405:01,000@@@@@| 405:01,000[' ]| 405:01,000[' ]| 405:01,000[' ]| 405:01,000[' ]| 405:01,000[' ]| 405:01,000[' ]| 405:01,000[' ]| 405:01,001[A ]| Of all the Creatures in the World that be, 405:01,002[A ]| Beast, Fish, or fowl, that go, or swim, or fly 405:01,003[A ]| Throughout the Globe from London to Japan, 405:01,004[A ]| The arrant'st Fool in my opinion's Man. 405:01,005[A ]| What (strait I'm taken up) an Ant, a Fly, 405:01,006[A ]| A Tiny Mite, which we can hardly see 405:01,007[A ]| Without a Perspective, a silly Ass, 405:01,008[A ]| Or freakish Ape? Dare you affirm, that these 405:01,009[A ]| Have greater sense than Man? Ay, questionless. 405:01,010[A ]| Doctor, I find you're shock'd at this discourse: 405:01,011[A ]| Man is (you cry) Lord of the Universe; 405:01,012[A ]| For him was this fair frame of Nature made, 405:01,013[A ]| And all the Creatures for his use and aid: 405:01,014[A ]| To him alone of all the living kind, 405:01,015[A ]| Has bounteous Heav'n the reas'ning gift assign'd. 405:01,016[A ]| True Sir, that Reason ever was his lot, 405:01,017[A ]| But thence I argue Man the greater Sot. 405:01,018[A ]| This idle talk, (you say) and rambling stuff 405:01,019[A ]| May pass in Satyr, and take well enough 405:01,020[A ]| With Sceptick Fools, who are dispos'd to jeer 405:01,021[A ]| At serious things: but you must make't appear 405:01,022[A ]| By solid proof. Believe me, Sir, I'll do't: 405:01,023[A ]| Take you the Desk, and let's dispute it out. 405:01,024[A ]| Then by your favour, tell me first of all, 405:01,025[A ]| What 'tis, which you grave Doctors Wisdom call? 405:01,026[A ]| You answer: 'Tis an evenness of Soul, 405:01,027[A ]| A steddy temper, which no cares controul, 405:01,028[A ]| No passions ruffle, nor desires inflame, 405:01,029[A ]| Still constant to its self, and still the same, 405:01,030[A ]| That does in all its slow Resolves advance, 405:01,031[A ]| With graver steps, than Benchers, when they dance. 405:01,032[A ]| Most true; yet is not this, I dare maintain, 405:01,033[A ]| Less us'd by any, than the Fool, call'd Man. 405:01,034[A ]| The wiser Emmet, quoted just before, 405:01,035[A ]| In Summer time ranges the Fallows o're 405:01,036[A ]| With pains and labour, to lay in his store: 405:01,037[A ]| But when the blust'ring North with ruffling blasts 405:01,038[A ]| Saddens the year, and Nature overcasts; 405:01,039[A ]| The prudent Insect, hid in privacy, 405:01,040[A ]| Enjoys the fruits of his past industry. 405:01,041[A ]| No Ant of sense was e're so awkward seen, 405:01,042[A ]| To drudg in Winter, loiter in the Spring. 405:01,043[A ]| But sillier Man, in his mistaken way, 405:01,044[A ]| By Reason, his false guide, is led astray: 405:01,045[A ]| Tost by a thousand gusts of wavering doubt, 405:01,046[A ]| His restless mind still rolls from thought to thought: 405:01,047[A ]| In each resolve unsteddy and unfixt, 405:01,048[A ]| And what he one day loaths, desires the next. 405:01,049[A ]| Shall I, so fam'd for many a tuant jest 405:01,050[A ]| On wiving, now go take a jilt at last? 405:01,051[A ]| Shall I turn Husband, and my station choose, 405:01,052[A ]| Amongst the reverend Martyrs of the Noose? 405:01,053[A ]| No, there are fools enough besides in Town, 405:01,054[A ]| To furnish work for Satyr and Lampoon: 405:01,055[A ]| Few months before cried the unthinking Sot, 405:01,056[A ]| Who quickly after, hamper'd in the knot, 405:01,057[A ]| Was quoted for an instance by the rest, 405:01,058[A ]| And bore his Fate, as tamely as the best, 405:01,059[A ]| And thought, that Heav'n from some miraculous side, 405:01,060[A ]| For him alone had drawn a faithful Bride. 405:01,061[A ]| This is our image just: such is that vain, 405:01,062[A ]| That foolish, fickle, motly Creature, Man: 405:01,063[A ]| More changing than a Weathercock, his Head 405:01,064[A ]| Ne'er wakes with the same thoughts, he went to bed, 405:01,065[A ]| Irksome to all beside, and ill at ease, 405:01,066[A ]| He neither others, nor himself can please: 405:01,067[A ]| Each minute round his whirling humours run, 405:01,068[A ]| Now he's a Trooper, and a Priest anon, 405:01,069[A ]| Today in Buff, to morrow in a Gown. 405:01,070[A ]| Yet, pleas'd with idle whimsies of his brain, 405:01,071[A ]| And puft with pride, this haughty thing would fain 405:01,072[A ]| Be thought himself the only stay and prop, 405:01,073[A ]| That holds the mighty frame of Nature up: 405:01,074[A ]| The Skies and Stars his properties must seem, 405:01,075[A ]| And turn-spit Angels tread the spheres for him: 405:01,076[A ]| Of all the Creatures he's the Lord (he cries) 405:01,077[A ]| More absolute, than the French King of his. 405:01,078[A ]| And who is there (say you) that dares deny 405:01,079[A ]| So own'd a truth? That may be, Sir, do I. 405:01,080[A ]| But to omit the controversie here, 405:01,081[A ]| Whether, if met, the Passenger and Bear, 405:01,082[A ]| This or the other stands in greater fear: 405:01,083[A ]| Or, if an Act of Parliament should pass 405:01,084[A ]| That all the Irish Wolves should quit the place, 405:01,085[A ]| They'd strait obey the Statutes high command, 405:01,086[A ]| And at a minutes warning rid the Land: 405:01,087[A ]| This boasted Monarch of the World, that aws 405:01,088[A ]| The Creatures here, and with his beck gives laws; 405:01,089[A ]| This titular King, who thus pretends to be 405:01,090[A ]| The Lord of all, how many Lords has he? 405:01,091[A ]| The lust of Mony, and the lust of Power, 405:01,092[A ]| With Love, and Hate, and twenty passions more, 405:01,093[A ]| Hold him their slave, and chain him to the Oar. 405:01,094[A ]| Scarce has soft sleep in silence clos'd his eyes, 405:01,095[A ]| Up! (strait says Avarice) 'tis time to rise. 405:01,096[A ]| Not yet: one minute longer. Up! (she cries) 405:01,097[A ]| Th'Exchange, and Shops are hardly open yet. 405:01,098[A ]| No matter: Rise! But after all, for what? 405:01,099[A ]| D'ye ask? go, cut the Line, double the Cape, 405:01,100[A ]| Traverse from end to end the spacious deep: 405:01,101[A ]| Search both the Indies, Bantam, and Japan: 405:01,102[A ]| Fetch Sugars from Barbadoes, Wines from Spain. 405:01,103[A ]| What needs all this? I've wealth enough in store, 405:01,104[A ]| I thank the Fates, nor care for adding more. 405:01,105[A ]| You cannot have too much, this point to gain 405:01,106[A ]| You must no Crime, no Perjury refrain, 405:01,107[A ]| Hunger you must endure, Hardship, and Want, 405:01,108[A ]| Amidst full Barns keep an eternal Lent, 405:01,109[A ]| And, tho you've more than B***m has spent, 405:01,110[A ]| Or C***n got, like stingy B***el save, 405:01,111[A ]| And grudg your self the charges of a Grave, 405:01,112[A ]| And the small Ransom of a single Groat, 405:01,113[A ]| From Sword, or Halter to redeem your Throat. 405:01,114[A ]| And pray, why all this sparing? Don't you know? 405:01,115[A ]| Only t'enrich a spendthrift Heir, or so: 405:01,116[A ]| Who shall, when you are timely dead and gone, 405:01,117[A ]| With his gilt Coach and Six amuse the Town, 405:01,118[A ]| Keep his gay brace of Punks, and vainly give 405:01,119[A ]| More for a night, than you to fine for Shrieve. 405:01,120[A ]| But you lose time! The Wind and Vessel waits, 405:01,121[A ]| Quick, let's aboard! Hey for the Downs and Streights. 