trading Villain is the worst.
112:01,323[A  ]| So$3$ of Religion, the bold Atheist, who$6#1$
112:01,324[A  ]| Talks as he thinks, though Impious and untrue,
112:01,325[A  ]| Is better than the Hypocrite, whose Zeal
112:01,326[A  ]| Is but a Cloak his Lusts and Murders to$9$ conceal.
112:01,327[A  ]| But on$4$ my Satire with a Fury's Rage,
112:01,328[A  ]| For$3$ never was a more Enormous Age.
112:01,329[A  ]| And here I must with Indignation show
112:01,330[A  ]| What Ill from Seeming Sanctity does flow:
112:01,331[A  ]| Would You be something of Superior Rate
112:01,332[A  ]| Look big, and be distinguished by$4$ the State?
112:01,333[A  ]| Would You be followed more than Lob or Pen?
112:01,334[A  ]| (The dullest that$6#2$, and this the worst of Men)
112:01,335[A  ]| Be always Canting: it is a sure Disguise
112:01,336[A  ]| That$6#1$ cheats not only Fools, but reaches to$4$ the Wise:
112:01,337[A  ]| Though when advanced You need no$2$ further go,
112:01,338[A  ]| But lie as still as those that$6#1$ have been so$5#2$:
112:01,339[A  ]| It is very few can tell, with all their Care,
112:01,340[A  ]| The Ease and Quiet of an Elder's Chair.
112:01,341[A  ]| Do You for$4$ secret Profit lie in$4$ wait?
112:01,342[A  ]| As being Trustee of some large Estate?
112:01,343[A  ]| Erect your Eyes, and feign a mien Devout,
112:01,344[A  ]| And from a Thousand they shall pick you out;
112:01,345[A  ]| Leave to$4$ your Management the whole Affair,
112:01,346[A  ]| Which$6#1$ is, in$4$ short, the Ruin of the Heir.
112:01,347[A  ]| Are You a Scholar? nay or are you not,
112:01,348[A  ]| And would have something very quickly got?
112:01,349[A  ]| Put on$5$ a Gown, and go with Looks demure
112:01,350[A  ]| To$4$ Bawds, or Burgesses, that$6#1$ every Hour
112:01,351[A  ]| Expect the King of Terrors in$4$ his Power:
112:01,352[A  ]| Creatures whose Penitence is only fear;
112:01,353[A  ]| For$3$, had they Health, they would soon be as they were:
112:01,354[A  ]| Go but to$4$ these with Fluency of Cant,
112:01,355[A  ]| Be Impudent withal (a Gift we grant,
112:01,356[A  ]| Which$6#1$ your Religious Strollers seldom want;)
112:01,357[A  ]| Their Hearts shall Yearn, and drop you Golden Ore,
112:01,358[A  ]| While their poor Neighbours Perish at the Door.
112:01,359[A  ]| In$4$ short there is nothing, be it never so$5#1$ Ill,
112:01,360[A  ]| To$9$ Cheat, Forswear, to$9$ Ravish, Burn, or Kill,
112:01,361[A  ]| But if it is veiled with a Fanatic dress,
112:01,362[A  ]| Is thought by$4$ some the top of Godliness:
112:01,363[A  ]| Not Hell itself contains sufficient Fire
112:01,364[A  ]| For$4$ Teachers who$6#1$ such Principles inspire.
112:01,365[A  ]| But that$3$ the God of Truth we plainly find
112:01,366[A  ]| In$4$ shining Strokes imprinted on$4$ the Mind;
112:01,367[A  ]| And that$3$ his Word asserts, with due regard
112:01,368[A  ]| He will$1$ scourge the Bad, and give the Good reward,
112:01,369[A  ]| So$5#1$ many Errors has Religion shown,
112:01,370[A  ]| And its Professors so$5#1$ Irreverent grown,
112:01,371[A  ]| I should even think Him happiest that$6#1$ had none.
112:01,372[A  ]| Proceed, my Satire, with a Fury's Rage
112:01,373[A  ]| For$3$ never was a more Notorious Age.
112:01,374[A  ]| Go to$4$ the Country, if You think to$9$ see
112:01,375[A  ]| The old and so$5#1$ renowned Simplicity,
112:01,376[A  ]| A Temperate sort of Men, composed and Wise,
112:01,377[A  ]| That$6#1$ join with Truth, and all Excess despise,
112:01,378[A  ]| You will$1$ be deceived; for$3$ You shall quickly think
112:01,379[A  ]| Both Poor and Rich were all Baptized in$4$ Drink.
112:01,380[A  ]| Eternal Sots! when the Brown Bowl is in$4$ use,
112:01,381[A  ]| You had better meet a Baited Bear broke loose.
112:01,382[A  ]| Then for$4$ Tobacco, every Ale-house there
112:01,383[A  ]| Would suffocate ten Coffee-houses here!
112:01,384[A  ]| A Stupid, Obstinate, Illiterate Race,
112:01,385[A  ]| Moulded in$4$ haste, and Men to$4$ their disgrace.
112:01,386[A  ]| The Yeomanry they boast are much the same,
112:01,387[A  ]| Nor answer the Composure of their Frame,
112:01,388[A  ]| But have of Human nothing but the Name.
112:01,389[A  ]| Sermons they fly, or if by$4$ chance, they hear,
112:01,390[A  ]| They truly might as well have stopped the Ear,
112:01,391[A  ]| And Edified at Plough as much as there:
112:01,392[A  ]| No$2$ least delight there in$4$ their Bosom Springs
112:01,393[A  ]| Of Truth and Peace, of Heaven and Holy Things;
112:01,394[A  ]| A Treacherous sort of Men demure in$4$ Sin,
112:01,395[A  ]| The out-side Shepherd, and all Wolf within.
112:01,396[A  ]| But if the Bumpkin we no$2$ more admire,
112:01,397[A  ]| What must we think that$6#2$ viler thing ~~ a Squire?
112:01,398[A  ]| The Country Beau, who$6#1$ fancies none so$5#1$ great
112:01,399[A  ]| As those, possessed of nothing ~~ but Estate.
112:01,400[A  ]| Let wiser Men abroad for$4$ Polish roam;
112:01,401[A  ]| His business is ~~ to$9$ be an Ass at home.
112:01,402[A  ]| Bar him from talking but of Dog and Horse,
112:01,403[A  ]| He is totally deprived of all Discourse.
112:01,404[A  ]| As the other Triumphs at the rise of Corn,
112:01,405[A  ]| So$3$ all his Glory is the Hound and Horn;
112:01,406[A  ]| Away upon$4$ the Scent they scouring go,
112:01,407[A  ]| Through thick and thin, and over high and low;
112:01,408[A  ]| Wherever the Fox does fly the Fools pursue.
112:01,409[A  ]| Obliged so$5#1$ little to$4$ the Heads they wear,
112:01,410[A  ]| A breaking Neck is not at all their care;
112:01,411[A  ]| Till dislocated Bones at length convince
112:01,412[A  ]| They are Cripples in$4$ their Limbs, as well as Sense:
112:01,413[A  ]| But though this Way the Sire is half undone,
112:01,414[A  ]| It has at all no$2$ Influence on$4$ the Son,
112:01,415[A  ]| Who$6#1$ thinking Daddy what we Lordly call,
112:01,416[A  ]| Drinks, Whores, and Hunts till he has wasted all,
112:01,417[A  ]| So$5#2$ goes the Estate by$4$ over-reaching got,
112:01,418[A  ]| Raised by$4$ a Knave, and squandered by$4$ a Sot.
112:01,419[A  ]| Justly the Satire may indulge her Rage.
112:01,420[A  ]| For$3$ never was a more Licentious Age.
112:01,421[A  ]| Such Vices on$4$ a Rural Stage to$9$ find
112:01,422[A  ]| Does bring the Monster London to$4$ my Mind;
112:01,423[A  ]| If Wickedness is grown so$5#1$ Prosperous there,
112:01,424[A  ]| To$4$ what a Pitch must it arrive at here!
112:01,425[A  ]| Where, from the Lofty Stand, we have a View
112:01,426[A  ]| Of every Villainy that$6#1$ Man can do,
112:01,427[A  ]| An Abstract of all Evils, Old and New;
112:01,428[A  ]| A Fund Immense! that$6#1$ will$1$ not Exhausted be
112:01,429[A  ]| Till Time has shot the Gulf of round Eternity.
112:01,430[A  ]| All Crimes of Men and Devils here abound,
112:01,431[A  ]| And none so$5#1$ bad but have Protection found.
112:01,432[A  ]| The Soil so$5#1$ Rank, no$2$ Vice but what does bear,
112:01,433[A  ]| Nor dully waits for$4$ Ripening half the Year,
112:01,434[A  ]| But every Moment shoots a Harvest here.
112:01,435[A  ]| To$9$ tell them singly were a Task as vain
112:01,436[A  ]| As in$4$ a Shower to$9$ count the Drops of Rain;
112:01,437[A  ]| But should a serious Man but truly mark
112:01,438[A  ]| The Guilt of every Bully, every Spark;
112:01,439[A  ]| Would he Survey their Treachery, Oaths and Pride,
112:01,440[A  ]| A Devil Worshipped, and a God defied;
112:01,441[A  ]| Their Blasphemies, their Murders and Amours,
112:01,442[A  ]| Lewd City Wives, and stinking Suburb Whores;
112:01,443[A  ]| Pimps, Poisoners, Panders, and Luxurious Lords,
112:01,444[A  ]| With Judges damned upon$4$ their own Records;
112:01,445[A  ]| In$4$ Courts of Justice little Justice had,
112:01,446[A  ]| Knights of the Post, and other Knights as bad:
112:01,447[A  ]| Should he these Monsters see, and Thousands more
112:01,448[A  ]| Of all Degrees; Great, Little Rich and Poor,
112:01,449[A  ]| What could he think? what could he thence deduce
112:01,450[A  ]| But Sodom was Revived or Hell broke loose?
112:01,451[A  ]| His Hair with Horror Stiffened, he would say
112:01,452[A  ]| We Merited the Flames as much as they,
112:01,453[A  ]| And that$3$ the Devils went before but to$9$ prepare our Way.
112:01,454[A  ]| Lash on$5$ my Satire with a Fury's Rage,
112:01,455[A  ]| For$3$ never was a more Flagitious Age.
112:01,456[A  ]| Exposed to$4$ Times of such Impiety,
112:01,457[A  ]| Whither for$4$ Succour can the Virtuous flee?
112:01,458[A  ]| Where can they fix their Feet to$9$ compass rest?
112:01,459[A  ]| How save themselves? or comfort the distressed?
112:01,460[A  ]| Severe to$4$ Human thinking, is the Fate
112:01,461[A  ]| That$6#1$ upon$4$ Patience, Truth and Justice wait:
112:01,462[A  ]| Dare to$9$ be Honest and You will$1$ quickly find
112:01,463[A  ]| You are beating Chaff, and Labouring for$4$ the Wind:
112:01,464[A  ]| But do not Repine; there must be Joys in$4$ store
112:01,465[A  ]| For$4$ Him that$6#1$ can at once be Just and Poor:
112:01,466[A  ]| It is true he does not lie on$4$ Beds of Down,
112:01,467[A  ]| Nor with a Set of Flanders beats the Town;
112:01,468[A  ]| Keeps not a Cast of Lackeys, to$9$ declare
112:01,469[A  ]| To$4$ Punks his Vanity, and Pimps his Fear;
112:01,470[A  ]| Drinks not the choicest Wines, nor does he eat
112:01,471[A  ]| The most delicious, or most Costly meat;
112:01,472[A  ]| Keeps not French Cooks to$9$ chatter at the Poor,
112:01,473[A  ]| First crammed by$4$ them, then emptied by$4$ his Whore:
112:01,474[A  ]| But though his own he can not these Trifles call,
112:01,475[A  ]| He has a Blessing that$6#1$ out-weighs them all,
112:01,476[A  ]| An Unmolested Conscience, void of stain,
112:01,477[A  ]| Which$6#1$ Greatness, and which$6#1$ Wealth can never gain;
112:01,478[A  ]| In$4$ vain they would think there is no$2$ Future State,
112:01,479[A  ]| They feel their Load of Sins and sink beneath the Weight:
112:01,480[A  ]| While Honest Men ~~ but whether do I Steer?
