141:02,000@@@@@| 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,001[A ]| Nay, if our sins are grown so$5#1$ high of late, 141:02,002[A ]| That$3$ heaven no$2$ longer can adjourn our fate; 141:02,003[A ]| May it please some milder vengeance to$9$ devise, 141:02,004[A ]| Plague, fire, sword, dearth, or anything but this. 141:02,005[A ]| Let it rain scalding showers of brimstone down, 141:02,006[A ]| To$9$ burn us, as of old the lustful town: 141:02,007[A ]| Let a new deluge overwhelm again, 141:02,008[A ]| And drown at once our land, and lives, and sin. 141:02,009[A ]| Thus gladly we will$1$ compound, all this we will$1$ pay, 141:02,010[A ]| To$9$ have these worst of ills removed away. 141:02,011[A ]| Judgements of other kinds are often sent 141:02,012[A ]| In$4$ mercy only, not for$4$ punishment: 141:02,013[A ]| But where these light, they show a nation's fate 141:02,014[A ]| Is given up$5$ and passed for$4$ reprobate. 141:02,015[A ]| When God his stock of wrath on$4$ Egypt spent, 141:02,016[A ]| To$9$ make a stubborn land and king repent, 141:02,017[A ]| Sparing the rest, had he this one plague sent; 141:02,018[A ]| For$4$ this alone his people had been quit, 141:02,019[A ]| And Pharoah circumcised a proselyte. 141:02,020[A ]| Wonder no$2$ longer why no$2$ curse like$4$ these 141:02,021[A ]| Was known or suffered in$4$ the primitive days: 141:02,022[A ]| They never sinned enough to$9$ merit it, 141:02,023[A ]| It was therefore what heaven's just power thought fit, 141:02,024[A ]| To$9$ scourge this latter and more sinful age 141:02,025[A ]| With all the dregs and squeezings of his rage. 141:02,026[A ]| Too dearly is proud Spain with England quit 141:02,027[A ]| For$4$ all her loss sustained in$4$ eighty-eight; 141:02,028[A ]| For$4$ all the ills our warlike virgin wrought, 141:02,029[A ]| Or Drake and Raleigh her great scourges brought. 141:02,030[A ]| Amply was she revenged in$4$ that$6#2$ one birth, 141:02,031[A ]| When hell for$4$ her the Biscayan plague brought forth; 141:02,032[A ]| Great counter-plague! in$4$ which$6#1$ unhappy we 141:02,033[A ]| Pay back her sufferings with full usury: 141:02,034[A ]| Than whom alone none ever was designed 141:02,035[A ]| To$9$ entail a wider curse on$4$ human kind, 141:02,036[A ]| But he who$6#1$ first begot us, and first sinned. 141:02,037[A ]| Happy the world had been, and happy thou, 141:02,038[A ]| (Less damned at least, and less accursed than now) 141:02,039[A ]| If early with less guilt in$4$ war thou hadst died, 141:02,040[A ]| And from ensuing mischiefs mankind freed. 141:02,041[A ]| Or when thou viewedst the Holy Land and tomb, 141:02,042[A ]| Thou hadst suffered there thy brother traitor's doom. 141:02,043[A ]| Cursed be the womb that$6#1$ with the firebrand teemed, 141:02,044[A ]| Which$6#1$ ever since has the whole globe inflamed; 141:02,045[A ]| More cursed that$6#2$ ill-aimed shot, that$6#1$ basely missed 141:02,046[A ]| That$6#1$ maimed a limb, but spared thy hated breast, 141:02,047[A ]| And made thee at once a cripple and a priest. 141:02,048[A ]| But why this wish? The church if so$5#2$ might lack 141:02,049[A ]| Champions, good works, and saints for$4$ the almanac. 141:02,050[A ]| These are the Janizaries of the cause, 141:02,051[A ]| The lifeguard of the Roman sultan, chose 141:02,052[A ]| To$9$ break the force of Huguenots and foes. 141:02,053[A ]| The church's hawkers in$4$ divinity, 141:02,054[A ]| Who$6#1$ instead of lace and ribbons, doctrine cry: 141:02,055[A ]| Rome's strollers, who$6#1$ survey each continent, 141:02,056[A ]| Its trinkets and commodities to$9$ vent. 141:02,057[A ]| Export the Gospel like$4$ mere ware for$4$ sale, 141:02,058[A ]| And truck it for$4$ indigo and cochineal, 141:02,059[A ]| As the known factors here the brethren once 141:02,060[A ]| Swopped Christ about for$4$ bodkins, rings, and spoons. 141:02,061[A ]| And shall these great apostles be condemned, 141:02,062[A ]| And thus by$4$ scoffing heretics defamed? 141:02,063[A ]| They by$4$ whose means both Indies now enjoy 141:02,064[A ]| The two choice blessings pox and popery; 141:02,065[A ]| Which$6#1$ buried else in$4$ ignorance had been, 141:02,066[A ]| Nor known the worth of beads and Bellarmine. 141:02,067[A ]| It pitied holy mother church to$9$ see 141:02,068[A ]| A world so$5#1$ drowned in$4$ gross idolatry. 141:02,069[A ]| It grieved to$9$ see such goodly nations hold 141:02,070[A ]| Bad errors, and unpardonable gold. 141:02,071[A ]| Strange! what a godly zeal can coin infuse! 141:02,072[A ]| What charity pieces of eight produce! 141:02,073[A ]| So$3$ you were chose the fittest to$9$ reclaim 141:02,074[A ]| The pagan world, and give it a Christian name. 141:02,075[A ]| And great was the success; whole myriads stood 141:02,076[A ]| At font, and were baptised in$4$ their own blood. 141:02,077[A ]| Millions of souls were hurled from hence to$9$ burn 141:02,078[A ]| Before their time, be damned before their turn. 141:02,079[A ]| Yet these were in$4$ compassion sent to$4$ hell, 141:02,080[A ]| The rest reserved in$4$ spite, and worse to$9$ feel, 141:02,081[A ]| Compelled instead of fiends to$9$ worship you, 141:02,082[A ]| The more inhuman devils of the two. 141:02,083[A ]| Rare way and method of conversion this, 141:02,084[A ]| To$9$ make your votaries your sacrifice! 141:02,085[A ]| If to$9$ destroy be reformation thought, 141:02,086[A ]| A plague as well might the good work have wrought. 141:02,087[A ]| Now see we why your founder weary grown, 141:02,088[A ]| Would lay his former trade of killing down; 141:02,089[A ]| He found it was dull, he found a gown would be 141:02,090[A ]| A fitter case and badge of cruelty. 141:02,091[A ]| Each snivelling hero seas of blood can spill, 141:02,092[A ]| When wrongs provoke, and honour bids him kill. 141:02,093[A ]| Each tiny bully lives can freely bleed, 141:02,094[A ]| When pressed by$4$ wine or punk to$9$ knock on$4$ the head: 141:02,095[A ]| Give me your thorough-paced rogue, who$6#1$ scorns to$9$ be 141:02,096[A ]| Prompted by$4$ poor revenge or injury, 141:02,097[A ]| But does it of true inbred cruelty: 141:02,098[A ]| Your cool and sober murderer, who$6#1$ prays 141:02,099[A ]| And stabs at the same time, who$6#1$ one hand has 141:02,100[A ]| Stretched up$5$ to$4$ heaven, the other to$9$ make the pass. 141:02,101[A ]| So$3$ the late saints of blessed memory, 141:02,102[A ]| Cut throats in$4$ godly pure sincerity: 141:02,103[A ]| So$3$ they with lifted hands and eyes devout 141:02,104[A ]| Said grace, and carved a slaughtered monarch out. 141:02,105[A ]| When the first traitor Cain (too good to$9$ be 141:02,106[A ]| Thought patron of this black fraternity) 141:02,107[A ]| His bloody tragedy of old designed, 141:02,108[A ]| One death alone quenched his revengeful mind, 141:02,109[A ]| Content with but a quarter of mankind: 141:02,110[A ]| Had he been Jesuit, had he but put on$5$ 141:02,111[A ]| Their savage cruelty, the rest had gone: 141:02,112[A ]| His hand had sent old Adam after too, 141:02,113[A ]| And forced the Godhead to$9$ create anew. 141:02,114[A ]| And yet it were well, were their foul guilt but thought 141:02,115[A ]| Bare sin: it is something even to$9$ own a fault. 141:02,116[A ]| But here the boldest flights of wickedness 141:02,117[A ]| Are stamped religion, and for$4$ current pass. 141:02,118[A ]| The blackest, ugliest, horridest, damnedest deed, 141:02,119[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ hell flames, the schools a title need, 141:02,120[A ]| If done for$4$ Holy Church is sanctified. 141:02,121[A ]| This consecrates the blessed work and tool, 141:02,122[A ]| Nor must we ever after think them foul. 141:02,123[A ]| To$9$ undo realms, kill parents, murder kings, 141:02,124[A ]| Are thus but petty trifles, venial things, 141:02,125[A ]| Not worth a confessor; nay heaven shall be 141:02,126[A ]| Itself invoked to$9$ abet the impiety. 141:02,127@w | "Grant, gracious Lord 141:02,127[A ]| (Some reverend villain prays) 141:02,128@w | "That$3$ this the bold assertor of our cause 141:02,129@w | "May with success accomplish that$6#2$ great end, 141:02,130@w | "For$4$ which$6#1$ he was by$4$ thee and us designed. 141:02,131@w | "Do thou to$4$ his arm and sword thy strength impart, 141:02,132@w | "And guide them steady to$4$ the tyrant's heart. 141:02,133@w | "Grant him for$4$ every meritorious thrust 141:02,134@w | "Degrees of bliss above among the just; 141:02,135@w | "Where holy Garnet and Saint*Guy are placed, 141:02,136@w | "Whom works like$4$ this before have thither raised; 141:02,137@w | "Where they are interceding for$4$ us now; 141:02,138@w | "For$3$ sure they are there." 141:02,138[A ]| Yes questionless, and so$3$ 141:02,139[A ]| Good Nero is and Dioclesian too, 141:02,140[A ]| And that$6#2$ great ancient saint Herostratus, 141:02,141[A ]| And the late godly Martyr at Toulouse. 141:02,142[A ]| Dare something worthy Newgate and the Tower, 141:02,143[A ]| If you will$1$ be canonized and heaven ensure. 141:02,144[A ]| Dull primitive fools of old! who$6#1$ would be good! 141:02,145[A ]| Who$6#1$ would by$4$ virtue reach the blessed abode! 141:02,146[A ]| Far other are the ways found out of late, 141:02,147[A ]| Which$6#1$ mortals to$4$ that$6#2$ happy place translate: 141:02,148[A ]| Rebellion, treason, murder, massacre, 141:02,149[A ]| The chief ingredients now of saintship are, 141:02,150[A ]| And Tyburn only stocks the calendar. 141:02,151[A ]| Unhappy Judas, whose ill fate or chance 141:02,152[A ]| Threw him upon$4$ gross times of ignorance; 141:02,153[A ]| Who$6#1$ knew not how to$9$ value or esteem 141:02,154[A ]| The worth and merit of a glorious crime! 141:02,155[A ]| Should his kind stars have let him acted now, 141:02,156[A ]| He had died absolved, and died a martyr too. 141:02,157[A ]| Hearest thou, great God, such daring blasphemy, 141:02,158[A ]| And letst thy patient thunder still lie by$5$? 141:02,159[A ]| Strike and avenge, lest impious atheists say, 141:02,160[A ]| Chance guides the world, and has usurped thy sway; 141:02,161[A ]| Lest these proud prosperous villains too confess, 141:02,162[A ]| Thou art senseless, as they make thy images. 141:02,163[A ]| Thou just and sacred power! wilt thou admit 141:02,164[A ]| Such guests should in$4$ thy glorious presence sit? 141:02,165[A ]| If heaven can with such company dispense, 141:02,166[A ]| Well did the Indian pray, might he keep thence. 141:02,167[A ]| But this we only feign, all vain and false, 141:02,168[A ]| As their own legends, miracles, and tales; 141:02,169[A ]| Either the groundless calumnies of spite, 141:02,170[A ]| Or idle rants of poetry and wit. 141:02,171[A ]| We wish they were; but you hear Garnet cry, 141:02,172@w | "I did it, and would do it again; had I 141:02,173@w | "As much of blood, as many lives as Rome 141:02,174@w | "Has spilled in$4$ what the fools call martyrdom; 141:02,175@w | "As many souls as sins; I would freely stake 141:02,176@w | "All them and more for$4$ Mother Church's sake. 141:02,177@w | "For$4$ that$6#2$ I will$1$ stride over crowns, swim through a flood, 141:02,178@w | "Made up$5$ of slaughtered monarch's brains and blood. 141:02,179@w | "For$4$ that$6#2$ no$2$ lives of heretics I will$1$ spare, 141:02,180@w | "But reap them down with less remorse and care 141:02,181@w | "Than Tarquin did the poppy-heads of old, 141:02,182@w | "Or we drop beads, by$4$ which$6#1$ our prayers are told. 141:02,183[A ]| Bravely resolved! and it was as bravely dared 141:02,184[A ]| But (lo!) the recompense and great reward, 141:02,185[A ]| The wight is to$4$ the almanac preferred. 141:02,186[A ]| Rare motives to$9$ be damned for$4$ holy cause, 141:02,187[A ]| A few red letters, and some painted straws. 141:02,188[A ]| Fools! who$6#1$ thus truck with hell by$4$ Mohatra 141:02,189[A ]| And play their souls against no$2$ stakes away. 141:02,190[A ]| It is strange with what an holy impudence 141:02,191[A ]| The villain caught, his innocence maintains: 141:02,192[A ]| Denies with oaths the fact until it be 141:02,193[A ]| Less guilt to$9$ own it than the perjury: 141:02,194[A ]| By$4$ the Mass and blessed sacraments he swears, 141:02,195[A ]| This Mary's milk, and the other Mary's tears, 141:02,196[A ]| And the whole muster-roll in$4$ calendars. 141:02,197[A ]| Not yet swallow the falsehood? if all this 141:02,198[A ]| Will$1$ not gain a resty faith; he will$1$ on$4$ his knees 141:02,199[A ]| The evangelists and Lady's psalter kiss 141:02,200[A ]| To$9$ vouch the lie: nay more, to$9$ make it good 141:02,201[A ]| Mortgage his soul upon$4$ it, his heaven and God. 141:02,202[A ]| Damned faithless heretics, hard to$9$ convince, 141:02,203[A ]| Who$6#1$ trust no$2$ verdict, but dull obvious sense. 141:02,204[A ]| Unconscionable courts, who$6#1$ priests deny 141:02,205[A ]| Their benefit of the clergy, perjury. 141:02,206[A ]| Room for$4$ the martyred saints! behold they come! 141:02,207[A ]| With what a noble scorn they meet their doom! 141:02,208[A ]| Not knights of the post, nor often carted whores 141:02,209[A ]| Show more of impudence, or less remorse. 141:02,210[A ]| O glorious and heroic constancy! 141:02,211[A ]| That$6#1$ can forswear upon$4$ the cart, and die 141:02,212[A ]| With gasping souls expiring in$4$ a lie. 141:02,213[A ]| None but tame sheepish criminals repent, 141:02,214[A ]| Who$6#1$ fear that$6#2$ idle bugbear punishment: 141:02,215[A ]| Your gallant sinner scorns that$6#2$ cowardice, 141:02,216[A ]| The poor regret of having done amiss: 141:02,217[A ]| Brave he, to$4$ his first principles still true, 141:02,218[A ]| Can face damnation, sin with hell in$4$ view: 141:02,219[A ]| And bid it take the soul, he does bequeath 141:02,220[A ]| And blow it thither with his dying breath. 141:02,221[A ]| Dare such as these profess religion's name? 141:02,222[A ]| Who$6#1$, should they own it, and be believed, would shame 141:02,223[A ]| Its practice out of the World, would atheists make 141:02,224[A ]| Firm in$4$ their creed, and vouch it at the stake? 141:02,225[A ]| Is heaven for$4$ such, whose deeds make hell too good 141:02,226[A ]| Too mild a penance for$4$ their cursed brood? 141:02,227[A ]| For$4$ whose unheard-of crimes and damned sake 141:02,228[A ]| Fate must below new sorts of torture make, 141:02,229[A ]| Since, when of old it framed that$6#2$ place of doom, 141:02,230[A ]| It was thought no$2$ guilt like$4$ this could thither come. 141:02,231[A ]| Base recreant souls! would you have kings trust you? 141:02,232[A ]| Who$6#1$ never yet kept your allegiance true 141:02,233[A ]| To$4$ any but hell's prince? who$6#1$ with more ease 141:02,234[A ]| Can swallow down most solemn perjuries 141:02,235[A ]| Than a town bully common oaths, and lies? 141:02,236[A ]| Are the French Harrys' fates so$5#1$ soon forgot? 141:02,237[A ]| Our last blessed Tudor? or the Powder Plot? 141:02,238[A ]| And those fine streamers that$6#1$ adorned so$5#1$ long 141:02,239[A ]| The bridge and Westminster, and yet had hung, 141:02,240[A ]| Were they not stolen, and now for$4$ relics gone? 141:02,241[A ]| Think Tories loyal, or Scotch covenanters; 141:02,242[A ]| Robbed tigers gentle; courteous, fasting bears, 141:02,243[A ]| Atheists devout, and thrice-wrecked mariners: 141:02,244[A ]| Take goats for$4$ chaste, and cloistered Marmosites, 141:02,245[A ]| For$4$ plain and open two-edged parasites: 141:02,246[A ]| Believe bawds modest, and the shameless stews, 141:02,247[A ]| And binding drunkards' oaths, and strumpets' vows: 141:02,248[A ]| And when in$4$ time these contradictions meet, 141:02,249[A ]| Then hope to$9$ find them in$4$ a Loyolite; 141:02,250[A ]| To$4$ whom, though gasping, should I credit give, 141:02,251[A ]| I would think it were Sin, and damned like$4$ unbelief. 141:02,252[A ]| Oh for$4$ the Swedish law enacted here! 141:02,253[A ]| No$2$ scarecrow frightens like$4$ a priest-gelder: 141:02,254[A ]| Hunt them, as beavers are, force them to$9$ buy 141:02,255[A ]| Their lives with ransom of their lechery: 141:02,256[A ]| Or let that$6#2$ wholesome statute be revived, 141:02,257[A ]| Which$6#1$ England heretofore from wolves relieved: 141:02,258[A ]| Tax every shire instead of them to$9$ bring 141:02,259[A ]| Each year a certain tale of Jesuits in$5$: 141:02,260[A ]| And let their mangled quarters hang the isle 141:02,261[A ]| To$9$ scare all future vermin from the soil. 141:02,262[A ]| Monsters avaunt! may some kind whirlwind sweep 141:02,263[A ]| Our land and drown these locusts in$4$ the deep: 141:02,264[A ]| Hence ye loathed objects of our scorn and hate, 141:02,265[A ]| With all the curses of an injured state: 141:02,266[A ]| Go foul impostors, to$4$ some duller soil, 141:02,267[A ]| Some easier nation with your cheats beguile: 141:02,268[A ]| Where your gross common gulleries may pass, 141:02,269[A ]| To$9$ slur and top on$4$ bubbled consciences: 141:02,270[A ]| Where ignorance and the Inquisition rules, 141:02,271[A ]| Where the vile herd of poor implicit fools 141:02,272[A ]| Are damned contentedly, where they are led 141:02,273[A ]| Blindfold to$4$ hell, and thank and pay their guide. 141:02,274[A ]| Go where all your black tribe, before are gone, 141:02,275[A ]| Follow Chastel, Ravillac, Clement down, 141:02,276[A ]| Your Catesby, Fawkes, and Garnet, thousands more, 141:02,277[A ]| And those, who$6#1$ hence have lately raised the score. 141:02,278[A ]| Where the grand traitor now and all the crew 141:02,279[A ]| Of his disciples must receive their due: 141:02,280[A ]| Where flames and tortures of eternal date 141:02,281[A ]| Must punish you, yet never can expiate: 141:02,282[A ]| Learn duller fiends your unknown cruelties, 141:02,283[A ]| Such as no$2$ wit, but yours could ever devise, 141:02,284[A ]| No$2$ guilt but yours deserve; make hell confess 141:02,285[A ]| Itself outdone, its devils damned for$4$ less. 141:04,000@@@@@| 141:04,000[' ]| 141:04,000[' ]| 141:04,000[' ]| 141:04,000[' ]| 141:04,001[B ]| Once I was common Wood, a shapeless Log, 141:04,002[B ]| Thrown out a Pissing-post for$4$ every Dog: 141:04,003[B ]| The Workman yet in$4$ doubt what course to$9$ take, 141:04,004[B ]| Whether I would best a Saint or Hog-trough make, 141:04,005[B ]| After debate resolved me for$4$ a Saint, 141:04,006[B ]| And thus famed Loyola I represent: 141:04,007[B ]| And well I may resemble him, for$3$ he 141:04,008[B ]| As stupid was, as much a Block as I. 141:04,009[B ]| My right Leg maimed at halt I seem to$9$ stand, 141:04,010[B ]| To$9$ tell the wounds at Pampelune sustained. 141:04,011[B ]| My Sword and Soldier's Armour here had been, 141:04,012[B ]| But they may in$4$ Monserrat's Church be seen: 141:04,013[B ]| Those there to$4$ blessed Virgin I laid down 141:04,014[B ]| For$4$ Cassock, Surcingle, and shaven Crown, 141:04,015[B ]| The spiritual Garb in$4$ which$6#1$ I now am shown. 141:04,016[B ]| With due Accoutrements and fit disguise 141:04,017[B ]| I might for$4$ Sentinel of Corn suffice: 141:04,018[B ]| As once the well-hung God of old stood guard, 141:04,019[B ]| And the invading Crows from forage scared. 141:04,020[B ]| Now on$4$ my Head the Birds their Relics leave, 141:04,021[B ]| And Spiders in$4$ my mouth their Arras weave: 141:04,022[B ]| And persecuted Rats oft find in$4$ me 141:04,023[B ]| A Refuge and religious Sanctuary. 141:04,024[B ]| But you profaner Heretics, whoever 141:04,025[B ]| The Inquisition and its vengeance fear, 141:04,026[B ]| I charge stand off, at peril come not near: 141:04,027[B ]| None at twelve score untruss, break wind, or piss; 141:04,028[B ]| He enters Fox his Lists that$6#1$ dares transgress: 141:04,029[B ]| For$3$ I am by$4$ Holy Church in$4$ reverence had, 141:04,030[B ]| And all good Catholic Folk implore my aid. 141:04,031[B ]| These Pictures which$6#1$ you see my Story give, 141:04,032[B ]| The Acts and Monuments of me alive: 141:04,033[B ]| That$6#2$ Frame wherein with Pilgrim's weeds I stand, 141:04,034[B ]| Contains my Travels to$4$ the Holy Land. 141:04,035[B ]| This me and my Decemvirate at Rome, 141:04,036[B ]| When I for$4$ Grant of my great Order come. 141:04,037[B ]| There with Devotion rapt I hang in$4$ Air, 141:04,038[B ]| With Dove (like$4$ Mahomet's) whispering in$4$ my ear. 141:04,039[B ]| Here Virgin in$4$ Galesh of Clouds descends, 141:04,040[B ]| To$9$ be my safeguard from assaulting Fiends. 141:04,041[B ]| Those Tables by$5$, and Crutches of the lame, 141:04,042[B ]| My great Achievements since my death proclaim: 141:04,043[B ]| Pox, Ague, Dropsy, Palsy, Stone, and Gout, 141:04,044[B ]| Legions of Maladies by$4$ me cast out, 141:04,045[B ]| More than the College know, or ever fill 141:04,046[B ]| Quacks' Wiping Paper and the Weekly Bill. 141:04,047[B ]| What Peter's shadow did of old, the same 141:04,048[B ]| Is fancied done by$4$ my all powerful Name; 141:04,049[B ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ some wear it about their Necks and Arms, 141:04,050[B ]| To$9$ guard from Dangers, Sicknesses, and Harms; 141:04,051[B ]| And some on$4$ Wombs the barren to$9$ relieve, 141:04,052[B ]| A Miracle I better did alive. 141:04,053[B ]| Oft I by$4$ crafty Jesuit am taught 141:04,054[B ]| Wonders to$9$ do, and many a juggling Feat. 141:04,055[B ]| Sometimes with Chafing Dish behind me put, 141:04,056[B ]| I sweat like$4$ Clapped Debauch in$4$ Hot House shut, 141:04,057[B ]| And drip like$4$ any Spitchcocked Huguenot. 141:04,058[B ]| Sometimes by$4$ secret Springs I learn to$9$ stir, 141:04,059[B ]| As Paste-Board Saints dance by$4$ miraculous Wire: 141:04,060[B ]| Then I Tradescant's Rarities outdo, 141:04,061[B ]| Sand's Waterworks and German Clockwork too, 141:04,062[B ]| Or any choice Device at Bartholomew. 141:04,063[B ]| Sometimes I utter Oracles by$4$ Priest, 141:04,064[B ]| Instead of a Familiar possessed. 141:04,065[B ]| The Church I vindicate, Luther confute, 141:04,066[B ]| And cause Amazement in$4$ the gaping Rout. 141:04,067[B ]| Such holy Cheats, such hocus Tricks as these, 141:04,068[B ]| For$4$ Miracles amongst the Rabble pass. 141:04,069[B ]| By$4$ this in$4$ their Esteem I daily grow, 141:04,070[B ]| In$4$ Wealth enriched, increased in$4$ Votaries too. 141:04,071[B ]| This draws each year vast numbers to$4$ my Tomb, 141:04,072[B ]| More than in$4$ Pilgrimage to$4$ Mecca come. 141:04,073[B ]| This brings each week new Presents to$4$ my Shrine, 141:04,074[B ]| And makes it those of Indian Gods outshine. 141:04,075[B ]| This gives a Chalice, that$6#2$ a Golden Cross, 141:04,076[B ]| Another massy Candlesticks bestows: 141:04,077[B ]| Some Altar Cloths of costly work and price, 141:04,078[B ]| Plush, Tissue, Ermine, Silks of noblest Dyes, 141:04,079[B ]| The Birth and Passion in$4$ Embroideries: 141:04,080[B ]| Some Jewels, rich as those the Aegyptian Punk 141:04,081[B ]| In$4$ Jellies to$4$ her Roman Stallion drunk. 141:04,082[B ]| Some offer gorgeous Robes, which$6#1$ serve to$9$ wear 141:04,083[B ]| When I on$4$ Holidays in$4$ state appear; 141:04,084[B ]| When I am in$4$ pomp on$4$ high Processions shown, 141:04,085[B ]| Like$4$ Pageants of Lord Mayor or Skimmington. 141:04,086[B ]| Lucullus could not such a Wardrobe boast, 141:04,087[B ]| Less those of Popes at their election cost; 141:04,088[B ]| Less those, which$6#1$ Sicily's Tyrant heretofore 141:04,089[B ]| From plundered Gods and Jove's own Shoulders tore. 141:04,090[B ]| Hither as to$4$ some Fair the Rabble come, 141:04,091[B ]| To$9$ barter for$4$ the Merchandise of Rome; 141:04,092[B ]| Where Priests like$4$ Mountebanks on$4$ Stage appear, 141:04,093[B ]| To$9$ expose the Frippery of their hallowed Ware: 141:04,094[B ]| This is the Laboratory of their Trade, 141:04,095[B ]| The Shop where all their staple Drugs are made; 141:04,096[B ]| Prescriptions and Receipts to$9$ bring in$5$ Gain, 141:04,097[B ]| All from the Church Dispensatories taken. 141:04,098[B ]| The Pope's Elixir, Holy Water is here, 141:04,099[B ]| Which$6#1$ they with Chymick Art distilled prepare: 141:04,100[B ]| Choice above Goddard's Drops, and all the Trash 141:04,101[B ]| Of modern Quacks; this is that$6#2$ Sovereign Wash 141:04,102[B ]| For$4$ fetching Spots and Morphew from the Face, 141:04,103[B ]| And scouring dirty Clothes and Consciences. 141:04,104[B ]| One drop of this, if used, had power to$9$ fray 141:04,105[B ]| The Legion from the Hogs of Gadara: 141:04,106[B ]| This would have silenced quite the Wiltshire Drum, 141:04,107[B ]| And made the prating Fiend of Mascon dumb. 141:04,108[B ]| That$6#2$ Vessel consecrated Oil contains, 141:04,109[B ]| Kept sacred as the famed Ampoule of France; 141:04,110[B ]| Which$6#1$ some profaner Heretics would use 141:04,111[B ]| For$4$ liquoring Wheels of Jacks, and Boots, and Shoes: 141:04,112[B ]| This makes the Chrism, which$6#1$ mixed with Snot of Priests, 141:04,113[B ]| Anoints young Catholics for$4$ the Church's lists; 141:04,114[B ]| And when they are crossed, confessed, and die; by$4$ this 141:04,115[B ]| Their launching Souls slide off to$4$ endless Bliss: 141:04,116[B ]| As Lapland Saints when they on$4$ Broomsticks fly, 141:04,117[B ]| By$4$ help of Magic Unctions mount the Sky. 141:04,118[B ]| Yon Altar-Pix of Gold is the Abode 141:04,119[B ]| And safe Repository of their God. 141:04,120[B ]| A Cross is fixed upon$4$ it the Fiends to$9$ fright, 141:04,121[B ]| And Flies which$6#1$ would the Deity beshite; 141:04,122[B ]| And Mice, which$6#1$ oft might unprepared receive, 141:04,123[B ]| And to$4$ lewd Scoffers cause of scandal give. 141:04,124[B ]| Here are performed the Conjurings and Spells, 141:04,125[B ]| For$4$ Christening Saints, and Hawks and Carriers' Bells; 141:04,126[B ]| For$4$ hallowing Shreds, and Grains, and Salts, and Bawms, 141:04,127[B ]| Shrines, Crosses, Medals, Shells, and Waxen Lambs: 141:04,128[B ]| Of wondrous virtue all (you must believe) 141:04,129[B ]| And from all sorts of Ill preservative; 141:04,130[B ]| From Plague, Infection, Thunder, Storm, and Hail, 141:04,131[B ]| Love, Grief, Want, Debt, Sin, and the Devil and all. 141:04,132[B ]| Here Beads are blest, and Pater*nosters framed, 141:04,133[B ]| (By$4$ some the Tallies of Devotion named) 141:04,134[B ]| Which$6#1$ of their Prayers and Orisons keep tale, 141:04,135[B ]| Lest they and Heaven should in$4$ the reckoning fail. 141:04,136[B ]| Here Sacred Lights, the Altar's graceful Pride, 141:04,137[B ]| Are by$4$ Priests' breath perfumed and sanctified; 141:04,138[B ]| Made some of Wax, of Heretics' Tallow some, 141:04,139[B ]| A gift which$6#1$ Irish Emma sent to$4$ Rome: 141:04,140[B ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ great Merit worthily (we are told) 141:04,141[B ]| She is now amongst her Country Saints enrolled. 141:04,142[B ]| Here holy Banners are reserved in$4$ store, 141:04,143[B ]| And Flags, such as the famed Armado bore: 141:04,144[B ]| And hallowed Swords and Daggers kept for$4$ use 141:04,145[B ]| When resty Kings the Papal Yoke refuse: 141:04,146[B ]| And consecrated Ratsbane, to$9$ be laid 141:04,147[B ]| For$4$ Heretic Vermin which$6#1$ the Church invade. 141:04,148[B ]| But that$6#2$ which$6#1$ brings in$5$ most of Wealth and Gain, 141:04,149[B ]| Does best the Priests' swollen Tripes and Purses strain; 141:04,150[B ]| Here they each week their constant Auctions hold 141:04,151[B ]| Of Relics, which$6#1$ by$4$ Candle's Inch are sold: 141:04,152[B ]| Saints by$4$ the dozen here are set to$4$ sale, 141:04,153[B ]| Like$4$ Mortals wrought in$4$ Gingerbread on$4$ Stall. 141:04,154[B ]| Hither are loads from emptied Charnels brought, 141:04,155[B ]| And Voiders of the Worms from Sextons bought, 141:04,156[B ]| Which$6#1$ serve for$4$ Retail through the World to$9$ vent, 141:04,157[B ]| Such as of late were to$4$ the Savoy sent: 141:04,158[B ]| Hair from the Skulls of dying Strumpets shorn, 141:04,159[B ]| And Felons' Bones from rifled Gibbets torn; 141:04,160[B ]| Like$4$ those which$6#1$ some old Hag at midnight steals, 141:04,161[B ]| For$4$ Witchcrafts, Amulets, and Charms, and Spells, 141:04,162[B ]| Are passed for$4$ sacred to$4$ the cheapening Rout; 141:04,163[B ]| And worn on$4$ fingers, Breasts, and Ears about. 141:04,164[B ]| This boasts a Scrap of me, and that$6#2$ a Bit 141:04,165[B ]| Of good S%*George, S%*Patrick, or S%*Kit. 141:04,166[B ]| These Locks S%*Bridget's were, and those S%*Clare's; 141:04,167[B ]| Some for$4$ S%*Catherine's go, and some for$4$ hers 141:04,168[B ]| That$6#1$ wiped her Saviour's feet, washed with her tears. 