405:01,122[A ]| Or, if all-powerful Mony fail of charms 405:01,123[A ]| To tempt the wretch, and push him on to harms: 405:01,124[A ]| With a strong hand does fierce Ambition seize, 405:01,125[A ]| And drag him forth from soft repose and ease: 405:01,126[A ]| Amidst ten thousand dangers spurs him on, 405:01,127[A ]| With loss of Blood and Limbs to hunt renown. 405:01,128[A ]| Who for reward of many a wound and maim, 405:01,129[A ]| Is paid with nought but wooden Legs, and Fame; 405:01,130[A ]| And the poor comfort of a grinning Fate, 405:01,131[A ]| To stand recorded in the next Gazette. 405:01,132[A ]| But hold (cries one) your paltry gibing wit, 405:01,133[A ]| Or learn henceforth to aim it more aright: 405:01,134[A ]| If this be any, 'tis a glorious fault, 405:01,135[A ]| Which through all ages has been ever thought 405:01,136[A ]| The Hero's virtue, and chief excellence: 405:01,137[A ]| Pray, what was Alexander in your sence? 405:01,138[A ]| A Fool belike. Yes, faith, Sir, much the same: 405:01,139[A ]| A crack-brain'd Huff, that set the world on flame: 405:01,140[A ]| A Lunatick broke loose, who in his fit 405:01,141[A ]| Fell foul on all, invaded all, he met: 405:01,142[A ]| Who, Lord of the whole Globe, yet not content, 405:01,143[A ]| Lack'd elbow-room, and seem'd too closely pent. 405:01,144[A ]| What madness was't, that, born to a fair Throne, 405:01,145[A ]| Where he might rule with Justice and Renown, 405:01,146[A ]| Like a wild Robber, he should choose to roam, 405:01,147[A ]| A pitied wretch, with neither house, nor home, 405:01,148[A ]| And hurling War and Slaughter up and down, 405:01,149[A ]| Through the wide world make his vast folly known? 405:01,150[A ]| Happy for ten good reasons had it been, 405:01,151[A ]| If Macedon had had a Bedlam then: 405:01,152[A ]| That there with Keepers under close restraint 405:01,153[A ]| He might have been from frantick mischief pent. 405:01,154[A ]| But that we mayn't in long digressions now 405:01,155[A ]| Discourse all Rainolds, and the Passions through, 405:01,156[A ]| And ranging them in method stiff and grave, 405:01,157[A ]| Rhime on by Chapter and by Paragraph; 405:01,158[A ]| Let's quit the present Topick of dispute, 405:01,159[A ]| For More and Cudworth to enlarge about: 405:01,160[A ]| And take a view of man in his best light, 405:01,161[A ]| Wherein he seems to most advantage set. 405:01,162[A ]| 'Tis he alone (you'l say) 'tis happy he, 405:01,163[A ]| That's fram'd by Nature for Society: 405:01,164[A ]| He only dwells in Towns, is only seen 405:01,165[A ]| With Manners and Civility to shine; 405:01,166[A ]| Does only Magistrates and Rulers choose, 405:01,167[A ]| And live secur'd by Government and Laws. 405:01,168[A ]| 'Tis granted, Sir; but yet without all these. 405:01,169[A ]| Without your boasted Laws and Policies, 405:01,170[A ]| Or fear of Judges, or of Justices; 405:01,171[A ]| Who ever saw the Wolves, that he can say, 405:01,172[A ]| Like more inhuman Us, so bent on prey, 405:01,173[A ]| To rob their fellow Wolves upon the way? 405:01,174[A ]| Who ever saw Church and Fanatick Bear, 405:01,175[A ]| Like savage Mankind one another tear? 405:01,176[A ]| What Tyger e're, aspiring to be great, 405:01,177[A ]| In Plots and Factions did embroil the State? 405:01,178[A ]| Or when was't heard upon the Libyan Plains, 405:01,179[A ]| Where the stern Monarch of the Desert reigns, 405:01,180[A ]| That Whig and Tory Lions in wild jars 405:01,181[A ]| Madly engag'd for choice of Shrieves and May'rs? 405:01,182[A ]| The fiercest Creatures, we in Nature find, 405:01,183[A ]| Respect their figure still in the same kind; 405:01,184[A ]| To others rough, to these they gentle be, 405:01,185[A ]| And live from Noise, from Feuds, from Actions free. 405:01,186[A ]| No Eagle does upon his Peerage sue, 405:01,187[A ]| And strive some meaner Eagle to undo: 405:01,188[A ]| No Fox was e're suborn'd by spite, or hire, 405:01,189[A ]| Against his brother Fox his life to swear: 405:01,190[A ]| Nor any Hind, for Impotence at Rut, 405:01,191[A ]| Did e're the Stag into the Arches put; 405:01,192[A ]| Where a grave Dean the weighty Case might state, 405:01,193[A ]| What makes in Law a carnal Job complete: 405:01,194[A ]| They fear no dreadful Quo Warranto Writ, 405:01,195[A ]| To shake their ancient privilege and right: 405:01,196[A ]| No Courts of Sessions, or Assize are there, 405:01,197[A ]| No Common-Pleas, Kings-Bench, or Chancery-Bar: 405:01,198[A ]| But happier they, by Natures Charter free, 405:01,199[A ]| Secure and safe in mutual peace agree, 405:01,200[A ]| And know no other Law, but Equity. 405:01,201[A ]| 'Tis Man, 'tis Man alone, that worst of Brutes, 405:01,202[A ]| Who first brought up the trade of cutting Throats, 405:01,203[A ]| Did Honor first, that barbarous term, devise, 405:01,204[A ]| Unknown to all the gentler Savages; 405:01,205[A ]| And, as 'twere not enough t'have fetch'd from Hell, 405:01,206[A ]| Powder and Guns, with all the arts to kill, 405:01,207[A ]| Farther to plague the world, he must ingross 405:01,208[A ]| Huge Codes and bulky Pandects of the Laws, 405:01,209[A ]| With Doctors Glosses to perplex the Cause, 405:01,210[A ]| Where darken'd Equity is kept from light, 405:01,211[A ]| Under vast Reams of non-sense buried quite. 405:01,212[A ]| Gently, good Sir! (cry you) why all this rant? 405:01,213[A ]| Man has his freaks and passions; that we grant: 405:01,214[A ]| He has his frailties, and blind sides, who doubts? 405:01,215[A ]| But his least Virtues balance all his Faults. 405:01,216[A ]| Pray was it not this bold, this thinking Man, 405:01,217[A ]| That measur'd Heav'n, and taught the Stars to scan, 405:01,218[A ]| Whose boundless wit, with soaring wings durst fly, 405:01,219[A ]| Beyond the flaming borders of the sky; 405:01,220[A ]| Turn'd Nature o're, and with a piercing view 405:01,221[A ]| Each cranny search'd, and lookt her through and through: 405:01,222[A ]| Which of the Brutes have Universities? 405:01,223[A ]| When was it heard, that they e're took Degrees, 405:01,224[A ]| Or were Professors of the Faculties? 405:01,225[A ]| By Law, or Physick were they ever known 405:01,226[A ]| To merit Velvet, or a Scarlet Gown? 405:01,227[A ]| No questionless; nor did we ever read, 405:01,228[A ]| Of Quacks with them, that were Licentiates made, 405:01,229[A ]| By Patent to profess the pois'ning Trade: 405:01,230[A ]| No Doctors in the Desk there hold dispute 405:01,231[A ]| About Black-pudding, while the wond'ring Rout 405:01,232[A ]| Listen to hear the knotty Truth made out: 405:01,233[A ]| Nor Virtuoso's teach deep mysteries 405:01,234[A ]| Of Arts for pumping Air, and smothering Flies. 405:01,235[A ]| But not to urge the matter farther now, 405:01,236[A ]| Nor search it to the depth, what 'tis to know, 405:01,237[A ]| And whether we know any thing or no: 405:01,238[A ]| Answer me onlt this, What man is there 405:01,239[A ]| In this vile thankless Age, wherein we are, 405:01,240[A ]| Who does by Sense and Learning value bear? 405:01,241[A ]| Would'st thou get Honour, and a fair Estate, 405:01,242[A ]| And have the looks and favours of the great? 405:01,243[A ]| Cries an old Father to his blooming Son, 405:01,244[A ]| Take the right course, be rul'd by me, 'tis done. 405:01,245[A ]| Leave mouldy Authors to the reading Fools, 405:01,246[A ]| The poring crowds in Colleges and Schools: 405:01,247[A ]| How much is threescore Nobles? Twenty pound. 