112:01,481[A  ]| Why talk of Honesty? ~~ a thing so$5#1$ rare!
112:01,482[A  ]| So$5#1$ seldom thought of, and in$4$ Bulk so$5#1$ small,
112:01,483[A  ]| It is Doubtful if it does exist at all,
112:01,484[A  ]| Search through the Nation, find me if you can,
112:01,485[A  ]| That$6#2$ Prodigy, a Truly Honest Man;
112:01,486[A  ]| Let me but see him, let me know his Name,
112:01,487[A  ]| And it shall be the whole Discourse of Fame:
112:01,488[A  ]| In$4$ the meantime, till such a one is found,
112:01,489[A  ]| (And he that$6#1$ Searches must not spare for$4$ Ground)
112:01,490[A  ]| Justly the Muse might lash the Impious Age,
112:01,491[A  ]| And with like$2$ Fury fill the following Page,
112:01,492[A  ]| But that$3$ we here must Mitigate her Rage:
112:01,493[A  ]| From change of Precepts fresh Instruction springs;
112:01,494[A  ]| Here then a while she stoops her weary Wings,
112:01,495[A  ]| To$9$ talk more coolly of some Nicer Things.
113:01,000@@@@@| 
113:01,000['  ]| <Gould, Robert: The Works (1709)>
113:01,000['  ]| <VOLUME the SECOND. (SATYRS).>
113:01,000['  ]| <THE PLAY-HOUSE A SATYR.>
113:02,000['  ]| <The Second Part.>
113:02,001[A  ]| No$2$ longer in$4$ the Streets, my Muse, appear,
113:02,002[A  ]| But back, a Fury, to$4$ the Play-house steer;
113:02,003[A  ]| We have not yet, done half our Business there.
113:02,004[A  ]| A Thousand Crimes, already, we have exposed,
113:02,005[A  ]| A Thousand more remain, not yet disclosed.
113:02,006[A  ]| On$5$ boldly then, nor fear to$9$ miss your Aim;
113:02,007[A  ]| Do not want for$4$ Rage, and we can not want for$4$ Theme.
113:02,008[A  ]| Here a Cabal of Critics you may see,
113:02,009[A  ]| Discoursing of Dramatic Poesie.
113:02,010[A  ]| While one, and he the wittiest of the Gang,
113:02,011[A  ]| (By$4$ whom you will$1$ guess how fit they are all to$9$ hang)
113:02,012[A  ]| Shall entertain you with this learned Harangue.
113:02,013[A  ]| They talk of Ancient Plays, that$3$ they are such,
113:02,014[A  ]| So$5#1$ Good, they never can be admired too much:
113:02,015[A  ]| It is all an Error. ~~ In$4$ our present Days,
113:02,016[A  ]| I grant, we have many claim Immortal Praise.
113:02,017[A  ]| The Cheats of Scapin, One; A Noble Thing;
113:02,018[A  ]| What a thronged Audience does it always bring!
113:02,019[A  ]| The Emperor of the Moon, it will$1$ never tire;
113:02,020[A  ]| The same Fate has the famed Alsatian Squire.
113:02,021[A  ]| Not Jevon's Learned Piece has more Pretence
113:02,022[A  ]| Than these, to$4$ Fancy, Language and Good Sense.
113:02,023[A  ]| And here, my Friends, I would have it understood
113:02,024[A  ]| The Age is nice; what pleases must be Good.
113:02,025[A  ]| Again, for$4$ Instance, that$6#2$ clean Piece of Wit
113:02,026[A  ]| The City Heiress, by$4$ chaste Sappho Writ:
113:02,027[A  ]| Where the Lewd Widow comes, with Brazen Face,
113:02,028[A  ]| Just reeking from a Stallion's rank Embrace
113:02,029[A  ]| To$9$ acquaint the Audience with her Filthy Case.
113:02,030[A  ]| Where can you find a Scene for$4$ juster Praise,
113:02,031[A  ]| In$4$ Shakespeare, Jonson, or in$4$ Fletcher's Plays?
113:02,032[A  ]| The Modest Poet always will$1$ be Dull;
113:02,033[A  ]| For$3$ what is Desdemona but a Fool?
113:02,034[A  ]| Our Plays shall tell you, if the Husband is ill,
113:02,035[A  ]| The more the Wife may prosecute her Will$0$.
113:02,036[A  ]| If jealous, they must date Revenge from thence,
113:02,037[A  ]| And make them Cuckolds, in$4$ their own Defence.
113:02,038[A  ]| A Hundred others we might quickly name,
113:02,039[A  ]| Where the Success and the Design is the same;
113:02,040[A  ]| Writ purposely the Unwary to$9$ entice,
113:02,041[A  ]| Enervate Goodness, and encourage Vice:
113:02,042[A  ]| And that$3$ the Suffrage of both Sexes wins:
113:02,043[A  ]| But see! The Curtains rise, the Play begins.
113:02,044[A  ]| Thus holds the Idiot forth; ~~ the other Sparks
113:02,045[A  ]| Applaud, and hug him for$4$ his Wise Remarks;
113:02,046[A  ]| Swear that$3$ such things must every Humour fit,
113:02,047[A  ]| And Universally be Clapped for$4$ Wit;
113:02,048[A  ]| But most the Ladies please; who$6#1$ here are taught
113:02,049[A  ]| That$3$ Truth is a Sham and Lewdness not a Fault;
113:02,050[A  ]| That$3$ Wit, is Infamy on$4$ Worth to$9$ fix;
113:02,051[A  ]| And an Unblemished Fame, a Coach and Six.
113:02,052[A  ]| But let the Flatterer feed their Endless Pride,
113:02,053[A  ]| And, if he please, all their Desires beside;
113:02,054[A  ]| Here let them with their Utmost Lustre Shine,
113:02,055[A  ]| Believed by$4$ Coxcombs and themselves Divine;
113:02,056[A  ]| To$4$ those that$6#1$ clearly see, and rightly know,
113:02,057[A  ]| It is all Destructive Glare, and hideous show:
113:02,058[A  ]| The true Renown which$6#1$ all the rest Exceeds,
113:02,059[A  ]| Is that$6#2$ which$6#1$ is Derived from Virtuous Deeds.
113:02,060[A  ]| What a fine Set of Critics all the while
113:02,061[A  ]| Are these? and what the Audience that$6#1$ can smile
113:02,062[A  ]| At things so$5#1$ mean, Ridiculous and Vile?
113:02,063[A  ]| Farce has of late almost overwhelmed the Stage;
113:02,064[A  ]| But foolish Writers suit a foolish Age:
113:02,065[A  ]| Our topping Authors oft descend so$5#1$ low,
113:02,066[A  ]| That$3$ Hains and Howard pass for$4$ Poets too!
113:02,067[A  ]| How can Instruction from their Works proceed
113:02,068[A  ]| Whom it is a Mortal Breach of Wit to$9$ read?
113:02,069[A  ]| Not but we grant they yet Admirers gain ~~
113:02,070[A  ]| But such as have the Rickets in$4$ the Brain;
113:02,071[A  ]| A weakly Race who$6#1$ only Judge by$4$ Rote,
113:02,072[A  ]| And have no$2$ Sense to$9$ taste a Beauteous Thought:
113:02,073[A  ]| Thus heavy Fops the heaviest Authors prize: ~~
113:02,074[A  ]| But at the Theatre the fair Disguise
113:02,075[A  ]| Deceives the Brave, the Witty and the Wise:
113:02,076[A  ]| Struck with the Presence of so$5#1$ bright a Show,
113:02,077[A  ]| They like$1$ the Punk, though they despise the Beau.
113:02,078[A  ]| It is hard for$4$ Youth and Beauty to$9$ escape
113:02,079[A  ]| Destruction, dressed in$4$ such a pleasing shape:
113:02,080[A  ]| It gilds their Ruin with a specious Bait,
113:02,081[A  ]| Too quickly Swallowed and observed too late;
113:02,082[A  ]| Too late their Perished Virtue to$9$ recall ~~
113:02,083[A  ]| There is no$2$ rising from so$5#1$ sad a Fall!
113:02,084[A  ]| Their Fate the worst the more they have of Sense,
113:02,085[A  ]| For$3$ Wit does deepliest Rue the loss of Innocence.
113:02,086[A  ]| Nor only Farce; our Plays alike are Writ
113:02,087[A  ]| With neither Manners, Modesty, or Wit,
113:02,088[A  ]| Raised with their Authors, to$4$ the last Excess
113:02,089[A  ]| Of Irreligion, Smut and Beastliness.
113:02,090[A  ]| Not that$3$ I would have You think I am so$5#1$ severe
113:02,091[A  ]| To$9$ damn all Plays; that$6#2$ would absurd appear:
113:02,092[A  ]| Beside, of Writers, some adorn the Stage,
113:02,093[A  ]| And Southern is the Credit of his Age:
113:02,094[A  ]| In$4$ short, I court the Good, and loath the Ill,
113:02,095[A  ]| Let the Presuming Bard be who$6#1$ he will$1$.
113:02,096[A  ]| Though a Lord Write, I will$1$ not at Random Praise,
113:02,097[A  ]| Or flatter Dryden though he wear the Bays:
113:02,098[A  ]| Or court fair Sappho in$4$ her Wanton fit,
113:02,099[A  ]| When she would put Luscious Bawdry off for$4$ Wit:
113:02,100[A  ]| Or pity B**ks in$4$ Tatters, when I know
113:02,101[A  ]| It was his bad Poetry that$6#1$ Clothed him so$5#2$:
113:02,102[A  ]| Or Commend Durf**y to$9$ Indulge his Curse;
113:02,103[A  ]| Fond to$9$ write on$5$, yet Scribble worse and worse:
113:02,104[A  ]| Or Cr**n for$4$ blaming Coxcombs, when I see
113:02,105[A  ]| Sir*Courtly is not a vainer Fop than He:
113:02,106[A  ]| Or think that$3$ Ra**ft for$4$ Wise can pass,
113:02,107[A  ]| When Mother Dobson says he is an Ass;
113:02,108[A  ]| That$6#2$ damned, ridiculous, insipid Farce!
113:02,109[A  ]| Or write a Panegyric to$4$ the Fame
113:02,110[A  ]| Of Shadwell, or of Starving Settle's Name,
113:02,111[A  ]| Who$6#1$ have abused, unpardonable things,
113:02,112[A  ]| The best of Governments, and best of Kings.
113:02,113[A  ]| But Thee, my Otway, from the Grave I will$1$ raise,
113:02,114[A  ]| And crown thy Memory with Immortal Praise;
113:02,115[A  ]| At least, Sweet Bard, it should Immortal be,
113:02,116[A  ]| If I could reach the Clouds, and Charm the Ear like$4$ thee!
113:02,117[A  ]| Thy Orphan and Venetian Piece Sublime
113:02,118[A  ]| Shall ever stand, and dare the Teeth of Time.
113:02,119[A  ]| The Ammonian Youth and Mithridates, LEE
113:02,120[A  ]| In$4$ spite of thy Unhappy Lunacy,
113:02,121[A  ]| Shall yield another Deathless Name to$4$ thee.
113:02,122[A  ]| But honest Truth obliges me to$9$ tell,
113:02,123[A  ]| Your other Tragic Plays are not so$5#1$ well;
113:02,124[A  ]| Not with that$6#2$ ease and that$6#2$ Exactness writ,
113:02,125[A  ]| With less of Nature too; ~~ and Nature here is Wit:
113:02,126[A  ]| Not but they may assume a decent Pride
113:02,127[A  ]| To$9$ vie even with our Noblest Plays beside.
113:02,128[A  ]| The Name of Etheridge next renowned we see
113:02,129[A  ]| For$4$ easy Style, and Wit in$4$ Comedy,
113:02,130[A  ]| Though not so$5#1$ strong as that$6#2$ of Wycherley:
113:02,131[A  ]| His Play of Manly (never to$9$ be out-writ)
113:02,132[A  ]| A Prodigy of Satire, Sense and Wit!