141:04,169[B ]| Here you may see my wounded Leg, and here 141:04,170[B ]| Those which$6#1$ to$4$ China bore the great Xavier. 141:04,171[B ]| Here may you the grand Traitor's Halter see, 141:04,172[B ]| Some call it the Arms of the Society: 141:04,173[B ]| Here is his Lanthorn too, but Faux his not, 141:04,174[B ]| That$6#2$ was embezzled by$4$ the Huguenot. 141:04,175[B ]| Here Garnet's Straws, and Becket's Bones and Hair, 141:04,176[B ]| For$4$ murdering whom some Tails are said to$9$ wear, 141:04,177[B ]| As learned Capgrave does record their fate, 141:04,178[B ]| And faithful British Histories relate. 141:04,179[B ]| These are S%*Laurence Coals exposed to$4$ view, 141:04,180[B ]| Strangely preserved and kept alive till now. 141:04,181[B ]| That$6#2$ is the famed Wildefortis' wondrous Beard, 141:04,182[B ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ her Maidenhead the Tyrant spared. 141:04,183[B ]| Yon is the Baptist's Coat, and one of his Heads, 141:04,184[B ]| The rest are shown in$4$ many a place besides; 141:04,185[B ]| And of his Teeth as many Sets there are, 141:04,186[B ]| As on$4$ their Belts six Operators wear. 141:04,187[B ]| Here blessed Marie's Milk, not yet turned sour, 141:04,188[B ]| Renowned (like$4$ Ass's) for$4$ its healing power, 141:04,189[B ]| Ten Holland Kine scarce in$4$ a Year give more. 141:04,190[B ]| Here is her Manteau, and a Smock of hers, 141:04,191[B ]| Fellow to$4$ that$6#2$ which$6#1$ once relieved Poictiers; 141:04,192[B ]| Besides her Husband's Utensils of Trade, 141:04,193[B ]| Wherewith some prove that$3$ Images were made. 141:04,194[B ]| Here is the Soldier's Spear, and Passion Nails, 141:04,195[B ]| Whose quantity would serve for$4$ building Pauls: 141:04,196[B ]| Chips some from Holy Cross, from Tyburn some, 141:04,197[B ]| Honoured by$4$ many a Jesuit's Martyrdom: 141:04,198[B ]| All held of special and miraculous Power, 141:04,199[B ]| Not Tabor more approved for$4$ Ague's cure: 141:04,200[B ]| Here Shoes, which$6#1$ once perhaps at Newgate hung, 141:04,201[B ]| Angled their Charity that$6#1$ passed along, 141:04,202[B ]| Now for$4$ S%*Peter's go, and the Office bear 141:04,203[B ]| For$4$ Priests, they did for$4$ lesser Villains there. 141:04,204[B ]| These are the Fathers' Implements and Tools, 141:04,205[B ]| Their gawdy Trangums for$4$ inveigling Fools: 141:04,206[B ]| These serve for$4$ Baits the simple to$9$ ensnare, 141:04,207[B ]| Like$4$ Children spirited with Toys at Fair. 141:04,208[B ]| Nor are they half the Artifices yet, 141:04,209[B ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ the Vulgar they delude and cheat: 141:04,210[B ]| Which$6#1$ should I undertake, much easier I 141:04,211[B ]| Much sooner might compute what Sins there be 141:04,212[B ]| Wiped off and pardoned at a Jubilee: 141:04,213[B ]| What Bribes enrich the Datary each year, 141:04,214[B ]| Or Vices treated on$5$ by$4$ Escobar: 141:04,215[B ]| How many Whores in$4$ Rome profess the Trade, 141:04,216[B ]| Or greater numbers by$4$ Confession made. 141:04,217[B ]| One undertakes by$4$ Scale of Miles to$9$ tell 141:04,218[B ]| The Bounds, Dimensions, and Extent of Hell; 141:04,219[B ]| How far and wide the Infernal Monarch reigns, 141:04,220[B ]| How many German Leagues his Realm contains: 141:04,221[B ]| Who$6#1$ are his Ministers, pretends to$9$ know, 141:04,222[B ]| And all their several Offices below: 141:04,223[B ]| How many Chaudrons he each year expends 141:04,224[B ]| In$4$ Coals for$4$ roasting Huguenots and Fiends: 141:04,225[B ]| And with as much exactness states the case, 141:04,226[B ]| As if he had been Surveyor of the place. 141:04,227[B ]| Another frights the Rout with rueful Stories, 141:04,228[B ]| Of wild Chimaeras, Limbos, Purgatories, 141:04,229[B ]| And bloated Souls in$4$ smoky durance hung, 141:04,230[B ]| Like$4$ a Westphalia Gammon or Neat's Tongue, 141:04,231[B ]| To$9$ be redeemed with Masses and a Song. 141:04,232[B ]| A good round Sum must the Deliverance buy, 141:04,233[B ]| For$3$ none may there swear out on$4$ poverty. 141:04,234[B ]| Your rich and bounteous Shades are only eased, 141:04,235[B ]| No$2$ Fleet or King's Bench Ghosts are thence released. 141:04,236[B ]| A third the wicked and debauched to$9$ please, 141:04,237[B ]| Cries up$5$ the virtue of Indulgences, 141:04,238[B ]| And all the rates of Vices does assess; 141:04,239[B ]| What price they in$4$ the holy Chamber bear, 141:04,240[B ]| And Customs for$4$ each Sin imported there: 141:04,241[B ]| How you at best advantages may buy 141:04,242[B ]| Patents for$4$ Sacrilege and Simony. 141:04,243[B ]| What Tax is in$4$ the Lechery-Office laid 141:04,244[B ]| On$4$ Panders, Bawds, and Whores, that$6#1$ ply the Trade: 141:04,245[B ]| What costs a Rape, or Incest, and how cheap 141:04,246[B ]| You may an Harlot or an Ingle keep; 141:04,247[B ]| How easy Murder may afforded be 141:04,248[B ]| For$4$ one, two, three, or a whole Family; 141:04,249[B ]| But not one of Heretics, there no$2$ Pardon lacks, 141:04,250[B ]| It is one of the Church's meritorious Acts. 141:04,251[B ]| For$4$ venial Trifles less and slighter Faults, 141:04,252[B ]| They never deserve the trouble of your thoughts. 141:04,253[B ]| Ten Ave*Maries mumbled to$4$ the Cross 141:04,254[B ]| Clear scores of twice ten thousand such as those: 141:04,255[B ]| Some are at sound of christened Bell forgiven, 141:04,256[B ]| And some by$4$ squirt of Holy Water driven: 141:04,257[B ]| Others by$4$ Anthems played are charmed away, 141:04,258[B ]| As men cure Bites of the Tarantula. 141:04,259[B ]| But nothing with the Crowd does more enhance 141:04,260[B ]| The value of these holy Charlatans, 141:04,261[B ]| Than when the Wonders of the Mass they view, 141:04,262[B ]| Where spiritual Jugglers their chief Mastery shew: 141:04,263@w | Hey Jingo, Sirs! What is this? it is Bread you see; 141:04,264@w | Presto be gone! it is now a Deity. 141:04,265[B ]| Two grains of Dough, with Cross and Stamp of Priest, 141:04,266[B ]| And five small words pronounced, make up$5$ their Christ. 141:04,267[B ]| To$4$ this they all fall down, this all adore, 141:04,268[B ]| And strait devour what they adored before; 141:04,269[B ]| Down goes the tiny Saviour at a bit, 141:04,270[B ]| To$9$ be digested, and at length beshit: 141:04,271[B ]| From Altar to$4$ Close Stool or Jakes preferred, 141:04,272[B ]| First Wafer, next a God, and then a **** 141:04,273[B ]| It is this that$6#1$ does the astonished Rout amuse, 141:04,274[B ]| And Reverence to$4$ shaven Crown infuse: 141:04,275[B ]| To$9$ see a silly, sinful, mortal Wight 141:04,276[B ]| His Maker make, create the Infinite. 141:04,277[B ]| None boggles at the impossibility; 141:04,278[B ]| Alas, it is wondrous heavenly Mystery! 141:04,279[B ]| None dares the mighty God-maker blaspheme, 141:04,280[B ]| Nor his most open Crimes and Vices blame: 141:04,281[B ]| Saw he those hands that$6#1$ held his god before, 141:04,282[B ]| Strait grope himself, and by*and*by a Whore; 141:04,283[B ]| Should they his aged Father kill or worse, 141:04,284[B ]| His Sisters, Daughters, Wife, himself too force. 141:04,285[B ]| And here I might (if I but durst) reveal 141:04,286[B ]| What pranks are played in$4$ the Confessional: 141:04,287[B ]| How haunted Virgins have been dispossessed, 141:04,288[B ]| And Devils were cast out to$9$ let in$5$ Priest: 141:04,289[B ]| What Fathers act with Novices alone, 141:04,290[B ]| And what to$4$ Punks in$4$ shriving Seats is done; 141:04,291[B ]| Who$6#1$ thither flock to$4$ Ghostly Confessor, 141:04,292[B ]| To$9$ clear old debts, and tick with Heaven for$4$ more. 141:04,293[B ]| Oft have I seen these hallowed Altars stained 141:04,294[B ]| With Rapes, these Pews with Buggeries profaned: 141:04,295[B ]| Not great Cellier, nor any greater Bawd, 141:04,296[B ]| Of Note and long experience in$4$ the Trade, 141:04,297[B ]| Has more and fouler Scenes of Lust surveyed. 141:04,298[B ]| But I these dangerous Truths forbear to$9$ tell, 141:04,299[B ]| For$4$ fear I should the Inquisition feel. 141:04,300[B ]| Should I tell all their countless Knaveries, 141:04,301[B ]| Their Cheats, and Shams, and Forgeries, and Lies, 141:04,302[B ]| Their Cringings, Crossings, Censings, Sprinklings, Chrisms, 141:04,303[B ]| Their Conjurings, and Spells, and Exorcisms; 141:04,304[B ]| Their motley Habits, Maniples, and Stoles, 141:04,305[B ]| Albs, Ammits, Rochets, Chimers, Hoods, and Cowls. 141:04,306[B ]| Should I tell all their several Services, 141:04,307[B ]| Their Trentals, Masses, Dirges, Rosaries: 141:04,308[B ]| Their solemn Pomps, their Pageants, and Parades, 141:04,309[B ]| Their holy Masques, and spiritual Cavalcades, 141:04,310[B ]| With thousand Antic Tricks and Gambols more; 141:04,311[B ]| It would swell the sum to$4$ such a mighty score, 141:04,312[B ]| That$3$ I at length should more voluminous grow, 141:04,313[B ]| Than Crabb, or Surius, lying Fox, or Stow. 141:04,314[B ]| Believe whatever I have related here, 141:04,315[B ]| As true as if it were spoke from Porphyry Chair. 141:04,316[B ]| If I have feigned in$4$ ought or broached a Lie, 141:04,317[B ]| Let worst of Fates attend me, let me be 141:04,318[B ]| Pissed on$5$ by$4$ Porter, Groom, and Oyster-whore, 141:04,319[B ]| Or find my Grave in$4$ Jakes and Common-shore: 141:04,320[B ]| Or make next Bonfire for$4$ the Powder-plot, 141:04,321[B ]| The sport of every sneering Huguenot. 141:04,322[B ]| There like$4$ a Martyred Pope in$4$ Flames expire, 141:04,323[B ]| And no$2$ kind Catholic dare quench the Fire. 141:08,000@@@@@| 141:08,000[' ]| 141:08,001[A ]| No$7$, she shall never escape, if Gods there be, 141:08,002[A ]| Unless they perjured grow and false as she; 141:08,003[A ]| Though no$2$ strange Judgement yet the Murderess seize, 141:08,004[A ]| To$9$ punish her and quit the partial Skies: 141:08,005[A ]| Though no$2$ revenging Lightning yet has flashed 141:08,006[A ]| From thence, that$6#1$ might her criminal Beauties blast: 141:08,007[A ]| Though they in$4$ their old Lustre still prevail, 141:08,008[A ]| By$4$ no$2$ Disease, nor Guilt itself made pale, 141:08,009[A ]| Guilt, which$6#1$ should blackest Moors themselves but own, 141:08,010[A ]| Would make through all their Night new Blushes dawn: 141:08,011[A ]| Though that$6#2$ kind Soul, who$6#1$ now augments the Blest, 141:08,012[A ]| Thither too soon by$4$ her unkindness chased 141:08,013[A ]| (Where, may it be her smallest and lightest Doom 141:08,014[A ]| ~~ For$3$ that$6#2$ is not half my Curse ~~ never to$9$ come) 141:08,015[A ]| Though he when prompted by$4$ the highest Despair 141:08,016[A ]| Never mentioned her without an Hymn, or Prayer, 141:08,017[A ]| And could by$4$ all her scorn be forced no$2$ more 141:08,018[A ]| Than Martyrs to$9$ revile what they adore; 141:08,019[A ]| Who$6#1$, had he cursed her with his dying Breath, 141:08,020[A ]| Had done but just, and Heaven had forgave: 141:08,021[A ]| Though ill-made Law no$2$ Sentence has ordained 141:08,022[A ]| For$4$ her, no$2$ Statute has her Guilt arraigned 141:08,023[A ]| (For$3$ Hangmen, Women's Scorn, and Doctor's Skill 141:08,024[A ]| All by$4$ a licensed way of Murder kill) 141:08,025[A ]| Though she from Justice of all these go free, 141:08,026[A ]| And boast perhaps in$4$ her Success, and cry, 141:08,027[A ]| It was but a little harmless perjury; 141:08,028[A ]| Yet think she not she still secure shall prove, 141:08,029[A ]| Or that$3$ none dare avenge an injured Love: 141:08,030[A ]| I rise in$4$ Judgement, am to$9$ be to$4$ her 141:08,031[A ]| Both Witness, Judge, and Executioner: 141:08,032[A ]| Armed with dire Satire, and resentful Spite, 141:08,033[A ]| I come to$9$ haunt her with the Ghosts of Wit: 141:08,034[A ]| My Ink unbid starts out and flies on$4$ her, 141:08,035[A ]| Like$4$ Blood upon$4$ some touching Murderer: 141:08,036[A ]| And should that$6#2$ fail, rather than want I would 141:08,037[A ]| (Like$4$ Hags) to$9$ curse her write in$4$ my own Blood: 141:08,038[A ]| Ye spiteful Powers (if any there can be 141:08,039[A ]| That$6#1$ boast a worse and keener Spite than I) 141:08,040[A ]| Assist with Malice and your mighty Aid 141:08,041[A ]| My sworn Revenge, and help me rhyme her dead: 141:08,042[A ]| Grant I may fix such brands of Infamy, 141:08,043[A ]| So$5#1$ plain, so$5#1$ deeply graved on$4$ her, that$3$ she, 141:08,044[A ]| Her skill, Patches, nor Paint all joined can hide, 141:08,045[A ]| And which$6#1$ shall lasting as her Soul abide: 141:08,046[A ]| Grant my rank Hate may such strong Poison cast, 141:08,047[A ]| That$3$ every Breath may taint and rot and blast, 141:08,048[A ]| Till one large Gangrene quite overspread her Fame, 141:08,049[A ]| With foul Contagion, till her odious Name, 141:08,050[A ]| Spit at and cursed by$4$ every Mouth like$4$ mine, 141:08,051[A ]| Be Terror to$4$ herself and all her Line: 141:08,052[A ]| Vilest of that$6#2$ viler Sex, who$6#1$ damned us all, 141:08,053[A ]| Ordained to$9$ cause and plague us for$4$ our Fall! 141:08,054[A ]| Woman! nay worse! for$3$ she can nought be said 141:08,055[A ]| But Mummy by$4$ some Devil inhabited! 141:08,056[A ]| Not made in$4$ Heaven's Mint, but basely coined, 141:08,057[A ]| She wears an human Image stamped on$4$ Fiend; 141:08,058[A ]| And whoso Marriage would with her contract, 141:08,059[A ]| Is Witch by$4$ Law, and that$6#2$ a mere Compact: 141:08,060[A ]| Her Soul (if any Soul in$4$ her there be) 141:08,061[A ]| By$4$ Hell was breathed into her in$4$ a Lie, 141:08,062[A ]| And its whole Stock of Falsehood there was lent, 141:08,063[A ]| As if hereafter to$9$ be true it meant: 141:08,064[A ]| Bawd Nature taught her Jilting, when she made 141:08,065[A ]| And by$4$ her Make designed her for$4$ the Trade; 141:08,066[A ]| Hence it was she daubed her with a painted Face, 141:08,067[A ]| That$3$ she at once might better cheat and please; 141:08,068[A ]| All those gay charming Looks, that$6#1$ court the Eye, 141:08,069[A ]| Are but an Ambush to$9$ hid Treachery, 141:08,070[A ]| Mischief adorned with Pomp and smooth Disguise, 141:08,071[A ]| A Painted Skin stuffed full of Guile and Lies, 141:08,072[A ]| Within a gaudy Case a nasty Soul, 141:08,073[A ]| Like$4$ T*** of Quality in$4$ a gilt Closestool: 141:08,074[A ]| Such on$4$ a Cloud those flattering Colours are, 141:08,075[A ]| Which$6#1$ only serve to$9$ dress a Tempest fair, 141:08,076[A ]| So$5#2$ Men upon$4$ this Earth's fair surface dwell, 141:08,077[A ]| Within are Fiends and at the Centre Hell. 141:08,078[A ]| Court-Promises, the Leagues, which$6#1$ Statesmen make 141:08,079[A ]| With more Convenience and more ease to$9$ break, 141:08,080[A ]| The Faith a Jesuit in$4$ Allegiance swears, 141:08,081[A ]| Or a Town-Jilt to$4$ keeping Coxcombs bears, 141:08,082[A ]| Are firm and certain all compared with hers: 141:08,083[A ]| Early in$4$ Falsehood, at her Font she lied, 141:08,084[A ]| And should even then for$4$ Perjury been tried: 141:08,085[A ]| Her Conscience stretched, and open as the Stews, 141:08,086[A ]| But laughs at Oaths and plays with solemn Vows, 141:08,087[A ]| And at her Mouth swallows down perjured Breath 141:08,088[A ]| More glib than Bits of Lechery beneath: 141:08,089[A ]| Less serious known, when she does most protest, 141:08,090[A ]| Than thoughts of arrantest Buffoons in$4$ jest: 141:08,091[A ]| More cheap than the vile mercenariest Squire, 141:08,092[A ]| Who$6#1$ plies for$4$ half-crown Fees at Westminster, 141:08,093[A ]| And trades in$4$ Staple Oaths and swears to$9$ hire: 141:08,094[A ]| Less Guilt than hers, less Breach of Oath and Word, 141:08,095[A ]| Has stood aloft and looked through Penance-board: 141:08,096[A ]| And he, that$6#1$ trusts her in$4$ a Death-bed Prayer, 141:08,097[A ]| Has Faith to$9$ merit, and save anything but her. 141:08,098[A ]| But since her Guilt description does outgo, 141:08,099[A ]| I will$1$ try if it outstrip my Curses too, 141:08,100[A ]| Curses, which$6#1$ may they equal my just Hate, 141:08,101[A ]| My Wish, and her Desert; be each so$5#1$ great, 141:08,102[A ]| Each heard like$4$ Prayers, and Heaven make them Fate. 141:08,103[A ]| First for$4$ her Beauties which$6#1$ the Mischief brought, 141:08,104[A ]| May she affected, they be borrowed thought, 141:08,105[A ]| By$4$ her own Hand, not that$6#2$ of Nature wrought: 141:08,106[A ]| Her Credit, Honour, Portion, Health, and those 141:08,107[A ]| Prove light and frail as her broke Faith and Vows: 141:08,108[A ]| Some base unnamed Disease her Carcase foul, 141:08,109[A ]| And make her Body ugly as her Soul: 141:08,110[A ]| Cankers and Ulcers eat her, till she be 141:08,111[A ]| Shunned like$4$ Infection, loathed like$4$ Infamy: 141:08,112[A ]| Strength quite expired may she alone retain 141:08,113[A ]| The Snuff of Life, may that$6#2$ unquenched remain, 141:08,114[A ]| As in$4$ the Damned, to$9$ keep her fresh for$4$ Pain: 141:08,115[A ]| Hot Lust light on$4$ her, and the Plague of Pride 141:08,116[A ]| On$4$ that$6#2$, this ever scorned as that$6#2$ denied: 141:08,117[A ]| Ache, Anguish, Horror, Grief, Dishonour, Shame, 141:08,118[A ]| Pursue at once her Body, Soul, and Fame: 141:08,119[A ]| If ever the Devil Love must enter her 141:08,120[A ]| (For$3$ nothing sure but Fiends can enter there) 141:08,121[A ]| May she a just and true Tormentor find, 141:08,122[A ]| And that$6#2$ like$4$ an ill Conscience wreck her Mind: 141:08,123[A ]| Be some diseased and ugly Wretch her Fate, 141:08,124[A ]| She doomed to$4$ Love of one, whom all else hate, 141:08,125[A ]| May he hate her, and may her Destiny 141:08,126[A ]| Be to$9$ despair, and yet love on$5$, and die: 141:08,127[A ]| Or to$9$ invent some wittier Punishment, 141:08,128[A ]| May he to$9$ plague her out of Spite consent: 141:08,129[A ]| May the old Fumbler, though disabled quite, 141:08,130[A ]| Have strength to$9$ give her Claps, but no$2$ Delight: 141:08,131[A ]| May he of her unjustly jealous be, 141:08,132[A ]| For$4$ one that$6#1$ is worse and uglier far than he: 141:08,133[A ]| May his Impotence balk and torment her Lust, 141:08,134[A ]| Yet scarcely her to$4$ Dreams or Wishes trust: 141:08,135[A ]| Forced to$9$ be chaste, may she suspected be, 141:08,136[A ]| Share none of the Pleasure, all the Infamy. 141:08,137[A ]| In$4$ fine, that$3$ I all Curses may complete, 141:08,138[A ]| (For$3$ I have but cursed in$4$ jest and rallied yet) 141:08,139[A ]| Whatever the Sex deserves, or feels, or fears, 141:08,140[A ]| May all those Plagues be hers and only hers: 141:08,141[A ]| Whatever great Favourites, turned out of doors, 141:08,142[A ]| Shamed Cullies, bilked and disappointed Whores, 141:08,143[A ]| Or losing Gamesters vent, what Curses ever 141:08,144[A ]| Are spoke by$4$ Sinners raving in$4$ Despair, 141:08,145[A ]| All those fall on$4$ her, as they are all her due, 141:08,146[A ]| Till Spite can not think, nor Heaven inflict anew: 141:08,147[A ]| May then (for$4$ once I will$1$ be kind and pray) 141:08,148[A ]| No$2$ Madness take her use of Sense away, 141:08,149[A ]| But may she in$4$ full Strength of Reason be, 141:08,150[A ]| To$9$ feel and understand her Misery: 141:08,151[A ]| Plagued so$5#2$, till she think Damning a Release 141:08,152[A ]| And humbly pray to$9$ go to$4$ Hell for$4$ Ease: 141:08,153[A ]| Yet may not all these Sufferings here atone 141:08,154[A ]| Her Sin, and may she still go Sinning on$5$, 141:08,155[A ]| Tick up$5$ in$4$ Perjury and run of the Score 141:08,156[A ]| Till on$4$ her Soul she can get Trust no$2$ more: 141:08,157[A ]| Then may she stupid and repentless die, 141:08,158[A ]| And Heaven itself forgive no$2$ more than I, 141:08,159[A ]| But so$3$ be damned of mere Necessity. 141:10,000@@@@@| 141:10,000[' ]| 141:10,000[' ]| 141:10,000[' ]| 141:10,000[' ]| 141:10,000[' ]| 141:10,001[A ]| As I was walking in$4$ the Mall of late, 141:10,002[A ]| Alone, and musing on$4$ I know not what; 141:10,003[A ]| Comes a familiar Fop, whom hardly I 141:10,004[A ]| Knew by$4$ his name, and rudely seizes me: 141:10,005@b | Dear Sir, I am mighty glad to$9$ meet with you: 141:10,006@b | And pray, how have you done this Age, or two? 141:10,007@a | "Well I thank God 141:10,007[A ]| (said I) 141:10,007@a | as times are now: 141:10,008@a | "I wish the same to$4$ you. 141:10,008[A ]| And so$5#2$ passed on$5$, 141:10,009[A ]| Hoping with this the Coxcomb would be gone. 141:10,010[A ]| But when I saw I could not thus get free; 141:10,011[A ]| I asked, what business else he had with me? 141:10,012@b | Sir 141:10,012[A ]| answered he) 141:10,012@b | if Learning, Parts, or Sense 141:10,013@b | Merit your friendship; I have just pretence. 141:10,014@a | "I honour you 141:10,014[A ]| (said I) 141:10,014@a | upon$4$ that$6#2$ score, 141:10,015@a | "And shall be glad to$9$ serve you to$4$ my power. 141:10,016[A ]| Meantime, wild to$9$ get loose, I try all ways 141:10,017[A ]| To$9$ shake him off: Sometimes I walk apace, 141:10,018[A ]| Sometimes stand still: I frown, I chafe, I fret, 141:10,019[A ]| Shrug, turn my back, as in$4$ the Bagnio, sweat: 141:10,020[A ]| And shew all kind of signs to$9$ make him guess 141:10,021[A ]| At my impatience and uneasiness. 141:10,022@a | "Happy the folk in$4$ Newgate! 141:10,022[A ]| (whispered I) 141:10,023@a | "Who$6#1$, though in$4$ Chains are from this torment free: 141:10,024@a | "Would I were like$4$ rough Manly in$4$ the Play, 141:10,025@a | "To$9$ send Impertinents with kicks away! 141:10,026[A ]| He all the while baits me with tedious chat, 141:10,027[A ]| Speaks much about the drought, and how the rate 141:10,028[A ]| Of Hay is raised, and what it now goes at: 141:10,029[A ]| Tells me of a new Comet at the Hague, 141:10,030[A ]| Portending God knows what, a Dearth, or Plague: 141:10,031[A ]| Names every Wench, that$6#1$ passes through the Park, 141:10,032[A ]| How much she is allowed, and who$6#1$ the Spark 141:10,033[A ]| That$6#1$ keeps her: points, who$6#1$ lately got a Clap, 141:10,034[A ]| And who$6#1$ at the Groom-Porters had ill hap 141:10,035[A ]| Three nights ago in$4$ play with such a Lord: 141:10,036[A ]| When he observed, I minded not a word, 141:10,037[A ]| And did no$2$ answer to$4$ his trash afford; 141:10,038@b | Sir, I perceive you stand on$4$ Thorns 141:10,038[A ]| (said he) 141:10,039@b | And fain would part: but, faith, it must not be: 141:10,040@b | Come, let us take a Bottle. 141:10,040[A ]| (I cried) 141:10,040@a | "No$7$; 141:10,041@a | "Sir, I am in$4$ a Course, and dare not now. 141:10,042@b | Then tell me whither you design to$9$ go: 141:10,043@b | I will$1$ wait upon$4$ you. 141:10,043@a | "Oh! Sir, it is too far: 141:10,044@a | "I visit cross the Water: therefore spare 141:10,045@a | "Your needless trouble. 141:10,045@b | Trouble! Sir, it is none: 141:10,046@b | It is more by$4$ half to$9$ leave you here alone. 141:10,047@b | I have no$2$ present business to$9$ attend, 141:10,048@b | At least which$6#1$ I will$1$ not quit for$4$ such a Friend: 141:10,049@b | Tell me not of the distance: for$3$ I vow, 141:10,050@b | I will$1$ cut the Line, double the Cape for$4$ you, 141:10,051@b | Good faith, I will$1$ not leave you: make no$2$ words: 141:10,052@b | Go you to$4$ Lambeth? Is it to$4$ my Lord's? 141:10,053@b | His Steward I most intimately know, 141:10,054@b | Have often drunk with his Comptroller too. 141:10,055[A ]| By$4$ this I found my wheedle would not pass, 141:10,056[A ]| But rather served my sufferings to$9$ increase: 141:10,057[A ]| And seeing it was in$4$ vain to$9$ vex, or fret, 141:10,058[A ]| I patiently submitted to$4$ my fate. 141:10,059[A ]| Strait he begins again: 141:10,059@b | Sir, if you knew 141:10,060@b | My worth but half so$5#1$ thoroughly as I do; 141:10,061@b | I am sure you would not value any Friend, 141:10,062@b | You have, like$4$ me: but that$3$ I will$1$ not commend 141:10,063@b | Myself, and my own Talents; I might tell 141:10,064@b | How many ways to$9$ wonder I excel. 141:10,065@b | None has a greater gift in$4$ Poetry, 141:10,066@b | Or writes more Verses with more ease than I: 141:10,067@b | I am grown the envy of the men of Wit, 141:10,068@b | I killed even Rochester with grief and spite: 141:10,069@b | Next for$4$ the Dancing part I all surpass, 141:10,070@b | St%*Andre= never moved with such a grace: 141:10,071@b | And it is well known, whenever I sing, or set, 141:10,072@b | Humphreys, nor Blow could ever match me yet. 141:10,073[A ]| Here I got room to$9$ interrupt: 141:10,073@a | "Have you 141:10,074@a | "A Mother, Sir, or Kindred living now? 141:10,075@b | Not one: they are all dead. 141:10,075@a | "Troth, so$5#2$ I guessed: 141:10,076@a | "The happier they 141:10,076[A ]| (said I) 141:10,076@a | who$6#1$ are at rest. 141:10,077@a | "Poor I am only left unmurdered yet: 141:10,078@a | "Haste, I beseech you, and dispatch me quite: 141:10,079@a | "For$3$ I am well convinced, my time is come: 141:10,080@a | "When I was young, a Gypsy told my doom: 141:10,081@a | This Lad (said she, and looked upon$4$ my hand) 141:10,082@a | Shall not by$4$ Sword, or Poison come to$4$ his end, 141:10,083@a | Nor by$4$ the Fever, Dropsy, Gout, or Stone, 141:10,084@a | But he shall die by$4$ an eternal Tongue: 141:10,085@a | Therefore, when he is grown up$5$, if he be wise, 141:10,086@a | Let him avoid great Talkers, I advise. 141:10,087[A ]| By$4$ this time we were got to$4$ Westminster, 141:10,088[A ]| Where he by$4$ chance a Trial had to$9$ hear, 141:10,089[A ]| And, if he were not there, his Cause must fall: 141:10,090@b | Sir, if you love me, step into the Hall 141:10,091@b | For$4$ one half hour. 141:10,091@a | "The Devil take me now, 141:10,092[A ]| (Said I) 141:10,092@a | if I know anything of Law: 141:10,093@a | "Besides, I told you whither I am to$9$ go. 141:10,094[A ]| Hereat he made a stand, pulled down his Hat 141:10,095[A ]| Over his eyes, and mused in$4$ deep debate: 141:10,096@b | I am in$4$ a straight 141:10,096[A ]| (said he) 141:10,096@b | what I shall do: 141:10,097@b | Whether forsake my business, Sir, or you. 141:10,098@a | "Me by$4$ all means 141:10,098[A ]| (say I). 141:10,098@b | No$7$ 141:10,098[A ]| (says my Sot) 141:10,099@b | I fear you will$1$ take it ill, if I should do it: 141:10,100@b | I am sure you will$1$. 141:10,100@a | "Not I, by$4$ all that$6#1$ is good. 141:10,101@b | But I have more breeding than to$9$ be so$5#1$ rude. 141:10,102@a | "Pray, do not neglect your own concerns for$4$ me: 141:10,103@b | "Your Cause, good Sir! My Cause be damned 141:10,103[A ]| (says he) 141:10,104@b | I value it less than your dear Company. 141:10,105[A ]| With this he came up$5$ to$4$ me, and would lead 141:10,106[A ]| The way; I sneaking after hung my head. 141:10,107[A ]| Next he begins to$9$ plague me with the Plot, 141:10,108[A ]| Asks, whether I were known to$4$ Oats or not? 141:10,109@a | "Not I, thank Heaven! I no$2$ Priest have been: 141:10,110@a | "Have never Doway nor St%*Omers seen. 141:10,111@b | What think you, Sir? will$1$ they Fitz-Harris try? 141:10,112@b | Will$1$ he die, think you? 141:10,112@a | "Yes, most certainly. 141:10,113@b | I mean, be hanged. 141:10,113@a | "Would thou were so$5#2$ 141:10,113[A ]| (wished I). 141:10,114[A ]| Religion came in$5$ next; though he had no$2$ more 141:10,115[A ]| Than the French King, his Punk, or Confessor. 141:10,116[A ]| Oh! the sad times, if once the King should die! 141:10,117@b | Sir, are you not afraid of Popery? 141:10,118@a | "No$2$ more than my Superiors: why should I? 141:10,119@a | "I have no$2$ Estate in$4$ Abbey-Lands to$9$ lose. 141:10,120@b | But Fire and Faggot, Sir, how like$1$ you those? 141:10,121@a | "Come Inquisition, anything 141:10,121[A ]| (thought I) 141:10,122@a | "So$3$ Heaven would bless me to$9$ be rid of thee: 141:10,123@a | "But it is some comfort that$3$ my Hell is here: 141:10,124@a | "I need no$2$ punishment hereafter fear. 141:10,125[A ]| Scarce had I thought, but he falls on$5$ anew 141:10,126@b | How stands it, Sir, betwixt his Grace, and you? 141:10,127@a | "Sir, he is a man of sense above the Crowd, 141:10,128@a | "And shuns the Converse of a Multitude. 141:10,129@b | Ay, Sir, 141:10,129[A ]| (says he) 141:10,129@b | you are happy, who$6#1$ are near 141:10,130@b | His Grace, and have the favor of his ear: 141:10,131@b | But let me tell you, if you will$1$ recommend 141:10,132@b | This person here, your point will$1$ soon be gained. 