405:01,248[A ]| Well said, my Son, the Answer's most profound: 405:01,249[A ]| Go, thou know'st all that's requisite to know: 405:01,250[A ]| What Wealth on thee, what Honors haste to flow! 405:01,251[A ]| In these high Sciences thy self employ, 405:01,252[A ]| Instead of Plato, take thy Hodder, Boy, 405:01,253[A ]| Learn there the art to edit an Account, 405:01,254[A ]| To what the Kings Revenue does amount: 405:01,255[A ]| How much the Customs and Excise bring in, 405:01,256[A ]| And what the Managers each year purloin. 405:01,257[A ]| Get a Case-harden'd Conscience, Irish proof, 405:01,258[A ]| Which nought of pity, sense, or shame can move: 405:01,259[A ]| Turn Algerine, Barbarian, Turk, or Jew, 405:01,260[A ]| Unjust, inhuman, treacherous, base, untrue; 405:01,261[A ]| Ne'r stick at wrong; hang Widows sighs and tears, 405:01,262[A ]| The cant of Priests to frighten Usurers: 405:01,263[A ]| Boggle at nothing to encrease thy Store, 405:01,264[A ]| Not Orphans spoils, nor plunder of the Poor: 405:01,265[A ]| And scorning paltry rules of Honesty, 405:01,266[A ]| By surer methods raise thy Fortune high. 405:01,267[A ]| When shoals of Poets, Pedants, Orators, 405:01,268[A ]| Doctors, Divines, Astrologers, and Lawyers, 405:01,269[A ]| Authors of every sort, and every size, 405:01,270[A ]| To thee their Works and Labours shall address, 405:01,271[A ]| With pompous Lines their Dedications fill, 405:01,272[A ]| And learnedly in Greek and Latin tell 405:01,273[A ]| Lies to thy face, that thou hast deep insight, 405:01,274[A ]| And art a mighty judg of what they write. 405:01,275[A ]| He, that is rich, is every thing, that is, 405:01,276[A ]| Without one grain of Wisdom, he is wise, 405:01,277[A ]| And knowing nought, knows all the Sciences: 405:01,278[A ]| He's witty, gallant, virtuous, generous, stout, 405:01,279[A ]| Well-born, well-bred, well-shap'd, well-drest, what not? 405:01,280[A ]| Lov'd by the Great, and courted by the Fair, 405:01,281[A ]| For none that e're had Riches, found despair: 405:01,282[A ]| Gold to the loathsom'st object gives a grace, 405:01,283[A ]| And sets it off, and makes ev'n Bovey please: 405:01,284[A ]| But tatter'd Poverty they all despise, 405:01,285[A ]| Love stands aloof, and from the Scare-crow flies. 405:01,286[A ]| Thus a stanch Miser to his hopeful Brat 405:01,287[A ]| Chalks out the way that leads to an Estate; 405:01,288[A ]| Whose knowledg oft with utmost stretch of Brain 405:01,289[A ]| No higher than this vast secret can attain, 405:01,290[A ]| Five and four's nine, take two, and seven remain. 405:01,291[A ]| Go, Doctor, after this, and rack your Brains, 405:01,292[A ]| Unravel Scripture with industrious pains: 405:01,293[A ]| On musty Fathers wast your fruitless hours, 405:01,294[A ]| Correct the Criticks and Expositors: 405:01,295[A ]| Out-vie great Stillingfleet in some vast Tome, 405:01,296[A ]| And there confound both Bellarmin and Rome; 405:01,297[A ]| Or glean the Rabbins of their learned store, 405:01,298[A ]| To find what Father Simon has past o're: 405:01,299[A ]| Then at the last some bulky piece compile, 405:01,300[A ]| There lay out all your time, and pains, and skill; 405:01,301[A ]| And when 'tis done and finish'd for the Press, 405:01,302[A ]| To some Great name the mighty Work address: 405:01,303[A ]| Who for a full reward of all your toil, 405:01,304[A ]| Shall pay you with a gracious nod or smile: 405:01,305[A ]| Just recompence of life too vainly spent! 405:01,306[A ]| An empty Thank you Sir, and Complement. 405:01,307[A ]| But, if to higher Honors you pretend, 405:01,308[A ]| Take the advice and counsel of a Friend; 405:01,309[A ]| Here quit the Desk, and throw your Scarlet by, 405:01,310[A ]| And to some gainful course your self apply. 405:01,311[A ]| Go, practise with some Banker how to cheat, 405:01,312[A ]| There's choice in Town, enquire in Lombard-street. 405:01,313[A ]| Let Scot and Ockam wrangle as they please, 405:01,314[A ]| And thus in short with me conclude the case, 405:01,315[A ]| A Doctor is no better than an Ass. 405:01,316[A ]| A Doctor, Sir? your self: Pray have a care, 405:01,317[A ]| This is to push your Raillery too far. 405:01,318[A ]| But not to lose the time in trifling thus, 405:01,319[A ]| Beside the point, come now more home and close: 405:01,320[A ]| That Man has Reason is beyond debate, 405:01,321[A ]| Nor will your self, I think, deny me that: 405:01,322[A ]| And was not this fair Pilot giv'n to steer, 405:01,323[A ]| His tott'ring Bark through Life's rough Ocean here? 405:01,324[A ]| All this I grant: But if in spite of it 405:01,325[A ]| The wretch on every Rock he sees will split, 405:01,326[A ]| To what great purpose does his Reason serve, 405:01,327[A ]| But to mis-guide his course, and make him swerve? 405:01,328[A ]| What boots it H*** when it says, Give o're 405:01,329[A ]| Thy scribling itch, and play the fool no more, 405:01,330[A ]| If her vain counsels, purpos'd to reclaim, 405:01,331[A ]| Only avail to harden him in shame? 405:01,332[A ]| Lampoon'd, and hiss'd, and damn'd the thousandth time, 405:01,333[A ]| Still he writes on, is obstinate in Rhime: 405:01,334[A ]| His Verse, which he does every where recite, 405:01,335[A ]| Put all his Neighbours, and his Friends to flight: 405:01,336[A ]| Scar'd by the rhiming Fiend, they hast away, 405:01,337[A ]| Nor will his very Groom be hir'd to stay. 405:01,338[A ]| The Ass, whom Nature Reason has deny'd, 405:01,339[A ]| Content with Instinct for his surer guide, 405:01,340[A ]| Still follows that, and wiselier does proceed: 405:01,341[A ]| He ne'er aspires with his harsh braying Note, 405:01,342[A ]| The Songsters of the Wood to challenge out: 405:01,343[A ]| Nor, like this awkward smatterer in Arts, 405:01,344[A ]| Sets himself up for a vain Ass of parts: 405:01,345[A ]| Of Reason void, he sees and gains his end, 405:01,346[A ]| While Man, who does to that false light pretend, 405:01,347[A ]| Wildly gropes on, and in broad day is blind. 405:01,348[A ]| By whimsie led he does all things by chance, 405:01,349[A ]| And acts in each against all common sense. 405:01,350[A ]| With every thing pleas'd, and displeas'd at once, 405:01,351[A ]| He knows not what he seeks, nor what he shuns: 405:01,352[A ]| Unable to distinguish good, or bad, 405:01,353[A ]| For nothing he is gay, for nothing sad: 405:01,354[A ]| At random loves, and loaths, avoids, pursues, 405:01,355[A ]| Enacts, repeals, makes, alters, does, undoes. 405:01,356[A ]| Did we, like him, e're see the Dog, or Bear, 405:01,357[A ]| Chimera's of their own devising fear? 405:01,358[A ]| Frame needless doubts, and for those doubts forego 405:01,359[A ]| The Joys which prompting Nature calls them to? 405:01,360[A ]| And with their Pleasures awkardly at strife, 405:01,361[A ]| With scaring Fantoms pall the sweets of Life? 405:01,362[A ]| Tell me, grave Sir, did ever Man see Beast 405:01,363[A ]| So much below himself, and sense debas'd, 405:01,364[A ]| To worship Man with superstitious Fear, 405:01,365[A ]| And fondly to his Idol Temples rear? 405:01,366[A ]| Was he e're seen with Pray'rs and Sacrifice 405:01,367[A ]| Approach to him, as Ruler of the Skies, 405:01,368[A ]| To beg for Rain, or Sun-shine on his knees? 