113:02,133[A  ]| In$4$ all the Characters so$5#1$ just and true,
113:02,134[A  ]| It will$1$ be ever famed, and ever New!
113:02,135[A  ]| And justly with the rest our Laureate claims
113:02,136[A  ]| To$9$ take his Place among Immortal Names:
113:02,137[A  ]| For$3$ Oedipus (though Sophocles and Lee
113:02,138[A  ]| Share something of the Praise, but not so$5#1$ much as He)
113:02,139[A  ]| Our Fear and Pity does advance as high
113:02,140[A  ]| As ever yet was done in$4$ Tragedy.
113:02,141[A  ]| His All*for*Love, and most Correct of all,
113:02,142[A  ]| Of just and vast Applause can never fail,
113:02,143[A  ]| Never! but when his Limberham I name
113:02,144[A  ]| I hide my head and blush with Friendly shame,
113:02,145[A  ]| To$9$ think the Author of both these the same:
113:02,146[A  ]| So$5#1$ thick the Smut is spread in$4$ every Page,
113:02,147[A  ]| It was Actually the Brothel of the Stage.
113:02,148[A  ]| If (as some Critics fancy) Witty it is,
113:02,149[A  ]| It should be fluxed for$4$ the Obscene Disease:
113:02,150[A  ]| For$3$ as the Pox to$4$ every Part does go,
113:02,151[A  ]| So$3$ that$6#2$ is with Lewdness tainted through and through.
113:02,152[A  ]| Not but sometimes He to$4$ the Clouds does rise,
113:02,153[A  ]| And sails at pleasure through the Boundless Skies:
113:02,154[A  ]| Born up$5$ on$4$ Indefatigable Wings,
113:02,155[A  ]| He greatly thinks and as Divinely Sings. ~~
113:02,156[A  ]| But then his Plays in$4$ Rhyme (with all their Rules)
113:02,157[A  ]| Only chime in$4$ the Women, and their Fools,
113:02,158[A  ]| Who$6#1$ see with Joy their Favourite Ebb and Flow,
113:02,159[A  ]| Now above Reason, and as soon below:
113:02,160[A  ]| This part they Great, and that$6#2$ they Tender call;
113:02,161[A  ]| When first to$4$ last it is, oft, Unnatural all.
113:02,162[A  ]| His Hero, too, outdoes all Homer's Gods;
113:02,163[A  ]| For$3$ it is a turn of State whenever he Nods.
113:02,164[A  ]| Thus though in$4$ Time and Place they boast their Skill,
113:02,165[A  ]| For$4$ Five good Poets there is Five Hundred Ill.
113:02,166[A  ]| Fly then the reading Plays so$5#1$ vain as these;
113:02,167[A  ]| Such Jingling Authors nor Instruct, nor Please.
113:02,168[A  ]| But if with Profit you would reap Delight,
113:02,169[A  ]| Lay Shakespeare, Ben, and Fletcher in$4$ Your sight:
113:02,170[A  ]| Where Human Actions are with Life expressed,
113:02,171[A  ]| Virtue advanced, and Vice as much depressed.
113:02,172[A  ]| There the kind Lovers with such Zeal complain,
113:02,173[A  ]| You in$4$ their Eyes behold their inmost Pain,
113:02,174[A  ]| And pray such Truth may not be Placed in$4$ vain.
113:02,175[A  ]| There Natures secret Springs may all be viewed,
113:02,176[A  ]| And, when she doubles, how to$9$ be pursued.
113:02,177[A  ]| There Art, in$4$ all her subtle Shifts displayed,
113:02,178[A  ]| There every Humour You may see portrayed,
113:02,179[A  ]| From Legislative Fops down to$4$ the Slaves of Trade.
113:02,180[A  ]| There all the Passions, weak, you will$1$ first espy,
113:02,181[A  ]| Hate, Envy, Fear, Revenge and Jealousy;
113:02,182[A  ]| And by$4$ what Fuel fed to$9$ flame at last so$5#1$ high.
113:02,183[A  ]| While Wit attending You will$1$ forever see,
113:02,184[A  ]| Faithful amidst this vast Variety;
113:02,185[A  ]| Like$4$ Proteus, but affording Nobler Game,
113:02,186[A  ]| She every Shape assumes, and yet Remains the same.
113:02,187[A  ]| In$4$ short, none ever Wrote or will$1$ again
113:02,188[A  ]| So$5#1$ useful things in$4$ such a Heavenly strain!
113:02,189[A  ]| Whenever I Hamlet or Othello read,
113:02,190[A  ]| My Hair starts up$5$, and my Nerves shrink with dread!
113:02,191[A  ]| Pity and Terror raise my Wonder higher,
113:02,192[A  ]| Until between both I am ready to$9$ expire!
113:02,193[A  ]| When cursed Iago cruelly I see
113:02,194[A  ]| Work up$5$ the Noble Moor to$4$ Jealousy,
113:02,195[A  ]| How cunningly the Villain weaves his Sin,
113:02,196[A  ]| And how the other takes the Poison in$5$;
113:02,197[A  ]| Or when I hear his Godlike Romans rage,
113:02,198[A  ]| And by$4$ what just degrees He does Assuage
113:02,199[A  ]| Their Angry Mood, and by$4$ a Secret Art
113:02,200[A  ]| Return the mutual Union back to$4$ either Heart;
113:02,201[A  ]| When these and other suchlike Scenes I scan,
113:02,202[A  ]| It is then, Great Soul, I think thee more than Man!
113:02,203[A  ]| Homer was Blind, yet could all Nature see;
113:02,204[A  ]| THOU wert unlearned, yet knew as much as He!
113:02,205[A  ]| In$4$ Timon, Lear, the*Tempest, we may find
113:02,206[A  ]| Vast Images of thy Unbounded Mind:
113:02,207[A  ]| These have been altered by$4$ our Poets now,
113:02,208[A  ]| And with Success, too, that$6#2$ we must allow:
113:02,209[A  ]| Third Days they get when Part of THEE is shown,
113:02,210[A  ]| Which$6#1$ they but Seldom do when All is their own.
113:02,211[A  ]| Nor shall Philaster, The*Maid's*Tragedy,
113:02,212[A  ]| Thy King*and*no*King, Fletcher, ever die,
113:02,213[A  ]| But reach, with like$2$ Applause, to$4$ late Posterity.
113:02,214[A  ]| It is true, they are Censured by$4$ a Modern Wit;
113:02,215[A  ]| But he should not have blamed, or not have Writ:
113:02,216[A  ]| For$3$ after all his Scandal on$4$ them thrown,
113:02,217[A  ]| It is certain they are Superior to$4$ his Own.
113:02,218[A  ]| We grant he has the Languages at Will$0$;
113:02,219[A  ]| But some have Blessings, and they use them ill:
113:02,220[A  ]| The Usurer is Poor in$4$ spite of all his Pence,
113:02,221[A  ]| And so$3$ your Linguists may be lean of Sense.
113:02,222[A  ]| Let then this Maxim never be forgot,
113:02,223[A  ]| An Arrant Scholar is an Arrant Sot.
113:02,224[A  ]| Thee, Mighty Ben, we ever shall affect,
113:02,225[A  ]| Thee ever Mention with profound Respect,
113:02,226[A  ]| Thou most Judicious Poet! most Correct!
113:02,227[A  ]| I know not on$4$ what single Piece to$9$ fall,
113:02,228[A  ]| Sublimely Writ, and admirable all.
113:02,229[A  ]| Yet we must give Thee but thy just Desert;
113:02,230[A  ]| You had less of Nature, though much more of Art:
113:02,231[A  ]| The Springs that$6#1$ move our Souls thou didst not touch:
113:02,232[A  ]| But then thy Judgement, Care and Pains were such,
113:02,233[A  ]| We never yet did any Author see
113:02,234[A  ]| (Nor shall, perhaps, through all Futurity)
113:02,235[A  ]| That$6#1$ wrote so$5#1$ many Perfect Plays as Thee.
113:02,236[A  ]| Not one vain Humour thy strict view escapes,
113:02,237[A  ]| Or Folly, in$4$ their Thousand Various shapes:
113:02,238[A  ]| The Lines You drew did every Blemish hit,
113:02,239[A  ]| Your Dresses every Knave and Coxcomb fit;
113:02,240[A  ]| So$5#1$ vast the unbounded Wardrobe of Your WIT!
113:02,241[A  ]| Hail Sacred Bards! Hail ye Immortal Three!
113:02,242[A  ]| The British Muses Great Triumviri!
113:02,243[A  ]| Secure of Fame, You on$4$ the Stage will$1$ live
113:02,244[A  ]| Whilst we have Wits to$9$ hear, and they have Praise to$9$ give.
113:02,245[A  ]| It is some where said our Courtiers speak more Wit
113:02,246[A  ]| In$4$ Conversation than these Poets Writ:
113:02,247[A  ]| Unjust Detraction! like$4$ its Author, base;
113:02,248[A  ]| And it shall here stand Branded with Disgrace.
113:02,249[A  ]| Not but they had their Failings too; ~~ but then
113:02,250[A  ]| They were such Faults as only spoke them Men;
113:02,251[A  ]| Errors which$6#1$ Human Frailty must admit,
113:02,252[A  ]| The Wanton Rovings of Luxurious Wit.
113:02,253[A  ]| To$4$ the Judicious plainly it appears,
113:02,254[A  ]| Their Slips were more the Age's Fault than theirs:
113:02,255[A  ]| Scarce had they ever struck upon$4$ the Shelves,
113:02,256[A  ]| If not obliged to$9$ stoop beneath themselves:
113:02,257[A  ]| Where Fletcher is loose, it was Writ to$9$ serve the Stage;
113:02,258[A  ]| And Shakespeare played with Words to$9$ please a Quibbling Age.
113:02,259[A  ]| If Plays you love let these Your thoughts employ;
113:02,260[A  ]| When Wit is read by$4$ Wit it will$1$ never cloy,
113:02,261[A  ]| No$2$ other Poets so$5#1$ sublimely tell
113:02,262[A  ]| The useful, happy Art of Living Well:
113:02,263[A  ]| All strewed with Morals, thick in$4$ every Page
113:02,264[A  ]| Alike Instructive both to$4$ Youth and Age.
113:02,265[A  ]| It is certain on$4$ a Mistress and a Friend
113:02,266[A  ]| The chiefest Blessings of our Lives depend;
113:02,267[A  ]| And by$4$ their Draughts we may exactly find
113:02,268[A  ]| If that$6#2$ be Faithful, or if this be kind.
113:02,269[A  ]| There You may breathe the Air of every Clime
113:02,270[A  ]| And make Remarks on$4$ Custom, Place and Time.
113:02,271[A  ]| Through every Stage of Life You there may View
113:02,272[A  ]| What Ills to$9$ avoid, what Virtues to$9$ pursue;
113:02,273[A  ]| And so$3$ with Pleasure reap Advantage too.
113:02,274[A  ]| Unlike the Authors that$6#1$ have lately writ,
113:02,275[A  ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ their Plays such Characters admit,
113:02,276[A  ]| So$5#1$ Lewd and Impious, they should Punished be
113:02,277[A  ]| Almost as much as Oates for$4$ Perjury:
113:02,278[A  ]| With equal Scandal both supply the Age;
113:02,279[A  ]| He has disgraced the Gown, and they the Stage.
113:02,280[A  ]| Think, Ye vain Scribbling Tribe, of Shirley's Fate,
113:02,281[A  ]| You that$6#1$ Write Farce, and You that$6#1$ Farce Translate;
113:02,282[A  ]| Shirley! the Scandal of the Ancient Stage,
113:02,283[A  ]| Shirley! the very Drf**y of his Age:
113:02,284[A  ]| Think how he lies in$4$ Duck-lane Shops forlorn,
113:02,285[A  ]| And never mentioned but with utmost Scorn.
113:02,286[A  ]| Think that$6#2$ the End of all your boasted Skill,
113:02,287[A  ]| As I presume to$9$ Prophesy it will$1$,
113:02,288[A  ]| Justly ~~ for$3$ many of You Write as ill.