141:10,133@b | Gad, Sir, I will$1$ die, if my own single Wit 141:10,134@b | Do not fob his Minions, and displace them quite, 141:10,135@b | And make yourself his only Favourite. 141:10,136@a | "No$7$, you are out abundantly 141:10,136[A ]| (said I) 141:10,137@a | "We live not, as you think: no$2$ Family 141:10,138@a | "Throughout the whole three Kingdoms is more free 141:10,139@a | "From those ill Customs, which$6#1$ are used to$9$ swarm 141:10,140@a | "In$4$ great men's houses; none ever does me harm, 141:10,141@a | "Because more Learned, or more rich, than I: 141:10,142@a | "But each man keeps his Place, and his Degree. 141:10,143@b | It is mighty strange 141:10,143[A ]| (says he) 141:10,143@b | what you relate, 141:10,144@a | "But nothing truer, take my word for$4$ that$6#2$. 141:10,145@b | You make me long to$9$ be admitted too 141:10,146@b | Amongst his Creatures: Sir, I beg, that$3$ you 141:10,147@b | Will$1$ stand my Friend: Your Interest is such, 141:10,148@b | You may prevail, I am sure, you can do much. 141:10,149@b | He is one, that$6#1$ may be won upon$5$, I have heard, 141:10,150@b | Though at the first approach access be hard. 141:10,151@b | I will$1$ spare no$2$ trouble of my own, or Friends, 141:10,152@b | No$2$ cost in$4$ Fees and Bribes to$9$ gain my ends: 141:10,153@b | I will$1$ seek all opportunities to$9$ meet 141:10,154@b | With him, accost him in$4$ the very street: 141:10,155@b | Hang on$4$ his Coach, and wait upon$4$ him home, 141:10,156@b | Fawn, Scrape and Cringe to$4$ him, nay to$4$ his Groom. 141:10,157@b | Faith, Sir, this must be done, if we will$1$ be great: 141:10,158@b | Preferment comes not at a cheaper rate. 141:10,159[A ]| While at this Savage rate he worried me; 141:10,160[A ]| By$4$ chance a Doctor, my dear Friend came by$5$, 141:10,161[A ]| That$6#1$ knew the Fellow's humour passing well: 141:10,162[A ]| Glad of the sight, I join him; we stand still: 141:10,163@a | Whence came you, Sir? and whither go you now? 141:10,164[A ]| And such like$2$ questions past betwixt us two: 141:10,165[A ]| Strait I begin to$9$ pull him by$4$ the sleeve, 141:10,166[A ]| Nod, wink upon$4$ him, touch my nose, and give 141:10,167[A ]| A thousand hints, to$9$ let him know, that$3$ I 141:10,168[A ]| Needed his help for$4$ my delivery: 141:10,169[A ]| He, naughty Wag, with an arch fleering smile 141:10,170[A ]| Seems ignorant of what I mean the while: 141:10,171[A ]| I grow stark wild with rage. 141:10,171@a | "Sir, said not you, 141:10,172@a | "You had somewhat to$9$ discourse, not long ago, 141:10,173@c | "With me in$4$ private? I remember it well: 141:10,174@c | Some other time, be sure, I will$1$ not fail: 141:10,175@c | Now I am in$4$ great haste upon$4$ my word: 141:10,176@c | A Messenger came for$4$ me from a Lord, 141:10,177@c | That$6#1$ is in$4$ a bad condition, like$5$ to$9$ die. 141:10,178@a | "Oh! Sir, he can not be in$4$ a worse, than I: 141:10,179@a | "Therefore for$4$ God's sake do not stir from hence. 141:10,180@c | Sweet Sir! your pardon: it is of consequence: 141:10,181@c | I hope you are kinder than to$9$ press my stay, 141:10,182@c | Which$6#1$ may be Heaven knows what out of my way. 141:10,183[A ]| This said, he left me to$4$ my murderer: 141:10,184[A ]| Seeing no$2$ hopes of my relief appear; 141:10,185@a | "Confounded be the Stars 141:10,185[A ]| (said I) 141:10,185@a | that$6#1$ swayed 141:10,186@a | "This fatal day! would I had kept my Bed 141:10,187@a | "With Sickness, rather than been visited 141:10,188@a | "With this worse Plague! what ill have I ever done 141:10,189@a | "To$9$ pull this curse, this heavy Judgment down? 141:10,190[A ]| While I was thus lamenting my ill hap, 141:10,191[A ]| Comes aid at length: a brace of Bailiffs clap 141:10,192[A ]| The Rascal on$4$ the back: 141:10,192@a | "Here take your Fees, 141:10,193@a | "Kind Gentlemen 141:10,193[A ]| (said I) 141:10,193@a | for$4$ my release. 141:10,194[A ]| He would have had me Bail. 141:10,194@a | "Excuse me, Sir, 141:10,195@a | "I have made a Vow never to$9$ be surety more: 141:10,196@a | "My Father was undone by$4$ it heretofore. 141:10,197[A ]| Thus I got off, and blest the Fates that$3$ he 141:10,198[A ]| Was Prisoner made, I set at liberty. 141:12,000@@@@@| 141:12,000[' ]| 141:12,000[' ]| 141:12,000[' ]| 141:12,000[' ]| 141:12,001[A ]| As to$4$ that$6#2$ Poet (if so$5#1$ great a one, as he, 141:12,002[A ]| May suffer in$4$ comparison with me) 141:12,003[A ]| When heretofore in$4$ Scythian exile pent, 141:12,004[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ he by$4$ ungrateful Rome was sent, 141:12,005[A ]| If a kind Paper from his Country came, 141:12,006[A ]| And wore subscribed some known and faithful Name; 141:12,007[A ]| That$6#1$ like$4$ a powerful Cordial, did infuse 141:12,008[A ]| New life into his speechless gasping Muse, 141:12,009[A ]| And strait his Genius, which$6#1$ before did seem 141:12,010[A ]| Bound up$5$ in$4$ Ice, and frozen as the Clime, 141:12,011[A ]| By$4$ its warm force, and friendly influence thawed, 141:12,012[A ]| Dissolved apace, and in$4$ soft numbers flowed: 141:12,013[A ]| Such welcome here, dear Sir, your Letter had 141:12,014[A ]| With me shut up$5$ in$4$ close constraint as bad: 141:12,015[A ]| Not eager Lovers, held in$4$ long suspense, 141:12,016[A ]| With warmer Joy, and a more tender sense 141:12,017[A ]| Meet those kind Lines, which$6#1$ all their wishes bless, 141:12,018[A ]| And sign and Seal delivered Happiness: 141:12,019[A ]| My grateful Thoughts so$5#1$ throng to$9$ get abroad, 141:12,020[A ]| They over-run each other in$4$ the crowd: 141:12,021[A ]| To$4$ you with hasty flight they take their way, 141:12,022[A ]| And hardly for$4$ the dress of words will$1$ stay. 141:12,023[A ]| Yet pardon, if this only fault I find, 141:12,024[A ]| That$3$ while you praise too much, you are less kind: 141:12,025[A ]| Consider, Sir, it is ill and dangerous thus 141:12,026[A ]| To$9$ over-lay a young and tender Muse: 141:12,027[A ]| Praise, the fine Diet, which$6#1$ we are apt to$9$ love, 141:12,028[A ]| If given to$4$ excess, does hurtful prove: 141:12,029[A ]| Where it does weak, distempered Stomachs meet, 141:12,030[A ]| That$6#1$ surfeits, which$6#1$ should nourishment create. 141:12,031[A ]| Your rich Perfumes such fragrancy dispense, 141:12,032[A ]| Their sweetness overcomes and palls my sense: 141:12,033[A ]| On$4$ my weak head you heap so$5#1$ many Bays, 141:12,034[A ]| I sink beneath them, quite oppressed with Praise, 141:12,035[A ]| And a resembling fate with him receive, 141:12,036[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ too kind a triumph found his Grave, 141:12,037[A ]| Smothered with Garlands, which$6#1$ Applauders gave. 141:12,038[A ]| To$4$ you these Praises justlier all belong, 141:12,039[A ]| By$4$ alienating which$6#1$, yourself you wrong: 141:12,040[A ]| Whom better can such commendations fit 141:12,041[A ]| Than you, who$6#1$ so$5#1$ well teach and practise Wit? 141:12,042[A ]| Verse, the great boast of drudging Fools, from some, 141:12,043[A ]| Nay most of Scribblers with much straining come: 141:12,044[A ]| They void them dribbling, and in$4$ pain they write, 141:12,045[A ]| As if they had a Strangury of Wit: 141:12,046[A ]| Your Pen uncalled they readily obey, 141:12,047[A ]| And scorn your Ink should flow so$5#1$ fast as they: 141:12,048[A ]| Each strain of yours so$5#1$ easy does appear, 141:12,049[A ]| Each such a graceful negligence does wear, 141:12,050[A ]| As shews you have none, and yet want no$2$ care. 141:12,051[A ]| None of your serious pains or time they cost, 141:12,052[A ]| But what thrown by$5$, you can afford for$4$ lost: 141:12,053[A ]| If such the fruits of your loose leisure be, 141:12,054[A ]| Your careless minutes yield such Poetry; 141:12,055[A ]| We guess what proofs your Genius would impart, 141:12,056[A ]| Did it employ you, as it does divert: 141:12,057[A ]| But happy you, more prudent and more wise, 141:12,058[A ]| With better aims have fixed your noble choice. 141:12,059[A ]| While silly I all thriving Arts refuse, 141:12,060[A ]| And all my hopes, and all my vigour lose, 141:12,061[A ]| In$4$ service of that$6#2$ worst of Jilts, a Muse, 141:12,062[A ]| For$4$ gainful business court ignoble ease, 141:12,063[A ]| And in$4$ gay Trifles waste my ill-spent days, 141:12,064[A ]| Little I thought, my dearest Friend, that$3$ you 141:12,065[A ]| Would thus contribute to$4$ my Ruin too: 141:12,066[A ]| Over-run with filthy Poetry and Rhyme, 141:12,067[A ]| The present reigning evil of the time, 141:12,068[A ]| I lacked, and (well I did myself assure) 141:12,069[A ]| From your kind hand I should receive a cure: 141:12,070[A ]| When (lo!) instead of healing Remedies, 141:12,071[A ]| You cherish and encourage the Disease: 141:12,072[A ]| Inhuman you help the Distemper on$5$, 141:12,073[A ]| Which$6#1$ was before but too inveterate grown. 141:12,074[A ]| As a kind looker on$5$, who$6#1$ interest shares, 141:12,075[A ]| Though not in$4$ his stake, yet in$4$ his hopes and fears, 141:12,076[A ]| Would to$4$ his Friend a pushing Gamester do, 141:12,077[A ]| Recall his Elbow when he hastes to$9$ throw; 141:12,078[A ]| Such a wise course you should have took with me, 141:12,079[A ]| A rash and venturing Fool in$4$ Poetry. 141:12,080[A ]| Poets are Cullies, whom Rook Fame draws in$5$, 141:12,081[A ]| And wheedles with deluding hopes to$9$ win: 141:12,082[A ]| But, when they hit, and most successful are, 141:12,083[A ]| They scarce come off with a bare saving share. 141:12,084[A ]| Oft (I remember) did wise Friends dissuade, 141:12,085[A ]| And bid me quit the trifling barren Trade. 141:12,086[A ]| Oft have I tried (Heaven knows) to$9$ mortify 141:12,087[A ]| This vile and wicked lust of Poetry: 141:12,088[A ]| But still unconquered it remains within, 141:12,089[A ]| Fixed as an Habit, or some darling Sin. 141:12,090[A ]| In$4$ vain I better studies there would sow, 141:12,091[A ]| Often I have tried, but none will$1$ thrive, or grow: 141:12,092[A ]| All my best thought, when I would most serious be, 141:12,093[A ]| Are never from its foul infection free: 141:12,094[A ]| Nay (God forgive me) when I say my Prayers, 141:12,095[A ]| I scarce can help polluting them with Verse: 141:12,096[A ]| That$6#2$ fabulous Wretch of old reversed I seem, 141:12,097[A ]| Who$6#1$ turn whatever I touch to$4$ Dross and Rhyme. 141:12,098[A ]| Oft to$9$ divert the wild Caprice, I try 141:12,099[A ]| If Sovereign Wisdom and Philosophy 141:12,100[A ]| Rightly applied will$1$ give a remedy: 141:12,101[A ]| Strait the great Stagyrite I take in$4$ hand, 141:12,102[A ]| Seek Nature and myself to$9$ understand: 141:12,103[A ]| Much I reflect on$4$ his vast Worth and Fame, 141:12,104[A ]| And much my low and grovelling aims condemn, 141:12,105[A ]| And quarrel, that$3$ my ill-packed fate should be 141:12,106[A ]| This vain, this worthless thing called Poetry: 141:12,107[A ]| But when I find this unregarded Toy 141:12,108[A ]| Could his important Thoughts and Pains employ, 141:12,109[A ]| By$4$ reading there I am but more undone, 141:12,110[A ]| And meet that$6#2$ danger, which$6#1$ I went to$9$ shun. 141:12,111[A ]| Oft when ill Humour, Chagrin, Discontent 141:12,112[A ]| Give leisure my wild Follies to$9$ resent, 141:12,113[A ]| I thus against myself my Passion vent. 141:12,114@a | "Enough, mad rhyming Sot, enough for$4$ shame, 141:12,115@a | Give over, and all thy Quills to$4$ Tooth-picks damn: 141:12,116@a | Didst ever thou the Altar rob, or worse, 141:12,117@a | Kill the Priest there, and Maids receiving force? 141:12,118@a | What else could merit this so$5#1$ heavy Curse? 141:12,119@a | The greatest curse, I can, I wish on$4$ him, 141:12,120@a | If (there be any greater than to$9$ rhyme) 141:12,121@a | Who$6#1$ first did of the lewd invention think, 141:12,122@a | First made two lines with sounds resembling clink, 141:12,123@a | And, swerving from the easy paths of Prose, 141:12,124@a | Fetters and Chains did on$4$ free Sense impose: 141:12,125@a | Cursed too be all the fools, who$6#1$ since have went 141:12,126@a | Misled in$4$ steps of that$6#2$ ill President: 141:12,127@a | Want be entailed their lot: ~~ 141:12,127[A ]| and on$5$ I go, 141:12,128[A ]| Wreaking my spite on$4$ all the jingling Crew: 141:12,129[A ]| Scarce the beloved Cowley escapes, though I 141:12,130[A ]| Might sooner my own curses fear, than he: 141:12,131[A ]| And thus resolved against the scribbling vein, 141:12,132[A ]| I deeply swear never to$9$ write again. 141:12,133[A ]| But when bad Company and Wine conspire 141:12,134[A ]| To$9$ kindle and renew the foolish Fire, 141:12,135[A ]| Straitways relapsed, I feel the raving fit 141:12,136[A ]| Return, and strait I all my Oaths forget: 141:12,137[A ]| The Spirit, which$6#1$ I thought cast out before, 141:12,138[A ]| Enters again with stronger force and power, 141:12,139[A ]| Worse than at first, and tyrannizes more. 141:12,140[A ]| No$2$ sober good advice will$1$ then prevail, 141:12,141[A ]| Nor from the raging Frenzy me recal: 141:12,142[A ]| Cool Reason's dictates me no$2$ more can move 141:12,143[A ]| Than men in$4$ Drink, in$4$ Bedlam, or in$4$ Love: 141:12,144[A ]| Deaf to$4$ all means which$6#1$ might most proper seem 141:12,145[A ]| Towards my cure, I run stark mad in$4$ Rhyme: 141:12,146[A ]| A sad poor haunted wretch, whom nothing less 141:12,147[A ]| Than Prayers of the Church can dispossess. 141:12,148[A ]| Sometimes, after a tedious day half spent, 141:12,149[A ]| When Fancy long has hunted on$4$ cold Scent, 141:12,150[A ]| Tired in$4$ the dull and fruitless chase of Thought, 141:12,151[A ]| Despairing I grow weary, and give out: 141:12,152[A ]| As a dry Lecher pumped of all my store, 141:12,153[A ]| I loathe the thing, because I can do it no$2$ more: 141:12,154[A ]| But, when I once begin to$9$ find again, 141:12,155[A ]| Recruits of matter in$4$ my pregnant Brain, 141:12,156[A ]| Again more eager I the haunt pursue, 141:12,157[A ]| And with fresh vigour the loved sport renew: 141:12,158[A ]| Tickled with some strange pleasure, which$6#1$ I find, 141:12,159[A ]| And think a secrecy to$4$ all mankind, 141:12,160[A ]| I please myself with the vain, false delight, 141:12,161[A ]| And count none happy, but the Fops that$6#1$ write. 141:12,162[A ]| It is endless, Sir, to$9$ tell the many ways, 141:12,163[A ]| Wherein my poor deluded self I please: 141:12,164[A ]| How, when the Fancy labouring for$4$ a Birth, 141:12,165[A ]| With unfelt Throws brings its rude issue forth: 141:12,166[A ]| How after, when imperfect shapeless Thought 141:12,167[A ]| Is by$4$ the Judgment into Fashion wrought. 141:12,168[A ]| When at first search I traverse over my mind, 141:12,169[A ]| Nought but a dark and empty Void I find: 141:12,170[A ]| Some little hints at length, like$4$ sparks, break thence, 141:12,171[A ]| And glimmering Thoughts just dawning into sense: 141:12,172[A ]| Confused a while the mixed Ideas lie, 141:12,173[A ]| With nought of mark to$9$ be discovered by$5$, 141:12,174[A ]| Like$4$ colours undistinguished in$4$ the night, 141:12,175[A ]| Till the dusk images, moved to$4$ the light, 141:12,176[A ]| Teach the discerning Faculty to$9$ chuse, 141:12,177[A ]| Which$6#1$ it had best adopt, and which$6#1$ refuse. 141:12,178[A ]| Here rougher strokes, touched with a careless dash, 141:12,179[A ]| Resemble the first sitting of a face: 141:12,180[A ]| There finished draughts in$4$ form more full appear, 141:12,181[A ]| And to$4$ their justness ask no$2$ further care. 141:12,182[A ]| Meanwhile with inward joy I proud am grown, 141:12,183[A ]| To$9$ see the work successfully go on$5$: 141:12,184[A ]| And prize myself in$4$ a creating power, 141:12,185[A ]| That$6#1$ could make something, what was nought before. 141:12,186[A ]| Sometimes a stiff, unwieldy thought I meet, 141:12,187[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ my Laws will$1$ scarce be made submit: 141:12,188[A ]| But, when, after expense of pains and time, 141:12,189[A ]| It is managed well, and taught to$9$ yoke in$4$ Rhyme, 141:12,190[A ]| I triumph more, than joyful Warriors would, 141:12,191[A ]| Had they some stout and hardy Foe subdued: 141:12,192[A ]| And idly think, less goes to$4$ their Command, 141:12,193[A ]| That$6#1$ makes armed Troops in$4$ well-placed order stand, 141:12,194[A ]| Than to$4$ the conduct of my words, when they 141:12,195[A ]| March in$4$ due ranks, are set in$4$ just array. 141:12,196[A ]| Sometimes on$4$ wings of Thought I seem on$4$ high, 141:12,197[A ]| As men in$4$ sleep, though motionless they lie, 141:12,198[A ]| Fledged by$4$ a Dream, believe they mount and fly: 141:12,199[A ]| So$3$ Witches some enchanted Wand bestride, 141:12,200[A ]| And think they through the airy Regions ride, 141:12,201[A ]| Where Fancy is both Traveller, Way, and Guide: 141:12,202[A ]| Then strait I grow a strange exalted thing, 141:12,203[A ]| And equal in$4$ conceit, at least a King: 141:12,204[A ]| As the poor Drunkard, when Wine stums his brains, 141:12,205[A ]| Anointed with that$6#2$ liquor, thinks he reigns. 141:12,206[A ]| Bewitched by$4$ these Delusions it is I write, 141:12,207[A ]| (The tricks some pleasant Devil plays in$4$ spite) 141:12,208[A ]| And when I am in$4$ the freakish Trance, which$6#1$ I 141:12,209[A ]| Fond silly wretch, mistake for$4$ Ecstasy, 141:12,210[A ]| I find all former Resolutions vain, 141:12,211[A ]| And thus recant them, and make new again. 141:12,212@a | "What was it, I rashly vowed? shall ever I 141:12,213@a | Quit my beloved Mistress, Poetry? 141:12,214@a | Thou sweet beguiler of my lonely hours, 141:12,215@a | Which$6#1$ thus glide unperceived with silent course: 141:12,216@a | Thou gentle Spell, which$6#1$ undisturbed dost keep 141:12,217@a | My Breast, and charm intruding care asleep: 141:12,218@a | They say, thou art poor and unendowed, what though? 141:12,219@a | For$4$ thee I this vain, worthless world forego: 141:12,220@a | Let Wealth and Honor be for$4$ Fortunes slaves, 141:12,221@a | The Alms of Fools, and prize of crafty Knaves: 141:12,222@a | To$4$ me thou art, whatever the ambitious crave, 141:12,223@a | And all that$6#1$ greedy Misers want, or have: 141:12,224@a | In$4$ Youth, or Age, in$4$ Travel, or at Home, 141:12,225@a | Here, or in$4$ Town, at London, or at Rome, 141:12,226@a | Rich, or a Beggar, free, or in$4$ the Fleet, 141:12,227@a | Whatever my fate is, it is my fate to$9$ write." 141:12,228[A ]| Thus I have made my shrifted Muse confess, 141:12,229[A ]| Her secret Feebles, and her weaknesses: 141:12,230[A ]| All her hid Faults she sets exposed to$4$ view, 141:12,231[A ]| And hopes a gentle Confessor in$4$ you: 141:12,232[A ]| She hopes an easy pardon for$4$ her sin, 141:12,233[A ]| Since it is but what she is not wilful in$4$, 141:12,234[A ]| Nor yet has scandalous nor open been. 141:12,235[A ]| Try if your ghostly counsel can reclaim 141:12,236[A ]| The heedless wanton from her guilt and shame: 141:12,237[A ]| At least be not ungenerous to$9$ reproach 141:12,238[A ]| That$6#2$ wretched frailty, which$6#1$ you have helped debauch. 141:12,239[A ]| It is now high time to$9$ end, for$4$ fear I grow 141:12,240[A ]| More tedious than old Doaters, when they woo, 141:12,241[A ]| Than traveled Fops, when far-fetched lies they prate, 141:12,242[A ]| Or flattering Poets, when they dedicate. 141:12,243[A ]| No$2$ dull forgiveness I presume to$9$ crave, 141:12,244[A ]| Nor vainly for$4$ my tiresome length ask leave: 141:12,245[A ]| Lest I, as often formal Coxcombs use, 141:12,246[A ]| Prolong that$6#2$ very fault, I would excuse: 141:12,247[A ]| May this the same kind welcome find with you, 141:12,248[A ]| As yours did here, and ever shall; Adieu. 141:14,000@@@@@| 141:14,000[' ]| 141:14,000[' ]| 141:14,000[' ]| 141:14,000[' ]| 141:14,000[' ]| 141:14,000[' ]| 141:14,001[A ]| Of all the Creatures in$4$ the World that$6#1$ be, 141:14,002[A ]| Beast, Fish, or fowl, that$6#1$ go, or swim, or fly 141:14,003[A ]| Throughout the Globe from London to$4$ Japan, 141:14,004[A ]| The arrantest Fool in$4$ my opinion is Man. 141:14,005[A ]| What (strait I am taken up$5$) an Ant, a Fly, 141:14,006[A ]| A Tiny Mite, which$6#1$ we can hardly see 141:14,007[A ]| Without a Perspective, a silly Ass, 141:14,008[A ]| Or freakish Ape? Dare you affirm, that$3$ these 141:14,009[A ]| Have greater sense than Man? Ay, questionless. 141:14,010[A ]| Doctor, I find you are shocked at this discourse: 141:14,011[A ]| Man is (you cry) Lord of the Universe; 141:14,012[A ]| For$4$ him was this fair frame of Nature made, 141:14,013[A ]| And all the Creatures for$4$ his use and aid: 141:14,014[A ]| To$4$ him alone of all the living kind, 141:14,015[A ]| Has bounteous Heaven the reasoning gift assigned. 141:14,016[A ]| True Sir, that$3$ Reason ever was his lot, 141:14,017[A ]| But thence I argue Man the greater Sot. 141:14,018[A ]| This idle talk, (you say) and rambling stuff 141:14,019[A ]| May pass in$4$ Satire, and take well enough 141:14,020[A ]| With Sceptic Fools, who$6#1$ are disposed to$9$ jeer 141:14,021[A ]| At serious things: but you must make it appear 141:14,022[A ]| By$4$ solid proof. Believe me, Sir, I will$1$ do it: 141:14,023[A ]| Take you the Desk, and let us dispute it out. 141:14,024[A ]| Then by$4$ your favour, tell me first of all, 141:14,025[A ]| What it is, which$6#1$ you grave Doctors Wisdom call? 141:14,026[A ]| You answer: It is an evenness of Soul, 141:14,027[A ]| A steady temper, which$6#1$ no$2$ cares control, 141:14,028[A ]| No$2$ passions ruffle, nor desires inflame, 141:14,029[A ]| Still constant to$4$ itself, and still the same, 141:14,030[A ]| That$6#1$ does in$4$ all its slow Resolves advance, 141:14,031[A ]| With graver steps, than Benchers, when they dance. 141:14,032[A ]| Most true; yet is not this, I dare maintain, 141:14,033[A ]| Less used by$4$ any, than the Fool, called Man. 141:14,034[A ]| The wiser Emmet, quoted just before, 141:14,035[A ]| In$4$ Summer time ranges the Fallows over 141:14,036[A ]| With pains and labour, to$9$ lay in$5$ his store: 141:14,037[A ]| But when the blustering North with ruffling blasts 141:14,038[A ]| Saddens the year, and Nature overcasts; 141:14,039[A ]| The prudent Insect, hid in$4$ privacy, 141:14,040[A ]| Enjoys the fruits of his past industry. 141:14,041[A ]| No$2$ Ant of sense was ever so$5#1$ awkward seen, 141:14,042[A ]| To$9$ drudge in$4$ Winter, loiter in$4$ the Spring. 141:14,043[A ]| But sillier Man, in$4$ his mistaken way, 141:14,044[A ]| By$4$ Reason, his false guide, is led astray: 141:14,045[A ]| Tossed by$4$ a thousand gusts of wavering doubt, 141:14,046[A ]| His restless mind still rolls from thought to$4$ thought: 141:14,047[A ]| In$4$ each resolve unsteady and unfixed, 141:14,048[A ]| And what he one day loathes, desires the next. 141:14,049[A ]| Shall I, so$5#1$ famed for$4$ many a tuant jest 141:14,050[A ]| On$4$ wiving, now go take a jilt at last? 141:14,051[A ]| Shall I turn Husband, and my station choose, 141:14,052[A ]| Amongst the reverend Martyrs of the Noose? 141:14,053[A ]| No$7$, there are fools enough besides in$4$ Town, 141:14,054[A ]| To$9$ furnish work for$4$ Satire and Lampoon: 141:14,055[A ]| Few months before cried the unthinking Sot, 141:14,056[A ]| Who$6#1$ quickly after, hampered in$4$ the knot, 141:14,057[A ]| Was quoted for$4$ an instance by$4$ the rest, 141:14,058[A ]| And bore his Fate, as tamely as the best, 141:14,059[A ]| And thought, that$3$ Heaven from some miraculous side, 141:14,060[A ]| For$4$ him alone had drawn a faithful Bride. 141:14,061[A ]| This is our image just: such is that$6#2$ vain, 141:14,062[A ]| That$6#2$ foolish, fickle, motley Creature, Man: 141:14,063[A ]| More changing than a Weathercock, his Head 141:14,064[A ]| Never wakes with the same thoughts, he went to$4$ bed, 141:14,065[A ]| Irksome to$4$ all beside, and ill at ease, 141:14,066[A ]| He neither others, nor himself can please: 141:14,067[A ]| Each minute round his whirling humours run, 141:14,068[A ]| Now he is a Trooper, and a Priest anon, 141:14,069[A ]| Today in$4$ Buff, tomorrow in$4$ a Gown. 141:14,070[A ]| Yet, pleased with idle whimsies of his brain, 141:14,071[A ]| And puffed with pride, this haughty thing would fain 141:14,072[A ]| Be thought himself the only stay and prop, 141:14,073[A ]| That$6#1$ holds the mighty frame of Nature up$5$: 141:14,074[A ]| The Skies and Stars his properties must seem, 141:14,075[A ]| And turn-spit Angels tread the spheres for$4$ him: 141:14,076[A ]| Of all the Creatures he is the Lord (he cries) 141:14,077[A ]| More absolute, than the French King of his. 141:14,078[A ]| And who$6#2$ is there (say you) that$6#1$ dares deny 141:14,079[A ]| So$5#1$ owned a truth? That$6#2$ may be, Sir, do I. 141:14,080[A ]| But to$9$ omit the controversy here, 141:14,081[A ]| Whether, if met, the Passenger and Bear, 141:14,082[A ]| This or the other stands in$4$ greater fear: 141:14,083[A ]| Or, if an Act of Parliament should pass 141:14,084[A ]| That$3$ all the Irish Wolves should quit the place, 141:14,085[A ]| They would strait obey the Statute's high command, 141:14,086[A ]| And at a minute's warning rid the Land: 141:14,087[A ]| This boasted Monarch of the World, that$6#1$ awes 141:14,088[A ]| The Creatures here, and with his beck gives laws; 141:14,089[A ]| This titular King, who$6#1$ thus pretends to$9$ be 141:14,090[A ]| The Lord of all, how many Lords has he? 141:14,091[A ]| The lust of Money, and the lust of Power, 141:14,092[A ]| With Love, and Hate, and twenty passions more, 141:14,093[A ]| Hold him their slave, and chain him to$4$ the Oar. 141:14,094[A ]| Scarce has soft sleep in$4$ silence closed his eyes, 141:14,095[A ]| Up$5$! (strait says Avarice) it is time to$9$ rise. 141:14,096[A ]| Not yet: one minute longer. Up$5$! (she cries) 141:14,097[A ]| The Exchange, and Shops are hardly open yet. 141:14,098[A ]| No$2$ matter: Rise! But after all, for$4$ what? 141:14,099[A ]| Do ye ask? go, cut the Line, double the Cape, 141:14,100[A ]| Traverse from end to$4$ end the spacious deep: 141:14,101[A ]| Search both the Indies, Bantam, and Japan: 141:14,102[A ]| Fetch Sugars from Barbadoes, Wines from Spain. 141:14,103[A ]| What needs all this? I have wealth enough in$4$ store, 141:14,104[A ]| I thank the Fates, nor care for$4$ adding more. 141:14,105[A ]| You can not have too much, this point to$9$ gain 141:14,106[A ]| You must no$2$ Crime, no$2$ Perjury refrain, 141:14,107[A ]| Hunger you must endure, Hardship, and Want, 141:14,108[A ]| Amidst full Barns keep an eternal Lent, 141:14,109[A ]| And, though you have more than B***m has spent, 141:14,110[A ]| Or C***n got, like$4$ stingy B***el save, 141:14,111[A ]| And grudge yourself the charges of a Grave, 141:14,112[A ]| And the small Ransom of a single Groat, 141:14,113[A ]| From Sword, or Halter to$9$ redeem your Throat. 141:14,114[A ]| And pray, why all this sparing? Do not you know? 141:14,115[A ]| Only to$9$ enrich a spendthrift Heir, or so$5#2$: 141:14,116[A ]| Who$6#1$ shall, when you are timely dead and gone, 141:14,117[A ]| With his gilt Coach and Six amuse the Town, 141:14,118[A ]| Keep his gay brace of Punks, and vainly give 141:14,119[A ]| More for$4$ a night, than you to$9$ fine for$4$ Shrieve. 141:14,120[A ]| But you lose time! The Wind and Vessel waits, 141:14,121[A ]| Quick, let us aboard! Hey for$4$ the Downs and Straits. 141:14,122[A ]| Or, if all-powerful Money fail of charms 141:14,123[A ]| To$9$ tempt the wretch, and push him on$5$ to$4$ harms: 141:14,124[A ]| With a strong hand does fierce Ambition seize, 141:14,125[A ]| And drag him forth from soft repose and ease: 141:14,126[A ]| Amidst ten thousand dangers spurs him on$5$, 141:14,127[A ]| With loss of Blood and Limbs to$9$ hunt renown. 141:14,128[A ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ reward of many a wound and maim, 141:14,129[A ]| Is paid with nought but wooden Legs, and Fame; 141:14,130[A ]| And the poor comfort of a grinning Fate, 141:14,131[A ]| To$9$ stand recorded in$4$ the next Gazette. 141:14,132[A ]| But hold (cries one) your paltry gibing wit, 141:14,133[A ]| Or learn henceforth to$9$ aim it more aright: 141:14,134[A ]| If this be any, it is a glorious fault, 141:14,135[A ]| Which$6#1$ through all ages has been ever thought 141:14,136[A ]| The Hero's virtue, and chief excellence: 141:14,137[A ]| Pray, what was Alexander in$4$ your sense? 