405:01,369[A ]| No never: but a thousand times has Beast 405:01,370[A ]| Seen Man, beneath the meanest Brute debas'd, 405:01,371[A ]| Fall low to Wood and Metal heretofore, 405:01,372[A ]| And madly his own Workmanship adore: 405:01,373[A ]| In Egypt oft has seen the Sot bow down, 405:01,374[A ]| And reverence some deified Baboon: 405:01,375[A ]| Has often seen him on the Banks of Nile 405:01,376[A ]| Say Pray'rs to the Almighty Crocodile: 405:01,377[A ]| And now each day in every street abroad 405:01,378[A ]| Sees prostrate Fools adore a breaden God. 405:01,379[A ]| But why (say you) these spiteful Instances 405:01,380[A ]| Of Egypt, and its gross Idolatries? 405:01,381[A ]| Of Rome, and here as much ridiculous? 405:01,382[A ]| What are these lewd Buffooneries to us? 405:01,383[A ]| How gather you from such wild proofs as these, 405:01,384[A ]| That Man, a Doctor is beneath an Ass? 405:01,385[A ]| An Ass! that heavy, stupid, lumpish Beast, 405:01,386[A ]| The Sport and mocking-stock of all the rest? 405:01,387[A ]| Wom they all spurn, and whom they all despise, 405:01,388[A ]| Whose very name all Satyr does comprise? 405:01,389[A ]| An Ass, Sir? Yes: Pray what should make us laugh? 405:01,390[A ]| Now he unjustly is our jeer and scoff. 405:01,391[A ]| But, if one day he should occasion find 405:01,392[A ]| Upon our Follies to express his mind; 405:01,393[A ]| If Heav'n, as once of old, to check proud Man, 405:01,394[A ]| By miracle should give him Speech again; 405:01,395[A ]| What would he say, d'ye think, could he speak out, 405:01,396[A ]| Nay, Sir, betwixt us two, what would he not? 405:01,397[A ]| What would he say, were he condemn'd to stand 405:01,398[A ]| For one long hour in Fleetstreet, or the Strand, 405:01,399[A ]| To cast his eyes upon the motly throng, 405:01,400[A ]| The two-legg'd Herd, that daily pass along; 405:01,401[A ]| To see their old Disguises, Furs, and Gowns, 405:01,402[A ]| Their Cassocks, Cloaks, Lawn-sleeves and Pantaloons? 405:01,403[A ]| What would he say to see a Velvet Quack 405:01,404[A ]| Walk with the price of forty kill'd on's Back; 405:01,405[A ]| Or mounted on a Stage, and gaping loud, 405:01,406[A ]| Commend his Drugs and Ratsbane to the Crowd? 405:01,407[A ]| What would he think, on a Lord Mayor's day, 405:01,409[A ]| Should he the Pomp and Pageantry survey? 405:01,410[A ]| Or view the Judges, and their solemn Train, 405:01,411[A ]| March with grave decency to kill a Man? 405:01,412[A ]| What would he think of us, should he appear 405:01,413[A ]| In Term amongst the Crowds at Westminster, 405:01,414[A ]| And there the hellish din and Jargon hear, 405:01,415[A ]| Where J*** and his pack with deep-mouth'd Notes 405:01,416[A ]| Drown Billinsgate, and all its Oyster-Boats? 405:01,417[A ]| There see the Judges, Sergeants, Barristers, 405:01,418[A ]| Attorneys, Counsellors, Solicitors, 405:01,419[A ]| Criers, and Clerks, and all the Savage Crew 405:01,420[A ]| Which wretched man at his own charge undo? 405:01,421[A ]| If after prospect of all this, the Ass 405:01,422[A ]| Should find the voice he had in Esop's days; 405:01,423[A ]| Then, Doctor, then, casting his eyes around 405:01,424[A ]| On human Fools, which every where abound, 405:01,425[A ]| Content with Thistles, from all envy free, 405:01,426[A ]| And shaking his grave head, no doubt he'd cry 405:01,427[A ]| Good faith, Man is a Beast as much as we. 405:02,000@@@@@| 405:02,000[' ]| 405:02,000[' ]| 405:02,000[' ]| 405:02,001[A ]| As when of old some bright and Heav'nly Dame 405:02,002[A ]| A God of equal Majesty did wed; 405:02,003[A ]| Strait thro' the Court above the Tydings spread, 405:02,004[A ]| Strait at the News th'immortal Offspring came, 405:02,005[A ]| And all the Deities did the high Nuptials grace; 405:02,006[A ]| With no less Pomp, no less of Grandeur we 405:02,007[A ]| Behold this glad Solemnity, 405:02,008[A ]| And all confess an equal Joy, 405:02,009[A ]| And all expect as God-like and as great a Race: 405:02,010[A ]| Hark how united Shouts our Joys proclaim, 405:02,011[A ]| Which rise in Gratitude to Heav'n from whence they came; 405:02,012[A ]| Gladsome next those, which brought our Royal Exile home, 405:02,013[A ]| When he resum'd his long usurped Throne: 405:02,014[A ]| Hark how the mighty Vollies rend the Air, 405:02,015[A ]| And shake at once the Earth and utmost Sphere; 405:02,016[A ]| Hark how the Bell's harmonious Noise 405:02,017[A ]| Bear Consort too with human Joys; 405:02,018[A ]| Behold those many Fires, which up and down 405:02,019[A ]| Threaten almost new Conflagrations to the Town; 405:02,020[A ]| Well do these Emblems, mighty Orange, speak thy Fame, 405:02,021[A ]| Whose Loudness, Musick, Brightness all express the same: 405:02,022[A ]| 'Twas thus great Jove his Semele did wed, 405:02,023[A ]| In Thunder and in Lightning so approach'd her Bed. 405:02,024[A ]| Hail happy Pair! kind Heav'ns great Hostages! 405:02,025[A ]| Sure Pledges of a firm and lasting Peace! 405:02,026[A ]| Call't not a Match; we that low Stile disdain, 405:02,027[A ]| Nor will degrade it with a Term so mean; 405:02,028[A ]| A League it must be said 405:02,029[A ]| Where Countries thus Espouse, and Nations Wed: 405:02,030[A ]| Our Thanks, propitious Destinie! 405:02,031[A ]| Never did yet thy Pow'r dispence 405:02,032[A ]| A more Plenipotentiary Influence, 405:02,033[A ]| Nor Heav'n more sure a Treaty ratify: 405:02,034[A ]| Yo You, our great and gracious Monarch, too, 405:02,035[A ]| An equal Share of Thanks is due, 405:02,036[A ]| Nought could this glorious Work produce, but Heav'n and You: 405:02,037[A ]| Let others boast 405:02,038[A ]| Of Leagues, which Wars ans Slaughter cost; 405:02,039[A ]| This Union by no Blood cemented is 405:02,040[A ]| Nor did its Harmony from Jars and Discords rise: 405:02,041[A ]| Not more to our great Ancestor we ow, 405:02,042[A ]| By whom two Realms into one Kingdom grow; 405:02,043[A ]| He join'd but what Nature had join'd before, 405:02,044[A ]| Lands disunited by no parting Shore; 405:02,045[A ]| By you to forreign Countries we're Allied, 405:02,046[A ]| You make us Continent, whom Seas and Waves divide. 405:02,047[A ]| How well, Brave Prince, do you by prudent Conduct prove 405:02,048[A ]| What was denied to mighty Jove 405:02,049[A ]| Together to be Wise and Love? 405:02,050[A ]| In this you highest Skill of Choice and Judgement shew, 405:02,051[A ]| 'Tis here display'd, and here rewarded too; 405:02,052[A ]| Others move only by unbridled guideless Heat, 405:02,053[A ]| But you mix Love with Policy, Passion with State: 405:02,054[A ]| You scorn'd the Painter's Hands your Hearts should ty, 405:02,055[A ]| Which oft (and here they must) th' Original bely, 405:02,056[A ]| (For how should Art that Beauty undertake 405:02,057[A ]| Which Heav'n would strive in vain agen to make?) 405:02,058[A ]| Taught by Religion you did better Methods try, 405:02,059[A ]| And worship'd not the Image, but the Deity: 405:02,060[A ]| Go, envied Prince, your glorious Bride receive, 405:02,061[A ]| Too great for ought, but mighty York to give; 405:02,062[A ]| She, whom if none must Wed, but those who merit Her, 405:02,063[A ]| Monarchs might cease Pretence, and slighted Gods despair: 405:02,064[A ]| Think You in her far greater Conquests gain, 405:02,065[A ]| Then all the Pow'rs of France have from your Country ta'ne, 405:02,066[A ]| In her soft Arms let your Ambition bounded ly, 405:02,067[A ]| And fancy there an Universal Monarchy. 