113:02,289[A  ]| Change then Your Bias and Write Satire all;
113:02,290[A  ]| Convert the little Wit You have to$4$ Gall.
113:02,291[A  ]| Care not to$4$ what a Bulk Your Labours swell;
113:02,292[A  ]| The Fame in$4$ which$6#1$ the Happy Few excel
113:02,293[A  ]| Lies not in$4$ Writing Much, but Writing Well.
113:02,294[A  ]| This Point obtained, attack the Impious Stage,
113:02,295[A  ]| Which$6#1$ You have made the Nuisance of the Age;
113:02,296[A  ]| Nor fear but in$4$ the Attempt Applause You will$1$ get;
113:02,297[A  ]| Their Cause is Infamy, and ours is Wit.
113:02,298[A  ]| Lash the Lewd Actors ~~ but first stop Your Nose
113:02,299[A  ]| The Stench is strong; and much would discompose
113:02,300[A  ]| All but Yourselves ~~ almost as bad as those.
113:02,301[A  ]| This Thought should raise You to$4$ the Extremest Pitch.
113:02,302[A  ]| Their Laughing at the Want that$6#1$ makes them Rich:
113:02,303[A  ]| Not more You Labour to$9$ increase their Store,
113:02,304[A  ]| Than they, Inhumanly, to$9$ keep You Poor;
113:02,305[A  ]| Making You dance Attendance, Cap in$4$ Hand,
113:02,306[A  ]| That$6#1$ once, like$4$ Spaniels, were at Your Command;
113:02,307[A  ]| Would cringe and fawn, and who$6#2$ so$5#1$ kind as They?
113:02,308[A  ]| Exalted with the Promise of Your Play.
113:02,309[A  ]| But since Hart died, and the two Houses joined,
113:02,310[A  ]| What get ye? what Encouragement do ye find?
113:02,311[A  ]| Yet still You Write, and Sacrifice your Ease,
113:02,312[A  ]| And for$4$ no$2$ other Gain ~~ but what they please;
113:02,313[A  ]| Expelled the House, unless you give them way
113:02,314[A  ]| To$9$ bilk You of Two Thirds in$4$ every Play.
113:02,315[A  ]| Let nothing then Your sense of Wrong assuage;
113:02,316[A  ]| The Muse's Foes should feel the Muse's Rage:
113:02,317[A  ]| But then be just to$4$ Truth; for$3$ only that$6#2$
113:02,318[A  ]| Is what the Impartial Satire levels at:
113:02,319[A  ]| Go not beyond; all base Aspersion shun;
113:02,320[A  ]| Let Justice and not Malice lead You on$5$.
113:02,321[A  ]| To$9$ please, for$4$ once I will$1$ give You an Essay,
113:02,322[A  ]| And in$4$ so$5#1$ good a Cause am proud to$9$ lead the Way.
113:02,323[A  ]| Prepare we then to$9$ go behind the Scenes,
113:02,324[A  ]| There to$9$ Survey the Copper Kings and Queens,
113:02,325[A  ]| Strutting in$4$ State, though Slaves by$4$ Nature meant,
113:02,326[A  ]| As they were truly those they Represent:
113:02,327[A  ]| But most the Women are Audacious seen,
113:02,328[A  ]| All Paint their Outsides and all Pox within.
113:02,329[A  ]| Here it is our Quality are fond of such,
113:02,330[A  ]| Which$6#1$ even their Wiser Footmen scorn to$9$ Touch:
113:02,331[A  ]| Divested of the Robes in$4$ which$6#1$ they are Cased,
113:02,332[A  ]| A Goat is as sweet, and Monkeys are as Chaste.
113:02,333[A  ]| Not that$3$ they want, when they their Looks would Arm,
113:02,334[A  ]| The Art to$9$ make, or keep their Cullies warm.
113:02,335[A  ]| With faint Denials they inflame Desire,
113:02,336[A  ]| Till the hot Youth burns in$4$ his Amorous Fire,
113:02,337[A  ]| Then wantonly into their Shifts retire:
113:02,338[A  ]| Spurred on$5$ by$4$ Lust the Dunce pursues the Dame,
113:02,339[A  ]| Careless of Health, and thoughtless of his Fame:
113:02,340[A  ]| Their Nightly She Majestically rules;
113:02,341[A  ]| Like$4$ Gallic Princes, all her Subjects, Fools. ~~
113:02,342[A  ]| But talking of their Shifts I mourn, my Friend,
113:02,343[A  ]| I mourn thy sudden, and disastrous End:
113:02,344[A  ]| Here it was You did Resign Your Worthy Breath,
113:02,345[A  ]| And fell the Victim of a Cruel Death:
113:02,346[A  ]| The Shame, the Guilt, the Horror and Disgrace,
113:02,347[A  ]| Light on$4$ the Punk, the Murderer, and the Place.
113:02,348[A  ]| What Satire can enough the Villains Sting
113:02,349[A  ]| That$6#1$ fight and stab for$4$ so$5#1$ abhorred a Thing?
113:02,350[A  ]| A ten times cast off Drab, a Hackney Whore,
113:02,351[A  ]| Who$6#1$ when She has plied the Stews and tired a Score,
113:02,352[A  ]| Insatiate as a Charnel, yawns for$4$ more.
113:02,353[A  ]| Her every Act in$4$ the Venereal Wars
113:02,354[A  ]| Whoever would count, as well may count the Stars.
113:02,355[A  ]| So$5#1$ Insolent! there never was a Dowd
113:02,356[A  ]| So$5#1$ very basely born so$5#1$ very Proud:
113:02,357[A  ]| Yet Covetous; She will$1$ Prostitute with any,
113:02,358[A  ]| Rather than waive the Getting of a Penny:
113:02,359[A  ]| For$4$ the whole Harvest of her Youthful Crimes
113:02,360[A  ]| Most frugally she hoards for$4$ Future Times,
113:02,361[A  ]| That$3$ then her Life may be with Luxury led,
113:02,362[A  ]| The hattered Carcase with Abundance fed;
113:02,363[A  ]| So$5#2$ damns the Soul to$9$ get the Body Bread.
113:02,364[A  ]| Yet in$4$ her Morals this is thought the best,
113:02,365[A  ]| And it is only Hell can Match the rest.
113:02,366[A  ]| An Actress now so$5#1$ fine a thing is thought,
113:02,367[A  ]| A Place at Court less eagerly is sought:
113:02,368[A  ]| As soon as in$4$ that$6#2$ Roll the Punks engrossed.
113:02,369[A  ]| Some Reverend Bawd does thus the Drab accost,
113:02,370[A  ]| Now is the Time You may Your Fortune raise,
113:02,371[A  ]| And meet at once with Pleasure, Wealth and Praise;
113:02,372[A  ]| It is now, like$4$ Nell you may Immortal grow,
113:02,373[A  ]| Famed for$4$ Your Impudence, and Issue too;
113:02,374[A  ]| Posterity, if well You Play Your Part,
113:02,375[A  ]| Will$1$ call You Prudent, and Your Rise, Desert. ~~
113:02,376[A  ]| But the true Sense is this: ~~ It is now your time
113:02,377[A  ]| (For$3$ only Virtuous Fools neglect their Prime)
113:02,378[A  ]| With open Blandishments and secret Art
113:02,379[A  ]| To$9$ glide into some Keeping Coxcomb's Heart,
113:02,380[A  ]| Who$6#1$ neither Sense or Manhood understands;
113:02,381[A  ]| And Jilt Him of his Patrimonial Lands:
113:02,382[A  ]| Others this Way have reached the top Extremes;
113:02,383[A  ]| Think of Ned*Bush ~~ then think of Mistress*James:
113:02,384[A  ]| Some suchlike Cully to$4$ Your Share will$1$ fall;
113:02,385[A  ]| The Knight has nothing and the Punk has All:
113:02,386[A  ]| It was by$4$ this Conduct B**y grew so$5#1$ Rich;
113:02,387[A  ]| Preferment You can not miss and be a B**
113:02,388[A  ]| The Advice is took; and she hurries on$5$,
113:02,389[A  ]| Fond to$9$ be kept, and in$4$ her Chariot shown;
113:02,390[A  ]| While Vulgar Drabs must meanly Traipse the Town.
113:02,391[A  ]| Against the Consequence she shuts her Eyes,
113:02,392[A  ]| For$3$ none at once were ever lewd and Wise:
113:02,393[A  ]| Thoughtless (like$4$ merry Andrew in$4$ his Pride)
113:02,394[A  ]| The higher Mounted we the more deride.
113:02,395[A  ]| In$4$ short the Stage (as Dorset-Court assures)
113:02,396[A  ]| Is but a Hot-Bed raised to$9$ force up$5$ Whores:
113:02,397[A  ]| Nor can the Soil so$5#1$ fast their Growth supply,
113:02,398[A  ]| As City, Camp and Country crowd to$9$ buy.
113:02,399[A  ]| How great a Beast is Man! ~~ A Virtuous Dame,
113:02,400[A  ]| Unblemished in$4$ her Fortune and her Fame,
113:02,401[A  ]| They fly, as if she were the worst of Harms,
113:02,402[A  ]| And think a thrice Fluxed Actress has more Charms.
113:02,403[A  ]| Yet though so$5#1$ much they slight the Chaste and Fair,
113:02,404[A  ]| No$2$ other Curses may they ever share,
113:02,405[A  ]| But only to$9$ Continue ~~ what they Are.
113:02,406[A  ]| Now for$4$ the Men; whom we alike shall find
113:02,407[A  ]| As Loose, as Vile, and Brutal in$4$ their Kind:
113:02,408[A  ]| Here one who$6#1$ lately, as an Author notes,
113:02,409[A  ]| Hawked through the Town, and cried Gazettes and Votes,
113:02,410[A  ]| Is grown a Man of such Accomplished Parts,
113:02,411[A  ]| He thinks all Praise beneath his just Deserts:
113:02,412[A  ]| Rich as a Jew, yet though so$5#1$ wealthy known,
113:02,413[A  ]| He rasps the Under-Actors to$4$ the Bone.
113:02,414[A  ]| Not Lewis more Tyrannically Rules,
113:02,415[A  ]| Than He among this Herd of Knaves and Fools.
113:02,416[A  ]| Among his other Virtues, never was Elf
113:02,417[A  ]| So$5#1$ very much Enamoured of Himself;
113:02,418[A  ]| But let Him if he pleases think the best
113:02,419[A  ]| Upon$4$ that$6#2$ Head; and we will$1$ Supply the rest.
113:02,420[A  ]| What if some Scribblers to$4$ his Sense submit?
113:02,421[A  ]| He is not therefore only Judge of Wit:
113:02,422[A  ]| Approving such, betrays a Vicious Taste:
113:02,423[A  ]| For$3$ few can tell what will$1$ forever last,
113:02,424[A  ]| If all could Judge of Wit that$6#1$ think they can,
113:02,425[A  ]| The Vilest Ass would be the Wittiest Man.
113:02,426[A  ]| In$4$ Company, with either Youth or Age,
113:02,427[A  ]| He has all the Gum and Stiffness of the Stage:
113:02,428[A  ]| Dotard! and thinks his haughty Movements there,
113:02,429[A  ]| A Rule for$4$ his Behaviour everywhere.
113:02,430[A  ]| To$4$ this we will$1$ add his Lucre, Lust and Pride,
113:02,431[A  ]| And Knavery, which$6#1$ in$4$ vain He strives to$9$ hide,
113:02,432[A  ]| For$3$ through the thin Disguise the Cankered Heart is spied.
113:02,433[A  ]| It is true, his Action Merits just Applause;
113:02,434[A  ]| But lies the Fame most in$4$ the Effect or Cause?
113:02,435[A  ]| If from good Instruments fine Music springs,
113:02,436[A  ]| The Credit is chiefly his that$6#1$ tuned the Strings:
113:02,437[A  ]| Thus, though they Speak, they speak Another's Thought;
113:02,438[A  ]| As Monkeys Grin, and Parrots learn by$4$ Rote.