141:14,138[A ]| A Fool belike. Yes, faith, Sir, much the same: 141:14,139[A ]| A crack-brained Huff, that$6#1$ set the world on$4$ flame: 141:14,140[A ]| A Lunatic broke loose, who$6#1$ in$4$ his fit 141:14,141[A ]| Fell foul on$4$ all, invaded all, he met: 141:14,142[A ]| Who$6#1$, Lord of the whole Globe, yet not content, 141:14,143[A ]| Lacked elbow-room, and seemed too closely pent. 141:14,144[A ]| What madness was it, that$3$, born to$4$ a fair Throne, 141:14,145[A ]| Where he might rule with Justice and Renown, 141:14,146[A ]| Like$4$ a wild Robber, he should choose to$9$ roam, 141:14,147[A ]| A pitied wretch, with neither house, nor home, 141:14,148[A ]| And hurling War and Slaughter up$5$ and down, 141:14,149[A ]| Through the wide world make his vast folly known? 141:14,150[A ]| Happy for$4$ ten good reasons had it been, 141:14,151[A ]| If Macedon had had a Bedlam then: 141:14,152[A ]| That$3$ there with Keepers under close restraint 141:14,153[A ]| He might have been from frantic mischief pent. 141:14,154[A ]| But that$3$ we may not in$4$ long digressions now 141:14,155[A ]| Discourse all Rainolds, and the Passions through, 141:14,156[A ]| And ranging them in$4$ method stiff and grave, 141:14,157[A ]| Rhyme on$5$ by$4$ Chapter and by$4$ Paragraph; 141:14,158[A ]| Let us quit the present Topic of dispute, 141:14,159[A ]| For$4$ More and Cudworth to$9$ enlarge about: 141:14,160[A ]| And take a view of man in$4$ his best light, 141:14,161[A ]| Wherein he seems to$4$ most advantage set. 141:14,162[A ]| It is he alone (you will$1$ say) it is happy he, 141:14,163[A ]| That$6#1$ is framed by$4$ Nature for$4$ Society: 141:14,164[A ]| He only dwells in$4$ Towns, is only seen 141:14,165[A ]| With Manners and Civility to$9$ shine; 141:14,166[A ]| Does only Magistrates and Rulers choose, 141:14,167[A ]| And live secured by$4$ Government and Laws. 141:14,168[A ]| It is granted, Sir; but yet without all these. 141:14,169[A ]| Without your boasted Laws and Policies, 141:14,170[A ]| Or fear of Judges, or of Justices; 141:14,171[A ]| Whoever saw the Wolves, that$3$ he can say, 141:14,172[A ]| Like$4$ more inhuman Us, so$5#1$ bent on$4$ prey, 141:14,173[A ]| To$9$ rob their fellow Wolves upon$4$ the way? 141:14,174[A ]| Whoever saw Church and Fanatic Bear, 141:14,175[A ]| Like$4$ savage Mankind one another tear? 141:14,176[A ]| What Tiger ever, aspiring to$9$ be great, 141:14,177[A ]| In$4$ Plots and Factions did embroil the State? 141:14,178[A ]| Or when was it heard upon$4$ the Libyan Plains, 141:14,179[A ]| Where the stern Monarch of the Desert reigns, 141:14,180[A ]| That$3$ Whig and Tory Lions in$4$ wild jars 141:14,181[A ]| Madly engaged for$4$ choice of Shrieves and Mayors? 141:14,182[A ]| The fiercest Creatures, we in$4$ Nature find, 141:14,183[A ]| Respect their figure still in$4$ the same kind; 141:14,184[A ]| To$4$ others rough, to$4$ these they gentle be, 141:14,185[A ]| And live from Noise, from Feuds, from Actions free. 141:14,186[A ]| No$2$ Eagle does upon$4$ his Peerage sue, 141:14,187[A ]| And strive some meaner Eagle to$9$ undo: 141:14,188[A ]| No$2$ Fox was ever suborned by$4$ spite, or hire, 141:14,189[A ]| Against his brother Fox his life to$9$ swear: 141:14,190[A ]| Nor any Hind, for$4$ Impotence at Rut, 141:14,191[A ]| Did ever the Stag into the Arches put; 141:14,192[A ]| Where a grave Dean the weighty Case might state, 141:14,193[A ]| What makes in$4$ Law a carnal Job complete: 141:14,194[A ]| They fear no$2$ dreadful 7Quo*Warranto Writ, 141:14,195[A ]| To$9$ shake their ancient privilege and right: 141:14,196[A ]| No$2$ Courts of Sessions, or Assize are there, 141:14,197[A ]| No$2$ Common-Pleas, King's-Bench, or Chancery-Bar: 141:14,198[A ]| But happier they, by$4$ Nature's Charter free, 141:14,199[A ]| Secure and safe in$4$ mutual peace agree, 141:14,200[A ]| And know no$2$ other Law, but Equity. 141:14,201[A ]| It is Man, it is Man alone, that$6#2$ worst of Brutes, 141:14,202[A ]| Who$6#1$ first brought up$5$ the trade of cutting Throats, 141:14,203[A ]| Did Honour first, that$6#2$ barbarous term, devise, 141:14,204[A ]| Unknown to$4$ all the gentler Savages; 141:14,205[A ]| And, as it were not enough to$9$ have fetched from Hell, 141:14,206[A ]| Powder and Guns, with all the arts to$9$ kill, 141:14,207[A ]| Farther to$9$ plague the world, he must ingross 141:14,208[A ]| Huge Codes and bulky Pandects of the Laws, 141:14,209[A ]| With Doctors' Glosses to$9$ perplex the Cause, 141:14,210[A ]| Where darkened Equity is kept from light, 141:14,211[A ]| Under vast Reams of non-sense buried quite. 141:14,212[A ]| Gently, good Sir! (cry you) why all this rant? 141:14,213[A ]| Man has his freaks and passions; that$6#2$ we grant: 141:14,214[A ]| He has his frailties, and blind sides, who$6#2$ doubts? 141:14,215[A ]| But his least Virtues balance all his Faults. 141:14,216[A ]| Pray was it not this bold, this thinking Man, 141:14,217[A ]| That$6#1$ measured Heaven, and taught the Stars to$9$ scan, 141:14,218[A ]| Whose boundless wit, with soaring wings durst fly, 141:14,219[A ]| Beyond the flaming borders of the sky; 141:14,220[A ]| Turned Nature over, and with a piercing view 141:14,221[A ]| Each cranny searched, and looked her through and through: 141:14,222[A ]| Which$6#2$ of the Brutes have Universities? 141:14,223[A ]| When was it heard, that$3$ they ever took Degrees, 141:14,224[A ]| Or were Professors of the Faculties? 141:14,225[A ]| By$4$ Law, or Physic were they ever known 141:14,226[A ]| To$9$ merit Velvet, or a Scarlet Gown? 141:14,227[A ]| No$7$ questionless; nor did we ever read, 141:14,228[A ]| Of Quacks with them, that$6#1$ were Licentiates made, 141:14,229[A ]| By$4$ Patent to$9$ profess the poisoning Trade: 141:14,230[A ]| No$2$ Doctors in$4$ the Desk there hold dispute 141:14,231[A ]| About Black-pudding, while the wondering Rout 141:14,232[A ]| Listen to$9$ hear the knotty Truth made out: 141:14,233[A ]| Nor Virtuosoes teach deep mysteries 141:14,234[A ]| Of Arts for$4$ pumping Air, and smothering Flies. 141:14,235[A ]| But not to$9$ urge the matter farther now, 141:14,236[A ]| Nor search it to$4$ the depth, what it is to$9$ know, 141:14,237[A ]| And whether we know anything or no$5$: 141:14,238[A ]| Answer me only this, What man is there 141:14,239[A ]| In$4$ this vile thankless Age, wherein we are, 141:14,240[A ]| Who$6#1$ does by$4$ Sense and Learning value bear? 141:14,241@w | Wouldst thou get Honour, and a fair Estate, 141:14,242@w | And have the looks and favours of the great? 141:14,243[A ]| Cries an old Father to$4$ his blooming Son, 141:14,244@w | Take the right course, be ruled by$4$ me, it is done. 141:14,245@w | Leave mouldy Authors to$4$ the reading Fools, 141:14,246@w | The poring crowds in$4$ Colleges and Schools: 141:14,247@w | How much is threescore Nobles? Twenty pound. 141:14,248@w | Well said, my Son, the Answer is most profound: 141:14,249@w | Go, thou knowest all that$6#1$ is requisite to$9$ know: 141:14,250@w | What Wealth on$4$ thee, what Honours haste to$9$ flow! 141:14,251@w | In$4$ these high Sciences thyself employ, 141:14,252@w | Instead of Plato, take thy Hodder, Boy, 141:14,253@w | Learn there the art to$9$ edit an Account, 141:14,254@w | To$4$ what the King's Revenue does amount: 141:14,255@w | How much the Customs and Excise bring in$5$, 141:14,256@w | And what the Managers each year purloin. 141:14,257@w | Get a Case-hardened Conscience, Irish proof, 141:14,258@w | Which$6#1$ nought of pity, sense, or shame can move: 141:14,259@w | Turn Algerine, Barbarian, Turk, or Jew, 141:14,260@w | Unjust, inhuman, treacherous, base, untrue; 141:14,261@w | Never stick at wrong; hang Widows sighs and tears, 141:14,262@w | The cant of Priests to$9$ frighten Usurers: 141:14,263@w | Boggle at nothing to$9$ increase thy Store, 141:14,264@w | Not Orphans' spoils, nor plunder of the Poor: 141:14,265@w | And scorning paltry rules of Honesty, 141:14,266@w | By$4$ surer methods raise thy Fortune high. 141:14,267@w | When shoals of Poets, Pedants, Orators, 141:14,268@w | Doctors, Divines, Astrologers, and Lawyers, 141:14,269@w | Authors of every sort, and every size, 141:14,270@w | To$4$ thee their Works and Labours shall address, 141:14,271@w | With pompous Lines their Dedications fill, 141:14,272@w | And learnedly in$4$ Greek and Latin tell 141:14,273@w | Lies to$4$ thy face, that$3$ thou hast deep insight, 141:14,274@w | And art a mighty judge of what they write. 141:14,275@w | He, that$6#1$ is rich, is everything, that$6#2$ is, 141:14,276@w | Without one grain of Wisdom, he is wise, 141:14,277@w | And knowing nought, knows all the Sciences: 141:14,278@w | He is witty, gallant, virtuous, generous, stout, 141:14,279@w | Well-born, well-bred, well-shaped, well-dressed, what not? 141:14,280@w | Loved by$4$ the Great, and courted by$4$ the Fair, 141:14,281@w | For$3$ none that$6#1$ ever had Riches, found despair: 141:14,282@w | Gold to$4$ the loathsomest object gives a grace, 141:14,283@w | And sets it off, and makes even Bovey please: 141:14,284@w | But tattered Poverty they all despise, 141:14,285@w | Love stands aloof, and from the Scare-crow flies. 141:14,286[A ]| Thus a stanch Miser to$4$ his hopeful Brat 141:14,287[A ]| Chalks out the way that$6#1$ leads to$4$ an Estate; 141:14,288[A ]| Whose knowledge oft with utmost stretch of Brain 141:14,289[A ]| No$2$ higher than this vast secret can attain, 141:14,290[A ]| Five and four is nine, take two, and seven remain. 141:14,291[A ]| Go, Doctor, after this, and rack your Brains, 141:14,292[A ]| Unravel Scripture with industrious pains: 141:14,293[A ]| On$4$ musty Fathers waste your fruitless hours, 141:14,294[A ]| Correct the Critics and Expositors: 141:14,295[A ]| Out-vie great Stillingfleet in$4$ some vast Tome, 141:14,296[A ]| And there confound both Bellarmin and Rome; 141:14,297[A ]| Or glean the Rabbins of their learned store, 141:14,298[A ]| To$9$ find what Father Simon has passed over: 141:14,299[A ]| Then at the last some bulky piece compile, 141:14,300[A ]| There lay out all your time, and pains, and skill; 141:14,301[A ]| And when it is done and finished for$4$ the Press, 141:14,302[A ]| To$4$ some Great name the mighty Work address: 141:14,303[A ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ a full reward of all your toil, 141:14,304[A ]| Shall pay you with a gracious nod or smile: 141:14,305[A ]| Just recompense of life too vainly spent! 141:14,306[A ]| An empty Thank you Sir, and Compliment. 141:14,307[A ]| But, if to$4$ higher Honours you pretend, 141:14,308[A ]| Take the advice and counsel of a Friend; 141:14,309[A ]| Here quit the Desk, and throw your Scarlet by$5$, 141:14,310[A ]| And to$4$ some gainful course yourself apply. 141:14,311[A ]| Go, practise with some Banker how to$9$ cheat, 141:14,312[A ]| There is choice in$4$ Town, enquire in$4$ Lombard-street. 141:14,313[A ]| Let Scot and Ockam wrangle as they please, 141:14,314[A ]| And thus in$4$ short with me conclude the case, 141:14,315[A ]| A Doctor is no$2$ better than an Ass. 141:14,316@w | A Doctor, Sir? yourself: Pray have a care, 141:14,317@w | This is to$9$ push your Raillery too far. 141:14,318@w | But not to$9$ lose the time in$4$ trifling thus, 141:14,319@w | Beside the point, come now more home and close: 141:14,320@w | That$3$ Man has Reason is beyond debate, 141:14,321@w | Nor will$1$ yourself, I think, deny me that$6#2$: 141:14,322@w | And was not this fair Pilot given to$9$ steer, 141:14,323@w | His tottering Bark through Life's rough Ocean here? 141:14,324[A ]| All this I grant: But if in$4$ spite of it 141:14,325[A ]| The wretch on$4$ every Rock he sees will$1$ split, 141:14,326[A ]| To$4$ what great purpose does his Reason serve, 141:14,327[A ]| But to$9$ mis-guide his course, and make him swerve? 141:14,328[A ]| What boots it H*** when it says, Give over 141:14,329[A ]| Thy scribbling itch, and play the fool no$2$ more, 141:14,330[A ]| If her vain counsels, purposed to$9$ reclaim, 141:14,331[A ]| Only avail to$9$ harden him in$4$ shame? 141:14,332[A ]| Lampooned, and hissed, and damned the thousandth time, 141:14,333[A ]| Still he writes on$5$, is obstinate in$4$ Rhyme: 141:14,334[A ]| His Verse, which$6#1$ he does everywhere recite, 141:14,335[A ]| Put all his Neighbours, and his Friends to$4$ flight: 141:14,336[A ]| Scared by$4$ the rhyming Fiend, they haste away, 141:14,337[A ]| Nor will$1$ his very Groom be hired to$9$ stay. 141:14,338[A ]| The Ass, whom Nature Reason has denied, 141:14,339[A ]| Content with Instinct for$4$ his surer guide, 141:14,340[A ]| Still follows that$6#2$, and wiselier does proceed: 141:14,341[A ]| He never aspires with his harsh braying Note, 141:14,342[A ]| The Songsters of the Wood to$9$ challenge out: 141:14,343[A ]| Nor, like$4$ this awkward smatterer in$4$ Arts, 141:14,344[A ]| Sets himself up$5$ for$4$ a vain Ass of parts: 141:14,345[A ]| Of Reason void, he sees and gains his end, 141:14,346[A ]| While Man, who$6#1$ does to$4$ that$6#2$ false light pretend, 141:14,347[A ]| Wildly gropes on$5$, and in$4$ broad day is blind. 141:14,348[A ]| By$4$ whimsy led he does all things by$4$ chance, 141:14,349[A ]| And acts in$4$ each against all common sense. 141:14,350[A ]| With everything pleased, and displeased at once, 141:14,351[A ]| He knows not what he seeks, nor what he shuns: 141:14,352[A ]| Unable to$9$ distinguish good, or bad, 141:14,353[A ]| For$4$ nothing he is gay, for$4$ nothing sad: 141:14,354[A ]| At random loves, and loathes, avoids, pursues, 141:14,355[A ]| Enacts, repeals, makes, alters, does, undoes. 141:14,356[A ]| Did we, like$4$ him, ever see the Dog, or Bear, 141:14,357[A ]| Chimeras of their own devising fear? 141:14,358[A ]| Frame needless doubts, and for$4$ those doubts forego 141:14,359[A ]| The Joys which$6#1$ prompting Nature calls them to$4$? 141:14,360[A ]| And with their Pleasures awkardly at strife, 141:14,361[A ]| With scaring Phantoms pall the sweets of Life? 141:14,362[A ]| Tell me, grave Sir, did ever Man see Beast 141:14,363[A ]| So$5#1$ much below himself, and sense debased, 141:14,364[A ]| To$9$ worship Man with superstitious Fear, 141:14,365[A ]| And fondly to$4$ his Idol Temples rear? 141:14,366[A ]| Was he ever seen with Prayers and Sacrifice 141:14,367[A ]| Approach to$4$ him, as Ruler of the Skies, 141:14,368[A ]| To$9$ beg for$4$ Rain, or Sun-shine on$4$ his knees? 141:14,369[A ]| No$7$ never: but a thousand times has Beast 141:14,370[A ]| Seen Man, beneath the meanest Brute debased, 141:14,371[A ]| Fall low to$4$ Wood and Metal heretofore, 141:14,372[A ]| And madly his own Workmanship adore: 141:14,373[A ]| In$4$ Egypt oft has seen the Sot bow down, 141:14,374[A ]| And reverence some deified Baboon: 141:14,375[A ]| Has often seen him on$4$ the Banks of Nile 141:14,376[A ]| Say Prayers to$4$ the Almighty Crocodile: 141:14,377[A ]| And now each day in$4$ every street abroad 141:14,378[A ]| Sees prostrate Fools adore a breaden God. 141:14,379[A ]| But why (say you) these spiteful Instances 141:14,380[A ]| Of Egypt, and its gross Idolatries? 141:14,381[A ]| Of Rome, and here as much ridiculous? 141:14,382[A ]| What are these lewd Buffooneries to$4$ us? 141:14,383[A ]| How gather you from such wild proofs as these, 141:14,384[A ]| That$3$ Man, a Doctor is beneath an Ass? 141:14,385[A ]| An Ass! that$6#2$ heavy, stupid, lumpish Beast, 141:14,386[A ]| The Sport and mocking-stock of all the rest? 141:14,387[A ]| Whom they all spurn, and whom they all despise, 141:14,388[A ]| Whose very name all Satire does comprise? 141:14,389[A ]| An Ass, Sir? Yes: Pray what should make us laugh? 141:14,390[A ]| Now he unjustly is our jeer and scoff. 141:14,391[A ]| But, if one day he should occasion find 141:14,392[A ]| Upon$4$ our Follies to$9$ express his mind; 141:14,393[A ]| If Heaven, as once of old, to$9$ check proud Man, 141:14,394[A ]| By$4$ miracle should give him Speech again; 141:14,395[A ]| What would he say, do ye think, could he speak out, 141:14,396[A ]| Nay, Sir, betwixt us two, what would he not? 141:14,397[A ]| What would he say, were he condemned to$9$ stand 141:14,398[A ]| For$4$ one long hour in$4$ Fleetstreet, or the Strand, 141:14,399[A ]| To$9$ cast his eyes upon$4$ the motley throng, 141:14,400[A ]| The two-legged Herd, that$6#1$ daily pass along; 141:14,401[A ]| To$9$ see their old Disguises, Furs, and Gowns, 141:14,402[A ]| Their Cassocks, Cloaks, Lawn-sleeves and Pantaloons? 141:14,403[A ]| What would he say to$9$ see a Velvet Quack 141:14,404[A ]| Walk with the price of forty killed on$4$ his Back; 141:14,405[A ]| Or mounted on$4$ a Stage, and gaping loud, 141:14,406[A ]| Commend his Drugs and Ratsbane to$4$ the Crowd? 141:14,407[A ]| What would he think, on$4$ a Lord Mayor's day, 141:14,409[A ]| Should he the Pomp and Pageantry survey? 141:14,410[A ]| Or view the Judges, and their solemn Train, 141:14,411[A ]| March with grave decency to$9$ kill a Man? 141:14,412[A ]| What would he think of us, should he appear 141:14,413[A ]| In$4$ Term amongst the Crowds at Westminster, 141:14,414[A ]| And there the hellish din and Jargon hear, 141:14,415[A ]| Where J*** and his pack with deep-mouthed Notes 141:14,416[A ]| Drown Billinsgate, and all its Oyster-Boats? 141:14,417[A ]| There see the Judges, Sergeants, Barristers, 141:14,418[A ]| Attorneys, Counsellors, Solicitors, 141:14,419[A ]| Criers, and Clerks, and all the Savage Crew 141:14,420[A ]| Which$6#1$ wretched man at his own charge undo? 141:14,421[A ]| If after prospect of all this, the Ass 141:14,422[A ]| Should find the voice he had in$4$ Esop's days; 141:14,423[A ]| Then, Doctor, then, casting his eyes around 141:14,424[A ]| On$4$ human Fools, which$6#1$ everywhere abound, 141:14,425[A ]| Content with Thistles, from all envy free, 141:14,426[A ]| And shaking his grave head, no$2$ doubt he would cry 141:14,427[A ]| Good faith, Man is a Beast as much as we. 141:16,000@@@@@| 141:16,000[' ]| 141:16,000[' ]| 141:16,000[' ]| 141:16,001[A ]| Great Thou! whom it is a crime almost to$9$ dare to$9$ praise; 141:16,002[A ]| Whose firm, established and unshaken glories stand, 141:16,003[A ]| And proudly their own fame command, 141:16,004[A ]| Above our power to$9$ lessen, or to$9$ raise, 141:16,005[A ]| And all, but the few heirs of thy brave Genius and thy Bays; 141:16,006[A ]| Hail mighty founder of our Stage! for$3$ so$5#2$ I dare 141:16,007[A ]| Entitle thee, nor any modern censures fear, 141:16,008[A ]| Nor care what thy unjust detractors say: 141:16,009[A ]| They will$1$ say perhaps that$3$ others did materials bring, 141:16,010[A ]| That$3$ others did the first foundations lay; 141:16,011[A ]| And glorious it was (we grant) but to$9$ begin: 141:16,012[A ]| But thou alone couldst finish the Design, 141:16,013[A ]| All the fair Model and the workmanship was thine. 141:16,014[A ]| Some bold Adventurers might have been before, 141:16,015[A ]| Who$6#1$ durst the unknown world explore: 141:16,016[A ]| By$4$ them it was surveyed at distant view, 141:16,017[A ]| And here and there a Cape and Line they drew 141:16,018[A ]| Which$6#1$ only served as hints and marks to$4$ thee, 141:16,019[A ]| Who$6#1$ wast reserved to$9$ make the full Discovery. 141:16,020[A ]| Art's Compass to$4$ thy painful search we owe, 141:16,021[A ]| Whereby thou wentst so$5#1$ far, and we may after go; 141:16,022[A ]| By$4$ that$6#2$ we may Wit's vast and trackless Ocean try, 141:16,023[A ]| Content no$2$ longer as before 141:16,024[A ]| Dully to$9$ coast along the shore, 141:16,025[A ]| But steer a course more unconfined and free, 141:16,026[A ]| Beyond the narrow bounds, that$6#1$ pent Antiquity. 141:16,027[A ]| Never till thee the Theatre possessed 141:16,028[A ]| A Prince with equal power and greatness blest: 141:16,029[A ]| No$2$ Government, or Laws it had, 141:16,030[A ]| To$9$ strengthen and establish it, 141:16,031[A ]| Till thy great hand the Sceptre swayed, 141:16,032[A ]| But groaned under a wretched Anarchy of wit. 141:16,033[A ]| Unformed and void was then its Poesy, 141:16,034[A ]| Only some preexisting matter we 141:16,035[A ]| Perhaps could see 141:16,036[A ]| That$6#1$ might foretell what was to$9$ be: 141:16,037[A ]| A rude and undigested lump it lay, 141:16,038[A ]| Like$4$ the old Chaos before the birth of light and day, 141:16,039[A ]| Till thy brave Genius like$4$ a new Creator came, 141:16,040[A ]| And undertook the mighty frame; 141:16,041[A ]| No$2$ shuffled Atoms did the well-built work compose, 141:16,042[A ]| It from no$2$ lucky hit of blundering chance arose 141:16,043[A ]| (As some of this great Fabric idly dream) 141:16,044[A ]| But wise all-seeing judgement did contrive, 141:16,045[A ]| And knowing art its graces give. 141:16,046[A ]| No$2$ sooner did thy Soul with active force and fire 141:16,047[A ]| The dull and heavy mass inspire, 141:16,048[A ]| But strait throughout it let us see 141:16,049[A ]| Proportion, order, harmony, 141:16,050[A ]| And every part did to$4$ the whole agree, 141:16,051[A ]| And strait appeared a beauteous new-made World of Poetry. 141:16,052[A ]| Let dull and ignorant Pretenders Art condemn 141:16,053[A ]| (Those only foes to$4$ Art and Art to$4$ them) 141:16,054[A ]| The mere Fanatics and Enthusiasts in$4$ Poetry 141:16,055[A ]| (For$3$ Schismatics in$4$ that$6#2$, as in$4$ Religion be) 141:16,056[A ]| Who$6#1$ make it all Revelation, Trance and Dream, 141:16,057[A ]| Let them despise her laws, and think 141:16,058[A ]| That$3$ Rules and Forms the Spirit stint: 141:16,059[A ]| Thine was no$2$ mad unruly frenzy of the brain 141:16,060[A ]| Which$6#1$ justly might deserve the chain: 141:16,061[A ]| It was brisk and mettled, but a managed rage, 141:16,062[A ]| Sprightly as vigorous youth, and cool as temperate age. 141:16,063[A ]| Free, like$4$ thy Will$0$, it did all force disdain 141:16,064[A ]| But suffered Reason's loose and easy rein, 141:16,065[A ]| By$4$ that$6#2$ it suffered to$9$ be led 141:16,066[A ]| Which$6#1$ did not curb poetic liberty, but guide. 141:16,067[A ]| Fancy, that$6#2$ wild and haggard Faculty, 141:16,068[A ]| Untamed in$4$ most and let at random fly, 141:16,069[A ]| Was wisely governed and reclaimed by$4$ thee, 141:16,070[A ]| Restraint and discipline was made endure, 141:16,071[A ]| And by$4$ thy calm and milder Judgement brought to$4$ lure: 141:16,072[A ]| Yet when it was at some nobler Quarry sent 141:16,073[A ]| With bold and towering wings it upwards went, 141:16,074[A ]| Not lessened at the greatest height, 141:16,075[A ]| Not turned by$4$ the most giddy flights of dazzling Wit. 141:16,076[A ]| Nature and Art, together met and joined, 141:16,077[A ]| Made up$5$ the character of thy great mind: 141:16,078[A ]| That$6#1$, like$4$ a bright and glorious sphere, 141:16,079[A ]| Appeared with numerous stars embellished over, 141:16,080[A ]| And much of light to$4$ thee, and much of influence bore: 141:16,081[A ]| This was the strong intelligence, whose power 141:16,082[A ]| Turned it about, and did the unerring motions steer. 141:16,083[A ]| Concurring both, like$4$ vital seed and heat, 141:16,084[A ]| The noble births they jointly did beget, 141:16,085[A ]| And hard it was to$9$ be thought, 141:16,086[A ]| Which$6#1$ most of force to$4$ the great generation brought. 141:16,087[A ]| So$5#2$ mingling elements compose our Body's frame 141:16,088[A ]| Fire, Water, Earth and Air 141:16,089[A ]| Alike their just proportions share: 141:16,090[A ]| Each undistinguished still remains the same, 141:16,091[A ]| Yet can not we say that$3$ either is here, or there, 141:16,092[A ]| But all we know not how are scattered every where. 141:16,093[A ]| Sober and grave was still the garb thy Muse put on$5$, 141:16,094[A ]| No$2$ tawdry, careless, slattern dress, 141:16,095[A ]| Nor starched and formal with affectedness, 141:16,096[A ]| Nor the cast Mode and Fashion of the Court and Town: 141:16,097[A ]| But neat, agreeable and jaunty it was, 141:16,098[A ]| Well-fitted it sat close in$4$ every place, 141:16,099[A ]| And all became with an uncommon Air and Grace. 141:16,100[A ]| Rich, costly and substantial was the Stuff, 141:16,101[A ]| Not barely smooth, nor yet too coarsely rough: 141:16,102[A ]| No$2$ refuse ill-patched Shreds of the Schools, 141:16,103[A ]| The motley wear of read and learned Fools. 141:16,104[A ]| No$2$ French Commodity, which$6#1$ now so$5#1$ much does take, 141:16,105[A ]| And our own better manufacture spoil; 141:16,106[A ]| Nor was it ought of foreign Soil; 141:16,107[A ]| But staple all, and all of English growth and make: 141:16,108[A ]| What Flowers soever of art it had, were found 141:16,109[A ]| No$2$ tinselled slight embroideries; 141:16,110[A ]| But all appeared, either the native ground, 141:16,111[A ]| Or twisted, wrought and interwoven with the piece. 141:16,112[A ]| Plain Humour, shewn with her whole various face, 141:16,113[A ]| Not masked with any antic dress, 141:16,114[A ]| Not screwed in$4$ forced ridiculous grimace 141:16,115[A ]| (The gaping Rabble's dull delight, 141:16,116[A ]| And more the Actor's than the Poet's wit) 141:16,117[A ]| Such did she enter on$4$ thy Stage, 141:16,118[A ]| And such was represented to$4$ the wondering Age. 141:16,119[A ]| Well wast thou skilled and read in$4$ human kind, 141:16,120[A ]| In$4$ every wild fantastic Passion of his mind: 141:16,121[A ]| Didst into all his hidden inclinations dive, 141:16,122[A ]| What each from Nature does receive, 141:16,123[A ]| Or Age, or Sex, or Quality, or Country give: 141:16,124[A ]| What Custom too, that$6#2$ mighty Sorceress, 141:16,125[A ]| Whose powerful Witchcraft does transform 141:16,126[A ]| Enchanted Man to$4$ several monstrous images, 141:16,127[A ]| Makes this an odd and freakish Monkey turn, 141:16,128[A ]| And that$6#2$ a grave and solemn Ass appear, 141:16,129[A ]| And all a thousand shapes of beastly folly wear: 141:16,130[A ]| Whatever Caprice, or Whimsy leads awry 141:16,131[A ]| Perverted and seduced Mortality; 141:16,132[A ]| Or does incline and bias it 141:16,133[A ]| From what is discreet and wise and right and good and fit; 141:16,134[A ]| All in$4$ thy faithful glass were so$5#2$ expressed, 141:16,135[A ]| As if they were reflections of thy breast, 141:16,136[A ]| As if they had been stamped on$4$ thy own mind, 141:16,137[A ]| And thou the universal vast Idea of Mankind. 141:16,138[A ]| Never didst thou with the same Dish repeated cloy, 141:16,139[A ]| Though every Dish, well-cooked by$4$ thee, 141:16,140[A ]| Contained a plentiful variety, 141:16,141[A ]| To$4$ all, that$6#1$ could sound relishing palates be: 141:16,142[A ]| Each Regale with new Delicacies did invite, 141:16,143[A ]| Courted the taste, and raised the appetite: 141:16,144[A ]| Whatever fresh dainty Fops in$4$ season were, 141:16,145[A ]| To$9$ garnish and set out thy bill of fare 141:16,146[A ]| (Those never found to$9$ fail throughout the year, 141:16,147[A ]| For$3$ seldom that$6#2$ ill-natured Planet rules, 141:16,148[A ]| That$6#1$ plagues a Poet with a dearth of Fools) 141:16,149[A ]| What thy strict observation ever surveyed, 141:16,150[A ]| From the fine luscious Spark of high and courtly breed, 141:16,151[A ]| Down to$4$ the dull insipid Cit, 141:16,152[A ]| Made thy pleased Audience entertainment fit, 141:16,153[A ]| Served up$5$ with all the grateful poignancies of Wit. 141:16,154[A ]| Most Plays are writ like$4$ Almanacs of late, 141:16,155[A ]| And serve one only year one only State; 141:16,156[A ]| Another makes them useless, stale and out of date; 141:16,157[A ]| But thine were wisely calculated fit 141:16,158[A ]| For$4$ each Meridian, every Clime of wit: 141:16,159[A ]| For$4$ all succeeding time and after-age, 141:16,160[A ]| And all Mankind might thy vast Audience sit, 141:16,161[A ]| And the whole World be justly made thy Stage. 141:16,162[A ]| Still they shall taking be, and ever new, 141:16,163[A ]| Still keep in$4$ vogue in$4$ spite of all the damning crew, 141:16,164[A ]| Till the last Scene of this great Theatre 141:16,165[A ]| Closed and shut down, 141:16,166[A ]| The numerous Actors all retire, 141:16,167[A ]| And the grand Play of human Life be done. 141:16,168[A ]| Beshrew their envious tongues, who$6#1$ seek to$9$ blast thy Bays, 141:16,169[A ]| Who$6#1$ Spots in$4$ thy bright fame would find, or raise, 141:16,170[A ]| And say it only shines with borrowed Rays. 141:16,171[A ]| Rich in$4$ thyself, to$4$ whose unbounded store 141:16,172[A ]| Exhausted Nature could vouchsafe no$2$ more; 141:16,173[A ]| Thou couldst alone the Empire of the Stage maintain, 141:16,174[A ]| Couldst all its grandeur and its port sustain, 141:16,175[A ]| Nor neededst others' Subsidies to$9$ pay, 141:16,176[A ]| Neededst no$2$ Tax on$4$ foreign, or thy native Country lay, 141:16,177[A ]| To$9$ bear the charges of thy purchased fame; 141:16,178[A ]| But thy own stock could raise the same, 141:16,179[A ]| Thy sole Revenue all the vast expense defray. 