405:02,068[A ]| And You; fair Princess, who could thus subdue, 405:02,069[A ]| What France with all its Forces could not do; 405:02,070[A ]| Enjoy Your glorious Prize, 405:02,071[A ]| Enjoy the Triumphs of your conqu'ring Eys; 405:02,072[A ]| From Him, and th' Height of your great Mind look down, 405:02,073[A ]| And with Neglect despise a Throne, 405:02,074[A ]| And think't as great to merit, as to wear a Crown: 405:02,075[A ]| Nassaw is all, which your Desires, or Thoughts can frame, 405:02,076[A ]| All Titles lodge within that single Name, 405:02,077[A ]| A Name, which Mars himself would with Ambition bear, 405:02,078[A ]| Prouder in that then to be call'd the God of War: 405:02,079[A ]| To You, great Madam, (if your Joys admit Increase, 405:02,080[A ]| If Heav'n has not already set your Happiness 405:02,081[A ]| Above its pow'r to raise) 405:02,082[A ]| To You the zealous humble Muse 405:02,083[A ]| These solemn Wishes consecrates and vows, 405:02,084[A ]| And begs you'll not her offering refuse, 405:02,085[A ]| Which not Your Want, but her Devotion shows. 405:02,086[A ]| May Your great Consort still successfull prove 405:02,087[A ]| In all his high Attempts, as in your Love; 405:02,088[A ]| May he thro' all Attacks of Chance appear 405:02,089[A ]| As free from Danger, as he is from Fear; 405:02,090[A ]| May neither Sence of Grief or Trouble know, 405:02,091[A ]| But what you must to others in Compassion show: 405:02,092[A ]| May your bright self be fruitful in as num'rous Store 405:02,093[A ]| Of Princely Births, as she who your great Father bore; 405:02,094[A ]| May Heav'n, to your just Merits kind, 405:02,095[A ]| Repeal the ancient Curse on Womankind; 405:02,096[A ]| Easy and gentle as the Labours of the Brain, 405:02,097[A ]| May yours all prove, and just so free from Pain; 405:02,098[A ]| May no rude Noise of War approach your Bed, 405:02,099[A ]| But Peace her downy Wings about you spread, 405:02,100[A ]| Calm as the Season, when fair Halcyons breed: 405:02,101[A ]| May you, and the just Owner of your Brest, 405:02,102[A ]| Both in as full Content and Happiness be blest, 405:02,103[A ]| As the first sinless Pair of old enjoy'd, 405:02,104[A ]| Ere Guilt their Innocence and that destroy'd: 405:02,105[A ]| Till nothing but Continuance to your Bliss can add, 405:02,106[A ]| And you by Heav'n alone be happier made; 405:02,107[A ]| Till future Poets, who your Lives review, 405:02,108[A ]| When they'd their utmost Pitch of Flatt'ry shew, 405:02,109[A ]| Shall Pray their Patrons may become like you, 405:02,110[A ]| Nor know to frame a skilful Wish more great, 405:02,111[A ]| Nor think a higher Blessing in the Gift of Fate. 405:03,000@@@@@| 405:03,000[' ]| 405:03,000[' ]| 405:03,001[A ]| Pardon, that with slow Gladness we so late 405:03,002[A ]| Your wish'd return of Health congratulate: 405:03,003[A ]| Our Joys at first so throng'd to get abroad, 405:03,004[A ]| They hinder'd one another in the crowd; 405:03,005[A ]| And now such haste to tell their Message make, 405:03,006[A ]| They only stammer when they meant to speak. 405:03,007[A ]| You the fair Subject which I am to sing, 405:03,008[A ]| To whose kind Hands this humble joy I bring: 405:03,009[A ]| Aid me, I beg, while I this Theme pursue, 405:03,010[A ]| For I invoke no other Muse but you. 405:03,011[A ]| Long time had you here brightly shone below 405:03,012[A ]| With all the Rays kind Heaven could bestow. 405:03,013[A ]| No envious Cloud e're offer'd to invade 405:03,014[A ]| Your Lustre, or compel it to a Shade: 405:03,015[A ]| Nor did it yet by any Sign appear, 405:03,016[A ]| But that you thoroughout Immortal were. 405:03,017[A ]| Till Heaven (if Heaven could prove so cruel) sent 405:03,018[A ]| To interrupt the Growth of your content. 405:03,019[A ]| As if it grudg'd those Gifts you did enjoy, 405:03,020[A ]| And would that Bounty which it gave, destroy: 405:03,021[A ]| 'Twas since your Excellence did envy move 405:03,022[A ]| In those high Powers and made them jealous prove. 405:03,023[A ]| They thought these Glories should they still have shin'd 405:03,024[A ]| Unsullied, were too much for Woman-kind; 405:03,025[A ]| Which might they write as lasting, as they're Fair, 405:03,026[A ]| Too great for ought, but Deities appear: 405:03,027[A ]| But Heaven (it may be) was not yet compleat, 405:03,028[A ]| And lackt you there to fill your empty Seat. 405:03,029[A ]| And when it could not fairly woo you hence, 405:03,030[A ]| Turn'd Ravisher, and offer'd Violence. 405:03,031[A ]| Sickness did first a formal siege begin, 405:03,032[A ]| And by sure slowness tryed your Life to win; 405:03,033[A ]| As if by lingring methods Heaven meant 405:03,034[A ]| To chase you hence and tire you to consent. 405:03,035[A ]| But, this in vain, Fate did to force resort, 405:03,036[A ]| And next by Storm strove to attack the fort. 405:03,037[A ]| A Sleep, dull as your last, did you Arrest, 405:03,038[A ]| And all the Magazines of Life possest. 405:03,039[A ]| No more the Blood its circling course did run, 405:03,040[A ]| But in the veins, like Iscicles, it hung. 405:03,041[A ]| No more the Heart (now void of quickning heat) 405:03,042[A ]| The tuneful March of vital Motion beat. 405:03,043[A ]| Stiffness did into all the Sinews climb, 405:03,044[A ]| And a short Death crept cold through every Limb. 405:03,045[A ]| All Signs of Life from sight so far withdrew, 405:03,046[A ]| 'Twas now thought Popery to pray for you. 405:03,047[A ]| There might you (were not that sense lost) have seen 405:03,048[A ]| How your true Death would have resented been: 405:03,049[A ]| A Lethargy, like yours, each breast did seize, 405:03,050[A ]| And all by Sympathy catcht your Disease. 405:03,051[A ]| Around you silent Imagery appears, 405:03,052[A ]| And nought in the Spectators moves, but Tears. 405:03,053[A ]| They pay what grief were to your Funeral due, 405:03,054[A ]| And yet dare hope Heaven would your Life renew. 405:03,055[A ]| Mean while, all means, all drugs prescribed are, 405:03,056[A ]| Which the decays of Health, or Strength repair, 405:03,057[A ]| Medicines so powerful they new Souls would save, 405:03,058[A ]| And Life in long-dead Carcasses retrieve: 405:03,059[A ]| But these in vain, they rougher Methods try, 405:03,060[A ]| And now you're Martyr'd that you may not die; 405:03,061[A ]| Sad Scene of Fate! when Tortures were your gain: 405:03,062[A ]| And 'twas a kindness thought to wish you pain! 405:03,063[A ]| As if the slackned string of Life run down, 405:03,064[A ]| Could only by the Rack be screwed in tune. 405:03,065[A ]| But Heav'n at last (grown conscious that its pow'r 405:03,066[A ]| Could scarce what was to die with you restore) 405:03,067[A ]| And loth to see such glories over-come, 405:03,068[A ]| Sent a post Angel to repeal your doom; 405:03,069[A ]| Strait Fate obey'd the Charge which Heaven sent, 405:03,070[A ]| And gave this first dear Proof, it could Repent: 405:03,071[A ]| Triumphant Charms! what may you not subdue, 405:03,072[A ]| When Fate's your Slave, and thus submits to you! 405:03,073[A ]| It now again the new-broke Thread does knit, 405:03,074[A ]| And for another Clew her spindle fit: 405:03,075[A ]| And life's hid