113:02,439[A  ]| Another You may see, a Comic Spark,
113:02,440[A  ]| That$6#1$ would be Lacy, but never hits the Mark,
113:02,441[A  ]| Not but his Making Sport must be confessed,
113:02,442[A  ]| For$3$ where the Author fails, he is Himself the Jest.
113:02,443[A  ]| To$9$ be well laughed at is his whole Delight,
113:02,444[A  ]| And there, indeed, we do the Coxcomb Right.
113:02,445[A  ]| Though the Comedian makes the Audience roar,
113:02,446[A  ]| When off the Stage, the Booby tickles more:
113:02,447[A  ]| When such are born some easy Planet rules,
113:02,448[A  ]| And Nature, dozing, makes a Run of Fools.
113:02,449[A  ]| A Third, a punning, drolling, bantering Ass,
113:02,450[A  ]| Cocks up$5$, and fain would for$4$ an Author pass.
113:02,451[A  ]| His Face for$4$ Farce Nature at first designed,
113:02,452[A  ]| And match it, too, with as Burlesque a Mind:
113:02,453[A  ]| Made him, as vilely born, so$5#1$ careless bred,
113:02,454[A  ]| And gave Him Heels of Cork, but Brains of Lead.
113:02,455[A  ]| To$9$ speak them all were tedious to$9$ discuss;
113:02,456[A  ]| But if You will$1$ Lump them, they are exactly thus:
113:02,457[A  ]| A Pimping, Sponging, Idle, Impious Race,
113:02,458[A  ]| The Shame of Virtue, and Despair of Grace:
113:02,459[A  ]| A Nest of Lechers worse than Sodom bore,
113:02,460[A  ]| And justly Merit to$9$ be Punished more,
113:02,461[A  ]| Diseased, in$4$ Debt, and every Moment dunned;
113:02,462[A  ]| By$4$ all Good Christians loathed, and their own Kindred shunned.
113:02,463[A  ]| To$9$ say more of them would be wasting Time;
113:02,464[A  ]| For$3$ it with Justice may be thought a Crime
113:02,465[A  ]| To$9$ let such Rubbish have a Place in$4$ Rhyme.
113:02,466[A  ]| Now hear a Wonder and it will$1$ well declare
113:02,467[A  ]| How resolutely lewd some Women are;
113:02,468[A  ]| For$3$ while these Men we thus severely use,
113:02,469[A  ]| Our Ladies differ hugely from the Muse;
113:02,470[A  ]| Supply their wants, and raise them from Distress,
113:02,471[A  ]| Advanced even for$4$ their very Wickedness.
113:02,472[A  ]| Goodman himself, an Infidel professed,
113:02,473[A  ]| With Plays reads Cl**d nightly to$4$ her Rest:
113:02,474[A  ]| Nay in$4$ Her Coach she whirls Him up$5$ and down,
113:02,475[A  ]| And Publishes her Passion to$4$ the Town,
113:02,476[A  ]| As if it were her Delight to$9$ make it known:
113:02,477[A  ]| And known it shall be, in$4$ my Pointed Rhymes
113:02,478[A  ]| Stand Infamous to$4$ all succeeding Times.
113:02,479[A  ]| It were Endless Work, describing every Vice
113:02,480[A  ]| That$6#1$ from the Play-house takes Immediate Rise,
113:02,481[A  ]| The Devil has on$4$ Earth no$2$ Magazine
113:02,482[A  ]| That$6#1$ opens to$4$ us such an Impious Scene,
113:02,483[A  ]| Or where, for$4$ Store, he lays more Lewdness in$5$.
113:02,484[A  ]| Not in$4$ the Inns of Court we hardly see,
113:02,485[A  ]| At once, a Vaster Reach of Villainy;
113:02,486[A  ]| Though with the Lawyer the Belief does reign ~~
113:02,487[A  ]| No$2$ Hell but Poverty, nor God but Gain.
113:02,488[A  ]| Here Murder, Lust and Blasphemy are found,
113:02,489[A  ]| And all the Crimes with which$6#1$ the Times abound,
113:02,490[A  ]| To$9$ wheel in$4$ Circles an Eternal Round.
113:02,491[A  ]| As the New-River does from Islington,
113:02,492[A  ]| Through several Pipes, serve half the Spacious Town,
113:02,493[A  ]| So$3$ the Luxurious Lewdness of the Stage,
113:02,494[A  ]| Drained off, feeds half the Brothels of the Age.
113:02,495[A  ]| In$4$ short (nor will$1$ it bear the least Debate)
113:02,496[A  ]| Unless these Vices we could Regulate,
113:02,497[A  ]| The Play-house is the Scandal of the State.
113:02,498[A  ]| But here it was (with drowsy Fumes oppressed)
113:02,499[A  ]| I dropped my Pen, and nodded into Rest;
113:02,500[A  ]| When Fancy, willing to$9$ Improve my Spleen,
113:02,501[A  ]| Set in$4$ my View this Visionary Scene.
114:01,000@@@@@| 
114:01,000['  ]| <Gould, Robert: Presbytery Rough-drawn (1683)>
114:01,000['  ]| <A SATYR. In Contemplation of The late Rebellion.>
114:01,001[A  ]| Rouse, Rouse, my Muse; why dost thou silent lie
114:01,002[A  ]| When Truth is oppressed, and Mischief soars so$5#1$ high!
114:01,003[A  ]| Rouse then, and lash with thy severest Rage
114:01,004[A  ]| The ingratitude of a Rebellious Age.
114:01,005[A  ]| Oh Albion, (to$4$ all sense of Glory dead)
114:01,006[A  ]| Whither is all thy ancient Grandeur fled?
114:01,007[A  ]| That$6#2$ Grandeur, which$6#1$ through France in$4$ Triumph flew,
114:01,008[A  ]| And only Came, and Saw, and did Subdue:
114:01,009[A  ]| In$4$ vain vast Bulwarks, and strong Walls oppose
114:01,010[A  ]| Against a Fate, which$6#1$ was more strong than those;
114:01,011[A  ]| A Fate, by$4$ which$6#1$ our Victories flew like$4$ Wind,
114:01,012[A  ]| And left swift Fame panting for$4$ Breath behind.
114:01,013[A  ]| That$6#2$ Grandeur which$6#1$ once met the Pride of Spain,
114:01,014[A  ]| Like$4$ a huge City, floating on$4$ the Main;
114:01,015[A  ]| Met it, and to$4$ the bottom sunk it down:
114:01,016[A  ]| Oh ancient Glory! Oh unmatched Renown!
114:01,017[A  ]| And Oh the uncertain state of all that$6#1$ is high!
114:01,018[A  ]| Those Masts which$6#1$ lately seemed to$9$ touch the Sky,
114:01,019[A  ]| Now low in$4$ the vast Ocean's Womb do lie;
114:01,020[A  ]| And where the Armada did its Pride display,
114:01,021[A  ]| Fishes resort, and wanton Dolphins play:
114:01,022[A  ]| Hard Fate! and yet they are happier far than we,
114:01,023[A  ]| From all the sad events of Discord free;
114:01,024[A  ]| For$3$ there they lie secure, and now no$2$ more
114:01,025[A  ]| Will$1$ mount the foaming Waves as heretofore,
114:01,026[A  ]| But quite beneath them, never hear them roar.
114:01,027[A  ]| Nor stopped thy Genius here; but with the Sun,
114:01,028[A  ]| Round the vast Circuit of the Globe has run,
114:01,029[A  ]| And came home covered with the Laurels won.
114:01,030[A  ]| But Ah! what art thou now become? a Den
114:01,031[A  ]| Of Murderers, Monsters, and perfidious Men:
114:01,032[A  ]| What Victories now dost thou achieve or win?
114:01,033[A  ]| As once in$4$ Arms, so$3$ now thou art chief in$4$ Sin,
114:01,034[A  ]| Hissed at without, and damned to$4$ Strife within.
114:01,035[A  ]| Happy the Times, when Man rejoiced to$9$ pay
114:01,036[A  ]| All just Obedience to$4$ the Regal Sway;
114:01,037[A  ]| But now Rebellious Rage is grown so$5#1$ high,
114:01,038[A  ]| Man's Cruelty does Savage Beasts out-vie;
114:01,039[A  ]| For$3$ they all Tremble when the Lions Roar,
114:01,040[A  ]| And grow as Tame as they were Wild before:
114:01,041[A  ]| To$4$ their great Chiefs they all Obedience pay:
114:01,042[A  ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ they prove us greater Beasts than they:
114:01,043[A  ]| For$3$ Man, base Man, will$1$ no$2$ Obedience own,
114:01,044[A  ]| But in$4$ Contempt of it their Kings dethrone,
114:01,045[A  ]| Although they know (as what they ought to$9$ fear)
114:01,046[A  ]| They Stab at God in$4$ his Vicegerents here.
114:01,047[A  ]| The Treacherous Jews that$6#1$ never stopped at Ills,
114:01,048[A  ]| But traced the Bent of their unbounded Wills;
114:01,049[A  ]| Though one (perhaps) drunk with Ambitious Rage,
114:01,050[A  ]| (For$3$ Villains are produced in$4$ every Age)
114:01,051[A  ]| All ties of God and Nature might disown;
114:01,052[A  ]| And on$4$ his Sovereign's Blood erect his Throne:
114:01,053[A  ]| Yet I never read the Factious Chiefs did join,
114:01,054[A  ]| Associated in$4$ one Damned Design;
114:01,055[A  ]| Or that$3$ they were such vain fantastic things,
114:01,056[A  ]| To$9$ think that$3$ God designed them all for$4$ Kings:
114:01,057[A  ]| As our Religious Rebels did of late
114:01,058[A  ]| When they overthrew the long established State,
114:01,059[A  ]| And made three Nations groan beneath the weight:
114:01,060[A  ]| Brought down their God-like Sovereign to$4$ the Block
114:01,061[A  ]| And which$6#1$ was worse ~~
114:01,062[A  ]| Worse than the Bonds of Loyalty when broke,
114:01,063[A  ]| Proclaimed that$3$ Justice gave the bitter Stroke.
114:01,064[A  ]| Vile Brood! can Justice an Injustice do?
114:01,065[A  ]| Could ye, when false, at the same time be true?
114:01,066[A  ]| At once be Royalists and Traitors too?
114:01,067[A  ]| No$7$, no$7$, witness how unconcerned ye stood,
114:01,068[A  ]| And bathed your hands in$4$ your dear Sovereign's Blood.
114:01,069[A  ]| Ah! Righteous God that$6#1$ sittest in$4$ Peace above;
114:01,070[A  ]| From whence thou showerest eternal streams of Love
114:01,071[A  ]| Down on$4$ thy Church below: what was it then
114:01,072[A  ]| Drew down this Plague? that$3$ Sacrilegious Men
114:01,073[A  ]| Should Plunder that$6#2$, and Rob the Land of more
114:01,074[A  ]| Than ever it was Blessed with heretofore;
114:01,075[A  ]| A King so$5#1$ Good, so$5#1$ Merciful, and Just,
114:01,076[A  ]| His chief delight was to$9$ pursue his Trust;
114:01,077[A  ]| So$5#1$ far from thinking or creating Strife,
114:01,078[A  ]| He blessed that$6#2$ Hand that$6#1$ took away his Life.
114:01,079[A  ]| But tell me, ye ungodly treacherous Crew;
114:01,080[A  ]| Take it to$4$ yourselves to$4$ whom it is truly due;
114:01,081[A  ]| For$3$ as things heavy to$4$ the Centre tend,
114:01,082[A  ]| As Showers on$4$ Earth do fall, or Flames ascend,
114:01,083[A  ]| And in$4$ short, all to$4$ their allotted place;
114:01,084[A  ]| So$3$ Villainy, and everything that$6#1$ is base,
114:01,085[A  ]| Flies to$4$ your Hearts, as to$4$ its proper Sphere,
114:01,086[A  ]| And finds an everlasting Centre there.)
114:01,087[A  ]| Oh! tell me, where is the Fame that$6#1$ does succeed
114:01,088[A  ]| That$6#2$ (still deplored by$4$ me) prodigious deed?