141:16,180[A ]| Yet, like$4$ some mighty Conqueror in$4$ Poetry, 141:16,181[A ]| Designed by$4$ Fate of choice to$9$ be 141:16,182[A ]| Founder of its new Universal Monarchy, 141:16,183[A ]| Boldly thou didst the learned World invade; 141:16,184[A ]| Whilst all around thy powerful Genius swayed: 141:16,185[A ]| Soon vanquished Rome and Greece were made submit, 141:16,186[A ]| Both were thy humble tributaries made, 141:16,187[A ]| And thou returndest in$4$ triumph with their captive Wit. 141:16,188[A ]| Unjust and more ill-natured those, 141:16,189[A ]| Thy weak, but spiteful and malicious Foes, 141:16,190[A ]| Who$6#1$ on$4$ thy happiest Talent fix a lie, 141:16,191[A ]| And call that$6#2$ slowness, which$6#1$ was care and industry. 141:16,192[A ]| Let me (with pride so$5#2$ to$9$ be guilty thought) 141:16,193[A ]| Share all thy wished Reproach, and share thy shame, 141:16,194[A ]| If diligence be deemed a fault 141:16,195[A ]| If to$9$ be faultless must deserve their blame. 141:16,196[A ]| Judge of thyself alone (for$3$ none there were, 141:16,197[A ]| Could be so$5#1$ just, or could be so$5#1$ severe) 141:16,198[A ]| Thou thy own Works didst strictly try 141:16,199[A ]| By$4$ known and uncontested Rules of Poetry, 141:16,200[A ]| And gavest thy Sentence still impartially. 141:16,201[A ]| With rigour thou arraignedst each guilty line, 141:16,202[A ]| And didst of each offending word define, 141:16,203[A ]| And sparedst no$2$ criminal Sense, because it was thine. 141:16,204[A ]| Unbribed by$4$ Favour, Love, or Self-conceit 141:16,205[A ]| (For$3$ never, or too seldom we, 141:16,206[A ]| Objects too near us, our own blemishes can see) 141:16,207[A ]| Thou didst no$2$ smallest delinquencies acquit, 141:16,208[A ]| But sawest them to$4$ Correction all submit, 141:16,209[A ]| Sawest Execution done on$4$ all convicted crimes of Wit. 141:16,210[A ]| Some curious Painter, taught by$4$ Art to$9$ dare, 141:16,211[A ]| (For$3$ they with Poets in$4$ that$6#2$ title share) 141:16,212[A ]| When he would undertake a glorious Frame 141:16,213[A ]| Of lasting worth, and fadeless as his fame; 141:16,214[A ]| Long he contrives and weighs the bold design, 141:16,215[A ]| Long holds his doubting hand, before he begin, 141:16,216[A ]| And justly then proportions every stroke and line, 141:16,217[A ]| And oft he brings it to$4$ review, 141:16,218[A ]| And oft he does deface, and dashes oft anew, 141:16,219[A ]| And mixes oil to$9$ make the flitting colours dure, 141:16,220[A ]| To$9$ keep them from the tarnish of injurious time secure: 141:16,221[A ]| Finished at length in$4$ all, that$6#1$ care and skill can do, 141:16,222[A ]| The matchless Piece is set to$4$ public view, 141:16,223[A ]| And all surprised about it wondering stand, 141:16,224[A ]| And though no$2$ name be found below, 141:16,225[A ]| Yet strait discern the inimitable hand, 141:16,226[A ]| And strait they cry, it is Titian, or it is Angelo: 141:16,227[A ]| So$5#2$ thy brave Soul, that$6#1$ scorned all cheap and easy ways, 141:16,228[A ]| And trod no$2$ common ground to$9$ praise, 141:16,229[A ]| Would not with rash and speedy negligence proceed 141:16,230[A ]| (For$3$ whoever saw Perfection grown in$4$ haste? 141:16,231[A ]| Or that$6#2$ soon done, which$6#1$ must forever last?) 141:16,232[A ]| But gently did advance with wary heed, 141:16,233[A ]| And shewed that$3$ Mastery is most in$4$ justness read. 141:16,234[A ]| Nought ever issued from thy teeming breast, 141:16,235[A ]| But what had gone full time, could write exactly best, 141:16,236[A ]| And stand the sharpest censure, and defy the rigidest Test. 141:16,237[A ]| It was thus the Almighty Poet (if we dare 141:16,238[A ]| Our weak and meaner Acts with his compare) 141:16,239[A ]| When He the World's fair Poem did of old design, 141:16,240[A ]| That$6#2$ Work, which$6#1$ now must boast no$2$ longer date than thine, 141:16,241[A ]| Though it was in$4$ him alike to$9$ will$1$ and do, 141:16,242[A ]| Though the same word, that$6#1$ spoke, could make it too: 141:16,243[A ]| Yet would he not such quick and hasty methods use, 141:16,244[A ]| Nor did an instant (which$6#1$ it might) the great Effect produce; 141:16,245[A ]| But when the All-wise himself in$4$ council sat, 141:16,246[A ]| Vouchsafed to$9$ think and be deliberate; 141:16,247[A ]| When Heaven considered, and the Eternal Wit and sense 141:16,248[A ]| Seemed to$9$ take time and care and pains 141:16,249[A ]| It shewed that$3$ some uncommon birth 141:16,250[A ]| That$3$ something worthy of a God was coming forth. 141:16,251[A ]| Nought uncorrect there was, nought faulty there, 141:16,252[A ]| No$2$ Point amiss did in$4$ the large voluminous Piece appear: 141:16,253[A ]| And when the glorious Author all surveyed, 141:16,254[A ]| Surveyed whatever his mighty labours made, 141:16,255[A ]| Well-pleased he was to$9$ find 141:16,256[A ]| All answered the great Model and Idea of his Mind 141:16,257[A ]| Pleased at himself he in$4$ high wonder stood, 141:16,258[A ]| And much his power and much his wisdom did applaud, 141:16,259[A ]| To$9$ see how all was perfect, all transcendent good. 141:16,260[A ]| Let meaner Spirits stoop to$4$ low precarious fame, 141:16,261[A ]| Content on$4$ gross and coarse applause to$9$ live, 141:16,262[A ]| And what the dull and senseless Rabble give, 141:16,263[A ]| Thou didst it still with noble scorn contemn, 141:16,264[A ]| Nor wouldst that$6#2$ wretched Alms receive, 141:16,265[A ]| The poor Subsistence of some bankrupt sordid name. 141:16,266[A ]| Thine was no$2$ empty vapour, raised beneath, 141:16,267[A ]| And formed of common breath, 141:16,268[A ]| The false and foolish fire, that$6#1$ is whisked about 141:16,269[A ]| By$4$ popular Air, and glares a while, and then goes out: 141:16,270[A ]| But it was a solid, whole and perfect globe of light, 141:16,271[A ]| That$6#1$ shone all over, was all over bright, 141:16,272[A ]| And dared all sullying clouds, and feared no$2$ darkening night. 141:16,273[A ]| Like$4$ the gay Monarch of the Stars and Sky, 141:16,274[A ]| Who$6#1$ wheresoever he does display 141:16,275[A ]| His Sovereign lustre and majestic ray, 141:16,276[A ]| Strait all the less and petty glories nigh 141:16,277[A ]| Vanish and shrink away, 141:16,278[A ]| Overwhelmed and swallowed by$4$ the greater blaze of day: 141:16,279[A ]| With such a strong, an awful and victorious beam 141:16,280[A ]| Appeared (and ever shall appear) thy Fame, 141:16,281[A ]| Viewed and adored by$4$ all the undoubted race of wit, 141:16,282[A ]| Who$6#1$ only can endure to$9$ look on$4$ it, 141:16,283[A ]| The rest overcome with too much light, 141:16,284[A ]| With too much brightness dazzled, or extinguished quite. 141:16,285[A ]| Restless and uncontrolled it now shall pass 141:16,286[A ]| As wide a course about the world as he, 141:16,287[A ]| And when his long-repeated travels cease, 141:16,288[A ]| Begin a new and vaster race, 141:16,289[A ]| And still tread round the endless circle of Eternity. 141:18,000@@@@@| 141:18,000[' ]| 141:18,001[A ]| Phillis, it is owned, I am your Slave, 141:18,002[A ]| This happy moment dates your Reign; 141:18,003[A ]| No$2$ force of Human Power can save 141:18,004[A ]| My captive Heart, that$6#1$ wears your chain: 141:18,005[A ]| But when my Conquest you designed; 141:18,006[A ]| Pardon, bright Nymph, if I declare, 141:18,007[A ]| It was unjust, and too severe, 141:18,008[A ]| Thus to$9$ attack me from behind. 141:18,009[A ]| Against the Charms, your Eyes impart, 141:18,010[A ]| With care I had secured my Heart; 141:18,011[A ]| On$4$ all the wonders of your Face 141:18,012[A ]| Could safely and unwounded gaze: 141:18,013[A ]| But now entirely to$9$ enthrall 141:18,014[A ]| My Breast, you have exposed to$4$ view 141:18,015[A ]| Another more resistless Foe, 141:18,016[A ]| From which$6#1$ I had no$2$ guard at all. 141:18,017[A ]| At first assault constrained to$9$ yield, 141:18,018[A ]| My vanquished Heart resigned the Field, 141:18,019[A ]| My Freedom to$4$ that$6#2$ Conqueror 141:18,020[A ]| Became a prey that$6#2$ very hour: 141:18,021[A ]| The subtle Traitor, who$6#1$ unspied 141:18,022[A ]| Had lurked till now in$4$ close disguise, 141:18,023[A ]| Lay all his life in$4$ ambush hid 141:18,024[A ]| At last to$9$ kill me by$4$ surprise. 141:18,025[A ]| A sudden Heat my Breast inspired, 141:18,026[A ]| The piercing flame, like$4$ Lightning, sent 141:18,027[A ]| From that$6#2$ new dawning Firmament 141:18,028[A ]| Through every Vein my Spirits fired; 141:18,029[A ]| My Heart, before averse to$4$ Love, 141:18,030[A ]| No$2$ longer could a Rebel prove; 141:18,031[A ]| When on$4$ the Grass you did display 141:18,032[A ]| Your radiant BUM to$4$ my survey, 141:18,033[A ]| And shamed the lustre of the Day. 141:18,034[A ]| The Sun in$4$ Heaven, abashed to$9$ see 141:18,035[A ]| A thing more gay, more bright than He, 141:18,036[A ]| Struck with disgrace, as well he might, 141:18,037[A ]| Thought to$9$ drive back the Steeds of Light: 141:18,038[A ]| His Beams he now thought useless grown, 141:18,039[A ]| That$6#1$ better were by$4$ yours supplied, 141:18,040[A ]| But having once seen your Back-side, 141:18,041[A ]| For$4$ shame he durst not shew his own. 141:18,042[A ]| Forsaking every Wood and Grove, 141:18,043[A ]| The Sylvans ravished at the sight, 141:18,044[A ]| In$4$ pressing Crowds about you strove, 141:18,045[A ]| Gazing, and lost in$4$ wonder quite: 141:18,046[A ]| Fond Zephyr, seeing your rich store 141:18,047[A ]| Of Beauty, undescried before, 141:18,048[A ]| Enamored of each lovely Grace, 141:18,049[A ]| Before his own dear Flora's face, 141:18,050[A ]| Could not forbear to$9$ kiss the place. 141:18,051[A ]| The beauteous Queen of Flowers, the Rose, 141:18,052[A ]| In$4$ blushes did her shame disclose: 141:18,053[A ]| Pale Lilies drooped, and hung their heads, 141:18,054[A ]| And shrunk for$4$ fear into their Beds: 141:18,055[A ]| The amorous Narcissus too, 141:18,056[A ]| Reclaimed of fond self-love by$4$ you, 141:18,057[A ]| His former vain desire cashiered, 141:18,058[A ]| And your fair Breech alone admired. 141:18,059[A ]| When this bright Object greets our sight, 141:18,060[A ]| All others lose their Lustre quite: 141:18,061[A ]| Your Eyes that$6#1$ shoot such pointed Rays, 141:18,062[A ]| And all the Beauties of your Face, 141:18,063[A ]| Like$4$ dwindling Stars, that$6#1$ fly away 141:18,064[A ]| At the approach of brighter Day, 141:18,065[A ]| No$2$ more regard, or value bear, 141:18,066[A ]| But when its Glories disappear. 141:18,067[A ]| Of some ill Qualities they tell, 141:18,068[A ]| Which$6#1$ justly give me cause to$9$ fear; 141:18,069[A ]| But that$6#2$, which$6#1$ most begets despair, 141:18,070[A ]| It has no$2$ sense of Love at all: 141:18,071[A ]| More hard than Adamant it is, 141:18,072[A ]| They say, that$3$ no$2$ Impression takes, 141:18,073[A ]| It has no$2$ Ears, nor any Eyes, 141:18,074[A ]| And rarely, very rarely, speaks. 141:18,075[A ]| Yet I must love it, and own my Flame, 141:18,076[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ the world I thus rehearse, 141:18,077[A ]| Throughout the spacious coasts of Fame 141:18,078[A ]| To$9$ stand recorded in$4$ my Verse: 141:18,079[A ]| No$2$ other subject, or design 141:18,080[A ]| Henceforth shall be my Muse's Theme, 141:18,081[A ]| But with just Praises to$9$ proclaim 141:18,082[A ]| The fairest ARSE, that$6#1$ ever was seen. 141:18,083[A ]| In$4$ pity gentle Phillis hide 141:18,084[A ]| The dazzling Beams of your Back-side; 141:18,085[A ]| For$3$ should they shine unclouded long, 141:18,086[A ]| All human kind could be undone. 141:18,087[A ]| Not the bright Goddesses on$4$ high, 141:18,088[A ]| That$6#1$ reign above the starry Sky, 141:18,089[A ]| Should they turn up$5$ to$4$ open view 141:18,090[A ]| All their immortal Tails, can shew 141:18,091[A ]| An Arse-h*** so$5#1$ divine as you. 141:20,000@@@@@| 141:20,000[' ]| 141:20,000[' ]| 141:20,000[' ]| 141:20,000[' ]| 141:20,000[' ]| 141:20,000[' ]| 141:20,000[' ]| 141:20,000[' ]| 141:20,001[A ]| Not I, I never vainly durst pretend 141:20,002[A ]| My Follies and my Frailties to$9$ defend: 141:20,003[A ]| I own my Faults, if it avail to$9$ own, 141:20,004[A ]| While like$4$ a graceless wretch I still go on$5$: 141:20,005[A ]| I hate myself, but yet in$4$ spite of Fate 141:20,006[A ]| Am fain to$9$ be that$6#2$ loathed thing I hate: 141:20,007[A ]| In$4$ vain I would shake off this load of Love, 141:20,008[A ]| Too hard to$9$ bear, yet harder to$9$ remove: 141:20,009[A ]| I want the strength my fierce Desires to$9$ stem, 141:20,010[A ]| Hurried away by$4$ the impetuous stream. 141:20,011[A ]| It is not one Face alone subdues my Heart, 141:20,012[A ]| But each wears Charms, and every Eye a Dart: 141:20,013[A ]| And wheresoever I cast my Looks abroad, 141:20,014[A ]| In$4$ every place I find Temptations strowed. 141:20,015[A ]| The modest kills me with her down-cast Eyes, 141:20,016[A ]| And Love his ambush lays in$4$ that$6#2$ disguise. 141:20,017[A ]| The Brisk allures me with her gaity, 141:20,018[A ]| And shews how Active she in$4$ Bed will$1$ be: 141:20,019[A ]| If Coy, like$4$ cloistered Virgins, she appears, 141:20,020[A ]| She but dissembles, what she most desires: 141:20,021[A ]| If she be versed in$4$ Arts, and deeply read, 141:20,022[A ]| I long to$9$ get a learned Maidenhead: 141:20,023[A ]| Or if Untaught and Ignorant she be, 141:20,024[A ]| She takes me then with her simplicity: 141:20,025[A ]| One likes my Verses, and commends each Line, 141:20,026[A ]| And swears that$3$ Cowley's are but dull to$4$ mine: 141:20,027[A ]| Her in$4$ mere Gratitude I must approve, 141:20,028[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$, but would his kind Applauder love? 141:20,029[A ]| Another damns my Poetry, and me, 141:20,030[A ]| And plays the Critic most judiciously: 141:20,031[A ]| And she too fires my Heart, and she too charms, 141:20,032[A ]| And I am agog to$9$ have her in$4$ my arms. 141:20,033[A ]| One with her soft and wanton Trip does please, 141:20,034[A ]| And prints in$4$ every step, she sets, a Grace: 141:20,035[A ]| Another walks with stiff ungainly tread; 141:20,036[A ]| But she may learn more pliantness abed. 141:20,037[A ]| This sweetly sings; her Voice does Love inspire, 141:20,038[A ]| And every Breath kindles and blows the fire: 141:20,039[A ]| Who$6#2$ can forbear to$9$ kiss those Lips, whose sound 141:20,040[A ]| The ravished Ears does with such softness wound? 141:20,041[A ]| That$6#2$ sweetly plays: and while her Fingers move, 141:20,042[A ]| While over the bounding Strings their touches rove, 141:20,043[A ]| My Heart leaps too, and every Pulse beats Love: 141:20,044[A ]| What Reason is so$5#1$ powerful to$9$ withstand 141:20,045[A ]| The magic force of that$6#2$ resistless Hand? 141:20,046[A ]| Another Dances to$4$ a Miracle, 141:20,047[A ]| And moves her numerous Limbs with graceful skill: 141:20,048[A ]| And she, or else the Devil is in$4$ it, must charm, 141:20,049[A ]| A touch of her would bed-rid Hermits warm. 141:20,050[A ]| If tall; I guess what plenteous Game she will$1$ yield, 141:20,051[A ]| Where Pleasure ranges over so$5#1$ wide a Field: 141:20,052[A ]| If low; she is pretty: both alike invite, 141:20,053[A ]| The Dwarf, and Giant both my wishes fit. 141:20,054[A ]| Undressed; I think how killing she would appear, 141:20,055[A ]| If armed with all Advantages she were: 141:20,056[A ]| Richly attired; she is the gay Bait of Love, 141:20,057[A ]| And knows with Art to$9$ set her Beauties off. 141:20,058[A ]| I like$1$ the Fair, I like$1$ the Red-haired one, 141:20,059[A ]| And I can find attractions in$4$ the Brown: 141:20,060[A ]| If curling Jet adorn her snowy Neck, 141:20,061[A ]| The beauteous Leda is reported Black: 141:20,062[A ]| If curling Gold; Aurora is painted so$5#2$: 141:20,063[A ]| All sorts of Histories my Love does know. 141:20,064[A ]| I like$1$ the Young with all her blooming Charms, 141:20,065[A ]| And Age itself is welcome to$4$ my Arms: 141:20,066[A ]| There uncropped Beauty in$4$ its flower assails, 141:20,067[A ]| Experience here, and riper sense prevails. 141:20,068[A ]| In$4$ fine, whatever of the Sex are known 141:20,069[A ]| To$9$ stock this spacious and well-furnished Town; 141:20,070[A ]| Whatever any single man can find 141:20,071[A ]| Agreeable of all the numerous kind: 141:20,072[A ]| At all alike my haggard Love does fly, 141:20,073[A ]| And each is Game, and each a Miss for$4$ me. 141:22,000@@@@@| 141:22,000[' ]| 141:22,000[' ]| 141:22,000[' ]| 141:22,000[' ]| 141:22,000[' ]| 141:22,001[A ]| I have heard, my Friend, and heard it said by$4$ you, 141:22,002[A ]| No$2$ Man at once could ever well love two: 141:22,003[A ]| But I was much deceived upon$4$ that$6#2$ score, 141:22,004[A ]| For$3$ single I at once love one, and more: 141:22,005[A ]| Two at one time reign jointly in$4$ my Breast, 141:22,006[A ]| Both handsome are, both charming, both well-dressed, 141:22,007[A ]| And hang me, if I know, which$6#1$ takes me best: 141:22,008[A ]| This Fairer is than that$6#2$, and that$6#2$ than this, 141:22,009[A ]| That$6#2$ more than this, and this than that$6#2$ does please: 141:22,010[A ]| Tost, like$4$ a Ship, by$4$ different gusts of Love, 141:22,011[A ]| Now to$4$ this point, and now to$4$ that$6#2$ I move. 141:22,012[A ]| Why, Love, why dost thou double thus my pains? 141:22,013[A ]| Was it not enough to$9$ bear one Tyrant's chains? 141:22,014[A ]| Why, Goddess, dost thou vainly lavish more 141:22,015[A ]| On$4$ one, that$6#1$ was top-full of Love before? 141:22,016[A ]| Yet thus I would rather love, than not at all, 141:22,017[A ]| May that$6#2$ ill Curse my Enemies befall: 141:22,018[A ]| May my worst Foe be damned to$4$ love of none, 141:22,019[A ]| Be damned to$4$ Continence, and lie alone: 141:22,020[A ]| Let Love's alarms each night disturb my Rest, 141:22,021[A ]| And drowsy sleep never approach my Breast, 141:22,022[A ]| Or strait-way thence by$4$ new Pleasures chased. 141:22,023[A ]| Let Pleasures in$4$ succession keep my Sense 141:22,024[A ]| Ever awake, or ever in$4$ a Trance: 141:22,025[A ]| Let me lie melting in$4$ my fair One's Arms, 141:22,026[A ]| Riot in$4$ Bliss, and surfeit on$4$ her Charms: 141:22,027[A ]| Let her undo me there without control, 141:22,028[A ]| Drain nature quite, suck out my very Soul: 141:22,029[A ]| And, if by$4$ one I can not enough be drawn, 141:22,030[A ]| Give me another, clap more leeches on$5$. 141:22,031[A ]| The gods have made me of the sporting kind, 141:22,032[A ]| And for$4$ the Feat my Pliant Limbs designed: 141:22,033[A ]| What Nature has in$4$ Bulk to$4$ me denied, 141:22,034[A ]| In$4$ Sinews and in$4$ vigour is supplied: 141:22,035[A ]| And should my Strength be wanting to$4$ Desire, 141:22,036[A ]| Pleasure would add new Fuel to$4$ the Fire: 141:22,037[A ]| Oft in$4$ soft Battles have I spent the Night, 141:22,038[A ]| Yet rose next morning vigorous for$4$ the Fight, 141:22,039[A ]| Fresh as the Day, and active as the Light: 141:22,040[A ]| No$2$ Maid, that$6#1$ ever under me took pay, 141:22,041[A ]| From my Embrace went unobliged away. 141:22,042[A ]| Blessed he, who$6#1$ in$4$ Love's service yields his Breath, 141:22,043[A ]| Grant me, ye Gods, so$5#1$ sweet, so$5#1$ wished a Death! 141:22,044[A ]| In$4$ bloody Fields let Soldiers meet their Fate, 141:22,045[A ]| To$9$ purchase dear-bought Honour at the rate: 141:22,046[A ]| Let greedy Merchants trust the faithless Main, 141:22,047[A ]| And shipwreck Life and Soul for$4$ sordid gain: 141:22,048[A ]| Dying, let me expire in$4$ gasps of lust, 141:22,049[A ]| And in$4$ a gush of Joy give up$5$ the ghost: 141:22,050[A ]| And some kind pitying friend shall say of me, 141:22,051[A ]| So$5#2$ did he live, and so$5#2$ deserved to$9$ die. 141:24,000@@@@@| 141:24,000[' ]| 141:24,000[' ]| 141:24,001[A ]| Late as I on$4$ my Bed reposing lay, 141:24,002[A ]| And in$4$ soft sleep forgot the Toils of Day, 141:24,003[A ]| Myself, my Cares, and Love, all charmed to$4$ Rest, 141:24,004[A ]| And all the Tumults of my waking Breast, 141:24,005[A ]| Quiet and calm, as was the silent Night, 141:24,006[A ]| Whose stillness did to$4$ that$6#2$ blessed sleep invite; 141:24,007[A ]| I dreamt, and strait this visionary Scene 141:24,008[A ]| Did with Delight my Fancy entertain. 141:24,009[A ]| I saw, methought, a lonely Privacy, 141:24,010[A ]| Remote alike from man's and Heaven's Eye, 141:24,011[A ]| Girt with the covert of a shady Grove, 141:24,012[A ]| Dark as my thoughts, and secret as my Love: 141:24,013[A ]| Hard by$4$ a Stream did with that$6#2$ softness creep, 141:24,014[A ]| As it were by$4$ its own murmurs hushed asleep; 141:24,015[A ]| On$4$ its green Bank under a spreading Tree, 141:24,016[A ]| At once a pleasant, and a sheltering Canopy, 141:24,017[A ]| There I, and there my dear Cosmelia sat, 141:24,018[A ]| Nor envied Monarchs in$4$ our safe Retreat: 141:24,019[A ]| So$5#2$ heretofore were the first Lovers laid 141:24,020[A ]| On$4$ the same Turf of which$6#1$ themselves were made. 141:24,021[A ]| A while I did her charming Glories view, 141:24,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ their former Conquests added new; 141:24,023[A ]| A while my wanton hand was pleased to$9$ rove 141:24,024[A ]| Through all the hidden Labyrinths of Love; 141:24,025[A ]| Ten thousand Kisses on$4$ her Lips I fixed, 141:24,026[A ]| Which$6#1$ she with interfering Kisses mixed, 141:24,027[A ]| Eager as those of Lovers are in$4$ Death, 141:24,028[A ]| When they give up$5$ their Souls too with the Breath. 141:24,029[A ]| Love by$4$ these Freedoms first became more bold. 141:24,030[A ]| At length unruly, and too fierce to$9$ hold: 141:24,031@a | See then 141:24,031[A ]| (said I) 141:24,031@a | and pity, charming Fair, 141:24,032@a | Yield quickly, yield; I can no$2$ longer bear 141:24,033@a | The impatient Sallies of a Bliss so$5#1$ near: 141:24,034@a | You must, and you alone these storms appease, 141:24,035@a | And lay those Spirits which$6#1$ your Charms could raise; 141:24,036@a | Come, and in$4$ equal Floods let us quench our Flame, 141:24,037@a | Come let us ~~ 141:24,037[A ]| and unawares I went to$9$ name 141:24,038[A ]| The Thing, but stopped and blushed methought in$4$ Dream. 141:24,039[A ]| At first she did the rude Address disown, 141:24,040[A ]| And checked my Boldness with an angry Frown, 141:24,041[A ]| But yielding Glances, and consenting Eyes 141:24,042[A ]| Proved the soft Traitors to$4$ her forced Disguise; 141:24,043[A ]| And soon her looks with anger rough erewhile, 141:24,044[A ]| Sunk in$4$ the dimples of a calmer smile: 141:24,045[A ]| Then with a sigh into these words she broke, 141:24,046[A ]| And printed melting Kisses as she spoke: 141:24,047@b | Too strong, Philander, is thy powerful Art 141:24,048@b | To$9$ take a feeble Maid's ill-guarded Heart: 141:24,049@b | Too long I have struggled with my Bliss in$4$ vain, 141:24,050@b | Too long opposed what I oft wished to$9$ gain, 141:24,051@b | Loath to$9$ consent, yet loather to$9$ deny, 141:24,052@b | At once I court, and shun Felicity: 141:24,053@b | I can not, will$1$ not yield; ~~ and yet I must, 141:24,054@b | Lest to$4$ my own Desires I prove unjust: 141:24,055@b | Sweet Ravisher! what Love commands thee, do; 141:24,056@b | Though I am displeased, I shall forgive thee too, 141:24,057@b | Too well thou knowest; ~~ 141:24,057[A ]| and there my hand she pressed, 141:24,058[A ]| And said no$2$ more, but blushed and smiled the rest. 141:24,059[A ]| Ravished at the new grant, fierce eager I 141:24,060[A ]| Leaped furious on$5$, and seized my trembling Prey; 141:24,061[A ]| With guarding Arms she first my force repelled, 141:24,062[A ]| Shrunk, and drew back, and would not seem to$9$ yield; 141:24,063[A ]| Unwilling to$9$ overcome, she faintly strove, 141:24,064[A ]| One hand pulled to$5$, what the other did remove: 141:24,065[A ]| So$5#1$ feeble are the strugglings, and so$5#1$ weak 141:24,066[A ]| In$4$ sleep we seem, and only seem to$9$ make: 141:24,067@b | Forbear! 141:24,067[A ]| (she said) 141:24,067@b | ah, gentle Youth, forbear 141:24,068[A ]| (And still she hugged, and clasped me still more near) 141:24,069@b | Ah! will$1$ you? will$1$ you force my Ruin so$5#2$? 141:24,070@b | Ah! do not, do not, do not; ~~ let me go. 141:24,071[A ]| What followed was above the power of Verse, 141:24,072[A ]| Above the reach of Fancy to$9$ rehearse: 141:24,073[A ]| Not dying Saints enjoy such Ecstasies, 141:24,074[A ]| When they in$4$ Vision antedate their Bliss; 141:24,075[A ]| Not Dreams of a young Prophet are so$5#1$ blessed, 141:24,076[A ]| When holy Trances first inspire his Breast, 141:24,077[A ]| And the God enters there to$9$ be a Guest. 141:24,078[A ]| Let duller Mortals other Pleasures prize, 141:24,079[A ]| Pleasures which$6#1$ enter at the waking Eyes, 141:24,080[A ]| Might I each Night such sweet Enjoyments find, 141:24,081[A ]| I would wink forever, be forever blind. 141:26,000@@@@@| 141:26,000[' ]| 141:26,000[' ]| 141:26,000[' ]| 141:26,000[' ]| 141:26,001[A ]| If you are so$5#1$ out of love with Happiness, 141:26,002[A ]| To$9$ quit a College-life, and learned ease; 141:26,003[A ]| Convince me first, and some good Reasons give, 141:26,004[A ]| What methods and designs you will$1$ take to$9$ love: 141:26,005[A ]| For$3$ such Resolves are needful in$4$ the Case, 141:26,006[A ]| Before you tread the world's mysterious Maze: 141:26,007[A ]| Without the Premisses in$4$ vain you will$1$ try 141:26,008[A ]| To$9$ live by$4$ Systems of Philosophy: 141:26,009[A ]| Your Aristotle, Cartes, and Le-Grand, 141:26,010[A ]| And Euclid too in$4$ little stead will$1$ stand. 141:26,011[A ]| How many men of choice and noted parts, 141:26,012[A ]| Well fraught with Learning, Languages, and Arts, 141:26,013[A ]| Designing high Preferment in$4$ their mind, 141:26,014[A ]| And little doubting good success to$9$ find, 141:26,015[A ]| With vast and towering Thoughts have flocked to$4$ Town, 141:26,016[A ]| But to$4$ their cost soon found themselves undone, 141:26,017[A ]| Now to$9$ repent, and starve at leisure left, 141:26,018[A ]| Of misery's last Comfort, Hope, bereft? 141:26,019[A ]| These failed for$4$ want of good Advice, you cry, 141:26,020[A ]| Because at first they fixed on$4$ no$2$ employ: 141:26,021[A ]| Well then, let us draw the Prospect and the Scene 141:26,022[A ]| To$4$ all advantage possibly we can: 141:26,023[A ]| The world lies now before you, let me hear, 141:26,024[A ]| What course your Judgment counsels you to$9$ steer: 141:26,025[A ]| Always considered, that$3$ your whole Estate, 141:26,026[A ]| And all your Fortune lies beneath your Hat: 141:26,027[A ]| Were you the Son of some rich Usurer, 141:26,028[A ]| That$6#1$ starved and damned himself to$9$ make his Heir 141:26,029[A ]| Left nought to$9$ do, but to$9$ inter the Sot, 141:26,030[A ]| And spend with ease what he with pains had got; 141:26,031[A ]| It were easy to$9$ advise how you might live, 141:26,032[A ]| Nor would there need instruction then to$9$ give: 141:26,033[A ]| But you, that$6#1$ boast of no$2$ Inheritance, 141:26,034[A ]| Save that$6#2$ small stock, which$6#1$ lies within your Brains, 141:26,035[A ]| Learning must be your Trade, and therefore weigh 141:26,036[A ]| With heed, how you your Game the best may play; 141:26,037[A ]| Bethink yourself a while, and then propose 141:26,038[A ]| What way of Life is fittest for$4$ you to$9$ choose. 141:26,039[A ]| If you for$4$ Orders, and a Gown design, 141:26,040[A ]| Consider only this, dear Friend of mine, 141:26,041[A ]| The Church is grown so$5#1$ overstocked of late, 141:26,042[A ]| That$3$ if you walk abroad, you will$1$ hardly meet 141:26,043[A ]| More Porters now than Parsons in$4$ the street. 