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.