114:01,089[A  ]| A deed so$5#1$ far beyond all flights of ill,
114:01,090[A  ]| It can not be matched in$4$ the Records of Hell:
114:01,091[A  ]| A deed so$5#1$ damned! as if designed to$9$ vie
114:01,092[A  ]| Even with the Jews' boundless Impiety,
114:01,093[A  ]| When they doomed Christ unjustly to$4$ the Cross;
114:01,094[A  ]| And frighted Nature trembled at the loss.
114:01,095[A  ]| But this you will$1$ say was Mercy from above,
114:01,096[A  ]| To$9$ show the extent of Heaven's eternal Love;
114:01,097[A  ]| Or else the Jews might here pretend some cause
114:01,098[A  ]| For$4$ his annulling their Mosaic Laws:
114:01,099[A  ]| But ah! what cause had you, perfidious Brood,
114:01,100[A  ]| To$9$ stain your hands in$4$ that$6#2$ illustrious Blood,
114:01,101[A  ]| Which$6#1$ never was employed but for$4$ your Good?
114:01,102[A  ]| Or was it done because it was your will$0$?
114:01,103[A  ]| (That$6#2$ potent Cause by$4$ which$6#1$ you are governed still ~~)
114:01,104[A  ]| Oh cursed effects of Arbitrary Zeal!
114:01,105[A  ]| I know you will$1$ say, it was your design to$9$ be
114:01,106[A  ]| From servile Slavery and Oppression free;
114:01,107[A  ]| But those that$6#1$ shoot at random in$4$ the Night
114:01,108[A  ]| When darkness rules may sooner hit the White;
114:01,109[A  ]| They must be wrong who$6#1$ never were in$4$ the right:
114:01,110[A  ]| For$3$ when through all your treacherous Paths you had ran,
114:01,111[A  ]| Adverse to$4$ all the Laws of God and Man;
114:01,112[A  ]| Had you at last your expectations Crowned?
114:01,113[A  ]| Or was the Liberty, you sought for$4$, found?
114:01,114[A  ]| (Indeed it were unjust to$9$ think it should;
114:01,115[A  ]| The way to$4$ Peace lies not through War and Blood)
114:01,116[A  ]| No$7$, no$7$, that$6#2$ Popular Idol of your own,
114:01,117[A  ]| That$6#2$ load of Beast which$6#1$ once defiled the Throne,
114:01,118[A  ]| That$6#2$ Deity, which$6#1$ your own Hands had made,
114:01,119[A  ]| And then with so$5#1$ much frantic Zeal obeyed,
114:01,120[A  ]| Did all your Rights and Liberties invade;
114:01,121[A  ]| Those Liberties ye had so$5#1$ long enjoyed,
114:01,122[A  ]| And could not be, but by$4$ yourselves destroyed;
114:01,123[A  ]| Those Rights, which$6#1$ with an unexhausted spring,
114:01,124[A  ]| Forever flowed from your indulgent King:
114:01,125[A  ]| Those Rights did an Usurping Conqueror
114:01,126[A  ]| Ravish, and make you Slaves to$4$ a lawless Power;
114:01,127[A  ]| For$3$ how could he Protect, that$6#1$ did Devour?
114:01,128[A  ]| Nay the base Sanhedrim, whose lawless Pride
114:01,129[A  ]| Had to$4$ their King his Regal Dues denied,
114:01,130[A  ]| With open Hands the Tyrant's Lust supplied;
114:01,131[A  ]| Which$6#1$ their proud Stores to$4$ an Ebb as low did bring,
114:01,132[A  ]| As they were full when they denied their King.
114:01,133[A  ]| Thus by$4$ their Aid he did the War commence,
114:01,134[A  ]| And made them wretched at their own expense.
114:01,135[A  ]| A just reward for$4$ raising Civil-war,
114:01,136[A  ]| (And may no$2$ Traitors ever better fare)
114:01,137[A  ]| A fond imagined freedom to$9$ restore
114:01,138[A  ]| When we had all our Hearts could wish before:
114:01,139[A  ]| It was justly lost then, when we sought for$4$ more.
114:01,140[A  ]| But lo! the Scenes are shifted straight, and lo!
114:01,141[A  ]| His God's, his King's and his own Country's Foe,
114:01,142[A  ]| Is in$4$ a moment fallen! it was Death that$6#1$ gave
114:01,143[A  ]| The fatal Stroke and sent him to$4$ the Grave;
114:01,144[A  ]| Where he no$2$ sooner entered, but the slain,
114:01,145[A  ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ the Vales of horror did remain,
114:01,146[A  ]| With dismal Groans pierced all the neighbouring Air,
114:01,147[A  ]| As if he had been denied an entrance there:
114:01,148[A  ]| Nor were the dire foreboding Omens vain;
114:01,149[A  ]| The Grave could not such Villainy contain,
114:01,150[A  ]| But from its Entrails spewed him back again.
114:01,151[A  ]| Thus he, who$6#1$ while he lived no$2$ freedom gave
114:01,152[A  ]| Had not, in$4$ death, the freedom of a Slave,
114:01,153[A  ]| The poor allowance of a six-foot Grave:
114:01,154[A  ]| Like$4$ the proud Persian, in$4$ the Air he hung;
114:01,155[A  ]| Like$4$ him too, the Reproach of every Tongue.
114:01,156[A  ]| Ravens, and all the inferior Fowls of Prey,
114:01,157[A  ]| Which$6#1$ used to$9$ hover round where Carrion lay,
114:01,158[A  ]| Croaked at the Tyrant ~~ croaked and flew away.
114:01,159[A  ]| And now of all his noisy Pomp and Fame,
114:01,160[A  ]| Nothing survives but a reproachful Name.
114:01,161[A  ]| Thus Treachery though it may a while shine bright,
114:01,162[A  ]| As Meteors at a blaze lose all their light;
114:01,163[A  ]| And what they had from the dull Earth before,
114:01,164[A  ]| When once it is dissolved, is seen no$2$ more.
114:01,165[A  ]| And now (methinks) I see the Sun appear,
114:01,166[A  ]| Nor is it only thought, for$3$ lo he is here:
114:01,167[A  ]| With gentle Beams he first proclaims the Day,
114:01,168[A  ]| Then drives at once the unwholesome Damps away.
114:01,169[A  ]| Ah welcome, Sacred Sir, welcome as Sight
114:01,170[A  ]| To$4$ those who$6#1$ from their births have groped in$4$ night
114:01,171[A  ]| And never hoped to$9$ view the cheerful light:
114:01,172[A  ]| Welcome as Spring, after a bitter Frost;
114:01,173[A  ]| Welcome as Peace, where Peace has long been lost.
114:01,174[A  ]| What shall I say? O what eternal spring
114:01,175[A  ]| Can furnish Words, or set my Thoughts on$4$ wing
114:01,176[A  ]| To$9$ bless his Welcome, and his Praises sing!
114:01,177[A  ]| But hold, my Muse; in$4$ vain that$6#2$ pitch you would fly,
114:01,178[A  ]| For$3$ Language there must yield, as well as I:
114:01,179[A  ]| Back then to$4$ thy own Task, and scourge the times,
114:01,180[A  ]| Revile their Follies, and disclose their Crimes;
114:01,181[A  ]| How cankered Villains into corners run,
114:01,182[A  ]| And blushed at the vile deeds their Hands had done;
114:01,183[A  ]| But deeds of darkness dare not view the Sun:
114:01,184[A  ]| Too well they knew the Mischiefs that$6#1$ they wrought
114:01,185[A  ]| Were unrevenged, and trembled at the Thought;
114:01,186[A  ]| As fearing (what indeed they ought to$9$ fear)
114:01,187[A  ]| That$3$ Vengeance for$4$ their Treachery now was near:
114:01,188[A  ]| But God-like Kindness (as in$4$ Man's first Fall)
114:01,189[A  ]| Gave them an Act of Grace, and cancelled all.
114:01,190[A  ]| An Act! which$6#1$ Reason is at a loss to$9$ scan;
114:01,191[A  ]| And proves the Giver something more than Man;
114:01,192[A  ]| Whose Goodness we in$4$ vain would comprehend,
114:01,193[A  ]| For$3$ he forgives as fast as we offend:
114:01,194[A  ]| So$5#1$ Merciful! there is not a Thought Severe
114:01,195[A  ]| In$4$ all his Soul ~~ too Merciful I fear!
114:01,196[A  ]| For$3$ had that$6#2$ Hand of Justice (once oppressed)
114:01,197[A  ]| That$6#1$ struck some Heads off, but secured the rest;
114:01,198[A  ]| The Hydra then might have been overcome;
114:01,199[A  ]| But being too merciful, and sparing some,
114:01,200[A  ]| From the rank wounds more darling Monsters sprout,
114:01,201[A  ]| And every Neck a thousand Heads thrusts out,
114:01,202[A  ]| Till the vast sum did soon amount to$4$ more,
114:01,203[A  ]| And lewder Criminals than ever before:
114:01,204[A  ]| So$3$ Thieves from Gallows saved, still Thieves will$1$ be;
114:01,205[A  ]| And cut the Throats of those that$6#1$ set them free.
114:01,206[A  ]| But sure that$6#2$ King must needs be all divine,
114:01,207[A  ]| When too much Mercy is his only Crime.
114:01,208[A  ]| Say then, ye bold Fanatics of the Times,
114:01,209[A  ]| (Ye that$6#1$ succeed those Monsters in$4$ their Crimes)
114:01,210[A  ]| What makes you thus Seditiously exclaim
114:01,211[A  ]| Under the Blessings of a peaceful Reign?
114:01,212[A  ]| What ye would have I know not; but I know
114:01,213[A  ]| Ye might be happy if ye would be so$5#2$;
114:01,214[A  ]| Happy as Lovers on$4$ their Bridal Night;
114:01,215[A  ]| But that$6#2$ is a Happiness but vain and slight,
114:01,216[A  ]| Where Pain and Trouble still succeed Delight:
114:01,217[A  ]| But yours might be all one continued Scene,
114:01,218[A  ]| Without an interval of Grief between.
114:01,219[A  ]| Has not your God (if any God ye own;
114:01,220[A  ]| But I much rather think that$3$ ye have none,
114:01,221[A  ]| For$3$ God, from whom all true Obedience springs,
114:01,222[A  ]| Enjoins us strictly to$9$ obey our Kings.)
114:01,223[A  ]| Has he not saved from Rebel's impious Steel,
114:01,224[A  ]| And the worse Fury of misguided Zeal
114:01,225[A  ]| A gracious Prince, and blessed us with his Reign?
114:01,226[A  ]| In$4$ whom his Father seems to$9$ live again:
114:01,227[A  ]| By$4$ Heaven's peculiar care made fit to$9$ Rule;
114:01,228[A  ]| Would ye leave him for$4$ some Usurping Tool?
114:01,229[A  ]| A baseness never to$9$ be cancelled more,
114:01,230[A  ]| Unless by$4$ him that$6#1$ cancelled it before:
114:01,231[A  ]| A Prince who$6#1$ has through all misfortunes trod,
114:01,232[A  ]| With the unshaken Patience of a God:
114:01,233[A  ]| And as it is sung, Alcides, heretofore
114:01,234[A  ]| The weight of Heaven upon$4$ his Shoulders bore,
114:01,235[A  ]| So$3$ He (a nobler Subject for$4$ our Songs)
114:01,236[A  ]| At once sustains a World ~~ a World of Wrongs;
114:01,237[A  ]| A World! which$6#1$ were that$6#2$ once famed Hero now,
114:01,238[A  ]| Though he bore Heaven, beneath their Weight he would bow.
114:01,239[A  ]| Yet still he Governs, still he Rules in$4$ Peace,
114:01,240[A  ]| (And may it, Heaven, O may it never cease!)