141:26,044[A ]| At every Corner they are forced to$9$ ply 141:26,045[A ]| For$4$ Jobs of hawkering Divinity: 141:26,046[A ]| And half the number of the Sacred Herd 141:26,047[A ]| Are fain to$9$ stroll and wander unpreferred: 141:26,048[A ]| If this, or thoughts of such a weighty Charge 141:26,049[A ]| Make you resolve to$9$ keep yourself at large; 141:26,050[A ]| For$4$ want of better opportunity, 141:26,051[A ]| A School must your next Sanctuary be: 141:26,052[A ]| Go, wed some Grammar-Bridewel, and a Wife, 141:26,053[A ]| And there beat Greek and Latin for$4$ your life: 141:26,054[A ]| With birchen Sceptre there command at will$0$, 141:26,055[A ]| Greater than Busby's self, or Doctor*Gill: 141:26,056[A ]| But who$6#2$ would be to$4$ the vile Drudgery bound 141:26,057[A ]| Where there so$5#1$ small encouragement is found? 141:26,058[A ]| Where you for$4$ recompense of all your pains 141:26,059[A ]| Shall hardly reach a common Fiddler's gains? 141:26,060[A ]| For$3$ when you have toiled and laboured all you can, 141:26,061[A ]| To$9$ dung and cultivate a barren Brain: 141:26,062[A ]| A Dancing-Master shall be better paid, 141:26,063[A ]| Though he instructs the Heels, and you the Head: 141:26,064[A ]| To$4$ such Indulgence are kind Parents grown, 141:26,065[A ]| That$3$ nought costs less in$4$ Breeding than a Son: 141:26,066[A ]| Nor is it hard to$9$ find a Father now, 141:26,067[A ]| Shall more upon$4$ a Setting-dog allow: 141:26,068[A ]| And with a freer hand reward the Care 141:26,069[A ]| Of training up$5$ his Spaniel, than his Heir. 141:26,070[A ]| Some think themselves exalted to$4$ the Sky, 141:26,071[A ]| If they light in$4$ some noble Family: 141:26,072[A ]| Diet, an Horse, and thirty pounds a year, 141:26,073[A ]| Besides the advantage of his Lordship's ear, 141:26,074[A ]| The credit of the business, and the State, 141:26,075[A ]| Are things that$6#1$ in$4$ a Youngster's Sense sound great. 141:26,076[A ]| Little the unexperienced Wretch does know, 141:26,077[A ]| What slavery he oft must undergo: 141:26,078[A ]| Who$6#1$ though in$4$ silken Scarf and Cassock dressed, 141:26,079[A ]| Wears but a gayer Livery at best: 141:26,080[A ]| When Dinner calls the Implement must wait 141:26,081[A ]| With holy Words to$9$ consecrate the Meat: 141:26,082[A ]| But hold it for$4$ a Favour seldom known, 141:26,083[A ]| If he be deigned the Honour to$9$ sit down. 141:26,084[A ]| Soon as the Tarts appear, Sir*Crape, withdraw! 141:26,085[A ]| Those Dainties are not for$4$ a spiritual Maw: 141:26,086[A ]| Observe your distance, and be sure to$9$ stand 141:26,087[A ]| Hard by$4$ the Cistern with your Cap in$4$ hand: 141:26,088[A ]| There for$4$ diversion you may pick your Teeth, 141:26,089[A ]| Till the kind Voider comes for$4$ your Relief: 141:26,090[A ]| For$4$ mere Board-wages such their Freedom sell, 141:26,091[A ]| Slaves to$4$ an Hour, and Vassals to$4$ a Bell: 141:26,092[A ]| And if the enjoyment of one day be stole, 141:26,093[A ]| They are but Prisoners out upon$4$ Parole: 141:26,094[A ]| Always the marks of slavery remain, 141:26,095[A ]| And they, though loose, still drag about their Chain. 141:26,096[A ]| And where is the mighty Prospect after all, 141:26,097[A ]| A Chaplainship served up$5$, and seven years' Thrall? 141:26,098[A ]| The menial thing perhaps for$4$ a Reward 141:26,099[A ]| Is to$4$ some slender Benefice preferred, 141:26,100[A ]| With this Proviso bound, that$3$ he must wed 141:26,101[A ]| My Lady's antiquated Waiting-maid, 141:26,102[A ]| In$4$ Dressing only skilled, and Marmalade. 141:26,103[A ]| Let others who$6#1$ such meannesses can brook, 141:26,104[A ]| Strike Countenance to$4$ every Great man's Look: 141:26,105[A ]| Let those that$6#1$ have a mind, turn slaves to$9$ eat, 141:26,106[A ]| And live contented by$4$ another's Plate: 141:26,107[A ]| I rate my Freedom higher, nor will$1$ I 141:26,108[A ]| For$4$ Food and Raiment truck my Liberty. 141:26,109[A ]| But, if I must to$4$ my last shifts be put, 141:26,110[A ]| To$9$ fill a Bladder, and twelve yards of Gut: 141:26,111[A ]| Rather with counterfeited wooden Leg, 141:26,112[A ]| And my right Arm tied up$5$, I will$1$ chuse to$9$ beg: 141:26,113[A ]| I will$1$ rather chuse to$9$ starve at large, than be 141:26,114[A ]| The gaudiest Vassal to$4$ Dependency. 141:26,115[A ]| It has ever been the top of my Desires, 141:26,116[A ]| The utmost height to$4$ which$6#1$ my wish aspires, 141:26,117[A ]| That$3$ Heaven would bless me with a small Estate, 141:26,118[A ]| Where I might find a close obscure retreat; 141:26,119[A ]| There, free from Noise, and all ambitious ends, 141:26,120[A ]| Enjoy a few choice Books, and fewer Friends, 141:26,121[A ]| Lord of myself, accountable to$4$ none, 141:26,122[A ]| But to$4$ my Conscience, and my God alone: 141:26,123[A ]| There live unthought of, and unheard of, die, 141:26,124[A ]| And grudge Mankind my very memory. 141:26,125[A ]| But since the Blessing is (I find) too great 141:26,126[A ]| For$4$ me to$9$ wish for$5$, or expect of Fate: 141:26,127[A ]| Yet, maugre all the spite of Destiny, 141:26,128[A ]| My Thoughts and Actions are, and shall be free. 141:26,129[A ]| A certain Author, very grave and sage, 141:26,130[A ]| This Story tells: no$2$ matter, what the Page. 141:26,131[A ]| One time, as they walked forth before break of day, 141:26,132[A ]| The Wolf and Dog encountered on$4$ the way: 141:26,133[A ]| Famished the one, meagre, and lean of plight, 141:26,134[A ]| As a cast Poet, who$6#1$ for$4$ Bread does write: 141:26,135[A ]| The other fat and plump, as Prebend, was, 141:26,136[A ]| Pampered with Luxury, and holy Ease. 141:26,137[A ]| Thus met, with Compliments, too long to$9$ tell, 141:26,138[A ]| Of being glad to$9$ see each other well: 141:26,139@b | How now, Sir*Towzer? 141:26,139[A ]| (said the Wolf) 141:26,139@b | I pray, 141:26,140@b | Whence comes it, that$3$ you look so$5#1$ sleek and gay? 141:26,141@b | While I, who$6#1$ do as well (I am sure) deserve, 141:26,142@b | For$4$ want of Livelihood am like$5$ to$9$ starve? 141:26,143@c | Troth Sir 141:26,143[A ]| (replied the Dog) 141:26,143@c | It has been my Fate, 141:26,144@c | I thank the friendly Stars, to$9$ hap of late 141:26,145@c | On$4$ a kind Master, to$4$ whose care I owe 141:26,146@c | All this good Flesh, wherewith you see me now: 141:26,147@c | From his rich Voider every day I am fed 141:26,148@c | With Bones of Fowl, and Crusts of finest Bread: 141:26,149@c | With Fricassee, Ragoust, and whatsoever 141:26,150@c | Of costly Kickshaws now in$4$ fashion are, 141:26,151@c | And more variety of Boiled and Roast, 141:26,152@c | Than a Lord Mayor's Waiter ever could boast. 141:26,153@c | Then, Sir, it is hardly credible to$9$ tell, 141:26,154@c | How I am respected and beloved by$4$ all: 141:26,155@c | I am the Delight of the whole Family, 141:26,156@c | Not darling Shock more Favorite than I: 141:26,157@c | I never sleep abroad, to$4$ Air exposed, 141:26,158@c | But in$4$ my warm Apartment am enclosed: 141:26,159@c | There on$4$ fresh Bed of Straw, with Canopy 141:26,160@c | Of Hutch above, like$4$ Dog of State I lie. 141:26,161@c | Besides, when with high Fare, and Nature fired, 141:26,162@c | To$4$ generous Sports of Youth I am inspired, 141:26,163@c | All the proud shes are soft to$4$ my Embrace 141:26,164@c | From Bitch of Quality down to$4$ Turn-spit Race: 141:26,165@c | Each day I try new Mistresses and Loves, 141:26,166@c | Nor envy Sovereign Dogs in$4$ their Alcoves. 141:26,167@c | Thus happy I of all enjoy the best, 141:26,168@c | No$2$ mortal Cur on$4$ Earth yet half so$5#1$ blessed: 141:26,169@c | And farther to$9$ enhance the Happiness, 141:26,170@c | All this I get by$4$ idleness and ease. 141:26,171@b | Troth! 141:26,171[A ]| (said the Wolf) 141:26,171@b | I envy your Estate 141:26,172@b | Would to$4$ the Gods it were but my good Fate, 141:26,173@b | That$3$ I might happily admitted be 141:26,174@b | A Member of your blessed Society! 141:26,175@b | I would with Faithfulness discharge my place 141:26,176@b | In$4$ anything that$6#1$ I might serve his Grace: 141:26,177@b | But, think you, Sir, it would be feasible, 141:26,178@b | And that$3$ my Application might prevail? 141:26,179@c | Do but endeavour, Sir, you need not doubt; 141:26,180@c | I make no$2$ question but to$9$ bring it about: 141:26,181@c | Only rely on$4$ me, and rest secure, 141:26,182@c | I will$1$ serve you to$4$ the utmost of my Power; 141:26,183@c | As I am a Dog of Honour, Sir: ~~ but this 141:26,184@c | I only take the Freedom to$9$ advise, 141:26,185@c | That$3$ you would a little lay your Roughness by$5$, 141:26,186@c | And learn to$9$ practise Complaisance, like$4$ me. 141:26,187@c | For$4$ that$6#2$ let me alone: I will$1$ have a care, 141:26,188@c | And top my part, I warrant, to$4$ a hair: 141:26,189@c | There is not a Courtier of them all shall vie 141:26,190@c | For$4$ Fawning and for$4$ Suppleness with me. 141:26,191[A ]| And thus resolved at last, the Travellers 141:26,192[A ]| Towards the House together shape their course: 141:26,193[A ]| The Dog, who$6#1$ Breeding well did understand, 141:26,194[A ]| In$4$ walking gives his Guest the upper hand: 141:26,195[A ]| And as they walk along, they all the while 141:26,196[A ]| With Mirth, and pleasant Raillery beguile 141:26,197[A ]| The tedious Time and Way, till Day drew near, 141:26,198[A ]| And Light came on$5$; by$4$ which$6#1$ did soon appear 141:26,199[A ]| The Mastiff's Neck to$4$ view all worn and bare.. 141:26,200[A ]| This when his Comrade spied, 141:26,200@b | What means 141:26,200[A ]| (said he) 141:26,201@b | This Circle bare, which$6#1$ round your Neck I see? 141:26,202@b | If I may be so$5#1$ bold; ~~ 141:26,202@c | Sir, you must know, 141:26,203@c | That$3$ I at first was rough and fierce, like$4$ you, 141:26,204@c | Of Nature cursed, and often apt to$9$ bite 141:26,205@c | Strangers, and else, whoever came in$4$ sight: 141:26,206@c | For$4$ this I was tied up$5$, and underwent 141:26,207@c | The Whip sometimes, and such light Chastisement: 141:26,208@c | Till I at length by$4$ Discipline grew tame, 141:26,209@c | Gentle and tractable, as now I am: 141:26,210@c | It was by$4$ this short and slight severity 141:26,211@c | I gained these Marks and Badges, which$6#1$ you see: 141:26,212@c | But what are they? 141:26,212@b | Allons Monsieur! let us go. 141:26,213@b | Not one step farther: Sir, excuse me now. 141:26,214@b | Much joy to$4$ ye of your envied, blessed Estate: 141:26,215@b | I will$1$ not buy Preferment at that$6#2$ rate: 141:26,216@b | In$4$ Gods name, take your golden chains for$4$ me: 141:26,217@b | Faith, I would not be a King, not to$9$ be free: 141:26,218@b | Sir*Dog, your humble Servant, so$3$ God be with ye. 141:28,000@@@@@| 141:28,000[' ]| 141:28,001[A ]| Too happy had I been indeed, if Fate 141:28,002[A ]| Had made it lasting, as she made it great; 141:28,003[A ]| But it was the Plot of unkind Destiny, 141:28,004[A ]| To$9$ lift me to$4$, then snatch me from my Joy: 141:28,005[A ]| She raised my Hopes, and brought them just in$4$ view, 141:28,006[A ]| And then in$4$ spite the pleasing Scene withdrew. 141:28,007[A ]| So$3$ He of old the promised Land surveyed, 141:28,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ he might only see, but never tread: 141:28,009[A ]| So$3$ Heaven was by$4$ that$6#2$ damned Caitiff seen, 141:28,010[A ]| He saw it, but with a mighty Gulf between, 141:28,011[A ]| He saw it to$9$ be more wretched, and despair again: 141:28,012[A ]| Not Souls of dying Sinners, when they go, 141:28,013[A ]| Assured of endless Miseries below, 141:28,014[A ]| Their Bodies more unwillingly desert, 141:28,015[A ]| Than I from you, and all my joys did part. 141:28,016[A ]| As some young Merchant, whom his Sire unkind 141:28,017[A ]| Resigns to$4$ every faithless Wave and Wind; 141:28,018[A ]| If the kind Mistriss of his Vows appear, 141:28,019[A ]| And come to$9$ bless his Voyage with a Prayer, 141:28,020[A ]| Such Sighs he vents as may the Gale increase, 141:28,021[A ]| Such Floods of Tears as may the Billows raise: 141:28,022[A ]| And when at length the launching Vessel flies, 141:28,023[A ]| And severs first his Lips, and then his Eyes; 141:28,024[A ]| Long he looks back to$9$ see what he adores, 141:28,025[A ]| And, while he may, view the beloved Shores. 141:28,026[A ]| Such just concerns I at your Parting had, 141:28,027[A ]| With such sad Eyes your turning Face surveyed: 141:28,028[A ]| Reviewing, they pursued you out of sight, 141:28,029[A ]| Then sought to$9$ trace you by$4$ left Tracks of Light: 141:28,030[A ]| And when they could not Looks to$4$ you convey, 141:28,031[A ]| Towards the loved Place they took delight to$9$ stray, 141:28,032[A ]| And aimed uncertain Glances still that$6#2$ way. 141:30,000@@@@@| 141:30,000[' ]| 141:30,000[' ]| 141:30,001[A ]| Sooner may Art, and easier far divide 141:30,002[A ]| The soft embracing waters of the Tide, 141:30,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ with united Friendship still rejoin, 141:30,004[A ]| Than part my Eyes, my Arms, or Lips from thine: 141:30,005[A ]| Sooner it may Time's headlong motion force, 141:30,006[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ it marches with unaltered course, 141:30,007[A ]| Or sever this from the succeeding Day, 141:30,008[A ]| Than from thy happy Presence force my stay. 141:30,009[A ]| Not the touched Needle (emblem of my Soul) 141:30,010[A ]| With greater Reverence trembles to$4$ its Pole, 141:30,011[A ]| Nor Flames with surer instinct upwards go, 141:30,012[A ]| Than mine, and all their motives tend to$4$ you. 141:30,013[A ]| Fly swift, ye minutes, and contract the space 141:30,014[A ]| Of Time, which$6#1$ holds me from her dear Embrace: 141:30,015[A ]| When I am there I will$1$ bid you kindly stay, 141:30,016[A ]| I will$1$ bid you rest, and never glide away. 141:30,017[A ]| Thither when Business gives me a Release 141:30,018[A ]| To$9$ lose my Cares in$4$ soft and gentle Ease, 141:30,019[A ]| I will$1$ come, and all arrears of Kindness pay, 141:30,020[A ]| And live over my whole Absence in$4$ one day. 141:30,021[A ]| Not Souls, released from human Bodies, move 141:30,022[A ]| With quicker haste to$9$ meet their Bliss above; 141:30,023[A ]| Than I, when freed from Clogs, that$6#1$ bind me now, 141:30,024[A ]| Eager to$9$ seize my Happiness, will$1$ go. 141:30,025[A ]| Should a fierce Angel armed with Thunder stand, 141:30,026[A ]| And threaten Vengeance with his brandished hand, 141:30,027[A ]| To$9$ stop the entrance to$4$ my Paradise; 141:30,028[A ]| I will$1$ venture, and his slighted Bolts despise. 141:30,029[A ]| Swift as the wings of Fear, shall be my Love, 141:30,030[A ]| And me to$4$ her with equal speed remove: 141:30,031[A ]| Swift, as the motions of the Eye, or Mind, 141:30,032[A ]| I will$1$ thither fly, and leave slow Thought behind. 141:32,000@@@@@| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,001[A ]| Though much concerned to$9$ leave my dear old Friend, 141:32,002[A ]| I must however his Design commend 141:32,003[A ]| Of fixing in$4$ the Country: for$3$ were I 141:32,004[A ]| As free to$9$ chuse my Residence, as he; 141:32,005[A ]| The Peaks, the Fens, the Hundreds, or Lands-end, 141:32,006[A ]| I would prefer to$4$ Fleetstreet, or the Strand. 141:32,007[A ]| What place so$5#1$ desert, and so$5#1$ wild is there, 141:32,008[A ]| Whose Inconveniencies one would not bear, 141:32,009[A ]| Rather than the Alarms of midnight Fire, 141:32,010[A ]| The falls of houses, Knavery of Cits, 141:32,011[A ]| The Plots of Factions, and the noise of Wits, 141:32,012[A ]| And thousand other Plagues, which$6#1$ up$5$ and down 141:32,013[A ]| Each day and hour infest the cursed Town? 141:32,014[A ]| As Fate would have it, on$4$ the appointed day 141:32,015[A ]| Of parting hence, I met him on$4$ the way, 141:32,016[A ]| Hard by$4$ Mile-end, the place so$5#1$ famed of late, 141:32,017[A ]| In$4$ Prose and Verse for$4$ the great Factions Treat; 141:32,018[A ]| Here we stood still, and after Compliments 141:32,019[A ]| Of course, and wishing his good Journey hence, 141:32,020[A ]| I asked what sudden causes made him fly 141:32,021[A ]| The once-loved Town, and his dear Company: 141:32,022[A ]| When, on$4$ the hated Prospect looking back, 141:32,023[A ]| Thus with just rage the good old Timon spake. 141:32,024@b | Since Virtue here in$4$ no$2$ repute is had, 141:32,025@b | Since Worth is scorned, Learning and Sense unpaid, 141:32,026@b | And Knavery the only thriving Trade; 141:32,027@b | Finding my slender Fortune every day 141:32,028@b | Dwindle and waste insensibly away, 141:32,029@b | I, like$4$ a losing Gamester, thus retreat, 141:32,030@b | To$9$ manage wiselier my last stake of Fate: 141:32,031@b | While I have strength, and want no$2$ staff to$9$ prop 141:32,032@b | My tottering Limbs, before Age has made me stoop 141:32,033@b | Beneath its weight, before all my Thread be spun, 141:32,034@b | And Life has yet in$4$ store some Sands to$9$ run, 141:32,035@b | It is my Resolve to$9$ quit the nauseous Town. 141:32,036@b | Let thriving Morecraft chuse his dwelling there, 141:32,037@b | Rich with the Spoils of some young spend-thrift Heir: 141:32,038@b | Let the Plot-mongers stay behind, whose Art 141:32,039@b | Can Truth to$4$ Sham, and Sham to$4$ Truth convert: 141:32,040@b | Whoever has an House to$9$ Build, or Set 141:32,041@b | His Wife, his Conscience, or his Oath to$9$ let: 141:32,042@b | Whoever has, or hopes for$4$ Offices, 141:32,043@b | A Navy, Guard, or Custom-house's Place: 141:32,044@b | Let sharping Courtiers stay, who$6#1$ there are great 141:32,045@b | By$4$ putting the false Dice on$4$ King, and State. 141:32,046@b | Where they, who$6#1$ once were Grooms and Foot-boys known, 141:32,047@b | Are now to$4$ fair Estates and Honours grown; 141:32,048@b | Nor need we envy them, or wonder much 141:32,049@b | At their fantastic Greatness, since they are such, 141:32,050@b | Whom Fortune oft in$4$ her capricious freaks 141:32,051@b | Is pleased to$9$ raise from Kennels, and the Jakes, 141:32,052@b | To$4$ Wealth and Dignity above the rest, 141:32,053@b | When she is frolic, and disposed to$9$ jest. 141:32,054@b | I live in$4$ London? What should I do there? 141:32,055@b | I can not lie, nor flatter, nor forswear: 141:32,056@b | I can not commend a Book, or Piece of Wit, 141:32,057@b | (Though a Lord were the Author) dully writ: 141:32,058@b | I am no$2$ Sir*Sydrophel to$9$ read the Stars, 141:32,059@b | And cast Nativities for$4$ longing Heirs, 141:32,060@b | When Fathers shall drop off: no$2$ Gadbury 141:32,061@b | To$9$ tell the minute, when the King shall die, 141:32,062@b | And you know what ~~ come in$5$: nor can I steer 141:32,063@b | And tack about my Conscience, whensoever, 141:32,064@b | To$4$ a new Point, I see Religion veer. 141:32,065@b | Let others pimp to$4$ Courtier's Lechery, 141:32,066@b | I will$1$ draw no$2$ City-Cuckold's Curse on$4$ me: 141:32,067@b | Nor would I do it, though to$9$ be made great, 141:32,068@b | And raised to$4$ the chief Minister of State. 141:32,069@b | Therefore I think it fit to$9$ rid the Town 141:32,070@b | Of one, that$6#1$ is an useless member grown. 141:32,071@b | Besides, who$6#2$ has pretence to$4$ Favour now, 141:32,072@b | But he, who$6#1$ hidden Villainy does know, 141:32,073@b | Whose Breast does with some burning Secret glow? 141:32,074@b | By$4$ none thou shalt preferred, or valued be, 141:32,075@b | That$6#1$ trusts thee with an honest Secrecy: 141:32,076@b | He only may to$4$ great men's Friendship reach, 141:32,077@b | Who$6#1$ Great Men, when he pleases, can impeach. 141:32,078@b | Let others thus aspire to$4$ Dignity; 141:32,079@b | For$4$ me, I would not their envied Grandeur buy 141:32,080@b | For$4$ all the Exchange is worth, that$6#1$ Paul's will$1$ cost, 141:32,081@b | Or was of late in$4$ the Scotch Voyage lost. 141:32,082@b | What would it boot, if I, to$9$ gain my end, 141:32,083@b | Forego my Quiet, and my ease of mind, 141:32,084@b | Still feared, at last betrayed by$4$ my great Friend. 141:32,085@b | Another Cause, which$6#1$ I must boldly own, 141:32,086@b | And not the least, for$4$ which$6#1$ I quit the Town, 141:32,087@b | Is to$9$ behold it made the Common-shore, 141:32,088@b | Where France does all her Filth and Ordure pour: 141:32,089@b | What Spark of true old English rage can bear 141:32,090@b | Those, who$6#1$ were Slaves at home, to$9$ Lord it here? 141:32,091@b | We have all our Fashions, Language, Compliments, 141:32,092@b | Our Music, Dances, Curing, Cooking thence; 141:32,093@b | And we shall have their Poisoning too before long, 141:32,094@b | If still in$4$ the improvement we go on$5$. 141:32,095@b | What wouldst thou say, great Harry, shouldst thou view 141:32,096@b | Thy gaudy fluttering Race of English now, 141:32,097@b | Their tawdry Cloaths, Pulvilio's, Essences, 141:32,098@b | Their Chedreux Perruques, and those Vanities, 141:32,099@b | Which$6#1$ thou, and they of old did so$5#1$ despise? 141:32,100@b | What wouldst thou say to$9$ see the infected Town 141:32,101@b | With the foul Spawn of Foreigners over-run? 141:32,102@b | Hither from Paris, and all Parts they come, 141:32,103@b | The Spew and Vomit of their Gaols at home; 141:32,104@b | To$4$ Court they flock, and to$4$ S%*James his Square, 141:32,105@b | And wriggle into Great Men's Service there: 141:32,106@b | Foot-boys at first, till they, from wiping Shoes, 141:32,107@b | Grow by$4$ degrees the Masters of the House: 141:32,108@b | Ready of Wit, hardened of Impudence, 141:32,109@b | Able with ease to$9$ put down either H***, 141:32,110@b | Both the King's Player, and King's Evidence: 141:32,111@b | Flippant of Talk, and voluble of Tongue, 141:32,112@b | With words at will$0$, no$2$ Lawyer better hung: 141:32,113@b | Softer than flattering Court-Parasite, 141:32,114@b | Or City-Trader, when he means to$9$ cheat: 141:32,115@b | No$2$ Calling, or Profession comes amiss, 141:32,116@b | A needy Monsieur can be what he please, 141:32,117@b | Groom, Page, Valet, Quack, Operator, Fencer, 141:32,118@b | Perfumer, Pimp, Jack-pudding, Juggler, Dancer: 141:32,119@b | Give but the word; the Cur will$1$ fetch and bring, 141:32,120@b | Come over to$4$ the Emperor, or King: 141:32,121@b | Or, if you please, fly over the Pyramid, 141:32,122@b | Which$6#1$ A***n and the rest in$4$ vain have tried. 141:32,123@b | Can I have patience, and endure to$9$ see 141:32,124@b | The paltry Foreign Wretch take place of me, 141:32,125@b | Whom the same Wind and Vessel brought ashore, 141:32,126@b | That$6#1$ brought prohibited Goods and Dildoes over? 141:32,127@b | Then, pray, what mighty Privilege is there 141:32,128@b | For$4$ me, that$6#1$ at my Birth drew English Air? 141:32,129@b | And where is the Benefit to$9$ have my Veins 141:32,130@b | Run British Blood, if there is no$2$ difference 141:32,131@b | Betwixt me, and him, the Statute Freedom gave, 141:32,132@b | And made a Subject of a true-born Slave? 141:32,133@b | But nothing shocks, and is more loathed by$4$ me, 141:32,134@b | Than the vile Rascal's fulsome Flattery: 141:32,135@b | By$4$ help of this false Magnifying Glass, 141:32,136@b | A Louse, or Flea shall for$4$ a Camel pass: 141:32,137@b | Produce an hideous Wight, more ugly far 141:32,138@b | Than those ill Shapes, which$6#1$ in$4$ old Hangings are, 141:32,139@b | He will$1$ make him strait a Beau*Garcon appear: 141:32,140@b | Commend his Voice and Singing, though he bray 141:32,141@b | Worse than Sir Martin*Mar-all in$4$ the Play: 141:32,142@b | And if he Rhyme; shall praise for$4$ Standard Wit, 141:32,143@b | More scurvy sense than Pryn and Vickars Writ. 141:32,144@b | And here is the mischief, though we say the same, 141:32,145@b | He is believed, and we are thought to$9$ sham: 141:32,146@b | Do you but smile, immediately the Beast 141:32,147@b | Laughs out aloud, though he never heard the jest; 141:32,148@b | Pretend, you are sad, he is presently in$4$ Tears, 141:32,149@b | Yet grieves no$2$ more than Marble, when it wears 141:32,150@b | Sorrow in$4$ Metaphor: but speak of Heat; 141:32,151@b | O God! how sultry it is! he will$1$ cry, and sweat 141:32,152@b | In$4$ depth of Winter: strait, if you complain 141:32,153@b | Of Cold; the Weather-glass is sunk again: 141:32,154@b | Then he will$1$ call for$4$ his Frize-Campaign, and swear, 141:32,155@b | It is beyond Eighty, he is in$4$ Greenland here. 141:32,156@b | Thus he shifts Scenes, and oftener in$4$ a day 141:32,157@b | Can change his Face, than Actors at a Play: 141:32,158@b | There is nought so$5#1$ mean, can escape the flattering Sot, 141:32,159@b | Not his Lord's Snuff-box, nor his Powder-Spot: 141:32,160@b | If he but Spit, or pick his Teeth; he will$1$ cry, 141:32,161@b | How everything becomes you! let me die, 141:32,162@b | Your Lordship does it most judiciously: 141:32,163@b | And swear, it is fashionable, if he Sneeze, 141:32,164@b | Extremely taking, and it needs must please. 141:32,165@b | Besides, there is nothing sacred, nothing free 141:32,166@b | From the hot Satyr's rampant Lechery: 141:32,167@b | Nor Wife, nor Virgin-Daughter can escape, 141:32,168@b | Scarce thou thyself, or Son avoid a Rape: 141:32,169@b | All must go pad-locked: if nought else there be, 141:32,170@b | Suspect thy very Stable's Chastity. 141:32,171@b | By$4$ this the Vermin into Secrets creep, 141:32,172@b | Thus Families in$4$ awe they strive to$9$ keep. 141:32,173@b | What living for$4$ an English man is there, 141:32,174@b | Where such as these get head, and domineer, 141:32,175@b | Whose use and custom it is, never to$9$ share 141:32,176@b | A Friend, but love to$9$ reign without dispute, 141:32,177@b | Without a Rival, full, and absolute? 141:32,178@b | Soon as the Insect gets his Honour's ear, 141:32,179@b | And fly-blows some of his poisonous malice there, 141:32,180@b | Strait I am turned off, kicked out of doors, discarded, 141:32,181@b | And all my former Service dis-regarded. 141:32,182@b | But leaving these Messieurs, for$4$ fear that$3$ I 141:32,183@b | Be thought of the Silk-Weavers' Mutiny, 141:32,184@b | From the loathed subject let us hasten on$5$, 141:32,185@b | To$9$ mention other Grievances in$4$ Town: 141:32,186@b | And further, what Respect at all is had 141:32,187@b | Of poor men here? and how is their Service paid, 141:32,188@b | Though they be never so$5#1$ diligent to$9$ wait, 141:32,189@b | To$9$ sneak, and dance attendance on$4$ the Great? 141:32,190@b | No$2$ mark of Favour is to$9$ be obtained 141:32,191@b | By$4$ one, that$6#1$ sues, and brings an empty hand: 141:32,192@b | And all his merit is but made a sport, 141:32,193@b | Unless he glut some Cormorant at Court. 141:32,194@b | It is now a common thing, and usual here, 141:32,195@b | To$9$ see the Son of some rich Usurer 141:32,196@b | Take place of Nobless, keep his first-rate Whore, 141:32,197@b | And for$4$ a Vaulting bout, or two give more 141:32,198@b | Than a Guard-Captain's Pay: meanwhile the Breed 141:32,199@b | Of Peers, reduced to$4$ Poverty and Need, 141:32,200@b | Are fain to$9$ trudge to$4$ the Bank-side, and there 141:32,201@b | Take up$5$ with Porters leavings, Suburb-Ware, 141:32,202@b | There spend that$6#2$ Blood, which$6#1$ their great Ancestor 141:32,203@b | So$5#1$ nobly shed at Cressy heretofore, 141:32,204@b | At Brothel Fights in$4$ some foul Common-shore. 141:32,205@b | Produce an Evidence, though just he be, 141:32,206@b | As righteous Job, or Abraham, or He, 141:32,207@b | Whom Heaven, when whole Nature shipwrecked was, 141:32,208@b | Thought worth the saving, of all human Race, 141:32,209@b | Or the other, who$6#1$ the flaming Deluge escaped, 141:32,210@b | When Sodom's Lechers Angels would have raped; 141:32,211@b | How rich he is, must the first question be, 141:32,212@b | Next for$4$ his Manners, and Integrity, 141:32,213@b | They will$1$ ask, what Equipage he keeps, and what 141:32,214@b | He is reckoned worth in$4$ Money and Estate, 141:32,215@b | For$4$ Shrieve how oft he has been known to$9$ fine, 141:32,216@b | And with how many dishes he does dine: 141:32,217@b | For$3$ look what Cash a person has in$4$ store, 141:32,218@b | Just so$5#1$ much Credit has he, and no$2$ more: 141:32,219@b | Should I upon$4$ a thousand Bibles swear, 141:32,220@b | And call each Saint throughout the Calendar, 141:32,221@b | To$9$ vouch my Oath: it will$1$ not be taken here; 141:32,222@b | The Poor slight Heaven and Thunderbolts (they think) 141:32,223@b | And Heaven itself does at such Trifles wink. 141:32,224@b | Besides, what store of gibing scoffs are thrown 141:32,225@b | On$4$ one, that$6#1$ is poor, and meanly clad in$4$ Town; 141:32,226@b | If his Apparel seem but overworn, 141:32,227@b | His Stockings out at heel, or Breeches torn? 141:32,228@b | One takes occasion his ripped Shoe to$9$ flout, 141:32,229@b | And swears it has been at Prison-grates hung out: 141:32,230@b | Another shrewdly jeers his coarse Cravat, 141:32,231@b | Because himself wears Point: a third his Hat, 141:32,232@b | And most unmercifully shews his Wit, 141:32,233@b | If it be old, or does not cock aright: 141:32,234@b | Nothing in$4$ Poverty so$5#1$ ill is born, 141:32,235@b | As its exposing men to$4$ grinning scorn, 141:32,236@b | To$9$ be by$4$ tawdry Coxcombs pissed upon$5$, 141:32,237@b | And made the jesting-stock of each Buffoon. 