spark which did unquencht remain, 405:03,076[A ]| Caught the fled light and brought it back again: 405:03,077[A ]| Thus you reviv'd, and all our Joys with you 405:03,078[A ]| Reviv'd and found their Resurrection too: 405:03,079[A ]| Some only griev'd, that what was Deathless thought 405:03,080[A ]| They saw so near to Fatal ruin brought: 405:03,081[A ]| Now crowds of Blessings on that happy hand, 405:03,082[A ]| Whose skill could eager Destiny withstand; 405:03,083[A ]| Whose learned Pow'r has rescued from the Grave, 405:03,084[A ]| That Life which 'twas a Miracle to save; 405:03,085[A ]| That Life which were it thus untimely lost, 405:03,086[A ]| Had been the fairest Spoil Death ere could boast: 405:03,087[A ]| May he henceforth be God of healing thought, 405:03,088[A ]| By whom such good to you and us was brought: 405:03,089[A ]| Altars and shrines to him are justly due, 405:03,090[A ]| Who shew'd himself a God by raising you. 405:03,091[A ]| But say, fair Saint, for you alone can know, 405:03,092[A ]| Whither your Soul in this short flight did go; 405:03,093[A ]| Went it to antedate that Happiness, 405:03,094[A ]| You must at last (though late we hope) possess? 405:03,095[A ]| Inform us lest we should you Fate belye, 405:03,096[A ]| And call that Death which was but Extasie, 405:03,097[A ]| The Queen of Love (we're told) once let us see 405:03,098[A ]| That Goddesses from wounds could not be free; 405:03,099[A ]| And you by this unwish'd Occasion show 405:03,100[A ]| That they like Mortal us can Sickness know: 405:03,101[A ]| Pitty! that Heav'n should all its Titles give, 405:03,102[A ]| And yet not let you with them ever live. 405:03,103[A ]| You'd lack no point that makes a Deity, 405:03,104[A ]| If you could like it too Immortal be. 405:03,105[A ]| And so you are; half boasts a Deathless State; 405:03,106[A ]| Although your frailer part must yield to Fate. 405:03,107[A ]| By every breach in that fair lodging made, 405:03,108[A ]| Its blest Inhabitant is more displaid: 405:03,109[A ]| In that white Snow which overspreads your skin, 405:03,110[A ]| We trace the whiter Soul which dwells within; 405:03,111[A ]| Which while you through this shining Hue display 405:03,112[A ]| Looks like a Star plac'd in the Milky way: 405:03,113[A ]| Such the bright Bodies of the Blessed are, 405:03,114[A ]| When they for Raiment cloath'd with Light appear, 405:03,115[A ]| And should you visit now the Seats of Bliss, 405:03,116[A ]| You need not wear another form but this. 405:03,117[A ]| Never did Sickness in such pomp appear, 405:03,118[A ]| As when it thus your Livery did wear, 405:03,119[A ]| Disease it self look'd amiable here. 405:03,120[A ]| So Clouds which would obscure the Sun oft gilded be, 405:03,121[A ]| And Shades are taught to shine as bright as he. 405:03,122[A ]| Grieve not fair Nymph, when in your glass you trace 405:03,123[A ]| The marring footsteps of a pale Disease. 405:03,124[A ]| Regret not that your cheeks their Roses want, 405:03,125[A ]| Which a few Days shall in full store replant, 405:03,126[A ]| Which, whilst your Blood withdraws its guilty Red, 405:03,127[A ]| Tells that you own no faults that blushes need: 405:03,128[A ]| The Sun whose Bounty does each Spring restore 405:03,129[A ]| What Winter from the rifled Meadows tore, 405:03,130[A ]| Which every Morning with an early ray 405:03,131[A ]| Paints the young Blushing Cheeks of instant Day: 405:03,132[A ]| Whose skill (inimitable here below,) 405:03,133[A ]| Limns those gay Clouds which form Heaven's colour'd bow, 405:03,134[A ]| That Sun shall soon with Interest repay, 405:03,135[A ]| All the lost Beauty Sickness snatch'd away. 405:03,136[A ]| Your Beams like his shall hourly now advance, 405:03,137[A ]| And every minute their swift Growth enhance. 405:03,138[A ]| Mean while (that you no helps of health refuse) 405:03,139[A ]| Accept these humble Wishes of the Muse: 405:03,140[A ]| Which shall not of their Just Petition fail, 405:03,141[A ]| If she (and she's a Goddess) ought prevail. 405:03,142[A ]| May no profane Disease henceforth approach 405:03,143[A ]| This sacred Temple with unhallow'd touch, 405:03,144[A ]| Or with rude sacriledge its frame debauch. 405:03,145[A ]| May these fair Members always happy be 405:03,146[A ]| In as full Strength and well-set Harmony, 405:03,147[A ]| As the new Foundress of your sex could boast, 405:03,148[A ]| Ere she by Sin her first Perfection lost: 405:03,149[A ]| May Destiny, just to your Merits, twine, 405:03,150[A ]| All your smooth Fortunes in a Silken Line. 405:03,151[A ]| And that you may at Heaven late arrive, 405:03,152[A ]| May it to you its largest Bottom give. 405:03,153[A ]| May Heaven with still repeated Favours bless, 405:03,154[A ]| Till it its Pow'r below its Will confess; 405:03,155[A ]| Till Wishes can no more exalt your Fate, 405:03,156[A ]| Nor Poets fancy you more Fortunate. 405:04,000@@@@@| 405:04,000[' ]| 405:04,000[' ]| 405:04,000[' ]| 405:04,001[A ]| No, I'll no more repine at Destiny, 405:04,002[A ]| Now we common Mortals are content to die, 405:04,003[A ]| When thee, blest Saint, we cold and breathless see, 405:04,004[A ]| Thee, who if ought that's great and brave, 405:04,005[A ]| Ought that is excellent might save, 405:04,006[A ]| Hadst justly claim'd Exemption from the Grave, 405:04,007[A ]| And cancell'd the black irreversible Decree. 405:04,008[A ]| Thou didst alone such Worth, such Goodness share 405:04,009[A ]| As well deserv'd to be immortal here; 405:04,010[A ]| Deserv'd a Life as lasting as the Fame thou art to wear. 405:04,011[A ]| At least, why went thy Soul without its Mate? 405:04,012[A ]| Why did they not together undivided go? 405:04,013[A ]| So went (we're told) the fam'd Illustrious Two. 405:04,014[A ]| (Nor could they greater Merit shew, 405:04,015[A ]| Altho' the best of Patriarchs that, 405:04,016[A ]| And this the best of Prophets was) 405:04,017[A ]| Heav'n did alive the blessed Pair translate; 405:04,018[A ]| Alive they launch'd into Life's boundless Happiness, 405:04,019[A ]| And never past Death's Straights and narrow Seas; 405:04,020[A ]| Ne'er enter'd the dark gloomy Thorowfare of Fate. 405:04,021[A ]| Long time had the Profession under Scandal lain, 405:04,022[A ]| And felt a general tho' unjust Disdain, 405:04,023[A ]| An upright Lawyer contradiction seem'd, 405:04,024[A ]| And was at least a Prodigy esteem'd. 405:04,025[A ]| If one perhaps did in an Age appear, 405:04,026[A ]| He was recorded like some Blazing Star; 405:04,027[A ]| And Statues were erected to the wondrous Man, 405:04,028[A ]| As heretofore to the strange honest Publican. 405:04,029[A ]| To thee the numerous Calling all its thanks should give, 405:04,030[A ]| To thee who couldst alone its lost Repute retrieve. 405:04,031[A ]| Thou the vast wide extremes didst reconcile, 405:04,032[A ]| The first, almost, e'er taught it was not to beguile. 405:04,033[A ]| To each thou didst distribute Right so equally, 405:04,034[A ]| Ev'n Justice might her self correct her Scales by thee. 405:04,035[A ]| And none did now regret, 405:04,036[A ]| Her once bewail'd Retreat, 405:04,037[A ]| Since all enjoy'd her better Deputy. 