114:01,241[A  ]| And still your Stores eternally increase;
114:01,242[A  ]| Time was they increased too much; and that$6#2$ the thing,
114:01,243[A  ]| That$6#1$ made thee, London, murmur at thy King;
114:01,244[A  ]| And lift thy Proud Luxurious Head as high,
114:01,245[A  ]| As it since low did in$4$ its Ashes lie:
114:01,246[A  ]| It was that$6#2$ inspired thy Crowds with factious Rage;
114:01,247[A  ]| The Crowd! whose fury nothing can assuage,
114:01,248[A  ]| Nor Tears of Youth, nor Eloquence of Age:
114:01,249[A  ]| It rolls over all with an impetuous sway,
114:01,250[A  ]| Like$4$ Rivers when they have forced their Banks away:
114:01,251[A  ]| The Crowd! which$6#1$ does forever look awry
114:01,252[A  ]| On$4$ those that$3$ true desert has mounted high,
114:01,253[A  ]| And would rebel although it knows not why;
114:01,254[A  ]| And such a Crowd wert thou ~~ a Mass combined
114:01,255[A  ]| Of all adulterate mixtures we can find,
114:01,256[A  ]| That$6#1$ may infect the Soul or taint the Mind:
114:01,257[A  ]| No$2$ wonder then, with such rank Weeds overspread,
114:01,258[A  ]| Thy Body should rebel against its Head.
114:01,259[A  ]| That$6#2$ Honesty that$6#1$ lodged within thy wall,
114:01,260[A  ]| (For$3$ there were Thousands that$6#1$ never bowed to$4$ Baal)
114:01,261[A  ]| Like$4$ some poor wounded Deer was straight cashiered;
114:01,262[A  ]| Or bore the brunt of all the Brutal Herd.
114:01,263[A  ]| And this the Faction would be at again,
114:01,264[A  ]| For$4$ the same cause that$6#1$ they promoted then;
114:01,265[A  ]| Were they not baffled, curbed and kept in$4$ awe
114:01,266[A  ]| By$4$ Men that$6#1$ love the King, the Church, the Law:
114:01,267[A  ]| And such the Bench of Aldermen are now;
114:01,268[A  ]| Compared with whom, how dim the Factious show ~~
114:01,269[A  ]| Nor should we here those Citizens forget,
114:01,270[A  ]| Whose Acts are proof that$3$ Faith is a Virtue yet;
114:01,271[A  ]| Since by$4$ the Good (as in$4$ a Mirror) still
114:01,272[A  ]| We may descry the Failings of the Ill:
114:01,273[A  ]| But why do I presume those Faults to$9$ scan,
114:01,274[A  ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ the Action are so$5#1$ lively drawn?
114:01,275[A  ]| Witness for$4$ proof the unparalleled abuse
114:01,276[A  ]| (Beyond Example, as beyond excuse)
114:01,277[A  ]| To$4$ their last Loyal Chief ~~
114:01,278[A  ]| Which$6#1$ from no$2$ other Cause but this could spring;
114:01,279[A  ]| The Man was honest, and he loved his King.
114:01,280[A  ]| Help Heaven! what but confusion can succeed,
114:01,281[A  ]| When to$9$ be Loyal is a pernicious deed,
114:01,282[A  ]| Faith to$4$ the Crown, a Crime? ~~ but to$9$ proceed.
114:01,283[A  ]| Has he not stooped beneath his Royal Stem.
114:01,284[A  ]| Lower than ever Rebels stooped to$4$ him?
114:01,285[A  ]| Has he not all his Subjects' wants supplied?
114:01,286[A  ]| What did they ask him that$6#1$ he ever denied?
114:01,287[A  ]| Unless it were (invincible constraint!)
114:01,288[A  ]| What Nature, Law and Conscience could not grant?
114:01,289[A  ]| Has he not too (though now the Scenes are changed)
114:01,290[A  ]| Like$4$ a poor Pilgrim through the Nations ranged?
114:01,291[A  ]| Distressed, despised, nay almost left of all;
114:01,292[A  ]| And by$4$ the Rage of an ambitious Saul,
114:01,293[A  ]| As many various turns of misery bore,
114:01,294[A  ]| As God's good Shepherd David did before?
114:01,295[A  ]| Yet now as soon as God is pleased again
114:01,296[A  ]| To$9$ give us Peace, by$4$ giving Him to$9$ Reign;
114:01,297[A  ]| Rather than they will$1$ be honest or reform,
114:01,298[A  ]| Even in$4$ the Sacred Port they will$1$ force a Storm:
114:01,299[A  ]| But all in$4$ vain ~~ for$3$ the Eternal Will$0$,
114:01,300[A  ]| (The Guardian Pillar that$6#1$ directs him still)
114:01,301[A  ]| Will$1$ now as well protect him from the Rage
114:01,302[A  ]| Of an unsatisfied, seditious Age,
114:01,303[A  ]| With the same mighty Love as heretofore,
114:01,304[A  ]| When War did rave, and all the Billows roar.
114:01,305[A  ]| Assured of this, how dare Men disapprove
114:01,306[A  ]| What Heaven protects, and Heavenly Angels love?
114:01,307[A  ]| Who$6#2$ is a Subject fit for$4$ Songs divine;
114:01,308[A  ]| Alas, how far above the reach of mine!
114:01,309[A  ]| And then his Princely Brother whom their hate
114:01,310[A  ]| Brands with the Name of Traitor to$4$ the State;
114:01,311[A  ]| But falsely ~~ false as the Tongue-murdering Blade
114:01,312[A  ]| That$6#1$ first made Perjury to$9$ be a Trade.
114:01,313[A  ]| So$5#1$ false! even they themselves could never deny,
114:01,314[A  ]| But that$3$ their Hearts gave their bold Tongues the lie:
114:01,315[A  ]| For$3$ why should he conspire against that$6#2$ Throne,
114:01,316[A  ]| Which$6#1$ Legally may come to$9$ be his own?
114:01,317[A  ]| No$7$; that$6#2$ is a work for$4$ him that$6#1$ is Born to$4$ none ~~
114:01,318[A  ]| Has not that$6#2$ Prince moved in$4$ the self-same Sphere?
114:01,319[A  ]| With Patience borne all wrongs that$6#1$ Man can bear?
114:01,320[A  ]| Who$6#1$, though your Envy does his Fame pursue,
114:01,321[A  ]| He still has fought both for$4$ your Rights and You.
114:01,322[A  ]| In$4$ foreign Lands his conduct he has shown;
114:01,323[A  ]| And found no$2$ Valour braver than his own.
114:01,324[A  ]| Conquest was still his Prize; and as Success
114:01,325[A  ]| Crowned him at Land, it was on$4$ the Sea no$2$ less;
114:01,326[A  ]| Where on$4$ the Deck (for$4$ his dear Country's good,
114:01,327[A  ]| Whose Cause he fought) he has undaunted stood
114:01,328[A  ]| Amidst the wildest rage of Cannon's roar;
114:01,329[A  ]| Whose sound has frighted Cowards on$4$ the Shore.
114:01,330[A  ]| Black Clouds of Smoke have dimmed the Sun's bright ray,
114:01,331[A  ]| And made a Night at the full Noon of Day.
114:01,332[A  ]| One would have thought, who$6#1$ from afar had seen,
114:01,333[A  ]| They in$4$ the Bosom of the Clouds had been,
114:01,334[A  ]| And round their Heads Lightning and Thunder flew;
114:01,335[A  ]| And through the Air ten thousand Terrors threw.
114:01,336[A  ]| The Sun himself looked pale; amazed to$9$ see
114:01,337[A  ]| Deaths scattered through the Air like$4$ Atoms flee;
114:01,338[A  ]| And Nature was concerned as well as he.
114:01,339[A  ]| Not so$5#2$ the Duke ~~ who$6#1$ did through all appear
114:01,340[A  ]| Fierce as a Storm, and was himself a War.
114:01,341[A  ]| O who$6#2$ in$4$ such a Cause would danger shun,
114:01,342[A  ]| Blessed with so$5#1$ brave a Chief to$9$ lead them on$5$?
114:01,343[A  ]| Who$6#1$ scorned to$9$ check his Rage, or leave the Fray,
114:01,344[A  ]| Till he had quite drove the shattered Fleet away;
114:01,345[A  ]| Too wise to$9$ trust to$4$ Fate another day.
114:01,346[A  ]| Thus he, sole Victor, did our Fame regain;
114:01,347[A  ]| And rode unrivalled over the conquered main.
114:01,348[A  ]| Enriched by$4$ Princes so$5#1$ Divine, so$5#1$ Good,
114:01,349[A  ]| (Brothers in$4$ Virtue, as they are by$4$ Blood)
114:01,350[A  ]| What Frenzy is it makes you think you are Poor?
114:01,351[A  ]| When Heaven in$4$ them showers down so$5#1$ vast a Store,
114:01,352[A  ]| It would be impiety to$9$ wish for$4$ more;
114:01,353[A  ]| Which$6#1$ as it is great, we ought to$9$ think it good,
114:01,354[A  ]| As drawn from the Fountain of a Martyr's Blood.
114:01,355[A  ]| But as when some wild ravenous Beast of Prey
114:01,356[A  ]| Has seized a Lamb which$6#1$ in$4$ his passage lay;
114:01,357[A  ]| The Blood is first sucked, and finding that$6#2$ so$5#1$ sweet,
114:01,358[A  ]| He crams his Maw with the delicious Meat;
114:01,359[A  ]| Yet the same moment, painted with the Gore,
114:01,360[A  ]| Rouses again, and roams the Woods for$4$ more.
114:01,361[A  ]| So$3$ you, flushed with your former Royal Bait,
114:01,362[A  ]| Grow mad again, and for$4$ more Blood do wait,
114:01,363[A  ]| In$4$ the subversion of the Regal State.
114:01,364[A  ]| From whence else can our wild divisions grow?
114:01,365[A  ]| Can such a Prince be his own Country's Foe?
114:01,366[A  ]| At the same time he does their Battles fight,
114:01,367[A  ]| And makes their happiness his chief delight?
114:01,368[A  ]| True; but you will$1$ say (perhaps) others have done
114:01,369[A  ]| As brave exploits, as glorious Fields have won.
114:01,370[A  ]| Well, and suppose it true ~~ yet when their Fame
114:01,371[A  ]| We once compare with York's illustrious Name,
114:01,372[A  ]| It blushing shrinks into itself again.
114:01,373[A  ]| None sure but such as have abandoned Sense,
114:01,374[A  ]| Will$1$ stoop to$4$ an Usurper for$4$ a Prince;
114:01,375[A  ]| And like$4$ the rough-cast Heathens heretofore,
114:01,376[A  ]| Rather than want a Patron-God to$9$ adore,
114:01,377[A  ]| Before some Stock or Stone will$1$ Homage pay;
114:01,378[A  ]| Or to$4$ some uncouth Creature Kneel and Pray.
114:01,379[A  ]| Dagon, to$4$ those who$6#1$ did before him fall,
114:01,380[A  ]| (As the All-high to$4$ us) was all in$4$ all;
114:01,381[A  ]| But God forbid we should their steps pursue,
114:01,382[A  ]| Or for$3$ to$9$ serve the False, Blaspheme the True;
114:01,383[A  ]| Whose Laws (though spurned at by$4$ Fanatic spite)
114:01,384[A  ]| Instruct us to$9$ distinguish Wrong from Right.
114:01,385[A  ]| Right, when we do the true Succession own;
114:01,386[A  ]| Wrong when a false Pretender mounts the Throne;
114:01,387[A  ]| Right, to$9$ obey those rightful Sovereign Powers,
114:01,388[A  ]| Who$6#1$ lose their own repose to$9$ procure ours;
114:01,389[A  ]| But Wrong, against such Goodness to$9$ declaim,
114:01,390[A  ]| Or with base Libels strive to$9$ wound his Fame.
114:01,391[A  ]| But they that$6#1$ took away his Father's Life,
114:01,392[A  ]| Defame the Royal Duke, spare not his Wife;
114:01,393[A  ]| Such Undertakers rightly understood,
114:01,394[A  ]| Can mean their present Sovereign little good.