141:32,238@b | Turn out there, Friend! (cries one at Church) the Pew 141:32,239@b | Is not for$4$ such mean scoundrel Curs, as you: 141:32,240@b | It is for$4$ your Betters kept: Belike, some sot, 141:32,241@b | That$6#1$ knew no$2$ Father, was on$4$ Bulks begot: 141:32,242@b | But now is raised to$4$ an Estate, and Pride, 141:32,243@b | By$4$ having the kind Proverb on$4$ his side: 141:32,244@b | Let Gripe and Cheatwel take their Places there, 141:32,245@b | And Dash the Scriveners gaudy sparkish Heir, 141:32,246@b | That$6#1$ wears three ruined Orphans on$4$ his back: 141:32,247@b | Meanwhile you in$4$ the Alley stand, and sneak: 141:32,248@b | And you therewith must rest contented, since 141:32,249@b | Almighty Wealth does put such difference. 141:32,250@b | What Citizen a Son-in-law will$1$ take, 141:32,251@b | Bred never so$5#1$ well, that$6#1$ can not a Jointure make? 141:32,252@b | What man of sense, that$6#1$ is poor, ever summoned is 141:32,253@b | Amongst the Common-Council to$9$ advise? 141:32,254@b | At Vestry-Consults when does he appear, 141:32,255@b | For$4$ choosing of some Parish Officer, 141:32,256@b | Or making Leather-Buckets for$4$ the Choir? 141:32,257@b | It is hard for$4$ any man to$9$ rise, that$6#1$ feels 141:32,258@b | His Virtue clogged with Poverty at heels: 141:32,259@b | But harder it is by$4$ much in$4$ London, where 141:32,260@b | A sorry Lodging, coarse, and slender Fare, 141:32,261@b | Fire, Water, Breathing, everything is dear: 141:32,262@b | Yet such as these an earthen Dish disdain, 141:32,263@b | With which$6#1$ their Ancestors, in$4$ Edgar's Reign, 141:32,264@b | Were served, and thought it no$2$ disgrace to$9$ dine, 141:32,265@b | Though they were rich, had store of Leather-Coin. 141:32,266@b | Low as their Fortune is, yet they despise 141:32,267@b | A man that$6#1$ walks the streets in$4$ homely Frieze: 141:32,268@b | To$9$ speak the truth, great part of England now 141:32,269@b | In$4$ their own Cloth will$1$ scarce vouchsafe to$9$ go: 141:32,270@b | Only, the Statute's Penalty to$9$ save, 141:32,271@b | Some few perhaps wear Woollen in$4$ the Grave. 141:32,272@b | Here all go gaily dressed, although it be 141:32,273@b | Above their Means, their Rank, and Quality: 141:32,274@b | The most in$4$ borrowed Gallantry are clad, 141:32,275@b | For$4$ which$6#1$ the Tradesmen's Books are still unpaid: 141:32,276@b | This Fault is common in$4$ the meaner sort, 141:32,277@b | That$3$ they must needs affect to$9$ bear the Port 141:32,278@b | Of Gentlemen, though they want Income for$4$ it. 141:32,279@b | Sir, to$9$ be short, in$4$ this expensive Town 141:32,280@b | There is nothing without Money to$9$ be done: 141:32,281@b | What will$1$ you give to$9$ be admitted there, 141:32,282@b | And brought to$4$ speech of some Court-Minister? 141:32,283@b | What will$1$ you give to$9$ have the quarter-face, 141:32,284@b | The squint and nodding go-by of his Grace? 141:32,285@b | His Porter, Groom, and Steward must have Fees, 141:32,286@b | And you may see the Tombs and Tower for$4$ less: 141:32,287@b | Hard Fate of Suitors! who$6#1$ must pay, and pray 141:32,288@b | To$4$ Livery-slaves, yet oft go scorned away. 141:32,289@b | Whoever at Barnet, or S%*Albans fears 141:32,290@b | To$9$ have his Lodging drop about his ears, 141:32,291@b | Unless a sudden Hurricane befall, 141:32,292@b | Or such a Wind as blew old Noll to$4$ Hell? 141:32,293@b | Here we build slight, what scarce out-lasts the Lease, 141:32,294@b | Without the help of Props and Buttresses: 141:32,295@b | And Houses nowadays as much require 141:32,296@b | To$9$ be ensured from Falling, as from Fire. 141:32,297@b | There Buildings are substantial, though less neat, 141:32,298@b | And kept with care both Wind and Water-tight: 141:32,299@b | There you in$4$ safe security are blest, 141:32,300@b | And nought, but Conscience, to$9$ disturb your Rest. 141:32,301@b | I am for$4$ living where no$2$ Fires affright, 141:32,302@b | No$2$ Bells rung backward break my sleep at night: 141:32,303@b | I scarce lie down, and draw my Curtains here, 141:32,304@b | But strait I am roused by$4$ the next House on$4$ Fire: 141:32,305@b | Pale, and half-dead with Fear, myself I raise, 141:32,306@b | And find my Room all over in$4$ a blaze: 141:32,307@b | By$4$ this it has seized on$4$ the third Stairs, and I 141:32,308@b | Can now discern no$2$ other Remedy, 141:32,309@b | But leaping out at Window to$9$ get free: 141:32,310@b | For$3$ if the Mischief from the Cellar came, 141:32,311@b | Be sure the Garret is the last, takes flame. 141:32,312@b | The moveables of P**ge were a Bed 141:32,313@b | For$4$ him, and his Wife, a Piss-pot by$4$ its side, 141:32,314@b | A Looking-glass upon$4$ the Cupboard's Head, 141:32,315@b | A Comb-case, Candlestick, and Pewter-spoon, 141:32,316@b | For$4$ want of Plate, with Desk to$9$ write upon$5$: 141:32,317@b | A Box without a Lid served to$9$ contain 141:32,318@b | Few Authors, which$6#1$ made up$5$ his Vatican: 141:32,319@b | And there his own immortal Works were laid, 141:32,320@b | On$4$ which$6#1$ the barbarous Mice for$4$ hunger preyed: 141:32,321@b | P**ge had nothing, all the world does know; 141:32,322@b | And yet should he have lost this Nothing too. 141:32,323@b | Noone the wretched Bard would have supplied 141:32,324@b | With Lodging, House-room, or a Crust of Bread. 141:32,325@b | But if the Fire burn down some Great Man's House, 141:32,326@b | All strait are interested in$4$ the loss: 141:32,327@b | The Court is strait in$4$ Mourning sure enough, 141:32,328@b | The Act, Commencement, and the Term put off: 141:32,329@b | Then we Mischances of the Town lament, 141:32,330@b | And Fasts are kept, like$2$ Judgments to$9$ prevent. 141:32,331@b | Out comes a Brief immediately, with speed 141:32,332@b | To$9$ gather Charity as far as Tweed. 141:32,333@b | Nay, while it is burning, some will$1$ send him in$5$ 141:32,334@b | Timber and Stone to$9$ build his House again: 141:32,335@b | Others choice Furniture: here some rare piece 141:32,336@b | Of Rubens, or Vandike presented is: 141:32,337@b | There a rich Suit of Moreclack-Tapestry, 141:32,338@b | A Bed of Damask, or Embroidery: 141:32,339@b | One gives a fine Scritore, or Cabinet, 141:32,340@b | Another a huge massy Dish of Plate, 141:32,341@b | Or Bag of Gold: thus he at length gets more 141:32,342@b | By$4$ kind misfortune than he had before: 141:32,343@b | And all suspect it for$4$ a laid Design, 141:32,344@b | As if he did himself the Fire begin. 141:32,345@b | Could you but be advised to$9$ leave the Town, 141:32,346@b | And from dear Plays, and drinking Friends be drawn, 141:32,347@b | An handsome Dwelling might be had in$4$ Kent, 141:32,348@b | Surrey, or Essex, at a cheaper Rent 141:32,349@b | Than what you are forced to$9$ give for$4$ one half year 141:32,350@b | To$9$ lie, like$4$ Lumber, in$4$ a Garret here: 141:32,351@b | A Garden there, and Well, that$6#1$ needs no$2$ Rope, 141:32,352@b | Engine, or Pains to$9$ Crane its Waters up$5$: 141:32,353@b | Water is there through Nature's Pipes conveyed, 141:32,354@b | For$4$ which$6#1$ no$2$ Custom, or Excise is paid: 141:32,355@b | Had I the smallest Spot of Ground, which$6#1$ scarce 141:32,356@b | Would Summer half a dozen Grasshoppers, 141:32,357@b | Not larger than my Grave, though hence remote, 141:32,358@b | Far as S%*Michaels*Mount, I would go to$4$ it, 141:32,359@b | Dwell there content, and thank the Fates to$4$ boot. 141:32,360@b | Here want of Rest a*nights more People kills 141:32,361@b | Than all the College, and the weekly Bills: 141:32,362@b | Where none have privilege to$9$ sleep, but those, 141:32,363@b | Whose Purses can compound for$4$ their Repose: 141:32,364@b | In$4$ vain I go to$4$ bed, or close my eyes, 141:32,365@b | Methinks the place the Middle Region is, 141:32,366@b | Where I lie down in$4$ Storms, in$4$ Thunder rise: 141:32,367@b | The restless Bells such din in$4$ Steeples keep, 141:32,368@b | That$3$ scarce the Dead can in$4$ their Church-yards sleep: 141:32,369@b | Huzza's of Drunkards, Bell-men's midnight-Rhymes, 141:32,370@b | The noise of Shops, with Hawkers' early Screams, 141:32,371@b | Besides the Brawls of Coach-men, when they meet 141:32,372@b | And stop in$4$ turnings of a narrow Street, 141:32,373@b | Such a loud Medley of confusion make, 141:32,374@b | As drowsy A***r on$4$ the Bench would wake. 141:32,375@b | If you walk out in$4$ Business never so$5#1$ great, 141:32,376@b | Ten thousand stops you must expect to$9$ meet: 141:32,377@b | Thick Crowds in$4$ every Place you must charge through, 141:32,378@b | And storm your Passage, wheresover you go: 141:32,379@b | While Tides of Followers behind you throng, 141:32,380@b | And, pressing on$4$ your heels, shove you along: 141:32,381@b | One with a Board, or Rafter hits your Head, 141:32,382@b | Another with his Elbow bores your side; 141:32,383@b | Some tread upon$4$ your Corns, perhaps in$4$ sport, 141:32,384@b | Meanwhile your Legs are cased all over with Dirt. 141:32,385@b | Here you the March of a slow Funeral wait, 141:32,386@b | Advancing to$4$ the Church with solemn State: 141:32,387@b | There a Sedan and Lackeys stop your way, 141:32,388@b | That$6#1$ bears some Punk of Honour to$4$ the Play: 141:32,389@b | Now you some mighty piece of Timber meet, 141:32,390@b | Which$6#1$ tottering threatens ruin to$4$ the Street: 141:32,391@b | Next a huge Portland Stone, for$4$ building Pauls, 141:32,392@b | Itself almost a Rock, on$4$ Carriage rolls: 141:32,393@b | Which$6#1$, if it fall, would cause a Massacre, 141:32,394@b | And serve at once to$9$ murder, and inter. 141:32,395@b | If what I have said can not from the Town affright, 141:32,396@b | Consider other dangers of the Night: 141:32,397@b | When Brickbats are from upper Stories thrown, 141:32,398@b | And emptied Chamber-pots come pouring down 141:32,399@b | From Garret Windows: you have cause to$9$ bless 141:32,400@b | The gentle Stars, if you come off with Piss: 141:32,401@b | So$5#1$ many Fates attend, a man had need 141:32,402@b | Never walk without a Surgeon by$4$ his side: 141:32,403@b | And he can hardly now discreet be thought, 141:32,404@b | That$6#1$ does not make his Will$0$, before he go out. 141:32,405@b | If this you escape, twenty to$4$ one, you meet 141:32,406@b | Some of the drunken Scourers of the Street, 141:32,407@b | Flushed with success of warlike Deeds performed, 141:32,408@b | Of Constables subdued, of Brothels stormed: 141:32,409@b | These, if a Quarrel, or a Fray be missed, 141:32,410@b | Are ill at ease a*nights, and want their Rest. 141:32,411@b | For$3$ mischief is a Lechery to$4$ some, 141:32,412@b | And serves to$9$ make them sleep like$4$ Laudanum. 141:32,413@b | Yet heated, as they are, with Youth and Wine, 141:32,414@b | If they discern a train of Flambeaux shine, 141:32,415@b | If a Great Man with his gilt Coach appear, 141:32,416@b | And a strong Guard of Foot-boys in$4$ the rear, 141:32,417@b | The Rascals sneak, and shrink their Heads for$4$ fear. 141:32,418@b | Poor me, who$6#1$ use no$2$ Light to$9$ walk about, 141:32,419@b | Save what the Parish, or the Skies hang out, 141:32,420@b | They value not: it is worth your while to$9$ hear 141:32,421@b | The scuffle, if that$6#2$ be a scuffle, where 141:32,422@b | Another gives the Blows, I only bear: 141:32,423@b | He bids me stand: of force I must give way, 141:32,424@b | For$3$ it were a senseless thing to$9$ disobey 141:32,425@b | And struggle here, where I had as good oppose 141:32,426@b | Myself to$4$ P*** and his Mastiffs loose. 141:32,427@b | Who$6#2$ is there? he cries, and takes you by$4$ the Throat, 141:32,428@b | Dog! are you dumb? Speak quickly, else my Foot 141:32,429@b | Shall march about your Buttocks: whence do ye come, 141:32,430@b | From what Bulk-ridden Strumpet reeking home? 141:32,431@b | Saving your reverend Pimpship, where do ye ply? 141:32,432@b | How may one have a Job of Lechery? 141:32,433@b | If you say anything, or hold your peace, 141:32,434@b | And silently go off, it is all a case: 141:32,435@b | Still he lays on$5$: nay well, if you escape so$5#2$: 141:32,436@b | Perhaps he will$1$ clap an Action on$4$ you too 141:32,437@b | Of Battery: nor need he fear to$9$ meet 141:32,438@b | A Jury to$4$ his turn, shall do him right, 141:32,439@b | And bring him in$5$ large Damage for$4$ a Shoe 141:32,440@b | Worn out, besides the pains, in$4$ kicking you. 141:32,441@b | A Poor Man must expect nought of redress, 141:32,444@b | But Patience: his best in$4$ such a case 141:32,443@b | Is to$9$ be thankful for$4$ the Drubs, and beg 141:32,444@b | That$3$ they would mercifully spare one leg 141:32,445@b | Or Arm unbroke, and let him go away 141:32,446@b | With Teeth enough to$9$ eat his Meat next day. 141:32,447@b | Nor is this all, which$6#1$ you have cause to$9$ fear, 141:32,448@b | Oft we encounter midnight Padders here: 141:32,449@b | When the Exchanges and the Shops are close, 141:32,450@b | And the rich tradesman in$4$ his Counting-house 141:32,451@b | To$9$ view the Profits of the day withdraws. 141:32,452@b | Hither in$4$ flocks from Shooters-Hill they come, 141:32,453@b | To$9$ seek their Prize and Booty nearer home: 141:32,454@b | Your Purse! they cry; it is madness to$9$ resist, 141:32,455@b | Or strive with a cocked Pistol at your Breast: 141:32,456@b | And these each day so$5#1$ strong and numerous grow, 141:32,457@b | The Town can scarce afford them Jail-room now. 141:32,458@b | Happy the times of the old Heptarchy, 141:32,459@b | Before London knew so$5#1$ much of Villainy: 141:32,460@b | Then Fatal Carts through Holborn seldom went, 141:32,461@b | And Tyburn with few Pilgrims was content: 141:32,462@b | A less and single Prison then would do, 141:32,463@b | And served the City, and the Country too. 141:32,464@b | These are the Reasons, Sir, which$6#1$ drive me hence, 141:32,465@b | To$4$ which$6#1$ I might add more, would Time dispense, 141:32,466@b | To$9$ hold you longer; but the Sun draws low, 141:32,467@b | The Coach is hard at hand, and I must go: 141:32,468@b | Therefore, dear Sir, farewell; and when the Town 141:32,469@b | From better Company can spare you down, 141:32,470@b | To$9$ make the Country with your Presence blest, 141:32,471@b | Then visit your old Friend amongst the rest: 141:32,472@b | There I will$1$ find leisure to$9$ unlade my mind 141:32,473@b | Of what Remarks I now must leave behind: 141:32,474@b | The Fruits of dear Experience, which$6#1$ with these 141:32,475@b | Improved will$1$ serve for$4$ hints and notices; 141:32,476@b | And when you write again, may be of use 141:32,477@b | To$9$ furnish Satire for$4$ your daring Muse. 141:35,000@@@@@| 141:35,000[' ]| 141:35,000[' ]| 141:35,000[' ]| 141:35,001[A ]| As when of old some bright and Heavenly Dame 141:35,002[A ]| A God of equal Majesty did wed; 141:35,003[A ]| Strait through the Court above the Tidings spread, 141:35,004[A ]| Strait at the News the immortal Offspring came, 141:35,005[A ]| And all the Deities did the high Nuptials grace; 141:35,006[A ]| With no$2$ less Pomp, no$2$ less of Grandeur we 141:35,007[A ]| Behold this glad Solemnity, 141:35,008[A ]| And all confess an equal Joy, 141:35,009[A ]| And all expect as God-like and as great a Race: 141:35,010[A ]| Hark how united Shouts our Joys proclaim, 141:35,011[A ]| Which$6#1$ rise in$4$ Gratitude to$4$ Heaven from whence they came; 141:35,012[A ]| Gladsome next those, which$6#1$ brought our Royal Exile home, 141:35,013[A ]| When he resumed his long usurped Throne: 141:35,014[A ]| Hark how the mighty Volleys rend the Air, 141:35,015[A ]| And shake at once the Earth and utmost Sphere; 141:35,016[A ]| Hark how the Bell's harmonious Noise 141:35,017[A ]| Bear Consort too with human Joys; 141:35,018[A ]| Behold those many Fires, which$6#1$ up$5$ and down 141:35,019[A ]| Threaten almost new Conflagrations to$4$ the Town; 141:35,020[A ]| Well do these Emblems, mighty Orange, speak thy Fame, 141:35,021[A ]| Whose Loudness, Music, Brightness all express the same: 141:35,022[A ]| It was thus great Jove his Semele did wed, 141:35,023[A ]| In$4$ Thunder and in$4$ Lightning so$5#2$ approached her Bed. 141:35,024[A ]| Hail happy Pair! kind Heaven's great Hostages! 141:35,025[A ]| Sure Pledges of a firm and lasting Peace! 141:35,026[A ]| Call it not a Match; we that$6#2$ low Style disdain, 141:35,027[A ]| Nor will$1$ degrade it with a Term so$5#1$ mean; 141:35,028[A ]| A League it must be said 141:35,029[A ]| Where Countries thus Espouse, and Nations Wed: 141:35,030[A ]| Our Thanks, propitious Destiny! 141:35,031[A ]| Never did yet thy Power dispense 141:35,032[A ]| A more Plenipotentiary Influence, 141:35,033[A ]| Nor Heaven more sure a Treaty ratify: 141:35,034[A ]| To$4$ You, our great and gracious Monarch, too, 141:35,035[A ]| An equal Share of Thanks is due, 141:35,036[A ]| Nought could this glorious Work produce, but Heaven and You: 141:35,037[A ]| Let others boast 141:35,038[A ]| Of Leagues, which$6#1$ Wars and Slaughter cost; 141:35,039[A ]| This Union by$4$ no$2$ Blood cemented is 141:35,040[A ]| Nor did its Harmony from Jars and Discords rise: 141:35,041[A ]| Not more to$4$ our great Ancestor we owe, 141:35,042[A ]| By$4$ whom two Realms into one Kingdom grow; 141:35,043[A ]| He joined but what Nature had joined before, 141:35,044[A ]| Lands disunited by$4$ no$2$ parting Shore; 141:35,045[A ]| By$4$ you to$4$ foreign Countries we are Allied, 141:35,046[A ]| You make us Continent, whom Seas and Waves divide. 141:35,047[A ]| How well, Brave Prince, do you by$4$ prudent Conduct prove 141:35,048[A ]| What was denied to$4$ mighty Jove 141:35,049[A ]| Together to$9$ be Wise and Love? 141:35,050[A ]| In$4$ this you highest Skill of Choice and Judgement shew, 141:35,051[A ]| It is here displayed, and here rewarded too; 141:35,052[A ]| Others move only by$4$ unbridled guideless Heat, 141:35,053[A ]| But you mix Love with Policy, Passion with State: 141:35,054[A ]| You scorned the Painter's Hands your Hearts should tie, 141:35,055[A ]| Which$6#1$ oft (and here they must) the Original belie, 141:35,056[A ]| (For$3$ how should Art that$6#2$ Beauty undertake 141:35,057[A ]| Which$6#1$ Heaven would strive in$4$ vain again to$9$ make?) 141:35,058[A ]| Taught by$4$ Religion you did better Methods try, 141:35,059[A ]| And worshipped not the Image, but the Deity: 141:35,060[A ]| Go, envied Prince, your glorious Bride receive, 141:35,061[A ]| Too great for$4$ ought, but mighty York to$9$ give; 141:35,062[A ]| She, whom if none must Wed, but those who$6#1$ merit Her, 141:35,063[A ]| Monarchs might cease Pretence, and slighted Gods despair: 141:35,064[A ]| Think You in$4$ her far greater Conquests gain, 141:35,065[A ]| Than all the Powers of France have from your Country taken, 141:35,066[A ]| In$4$ her soft Arms let your Ambition bounded lie, 141:35,067[A ]| And fancy there an Universal Monarchy. 141:35,068[A ]| And You; fair Princess, who$6#1$ could thus subdue, 141:35,069[A ]| What France with all its Forces could not do; 141:35,070[A ]| Enjoy Your glorious Prize, 141:35,071[A ]| Enjoy the Triumphs of your conquering Eyes; 141:35,072[A ]| From Him, and the Height of your great Mind look down, 141:35,073[A ]| And with Neglect despise a Throne, 141:35,074[A ]| And think it as great to$9$ merit, as to$9$ wear a Crown: 141:35,075[A ]| Nassaw is all, which$6#1$ your Desires, or Thoughts can frame, 141:35,076[A ]| All Titles lodge within that$6#2$ single Name, 141:35,077[A ]| A Name, which$6#1$ Mars himself would with Ambition bear, 141:35,078[A ]| Prouder in$4$ that$6#2$ than to$9$ be called the God of War: 141:35,079[A ]| To$4$ You, great Madam, (if your Joys admit Increase, 141:35,080[A ]| If Heaven has not already set your Happiness 141:35,081[A ]| Above its power to$9$ raise) 141:35,082[A ]| To$4$ You the zealous humble Muse 141:35,083[A ]| These solemn Wishes consecrates and vows, 141:35,084[A ]| And begs you will$1$ not her offering refuse, 141:35,085[A ]| Which$6#1$ not Your Want, but her Devotion shows. 141:35,086[A ]| May Your great Consort still successfull prove 141:35,087[A ]| In$4$ all his high Attempts, as in$4$ your Love; 141:35,088[A ]| May he through all Attacks of Chance appear 141:35,089[A ]| As free from Danger, as he is from Fear; 141:35,090[A ]| May neither Sense of Grief or Trouble know, 141:35,091[A ]| But what you must to$4$ others in$4$ Compassion show: 141:35,092[A ]| May your bright self be fruitful in$4$ as numerous Store 141:35,093[A ]| Of Princely Births, as she who$6#1$ your great Father bore; 141:35,094[A ]| May Heaven, to$4$ your just Merits kind, 141:35,095[A ]| Repeal the ancient Curse on$4$ Womankind; 141:35,096[A ]| Easy and gentle as the Labours of the Brain, 141:35,097[A ]| May yours all prove, and just so$5#1$ free from Pain; 141:35,098[A ]| May no$2$ rude Noise of War approach your Bed, 141:35,099[A ]| But Peace her downy Wings about you spread, 141:35,100[A ]| Calm as the Season, when fair Halcyons breed: 141:35,101[A ]| May you, and the just Owner of your Breast, 141:35,102[A ]| Both in$4$ as full Content and Happiness be blest, 141:35,103[A ]| As the first sinless Pair of old enjoyed, 141:35,104[A ]| Before Guilt their Innocence and that$6#2$ destroyed: 141:35,105[A ]| Till nothing but Continuance to$4$ your Bliss can add, 141:35,106[A ]| And you by$4$ Heaven alone be happier made; 141:35,107[A ]| Till future Poets, who$6#1$ your Lives review, 141:35,108[A ]| When they would their utmost Pitch of Flattery shew, 141:35,109[A ]| Shall Pray their Patrons may become like$4$ you, 141:35,110[A ]| Nor know to$9$ frame a skilful Wish more great, 141:35,111[A ]| Nor think a higher Blessing in$4$ the Gift of Fate. 141:37,000@@@@@| 141:37,000[' ]| 141:37,000[' ]| 141:37,001[A ]| Pardon, that$3$ with slow Gladness we so$5#1$ late 141:37,002[A ]| Your wished return of Health congratulate: 141:37,003[A ]| Our Joys at first so$5#1$ thronged to$9$ get abroad, 141:37,004[A ]| They hindered one another in$4$ the crowd; 141:37,005[A ]| And now such haste to$9$ tell their Message make, 141:37,006[A ]| They only stammer when they meant to$9$ speak. 141:37,007[A ]| You the fair Subject which$6#1$ I am to$9$ sing, 141:37,008[A ]| To$4$ whose kind Hands this humble joy I bring: 141:37,009[A ]| Aid me, I beg, while I this Theme pursue, 141:37,010[A ]| For$3$ I invoke no$2$ other Muse but you. 141:37,011[A ]| Long time had you here brightly shone below 141:37,012[A ]| With all the Rays kind Heaven could bestow. 141:37,013[A ]| No$2$ envious Cloud ever offered to$9$ invade 141:37,014[A ]| Your Lustre, or compel it to$4$ a Shade: 141:37,015[A ]| Nor did it yet by$4$ any Sign appear, 141:37,016[A ]| But that$3$ you throughout Immortal were. 141:37,017[A ]| Till Heaven (if Heaven could prove so$5#1$ cruel) sent 141:37,018[A ]| To$9$ interrupt the Growth of your content. 141:37,019[A ]| As if it grudged those Gifts you did enjoy, 141:37,020[A ]| And would that$6#2$ Bounty which$6#1$ it gave, destroy: 141:37,021[A ]| It was since your Excellence did envy move 141:37,022[A ]| In$4$ those high Powers and made them jealous prove. 141:37,023[A ]| They thought these Glories should they still have shined 141:37,024[A ]| Unsullied, were too much for$4$ Woman-kind; 141:37,025[A ]| Which$6#1$ might they write as lasting, as they are Fair, 141:37,026[A ]| Too great for$4$ ought, but Deities appear: 141:37,027[A ]| But Heaven (it may be) was not yet complete, 141:37,028[A ]| And lacked you there to$9$ fill your empty Seat. 141:37,029[A ]| And when it could not fairly woo you hence, 141:37,030[A ]| Turned Ravisher, and offered Violence. 141:37,031[A ]| Sickness did first a formal siege begin, 141:37,032[A ]| And by$4$ sure slowness tried your Life to$9$ win; 141:37,033[A ]| As if by$4$ lingering methods Heaven meant 141:37,034[A ]| To$9$ chase you hence and tire you to$9$ consent. 141:37,035[A ]| But, this in$4$ vain, Fate did to$9$ force resort, 141:37,036[A ]| And next by$4$ Storm strove to$9$ attack the fort. 141:37,037[A ]| A Sleep, dull as your last, did you Arrest, 141:37,038[A ]| And all the Magazines of Life possessed. 141:37,039[A ]| No$2$ more the Blood its circling course did run, 141:37,040[A ]| But in$4$ the veins, like$4$ Icicles, it hung. 141:37,041[A ]| No$2$ more the Heart (now void of quickening heat) 141:37,042[A ]| The tuneful March of vital Motion beat. 141:37,043[A ]| Stiffness did into all the Sinews climb, 141:37,044[A ]| And a short Death crept cold through every Limb. 141:37,045[A ]| All Signs of Life from sight so$5#1$ far withdrew, 141:37,046[A ]| It was now thought Popery to$9$ pray for$4$ you. 141:37,047[A ]| There might you (were not that$6#2$ sense lost) have seen 141:37,048[A ]| How your true Death would have resented been: 141:37,049[A ]| A Lethargy, like$4$ yours, each breast did seize, 141:37,050[A ]| And all by$4$ Sympathy catched your Disease. 141:37,051[A ]| Around you silent Imagery appears, 141:37,052[A ]| And nought in$4$ the Spectators moves, but Tears. 141:37,053[A ]| They pay what grief were to$4$ your Funeral due, 141:37,054[A ]| And yet dare hope Heaven would your Life renew. 141:37,055[A ]| Meanwhile, all means, all drugs prescribed are, 141:37,056[A ]| Which$6#1$ the decays of Health, or Strength repair, 141:37,057[A ]| Medicines so$5#1$ powerful they new Souls would save, 141:37,058[A ]| And Life in$4$ long-dead Carcasses retrieve: 141:37,059[A ]| But these in$4$ vain, they rougher Methods try, 141:37,060[A ]| And now you are Martyred that$3$ you may not die; 141:37,061[A ]| Sad Scene of Fate! when Tortures were your gain: 141:37,062[A ]| And it was a kindness thought to$9$ wish you pain! 141:37,063[A ]| As if the slackened string of Life run down, 141:37,064[A ]| Could only by$4$ the Rack be screwed in$4$ tune. 141:37,065[A ]| But Heaven at last (grown conscious that$3$ its power 141:37,066[A ]| Could scarce what was to$9$ die with you restore) 141:37,067[A ]| And loath to$9$ see such glories over-come, 141:37,068[A ]| Sent a post Angel to$9$ repeal your doom; 141:37,069[A ]| Strait Fate obeyed the Charge which$6#1$ Heaven sent, 141:37,070[A ]| And gave this first dear Proof, it could Repent: 141:37,071[A ]| Triumphant Charms! what may you not subdue, 141:37,072[A ]| When Fate is your Slave, and thus submits to$4$ you! 141:37,073[A ]| It now again the new-broke Thread does knit, 141:37,074[A ]| And for$4$ another Clue her spindle fit: 141:37,075[A ]| And life's hid spark which$6#1$ did unquenched remain, 141:37,076[A ]| Caught the fled light and brought it back again: 141:37,077[A ]| Thus you revived, and all our Joys with you 141:37,078[A ]| Revived and found their Resurrection too: 141:37,079[A ]| Some only grieved, that$3$ what was Deathless thought 141:37,080[A ]| They saw so$5#1$ near to$4$ Fatal ruin brought: 141:37,081[A ]| Now crowds of Blessings on$4$ that$6#2$ happy hand, 141:37,082[A ]| Whose skill could eager Destiny withstand; 141:37,083[A ]| Whose learned Power has rescued from the Grave, 141:37,084[A ]| That$6#2$ Life which$6#1$ it was a Miracle to$9$ save; 141:37,085[A ]| That$6#2$ Life which$6#1$ were it thus untimely lost, 141:37,086[A ]| Had been the fairest Spoil Death ever could boast: 141:37,087[A ]| May he henceforth be God of healing thought, 141:37,088[A ]| By$4$ whom such good to$4$ you and us was brought: 141:37,089[A ]| Altars and shrines to$4$ him are justly due, 141:37,090[A ]| Who$6#1$ shewed himself a God by$4$ raising you. 141:37,091[A ]| But say, fair Saint, for$3$ you alone can know, 141:37,092[A ]| Whither your Soul in$4$ this short flight did go; 141:37,093[A ]| Went it to$9$ antedate that$6#2$ Happiness, 141:37,094[A ]| You must at last (though late we hope) possess? 