405:04,038[A ]| Henceforth succeeding Time shall bear in mind, 405:04,039[A ]| And Chronicle the best of all the kind: 405:04,040[A ]| The best e'er since the man that gave 405:04,041[A ]| Our suffering God a Grave; 405:04,042[A ]| (That God who living no Abode could find, 405:04,043[A ]| Tho' he the World had made, and was to save) 405:04,044[A ]| Embalming him, he did embalm his Memory, 405:04,045[A ]| And make it from Corruption free: 405:04,046[A ]| Those Odors kindly lent perfum'd the Breath of Fame, 405:04,047[A ]| And fixt a lasting Fragrancy upon his Name; 405:04,048[A ]| And rais'd it with his Saviour to an Immortality. 405:04,049[A ]| Hence the stale musty Paradox of equal Souls, 405:04,050[A ]| That ancient vulgar Error of the Schools, 405:04,051[A ]| Avow'd by dull Philosophers and thinking Fools. 405:04,052[A ]| Here might they find their feeble Arguments o'er-thrown: 405:04,053[A ]| Here might the grave Disputers find 405:04,054[A ]| Themselves all baffl'd by a single Mind, 405:04,055[A ]| And see one vastly larger than their own, 405:04,056[A ]| Tho' all of theirs were mixt in one. 405:04,057[A ]| A Soul as great as e'er vouchsaf'd to be 405:04,058[A ]| Inhabiter in low Mortality; 405:04,059[A ]| As e'er th' Almighty Artist labour'd to infuse. 405:04,060[A ]| Thro' all he Mint he did the brightest chuse; 405:04,061[A ]| With his own Image stampt it fair, 405:04,062[A ]| And bid it ever the Divine Impression wear; 405:04,063[A ]| And so it did, so pure, so well, 405:04,064[A ]| We hardly could believe him of the Race that fell: 405:04,065[A ]| So spotless still, and still so good, 405:04,066[A ]| As if it never lodg'd in Flesh and Blood. 405:04,067[A ]| Hence conscious too, how high, how nobly born: 405:04,068[A ]| It never did reproach its birth, 405:04,069[A ]| By valuing ought of base or meaner worth, 405:04,070[A ]| But look'd on earthly Grandeur with Contempt and Scorn. 405:04,071[A ]| Like his All-great Creator, who 405:04,072[A ]| Can only by diffusing greater grow: 405:04,073[A ]| He made his chiefest Glory to communicate, 405:04,074[A ]| And chose the fairest Attribute to imitate. 405:04,075[A ]| So kind, so generous, and so free, 405:04,076[A ]| As if he only lived in Courtesie. 405:04,077[A ]| To be unhappy did his Pity claim, 405:04,078[A ]| Only to want it did deserve the same: 405:04,079[A ]| Nor lack'd there other Rhetorick than Innocence and Misery. 405:04,080[A ]| His unconfin'd unhoarded Store 405:04,081[A ]| Was still the vast Exchequer of the poor; 405:04,082[A ]| And whatsoe'er in pious Acts went out 405:04,083[A ]| He did in his own Inventory put: 405:04,084[A ]| For well the wise and prudent Banker knew 405:04,085[A ]| His Gracious Sovereign above would all repay, 405:04,086[A ]| And all th' expences of his Charity defray; 405:04,087[A ]| And so he did, both Principal and Interest too, 405:04,088[A ]| And he by holy Prodigality more wealthy grew. 405:04,089[A ]| Such, and so universal is the Influence 405:04,090[A ]| Which the kind bounteous Sun does here dispense: 405:04,091[A ]| With an unwearied indefatigable Race, 405:04,092[A ]| He travels round the World each day, 405:04,093[A ]| And visits all Mankind, and every place, 405:04,094[A ]| And scatters Light and Blessings all the way. 405:04,095[A ]| Tho' he each hour new Beams expend, 405:04,096[A ]| Yet does he not like wasting Tapers spend. 405:04,097[A ]| Tho' he ten thousand years disburse in Light, 405:04,098[A ]| The boundless Stock can never be exhausted quite. 405:04,099[A ]| Nor was his Bounty stinted or design'd, 405:04,100[A ]| As theirs who only partially are kind; 405:04,101[A ]| Or give where they Return expect to find: 405:04,102[A ]| But like his Soul, its fair Original: 405:04,103[A ]| 'Twas all in all, 405:04,104[A ]| And all in every part, 405:04,105[A ]| Silent as his Devotion, open as his Heart. 405:04,106[A ]| Brib'd with the Pleasure to obliged and gratifie, 405:04,107[A ]| As Air and Sunshine he dispos'd his Kindness free, 405:04,108[A ]| Yet scorn'd Requitals, and worse hated Flattery, 405:04,109[A ]| And all obsequious Pomp of vain formality. 405:04,110[A ]| Thus the Almighty Bounty does bestow 405:04,111[A ]| Its Favors on our undeserving Race below; 405:04,112[A ]| Confer'd on all its loyal Votaries, 405:04,113[A ]| Confer'd alike on its rebellious Enemies. 405:04,114[A ]| To it alone our All we owe, 405:04,115[A ]| All that we are and are to be, 405:04,116[A ]| Each Art and Science to its Liberality, 405:04,117[A ]| And this same trifling jingling thing call'd poetry. 405:04,118[A ]| Yet the great Donor does no costly Gratitude require, 405:04,119[A ]| No Charge of Sacrifice desire; 405:04,120[A ]| Nor are w' expensive Hecatombs to raise, 405:04,121[A ]| As heretofore, 405:04,122[A ]| To make his Altars float with reeking Gore. 405:04,123[A ]| A small Return the mighty Debt and Duty pays, 405:04,124[A ]| Ev'n the cheap humble Off'ring of worthless Thanks and Praise. 405:04,125[A ]| But how, blest Saint, shall I thy numerous Vertues summ, 405:04,126[A ]| If one or two take up this room? 405:04,127[A ]| To what vast Bulk must the full Audit come? 405:04,128[A ]| As that bold Hand that drew the fairest Deity, 405:04,129[A ]| Had many naked Beauties by, 405:04,130[A ]| And took from each a several Grace, and Air, and Line, 405:04,131[A ]| And all in one Epitome did joyn 405:04,132[A ]| To paint his bright Immortal in a Form Divine: 405:04,133[A ]| So must I do to frame thy Character. 405:04,134[A ]| I'll think whatever Men can good and lovely call, 405:04,135[A ]| And then abridge it all, 405:04,136[A ]| And crowd and mix the various Idaea's there; 405:04,137[A ]| And yet at last of a just Praise despair. 405:04,138[A ]| Whatever ancient Worthies boast, 405:04,139[A ]| Which made themselves and Poets their Describers great, 405:04,140[A ]| From whence old Zeal did Gods and Shrines create; 405:04,141[A ]| Thou hadst thy self alone engrost, 405:04,142[A ]| And all their scatter'd Glories in thy Soul did meet: 405:04,143[A ]| And future Ages, when they eminent Vertues see, 405:04,144[A ]| (If any after thee 405:04,145[A ]| Bare the Pretence of Vertue own, 405:04,146[A ]| Without the Fear of being far out-done) 405:04,147[A ]| Shall count 'em all but Legacy, 405:04,148[A ]| Which from the Strength of thy Example flow, 405:04,149[A ]| And thy fair Copy in a less correct Edition show. 405:04,150[A ]| Religion over all did a just Conduct claim, 405:04,151[A ]| No false Religion which from Custom came, 405:04,152[A ]| Which to its Font and Country only ow'd its Name: 405:04,153[A ]| No issue of devout and zealous Ignorance, 405:04,154[A ]| Or the more dull Effect of Chance; 405:04,155[A ]| But 'twas a firm well-grounded Piety, 405:04,156[A ]| That knew all that it did believe, and why; 405:04,157[A ]| And for the glorious Cause durst die, 405:04,158[A ]| And durst out-suffer ancient Martyrology. 405:04,159[A ]| So knit and interwovn with its being so, 405:04,160[A ]| Most thought it did not from his Duty, but his Nature flow. 405:04,161[A ]| Exalted far above the vain Attacks of Wit, 405:04,162[A ]| And all that vile gay lewd Buffoons can bring, 405:04,163[A ]| Who try by little Railleries to ruin it, 405:04,164[A ]| And jeer't into an unreguarded poor defenceless thing. 