114:01,395[A  ]| ~~ Nor stops the Frenzy here ~~ when every Drone
114:01,396[A  ]| Inspired by$4$ foggy Ale is a Statesman grown,
114:01,397[A  ]| And takes upon$4$ him to$9$ dispose the Crown;
114:01,398[A  ]| Drivels out spiteful Treason over his Pots,
114:01,399[A  ]| With as much Zeal and Gravity as O**
114:01,400[A  ]| Go to$4$ your Looms, Cobble your Shoes; and there
114:01,401[A  ]| We will$1$ allow you are in$4$ your proper Sphere;
114:01,402[A  ]| Those Paths by$4$ Beasts of Burden may be trod;
114:01,403[A  ]| But leave the Crown to$4$ the dispose of God;
114:01,404[A  ]| Whose Voice to$9$ say you are, were Blasphemy;
114:01,405[A  ]| For$3$ there all Parts do with the Whole agree,
114:01,406[A  ]| And with a Concord so$5#1$ Divinely sweet,
114:01,407[A  ]| As never can with Contradictions meet:
114:01,408[A  ]| Should the almighty Voice ~~
114:01,409[A  ]| With the Profane dull Crowds run Parallel;
114:01,410[A  ]| It would turn even Heaven itself to$4$ a kind of Hell.
114:01,411[A  ]| It were better far to$9$ let the State alone;
114:01,412[A  ]| And mind your little Commonwealths at home.
114:01,413[A  ]| But if it is needful it should now be known,
114:01,414[A  ]| Who$6#1$ must or ought hereafter wear the Crown;
114:01,415[A  ]| We need no$2$ other Guide than Reason's light:
114:01,416[A  ]| Whose should it be, but whose it is by$4$ Right?
114:01,417[A  ]| His Right alone (which$6#1$ only is withstood
114:01,418[A  ]| By$4$ such a sullen and contentious Brood)
114:01,419[A  ]| Whose sure it is by$4$ all the Ties of Blood.
114:01,420[A  ]| Ye hate the King, yet ye all Kings would be;
114:01,421[A  ]| Why do ye strive to$9$ Rule else more than he?
114:01,422[A  ]| And while ye are contending who$6#1$ should wear
114:01,423[A  ]| The Regal Crown, the Regal Sceptre bear;
114:01,424[A  ]| By$4$ fraud and Treachery (marks by$4$ which$6#1$ you are known,
114:01,425[A  ]| Well as your Tub-men by$4$ their canting Tone)
114:01,426[A  ]| Would from his Brows, transplant it to$4$ your own:
114:01,427[A  ]| But finding that$3$ you are baffled in$4$ your Will$0$,
114:01,428[A  ]| Run drudging on$5$, and will$1$ be Rebels still.
114:01,429[A  ]| Yes Rebels ~~ what else can the meaning be,
114:01,430[A  ]| Of Bellowing after Rights and Liberty,
114:01,431[A  ]| When it is impossible to$9$ be more free?
114:01,432[A  ]| Of all the Nations that$6#1$ enclose you round,
114:01,433[A  ]| Point me out one with half your Freedoms Crowned;
114:01,434[A  ]| Freedoms too great, too much in$4$ it to$9$ express;
114:01,435[A  ]| Nor is each Man's particularly less.
114:01,436[A  ]| The Wild has liberty the World to$9$ roam,
114:01,437[A  ]| To$4$ France, to$4$ Spain, Smyrna, Japan or Rome;
114:01,438[A  ]| But never will$1$ find a better place than Home;
114:01,439[A  ]| Where Nature in$4$ her bloom forever waits,
114:01,440[A  ]| And every morning fresh delight creates.
114:01,441[A  ]| The Old and Studious may enjoy their ease;
114:01,442[A  ]| And this may plough the Land, and that$6#2$ the Seas;
114:01,443[A  ]| The Crowds too, may almost do what they please:
114:01,444[A  ]| Oh that$3$ they might not; it is the unhappy Cause
114:01,445[A  ]| From whence our Discord still more Discord draws:
114:01,446[A  ]| For$3$ when the Conscience its own way may go,
114:01,447[A  ]| How boundless, wild a Monster will$1$ it grow!
114:01,448[A  ]| Pulpits are dwindled into Tubs; and Kings,
114:01,449[A  ]| Esteemed unnecessary useless things:
114:01,450[A  ]| All wholesome Doctrine is Banished with the Creed,
114:01,451[A  ]| And Blockheads Preach, who$6#1$ never learnt to$9$ Read.
114:01,452[A  ]| Kings to$4$ their Subjects must Obedience pay:
114:01,453[A  ]| Nor is it strange the Flock should go astray,
114:01,454[A  ]| When they themselves are in$4$ the wrong that$6#1$ guide;
114:01,455[A  ]| It is best then when such Liberty is denied.
114:01,456[A  ]| Does not your Land with Milk and Honey flow?
114:01,457[A  ]| Canaan could not such Crops of Plenty show,
114:01,458[A  ]| Or Jordan's loved, and unpolluted Streams,
114:01,459[A  ]| Produce more Wonders than our fruitful Thames.
114:01,460[A  ]| Do not all things that$6#1$ feast the Eye and Ear,
114:01,461[A  ]| The Taste and Smell forever flourish here
114:01,462[A  ]| With an unbounded, unexhausted Spring?
114:01,463[A  ]| And to$9$ Crown all ~~
114:01,464[A  ]| Are we not Crowned with an indulgent King?
114:01,465[A  ]| Having all this, what would ye more possess?
114:01,466[A  ]| Having so$5#1$ much, why would ye make it less?
114:01,467[A  ]| Why should that$6#2$ pleasant tune of Concord cease?
114:01,468[A  ]| Can ever Rebellion be the way to$4$ Peace?
114:01,469[A  ]| Why do ye your pernicious Doctrine sow?
114:01,470[A  ]| And through the Land seditious Libels strew;
114:01,471[A  ]| Spurn at the Virtuous, vilify the Just,
114:01,472[A  ]| (As if their Loyalty debauched their Trust)
114:01,473[A  ]| Rail at the Law, nay rail at one another,
114:01,474[A  ]| And, which$6#1$ is yet more base than all the other,
114:01,475[A  ]| Stab the King's Reputation in$4$ his Brother?
114:01,476[A  ]| O tell me, to$4$ what end can this be done?
114:01,477[A  ]| Unless you would like$4$ your Predecessors run
114:01,478[A  ]| And damn our Eighty two, to$4$ Forty one;
114:01,479[A  ]| For$3$ they (like$4$ you) mouthed after Liberty,
114:01,480[A  ]| And they (like$4$ you) too, knew that$3$ they were free;
114:01,481[A  ]| But found too soon (Experience dearly bought)
114:01,482[A  ]| Their seeking for$4$ it, destroyed the thing they sought.
114:01,483[A  ]| Yet, though they got so$5#1$ little by$4$ it before,
114:01,484[A  ]| (When their own Lust and Rapine robbed the Poor
114:01,485[A  ]| In$4$ opposition to$4$ all sacred Laws)
114:01,486[A  ]| Once more you would revive the Good-Old-Cause;
114:01,487[A  ]| Once more overthrow the Church, the State, and King,
114:01,488[A  ]| And from blessed Order make Confusion spring;
114:01,489[A  ]| That$6#2$ wild Confusion which$6#1$ of late did rave,
114:01,490[A  ]| And sent so$5#1$ many Thousands to$4$ the Grave:
114:01,491[A  ]| But you may spare the Toil ~~ the Veil is plucked off,
114:01,492[A  ]| And every Soul that$6#1$ has but Sense enough
114:01,493[A  ]| To$9$ choose the Right from Wrong: may plainly see
114:01,494[A  ]| What you have been, and what you will$1$ ever be:
114:01,495[A  ]| And as you are, I fear you will$1$ such remain,
114:01,496[A  ]| (And should I wish ye honest it were in$4$ vain)
114:01,497[A  ]| For$3$ they that$6#1$ spurn at Mercy, cherish Ill,
114:01,498[A  ]| And own no$2$ Power above their Lawless Will$0$,
114:01,499[A  ]| Will$1$ certainly continue Ill Men still;
114:01,500[A  ]| Too rank for$4$ Earth, and only fit to$9$ go
114:01,501[A  ]| To$9$ murmur in$4$ their grand Cabal below;
114:01,502[A  ]| You had best be cautious then, and have a care;
114:01,503[A  ]| Ingratitude will$1$ find no$2$ favour there,
114:01,504[A  ]| Although it has missed the stroke of Justice here:
114:01,505[A  ]| ~~ As yet I mean missed of ~~ for$3$ I have seen
114:01,506[A  ]| A Morning, though it were at first serene
114:01,507[A  ]| As thought can form, has in$4$ a trice been clogged
114:01,508[A  ]| With gloomy Clouds, and almost choked with Fog:
114:01,509[A  ]| The Sun himself, as if oppressed with Night,
114:01,510[A  ]| Has shrunk his Glories in$5$, erewhile so$5#1$ bright,
114:01,511[A  ]| And had not power to$9$ bless the World with Light.
114:01,512[A  ]| Thus sullen signs approaching storms foretold;
114:01,513[A  ]| And lo! loud Thunder through the Air has rolled:
114:01,514[A  ]| Mountains which$6#1$ one would think stood firm as Fate,
114:01,515[A  ]| Have reeled as if they bent beneath their weight.
114:01,516[A  ]| When of a sudden the all-seeing Sun,
114:01,517[A  ]| Angry as it were with what the Storm had done,
114:01,518[A  ]| Through the thick Shades his pointed Beams has thrown;
114:01,519[A  ]| And in$4$ a Moment chased them all away,
114:01,520[A  ]| And with fresh Glories dressed the new-born Day.
114:01,521[A  ]| So$3$ in$4$ the wild disorders of the State,
114:01,522[A  ]| When mighty Charles shall yield to$4$ mightier Fate;
114:01,523[A  ]| (Which$6#1$ may it first be long, for$3$ Monarch's Breath
114:01,524[A  ]| Is frail like$4$ ours; like$4$ ours must taste of Death:)
114:01,525[A  ]| What could we wish should that$6#2$ black hour arrive,
114:01,526[A  ]| More than some glorious Hero to$9$ survive?
114:01,527[A  ]| Prepared by$4$ Heaven, by$4$ Nature, and by$4$ Right,
114:01,528[A  ]| For$4$ all the Functions of the Royal Seat;
114:01,529[A  ]| And fitted thus, why not the Heir, the Brother,
114:01,530[A  ]| To$9$ fill that$6#2$ sacred Place before another?
114:01,531[A  ]| Who$6#1$, guided by$4$ the same eternal Will$0$,
114:01,532[A  ]| Would all the roaring Winds of Faction still:
114:01,533[A  ]| For$3$ he who$6#1$ has so$5#1$ many Wonders wrought,
114:01,534[A  ]| Crowned with success in$4$ all the Fields he fought,
114:01,535[A  ]| Whom Heaven has saved from Rocks and Treacherous Sand,
114:01,536[A  ]| And the more treacherous dangers of the Land,
114:01,537[A  ]| War, Envy, Banishment, Intestine strife,
114:01,538[A  ]| Slander, and all the Snares that$6#1$ catch at life;
114:01,539[A  ]| He sure must be for$4$ some great End designed,
114:01,540[A  ]| Proportioned to$4$ the greatness of his Mind;
114:01,541[A  ]| For$3$ nothing less were fit to$9$ carry on$5$,
114:01,542[A  ]| What our good Monarch has so$5#1$ well begun:
114:01,543[A  ]| In$4$ such a Cause, bright as the Sun he would rise,
114:01,544[A  ]| And dare his Glories through the sullen Skies,
114:01,545[A  ]| Dissolve or drive the Factious Gloom away
114:01,546[A  ]| Unripe Cabals, where Treasons brooding lay,
114:01,547[A  ]| And show them all to$4$ the clear Eye of day;
114:01,548[A  ]| And with a Justice splendid and sublime,
114:01,549[A  ]| Would punish Treachery equal to$4$ the Crime.
114:01,550[A  ]| Then would the Land a firm wrought Peace enjoy,
114:01,551[A  ]| Which$6#1$ wild Sedition would not dare to$9$ annoy;
114:01,552[A  ]| Nor all the angry Storms of Fate destroy.