141:37,095[A ]| Inform us lest we should your Fate belie, 141:37,096[A ]| And call that$6#2$ Death which$6#1$ was but Ecstasy, 141:37,097[A ]| The Queen of Love (we are told) once let us see 141:37,098[A ]| That$3$ Goddesses from wounds could not be free; 141:37,099[A ]| And you by$4$ this unwished Occasion show 141:37,100[A ]| That$3$ they like$4$ Mortal us can Sickness know: 141:37,101[A ]| Pity! that$3$ Heaven should all its Titles give, 141:37,102[A ]| And yet not let you with them ever live. 141:37,103[A ]| You would lack no$2$ point that$6#1$ makes a Deity, 141:37,104[A ]| If you could like$4$ it too Immortal be. 141:37,105[A ]| And so$5#2$ you are; half boasts a Deathless State; 141:37,106[A ]| Although your frailer part must yield to$4$ Fate. 141:37,107[A ]| By$4$ every breach in$4$ that$6#2$ fair lodging made, 141:37,108[A ]| Its blest Inhabitant is more displayed: 141:37,109[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ white Snow which$6#1$ overspreads your skin, 141:37,110[A ]| We trace the whiter Soul which$6#1$ dwells within; 141:37,111[A ]| Which$6#1$ while you through this shining Hue display 141:37,112[A ]| Looks like$4$ a Star placed in$4$ the Milky way: 141:37,113[A ]| Such the bright Bodies of the Blessed are, 141:37,114[A ]| When they for$4$ Raiment clothed with Light appear, 141:37,115[A ]| And should you visit now the Seats of Bliss, 141:37,116[A ]| You need not wear another form but this. 141:37,117[A ]| Never did Sickness in$4$ such pomp appear, 141:37,118[A ]| As when it thus your Livery did wear, 141:37,119[A ]| Disease itself looked amiable here. 141:37,120[A ]| So$3$ Clouds which$6#1$ would obscure the Sun oft gilded be, 141:37,121[A ]| And Shades are taught to$9$ shine as bright as he. 141:37,122[A ]| Grieve not fair Nymph, when in$4$ your glass you trace 141:37,123[A ]| The marring footsteps of a pale Disease. 141:37,124[A ]| Regret not that$3$ your cheeks their Roses want, 141:37,125[A ]| Which$6#1$ a few Days shall in$4$ full store replant, 141:37,126[A ]| Which$6#1$, whilst your Blood withdraws its guilty Red, 141:37,127[A ]| Tells that$3$ you own no$2$ faults that$6#1$ blushes need: 141:37,128[A ]| The Sun whose Bounty does each Spring restore 141:37,129[A ]| What Winter from the rifled Meadows tore, 141:37,130[A ]| Which$6#1$ every Morning with an early ray 141:37,131[A ]| Paints the young Blushing Cheeks of instant Day: 141:37,132[A ]| Whose skill (inimitable here below,) 141:37,133[A ]| Limns those gay Clouds which$6#1$ form Heaven's coloured bow, 141:37,134[A ]| That$6#2$ Sun shall soon with Interest repay, 141:37,135[A ]| All the lost Beauty Sickness snatched away. 141:37,136[A ]| Your Beams like$4$ his shall hourly now advance, 141:37,137[A ]| And every minute their swift Growth enhance. 141:37,138[A ]| Meanwhile (that$3$ you no$2$ helps of health refuse) 141:37,139[A ]| Accept these humble Wishes of the Muse: 141:37,140[A ]| Which$6#1$ shall not of their Just Petition fail, 141:37,141[A ]| If she (and she is a Goddess) ought prevail. 141:37,142[A ]| May no$2$ profane Disease henceforth approach 141:37,143[A ]| This sacred Temple with unhallowed touch, 141:37,144[A ]| Or with rude sacrilege its frame debauch. 141:37,145[A ]| May these fair Members always happy be 141:37,146[A ]| In$4$ as full Strength and well-set Harmony, 141:37,147[A ]| As the new Foundress of your sex could boast, 141:37,148[A ]| Before she by$4$ Sin her first Perfection lost: 141:37,149[A ]| May Destiny, just to$4$ your Merits, twine, 141:37,150[A ]| All your smooth Fortunes in$4$ a Silken Line. 141:37,151[A ]| And that$3$ you may at Heaven late arrive, 141:37,152[A ]| May it to$4$ you its largest Bottom give. 141:37,153[A ]| May Heaven with still repeated Favours bless, 141:37,154[A ]| Till it its Power below its Will$0$ confess; 141:37,155[A ]| Till Wishes can no$2$ more exalt your Fate, 141:37,156[A ]| Nor Poets fancy you more Fortunate. 141:38,000@@@@@| 141:38,000[' ]| 141:38,000[' ]| 141:38,000[' ]| 141:38,001[A ]| She did, She did ~~ I saw her mount the Sky, 141:38,002[A ]| And with new Whiteness paint the Galaxy. 141:38,003[A ]| Heaven her methought with all its Eyes did view, 141:38,004[A ]| And yet acknowledged all its Eyes too few. 141:38,005[A ]| Methought I saw in$4$ crowds blest Spirits meet, 141:38,006[A ]| And with loud Welcomes her arrival greet; 141:38,007[A ]| Which$6#1$ could they grieve, had gone with grief away 141:38,008[A ]| To$9$ see a Soul more white, more pure than they. 141:38,009[A ]| Earth was unworthy such a prize as this, 141:38,010[A ]| Only a while Heaven let us share the Bliss: 141:38,011[A ]| In$4$ vain her stay with fruitless Tears we would woo, 141:38,012[A ]| In$4$ vain we would court, when that$6#2$ our Rival grew. 141:38,013[A ]| Thanks, ye kind Powers! who$6#1$ did so$5#1$ long dispense, 141:38,014[A ]| (Since you so$5#2$ wished her) with her absence thence: 141:38,015[A ]| We now resign, to$4$ you alone we grant 141:38,016[A ]| The sweet Monopoly of such a Saint; 141:38,017[A ]| So$5#1$ pure a Saint, I scarce dare call her so$5#2$, 141:38,018[A ]| For$4$ fear to$9$ wrong her with a Name too low: 141:38,019[A ]| Such a Seraphic brightness in$4$ her shined, 141:38,020[A ]| I hardly can believe her Woman-kind. 141:38,021[A ]| It was sure some noble Being left the Sphere, 141:38,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ deigned a little to$9$ inhabit here, 141:38,023[A ]| And can not be said to$9$ die, but disappear. 141:38,024[A ]| Or if she Mortal was and meant to$9$ show 141:38,025[A ]| Sure Heaven preserved her by$4$ the fall uncursed, 141:38,026[A ]| To$9$ tell how all the Sex were formed at first: 141:38,027[A ]| Never did yet so$5#1$ much Divinity 141:38,028[A ]| In$4$ such a small Compendium crowded lie. 141:38,029[A ]| By$4$ her we credit what the Learned tell, 141:38,030[A ]| That$3$ many Angels in$4$ one point can dwell. 141:38,031[A ]| More damned Fiends did not in$4$ Mary rest, 141:38,032[A ]| Than lodged of Blessed Spirits in$4$ her Breast; 141:38,033[A ]| Religion dawned so$5#1$ early in$4$ her mind, 141:38,034[A ]| You would think her Saint whilst in$4$ the Tomb enshrined: 141:38,035[A ]| Nay, that$6#2$ bright ray which$6#1$ did her Temples paint, 141:38,036[A ]| Proclaimed her clearly, while alive, a Saint. 141:38,037[A ]| Scarce had she learnt to$9$ lisp Religion's Name, 141:38,038[A ]| Before she by$4$ her Example preached the same, 141:38,039[A ]| And taught her Cradle like$4$ the Pulpit to$9$ reclaim. 141:38,040[A ]| No$2$ Action did within her Practice fall 141:38,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ for$4$ the Atonement of a Blush could call: 141:38,042[A ]| No$2$ word of hers ever greeted any Ear, 141:38,043[A ]| But what a dying Saint confessed might hear. 141:38,044[A ]| Her Thoughts had scarcely ever sullied been 141:38,045[A ]| By$4$ the least Foot-steps of Original Sin. 141:38,046[A ]| Her Life did still as much Devotion breath 141:38,047[A ]| As others do at their last Gasp in$4$ Death. 141:38,048[A ]| Hence on$4$ her Tomb of her let not be said, 141:38,049[A ]| So$5#1$ long she lived; but thus, so$5#1$ long she prayed. 141:40,000@@@@@| 141:40,000[' ]| 141:40,000[' ]| 141:40,000[' ]| 141:40,001[A ]| I sing of Battles and that$6#2$ sacred Wight, 141:40,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ long contests and unconquered might 141:40,003[A ]| In$4$ Pourges, famed by$4$ his great acts, at last 141:40,004[A ]| A fatal Desk within a Chapel placed: 141:40,005[A ]| In$4$ vain to$9$ cross his high designs the Chanter twice 141:40,006[A ]| Made the whole Chapter in$4$ rebellion rise, 141:40,007[A ]| This Dean by$4$ his Sexton's aid did all withstand, 141:40,008[A ]| And to$4$ the last his Church's cause maintained: 141:40,009[A ]| Tell me, o Muse, what spite, what baneful rage 141:40,010[A ]| Could holy men in$4$ such fierce broils engage; 141:40,011[A ]| What made so$5#1$ long the two famed rivals jar; 141:40,012[A ]| Can devout minds so$5#1$ much of malice bear? 141:40,013[A ]| And You, great Sir, whose wise preventing power 141:40,014[A ]| Gave this the Church's growing Schism a cure, 141:40,015[A ]| Bless with your kind regards the great affair, 141:40,016[A ]| And from so$5#1$ grave a subject laughter bar: 141:40,017[A ]| Long time had Pourges ancient Church enjoyed 141:40,018[A ]| A constant peace, by$4$ nought of broils annoyed; 141:40,019[A ]| Her healthful Canons in$4$ good plight and case, 141:40,020[A ]| Thrived and grew fat by$4$ long and holy ease: 141:40,021[A ]| Without one's stirring from his downy bed 141:40,022[A ]| These godly Sluggards had their Matins said, 141:40,023[A ]| Never waked but just to$9$ dine, and in$4$ their place 141:40,024[A ]| Left the deputed Chanters God to$9$ praise. 141:40,025[A ]| When Discord, with foul Crimes all over stained, 141:40,026[A ]| And proud with late success of conquests gained, 141:40,027[A ]| In$4$ chase of new, leaving the Cordeliers 141:40,028[A ]| Now her next course towards the Minims steers, 141:40,029[A ]| Dreadful her march, and wheresoever she hies, 141:40,030[A ]| Peace stands amazed aloof, or trembling flies, 141:40,031[A ]| Meeting at length her Palace in$4$ her walk, 141:40,032[A ]| By$4$ some near tree she stops, and makes an halt; 141:40,033[A ]| There with glad eys her empire she surveys, 141:40,034[A ]| Pleased at the tumult she herself does raise 141:40,035[A ]| There sees she, wheresoever she lets roam 141:40,036[A ]| A wandering view, her faithful Normans come, 141:40,037[A ]| There sees she in$4$ vast crowds each trice resort 141:40,038[A ]| The Laity, Clergy, Country, City, Court; 141:40,039[A ]| And all about Lawyers in$4$ thick squadrons stand, 141:40,040[A ]| And wave the standards of her high command: 141:40,041[A ]| One Church alone triumphs over her designs, 141:40,042[A ]| And in$4$ soft peace amidst all tumult reigns, 141:40,043[A ]| This alone braves, alone her power contemns, 141:40,044[A ]| And bars her entrance with a stout defence: 141:40,045[A ]| Discord, whom the loathed sight of quiet alarms, 141:40,046[A ]| At this herself and snakes to$4$ vengeance arms, 141:40,047[A ]| Her mouth around a scattered poison throws, 141:40,048[A ]| And from her eyes fire in$4$ long flashes glows: 141:40,049@c | What? 141:40,049[A ]| says she, with a voice was seen to$9$ make 141:40,050[A ]| The Chapel and its whole foundations shake, 141:40,051@c | Have I till now engaged in$4$ mortal jars 141:40,052@c | The Carmelites, Celestins, Cordeliers? 141:40,053@c | Made the poor Austins my fierce anger know, 141:40,054@c | Much war and many sieges undergo? 141:40,055@c | Have I so$5#1$ oft by$4$ my own force alone 141:40,056@c | Amongst all Orders seeds of faction sown? 141:40,057@c | And shall this Church, a rebel only, dare 141:40,058@c | Spite of my arts in$4$ peace to$9$ persevere? 141:40,059@c | Am I a Goddess then? will$1$ any more 141:40,060@c | Mankind my power with sacrifice adore? 141:40,061[A ]| This said, she, her foul projects to$9$ disguise, 141:40,062[A ]| Takes an old Chanter's visage, mien and voice, 141:40,063[A ]| Thick flaming rubies paint his warlike face, 141:40,064[A ]| And grave Bamboo supports his reeling pace: 141:40,065[A ]| She, thus prepared, without all further stay 141:40,066[A ]| To$9$ find the Prelate out directs her way: 141:40,067[A ]| Far back in$4$ an apartment wisely made, 141:40,068[A ]| Where noise can never the privacy invade, 141:40,069[A ]| Within an alcove's close obscure retreat, 141:40,070[A ]| The scene of undisturbed ease and quiet, 141:40,071[A ]| A bed with well-stuffed pride itself does raise, 141:40,072[A ]| Rich with the spoils of all the feathered race: 141:40,073[A ]| Four stately curtains drawn exclude the light, 141:40,074[A ]| And in$4$ the midst of day create a night: 141:40,075[A ]| There, free at once from noise and care and pains 141:40,076[A ]| Stretched wanton Sloth on$4$ downy empire reigns; 141:40,077[A ]| There it is, the Dean, with breakfast late refreshed, 141:40,078[A ]| Waits dinner, and beguiles the time in$4$ rest: 141:40,079[A ]| Plump Youth sits smiling in$4$ his cheerful face 141:40,080[A ]| And over his strutting cheeks her bloom displays: 141:40,081[A ]| Two stories down his brace of chins advance, 141:40,082[A ]| And strive to$9$ meet halfway his rising paunch: 141:40,083[A ]| Vast bulk and compass his huge waist contains, 141:40,084[A ]| And the strait girdle's narrow bounds disdains: 141:40,085[A ]| The yielding Bed with weight of such a pack 141:40,086[A ]| Shrinks under, and its twisted bed-cords crack: 141:40,087[A ]| The Goddess entering finds the table spread, 141:40,088[A ]| With plates and napkins in$4$ just order laid; 141:40,089[A ]| Much she admires, and much discovers there 141:40,090[A ]| The conduct of the Church and decent care; 141:40,091[A ]| Then towards the bed her soft approach she makes, 141:40,092[A ]| And with these terms the sleeping Dean bespeaks: 141:40,093@c | Sleepest thou? fond man, sleepest thou? while near the place 141:40,094@c | Even now the Chanter in$4$ full Choir displays 141:40,095@c | His hardened impudence and thy disgrace? 141:40,096@c | Sings the Te Deums, the Processions goes, 141:40,097@c | And showers of Blessings lavishly bestows? 141:40,098@c | Sleepest thou? o senseless of approaching fate! 141:40,099@c | Whilst dangers thus surround thy tottering state? 141:40,100@c | Whilst in$4$ dispute thy threatened Mitre stands, 141:40,101@c | The likely Spoil of bold usurping hands? 141:40,102@c | Up$5$ from this lazy bed, that$6#1$ holds thee now, 141:40,103@c | Bid Sleep, or else thy Bishopric adieu: 141:40,104[A ]| She spoke; and from her cursed mouth a blast 141:40,105[A ]| Sent with her words infects his tainted breast; 141:40,106[A ]| Hate, Strife, and malice strait take up$5$ the place, 141:40,107[A ]| And peace with all its gentler forms deface: 141:40,108[A ]| The Dean awakes, raised by$4$ the dismal noise, 141:40,109[A ]| And with a look aghast, and trembling voice, 141:40,110[A ]| His blessing on$4$ the parting Fiend bestows: 141:40,111[A ]| As a fierce Bull, whom some ambitious Breeze 141:40,112[A ]| Dares sting, and with his life the glory buys, 141:40,113[A ]| The haughty Beast with rage the wound resents, 141:40,114[A ]| And his high passion in$4$ loud bellowings vents; 141:40,115[A ]| The Prelate so$3$, rising from his frightful dream, 141:40,116[A ]| Does to$4$ his men his mighty grief proclaim, 141:40,117[A ]| With dauntless courage he resolves to$9$ meet 141:40,118[A ]| The full-charged Choir, and stem the attacks of Fate, 141:40,119[A ]| Dinner itself, nor all its charms can make 141:40,120[A ]| From that$6#2$ resolve his firm intentions shake: 141:40,121[A ]| In$4$ vain his Almoner, wise Gilotin 141:40,122[A ]| Dissuades with grave advice the rash design, 141:40,123[A ]| Shews him the danger, how it is allmost noon, 141:40,124[A ]| How dinner must be spoiled, if it go on$5$: 141:40,125@d | What rage, 141:40,125[A ]| says he, 141:40,125@d | what unheard frenzy now 141:40,126@d | Makes you from dinner to$4$ dull service go? 141:40,127@d | You, whom the Fates for$4$ noble ease ordain, 141:40,128@d | Should better your great character maintain: 141:40,129@d | Leave this to$4$ meaner vassals of the trade; 141:40,130@d | Was it to$9$ pray that$3$ you were Prelate made? 141:40,131@d | At least why now? why this untimely zeal, 141:40,132@d | When weightier matters your devotion call? 141:40,133@d | When reeking dainties your attendance wait, 141:40,134@d | With all that$6#1$ may the eye, or palate treat? 141:40,135@d | Is this a time for$4$ fasting? is it Lent, 141:40,136@d | Ember, or Vigil to$9$ be abstinent? 141:40,137@d | No$7$, no$7$, be wise, all present feuds forego, 141:40,138@d | Your rage does now deserve a nobler Foe: 141:40,139@d | Nor let this prudent maxim be forgot, 141:40,140@d | "Dinner twice heated is not worth a groat: 141:40,141[A ]| This said; he with a quick dispatchful care 141:40,142[A ]| Makes the Potage upon$4$ the board appear: 141:40,143[A ]| The Dean with holy reverence at the sight 141:40,144[A ]| Stands mute awhile, and lost in$4$ rapture quite: 141:40,145[A ]| This staggers all his late resolves at last; 141:40,146[A ]| It is now decreed to$9$ stay till dinner is past; 141:40,147[A ]| Dull ceremony bared, he falls to$9$ eat, 141:40,148[A ]| Haste and his passion make him grace forget: 141:40,149[A ]| With such fierce rage the morsels down he throws, 141:40,150[A ]| As if he with his meat devoured his Foes: 141:40,151[A ]| Thick crowding bits, by$4$ his tired jaws unbroke, 141:40,152[A ]| Are swallowed, and almost the passage choke: 141:40,153[A ]| The faithful Gilotin, who$6#1$ still does bear 141:40,154[A ]| In$4$ all his just concerns a loyal share, 141:40,155[A ]| Flies thence amazed, and winged with fear and speed, 141:40,156[A ]| Through his whole party does the terror spread: 141:40,157[A ]| Quick as the alarm the troops together fly, 141:40,158[A ]| Resolved to$9$ vanquish in$4$ his cause or die: 141:40,159[A ]| So$3$ marched of old upon$4$ the Thracian plains 141:40,160[A ]| The dreadful Squadrons of embattled Cranes, 141:40,161[A ]| When by$4$ their Chief the warlike Pygmies led, 141:40,162[A ]| Durst Hebre's banks their native realm invade: 141:40,163[A ]| The Dean, to$9$ see the wished assembly met, 141:40,164[A ]| Takes heart, and rising does their entrance greet; 141:40,165[A ]| His looks no$2$ more their former fury wear, 141:40,166[A ]| But recomposed put on$5$ a gentler air; 141:40,167[A ]| The Gammon, such high Friends to$9$ entertain, 141:40,168[A ]| Though late removed, is now recalled again: 141:40,169[A ]| Himself the first, the company to$9$ grace, 141:40,170[A ]| With brisk Pontack fills up$5$ a top-full glass; 141:40,171[A ]| He drinks it off, and all in$4$ order strait 141:40,172[A ]| Their Leader's great example imitate: 141:40,173[A ]| Another round succeeds, and out of hand 141:40,174[A ]| They find the large capacious vessel drained: 141:40,175[A ]| Soon as wine's generous heat their heads has warmed, 141:40,176[A ]| Inflamed their Spirits, and their courage armed; 141:40,177[A ]| The cloth is removed, and every man intent, 141:40,178[A ]| With eys and ears are on$4$ the Prelate bent; 141:40,179[A ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ the wondering audience with a voice 141:40,180[A ]| And looks, that$6#1$ well befit his present woes, 141:40,181[A ]| Does in$4$ these terms his mighty grief disclose: 141:40,182@b | Ye great Associates of my toils and cares, 141:40,183@b | Of which$6#1$ each feels, and each a burden shares; 141:40,184@b | You, by$4$ whose aid and friendship long sustained, 141:40,185@b | I over a factious Chapter conquest gained, 141:40,186@b | And settled now in$4$ my established throne, 141:40,187@b | Am raised to$9$ sing Magnificat alone: 141:40,188@b | Will$1$ you ever let an haughty fool depose 141:40,189@b | Him, whom your high and open suffrage chose? 141:40,190@b | How long will$1$ you the Chanter's yoke endure? 141:40,191@b | How long submit your trampled necks and power? 141:40,192@b | Shall he usurp my rights? shall he give laws, 141:40,193@b | And the great charter of your Desk dispose? 141:40,194@b | This very morning (it is no$2$ idle dream; 141:40,195@b | A God in$4$ sleep to$4$ me revealed the same) 141:40,196@b | He durst, bold man, in$4$ Choir my Blessings give, 141:40,197@b | He durst invade my great prerogative: 141:40,198@b | Thus his the fruits of all my pains he makes, 141:40,199@b | And my own arms to$9$ work my ruin takes: 141:40,200@b | Did I ever think? ~~ 141:40,200[A ]| and more he would expressed, 141:40,201[A ]| But left his looks and sighs to$9$ say the rest: 141:40,202[A ]| In$4$ vain he would the unfinished speech pursue, 141:40,203[A ]| Vast floods of tears his gushing eys overflow: 141:40,204[A ]| Still, as he would try, grief spoils the weak efforts, 141:40,205[A ]| And crowding sobs rise up$5$, and choke his words: 141:40,206[A ]| Kind Gilotin, with whom this most had wrought, 141:40,207[A ]| For$4$ cure has the restoring bottle brought: 141:40,208[A ]| When Sidrac, who$6#1$ by$4$ weight of years oppressed, 141:40,209[A ]| That$6#1$ stayed, and made him slower than the rest, 141:40,210[A ]| Arrives at last with reverend cane in$4$ hand, 141:40,211[A ]| And out of breath at the entrance makes a stand: 141:40,212[A ]| This hoary Nestor had four ages been 141:40,213[A ]| Of the Choir, and all their different customs seen, 141:40,214[A ]| Whom high deserts from bare Churchwarden's place 141:40,215[A ]| Did by$4$ degrees to$4$ Vestry-keeper raise: 141:40,216[A ]| He to$4$ the Prelate cast in$4$ doleful trance, 141:40,217[A ]| The cause conjectured, makes his slow advance: 141:40,218[A ]| Thrice does he cough, thrice stroke his formal beard, 141:40,219[A ]| And in$4$ grave words thus to$9$ advise is heard: 141:40,220@e | Leave, worthy Dean, 141:40,220[A ]| says he, 141:40,220@e | vain tears and sighs, 141:40,221@e | Be they the lot of thy false enemies: 141:40,222@e | To$9$ save thy rights and empire only hear 141:40,223@e | What now propitious Heaven does me inspire: 141:40,224@e | Within the Choir, where, at thy left hand set, 141:40,225@e | The Chanter does display his pride and state, 141:40,226@e | Upon$4$ that$6#2$ frame of boards, we there behold, 141:40,227@e | Which$6#1$ books and leaning elbows does uphold, 141:40,228@e | Stood heretofore (I well remember yet) 141:40,229@e | A large-built Desk of huger bulk and rate, 141:40,230@e | Whose vast extent, raised with prodigious height, 141:40,231@e | The place around overlooked and shadowed quite: 141:40,232@e | Behind its eaves, as some concealing Screen, 141:40,233@e | The Chanter hid, was by$4$ the Choir unseen; 141:40,234@e | While on$4$ the other side the Dean in$4$ view 141:40,235@e | All the regards of the whole Chappel drew: 141:40,236@e | But some ill Genius, urged with fatal Spite 141:40,237@e | To$4$ the holy Desk, to$9$ work its fate thought fit, 141:40,238@e | (Whether in$4$ night contrived by$4$ wicked hand 141:40,239@e | Or from all age by$4$ Destiny ordained) 141:40,240@e | One morning down it fell in$4$ pieces quite, 141:40,241@e | These very eyes beheld the dismal sight: 141:40,242@e | I, who$6#1$ with Heaven espoused the Chanter's side, 141:40,243@e | The ruins to$4$ the Vestry had conveyed, 141:40,244@e | Where thirty years lain buried and forgot 141:40,245@e | Amongst dust and worms it does inglorious rot: 141:40,246@e | Now this I counsel: When returning night 141:40,247@e | With its black veil drawn over shuts out the light, 141:40,248@e | Three of us, whom the Fates by$4$ lot shall bid, 141:40,249@e | Silent, and by$4$ its favouring darkness hid, 141:40,250@e | Shall to$4$ the Vestry undescried repair, 141:40,251@e | And searching out the Desk with heedful care, 141:40,252@e | Shall reunite the loose ill-jointed mass, 141:40,253@e | And see it removed and fixed in$4$ the ancient place: 141:40,254@e | Which$6#1$ if next day the Chanter dare subvert, 141:40,255@e | What more can strengthen and make good thy part? 141:40,256@e | Exposed to$4$ all attacks of thy just rage he lies, 141:40,257@e | A thousand dreadful Writs and Processes: 141:40,258@e | Rather than lose thy rights, which$6#1$ Heaven maintains, 141:40,259@e | Let all be ruined; it is the Church's Sense: 141:40,260@e | By$4$ these brave ways a Prelate should make known 141:40,261@e | His gallantry, his conduct and renown: 141:40,262@e | Let not your glories and your high-born mind 141:40,263@e | Be to$4$ a narrow Choir and Prayers confined; 141:40,264@e | In$4$ Aleth this may pass, where easy fools 141:40,265@e | Move by$4$ Religion and dull virtue's rules; 141:40,266@e | Pourges and we, who$6#1$ boast a nobler name, 141:40,267@e | From such poor ties a free exemption claim: 141:40,268@e | And while these troubles shall thy power enhance, 141:40,269@e | Thou mayest thy Blessings uncontrolled dispense; 141:40,270@e | Nay, to$9$ outbrave the Chanter and his pride, 141:40,271@e | Do it in$4$ his sight, and bless himself beside. 141:40,272[A ]| Well this discourse does the whole audience move, 141:40,273[A ]| Who$6#1$ its great author justly all approve, 141:40,274[A ]| But most the ravished Dean, whose grateful zeal 141:40,275[A ]| In$4$ loud applause does his high transport tell: 141:40,276[A ]| It is moved that$3$ strait through all the troop be chose 141:40,277[A ]| The three, to$4$ whom the Fates shall give their voice; 141:40,278[A ]| But all contend alike with rival strife, 141:40,279[A ]| Each in$4$ the service vows to$9$ stake his life: 141:40,280@b | Leave, 141:40,280[A ]| says the Dean, 141:40,280@b | this generous contest leave; 141:40,281@b | The lot alone must the decision give; 141:40,282@b | To$9$ end this feud we cuts resolve to$9$ draw, 141:40,283@b | Be chance our guide, and Destiny our law: 141:40,284[A ]| He says; they all obey; each would be first, 141:40,285[A ]| And pressing elbows writing elbows thrust: 141:40,286[A ]| Soon thirty names appear in$4$ paper writ, 141:40,287[A ]| Some by$4$ their marks and some by$4$ proxy set: 141:40,288[A ]| In$4$ equal pieces these with justness cut 141:40,289[A ]| After due shuffling in$4$ a cap are put; 141:40,290[A ]| For$4$ drawing which$6#1$ with more unbiassed hand, 141:40,291[A ]| A Chorister is to$4$ the work ordained, 141:40,292[A ]| Young Guillaume, whom all marks of candour grace, 141:40,293[A ]| Whose blushes artless modesty confess: 141:40,294[A ]| Meanwhile the Dean does all just reverence shew 141:40,295[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ that$6#2$ great solemnity is due; 141:40,296[A ]| With head uncovered, lifted hands and eyes, 141:40,297[A ]| Thrice does he bless the names, and shakes them thrice: 141:40,298[A ]| He turns the cap: The stripling draws: and strait 141:40,299[A ]| Brontin appears, the first marked out by$4$ Fate: 141:40,300[A ]| At this the Dean happy success does bode 141:40,301[A ]| And joyful murmurs run through all the crowd: 141:40,302[A ]| All is hushed: and now the name, the glorious name 141:40,303[A ]| Of great La*Tour the Clock-keeper does claim 141:40,304[A ]| Next place in$4$ the high enterprise of fame: 141:40,305[A ]| This young Adonis, small of size and height, 141:40,306[A ]| Of Anne his consort is the sole delight: 141:40,307[A ]| Kindled with mutual flames this charming pair 141:40,308[A ]| Are both each other's happiness and care: 141:40,309[A ]| And they were both (if not by$4$ fame belied) 141:40,310[A ]| Before wedlock long in$4$ chaste embraces tied; 141:40,311[A ]| But three years since, that$6#2$ tie faster to$9$ bind, 141:40,312[A ]| The Official had the knot of marriage joined: 141:40,313[A ]| This sturdy Brave of cudgelling renown 141:40,314[A ]| In$4$ Wakes' dire rights has his high valour shewn; 141:40,315[A ]| In$4$ his fierce looks and haughty port and mien, 141:40,316[A ]| A warlike air and face of action is seen: 141:40,317[A ]| One name is left to$9$ come, once more the Dean 141:40,318[A ]| Shuffles the pack and shakes them well again: 141:40,319[A ]| Each thinks his name will$1$ prove the last of the three; 141:40,320[A ]| But what strange joys and transports ravish thee, 141:40,321[A ]| O mighty Sexton, brave Boirude, when thou, 141:40,322[A ]| Support of the Cross and of thy Master too, 141:40,323[A ]| Seest to$4$ the Dean thy name appear in$4$ view? 141:40,324[A ]| It is said, thy tallow face and tawny brows 141:40,325[A ]| Did at the time their ancient paleness lose, 141:40,326[A ]| Thy lubber carcase too, crippled before 141:40,327[A ]| With age and gout, now warmed with martial power, 141:40,328[A ]| With active bounds cut capers on$4$ the floor: 141:40,329[A ]| All bless the ruling Fate of human things, 141:40,330[A ]| Which$6#1$ their just cause to$4$ such good hands resigns: 141:40,331[A ]| With this the assembly rise, and out of doors 141:40,332[A ]| All in$4$ disorder shape their hasty course: 141:40,333[A ]| The Dean alone, with rage a while appeased, 141:40,334[A ]| Till supper lulls himself and cares to$9$ rest.