405:04,165[A ]| The Men of Sence who in Confederacy join 405:04,166[A ]| To damn Religion, had they view'd but thine, 405:04,167[A ]| They'd have confest it pure, confest it all divine, 405:04,168[A ]| And free from all Pretences of Imposture or Design, 405:04,169[A ]| Pow'rful enough to counter-act lewd Poets and the Stage, 405:04,170[A ]| And Proselyte as fast as they debauch the Age; 405:04,171[A ]| So good, it might alone a guilty condemn'd World reprieve, 405:04,172[A ]| Should a destroying Angel stand 405:04,173[A ]| Wit brandish'd Thunder in his Hand, 405:04,174[A ]| Ready the bidden Stroke to give; 405:04,175[A ]| Or a new Deluge threaten this and every Land. 405:04,176[A ]| Religion once a quiet and peaceful Name, 405:04,177[A ]| Which all the Epithets of Gentleness did claim, 405:04,178[A ]| Late prov'd the Source of Faction and intestine Jars: 405:04,179[A ]| Like the Fair teeming Hebrew, she 405:04,180[A ]| Did travel with a wrangling Progeny, 405:04,181[A ]| And harbor'd in her Bowels Fewds and Civil Wars. 405:04,182[A ]| Surly, uncomplaisant, and rough she grew, 405:04,183[A ]| And of a soft and easie Mistress turn'd a Shrew. 405:04,184[A ]| Passion and Anger went for marks of Grace, 405:04,185[A ]| And looks deform'd and sullen sanctify'd a Face. 405:04,186[A ]| Thou first its meek and primitive Temper didst restore, 405:04,187[A ]| First shew'dst how men were pious heretofore: 405:04,188[A ]| The gaul-less Dove, which otherwhere could find no Rest, 405:04,189[A ]| Early retreated to its Ark, thy Breast, 405:04,190[A ]| And straight the swelling Waves decreast 405:04,191[A ]| And straight tempestuous Passions ceast, 405:04,192[A ]| Like Winds and Storms where some fair Halcyon builds her Nest. 405:04,193[A ]| No overheating Zeal did thee inspire, 405:04,194[A ]| But 'twas a kindly gentle Fire, 405:04,195[A ]| To warm, but not devour, 405:04,196[A ]| And only did refine, and make more pure: 405:04,197[A ]| Such is that Fire that makes thy present blest Abode 405:04,198[A ]| The Residence and Palace of our God. 405:04,199[A ]| And such was that bright unconsuming Flame, 405:04,200[A ]| So mild, so harmless, and so tame, 405:04,201[A ]| Which heretofore ith' Bush to Moses came: 405:04,202[A ]| At first the Vision did the wondring Prophet scare, 405:04,203[A ]| But when the voice had check'd his needless Fear 405:04,204[A ]| He bow'd and worshipp'd and confest the Deity was there. 405:04,205[A ]| Hail Saint Triumphant! hail Heav'ns happy Guest. 405:04,206[A ]| Hail new Inhabitant among the blest! 405:04,207[A ]| Methinks I see kind Spirits in convoy meet, 405:04,208[A ]| And with loud Welcomes thy Arrival greet. 405:04,209[A ]| Who, could they grieve, would go with Grief away 405:04,210[A ]| To see a Soul more white, more pure than they: 405:04,211[A ]| By them thou'rt led on high 405:04,212[A ]| To the vast glorious Apartment of the Deity; 405:04,213[A ]| Where circulating Pleasures make an endless Round 405:04,214[A ]| To which scant Time or Measure sets no Bound, 405:04,215[A ]| Perfect unmixt Delights without Alloy, 405:04,216[A ]| And whatsoe'er does earthly Bliss annoy, 405:04,217[A ]| Which oft does in Fruition Pall and oft'ner Cloy: 405:04,218[A ]| Where being is no longer Life but Extasi; 405:04,219[A ]| But one long Transport of unutterable Joy: 405:04,220[A ]| A Joy above the boldest Flights of daring verse, 405:04,221[A ]| And all a Muse unglorifyed can fancy or rehearse: 405:04,222[A ]| There happy Thou 405:04,223[A ]| From Troubles and the bustling toil of Business free, 405:04,224[A ]| From noise and tracas of tumultuous Life below, 405:04,225[A ]| Enjoy'st the still and calm Vacation of Eternity. 405:05,000@@@@@| 405:05,000[' ]| 405:05,000[' ]| 405:05,000[' ]| 405:05,001[A ]| I sing of Battels and that sacred Wight, 405:05,002[A ]| Who by long contests and unconquer'd might 405:05,003[A ]| In Pourges, fam'd by his great acts, at last 405:05,004[A ]| A fatal Desk within a Chappel plac't: 405:05,005[A ]| In vain to cross his high designs the Chanter twice 405:05,006[A ]| Made the whole Chapter in rebellion rise, 405:05,007[A ]| This Dean by's Sexton's aid did all withstand, 405:05,008[A ]| And to the last his Churche's cause maintain'd: 405:05,009[A ]| Tell me, o Muse, what spite, what baneful rage 405:05,010[A ]| Could holy men in such fierce broils engage; 405:05,011[A ]| What made so long the two fam'd rivals jar; 405:05,012[A ]| Can devout minds so much of malice bear? 405:05,013[A ]| And You, great Sr, whose wise preventing pow'r 405:05,014[A ]| Gave this the Churche's growing Schism a cure, 405:05,015[A ]| Bless with your kind regards the great affair, 405:05,016[A ]| And from so grave a subject laughter bar: 405:05,017[A ]| Long time had Pourges ancient Church enjoid 405:05,018[A ]| A constant peace, by nought of broils annoid; 405:05,019[A ]| Her healthful Canons in good plight and case, 405:05,020[A ]| Thriv'd and grew fat by long and holy ease: 405:05,021[A ]| Without one's stirring from his downy bed 405:05,022[A ]| These godly Sluggards had their Matins said, 405:05,023[A ]| Ne're wak'd but just to dine, and in their place 405:05,024[A ]| Left the deputed Chanters God to praise. 405:05,025[A ]| When Discord, with foul Crimes all over staind, 405:05,026[A ]| And proud with late success of conquests gaind, 405:05,027[A ]| In chase of new, leaving the Cordeliers 405:05,028[A ]| Now her next course towards the Minims steers, 405:05,029[A ]| Dreadful her march, and wheresoe're she hies, 405:05,030[A ]| Peace stands amaz'd aloof, or trembling flies, 405:05,031[A ]| Meeting at length her Palace in her walk, 405:05,032[A ]| By some near tree she stops, and makes an halt; 405:05,033[A ]| There with glad eys her empire she surveys, 405:05,034[A ]| Pleas'd at the tumult she her self dos raise 405:05,035[A ]| There sees she, wheresoever she lets rome 405:05,036[A ]| A wandring view, her faithful Normans come, 405:05,037[A ]| There sees she in vast crowds each trice resort 405:05,038[A ]| The Laity, Clergy, Country, City, Court; 405:05,039[A ]| And all about Lawy'rs in thick squadrons stand, 405:05,040[A ]| And wave the standards of her high command: 405:05,041[A ]| One Church alone triumphs o're her designs, 405:05,042[A ]| And in soft peace amidst all tumult reigns, 405:05,043[A ]| This alone braves, alone her pow'r contemns, 405:05,044[A ]| And bars her entrance with a stout defence: 405:05,045[A ]| Discord, whom the loth'd sight of quiet alarms, 405:05,046[A ]| At this her self and snakes to vengeance arms, 405:05,047[A ]| Her mouth around a scatter'd poison throws, 405:05,048[A ]| And from her eys fire in long flashes glows: 405:05,049[A ]| What? says she, with a voice was seen to make 405:05,050[A ]| The Chappel and its whole foundations shake, 405:05,051[A ]| Have I till now engag'd in mortal jars 405:05,052[A ]| The Carmelites, Celestins, Cordeliers? 405:05,053[A ]| Made the poor Austins my fierce anger know, 405:05,054[A ]| Much war and many sieges undergo? 405:05,055[A ]| Have I so oft by my own force alone 405:05,056[A ]| Amongst all Orders seeds of faction sown? 405:05,057[A ]| And shall this Church, a rebell only, dare 405:05,058[A ]| Spite of my arts in peace to persevere? 405:05,059[A ]| Am I a Goddess then? will any more 405:05,060[A ]| Mankind my pow'r with sacrifice adore? 405:05,061[A ]| This said, she, her foul projects to disguise, 405:05,062[A ]| Takes an old Chanter's visage, meen and voice, 405:05,063[A ]| Thick flaming rubies paint his warlike face, 405:05,064[A ]| And grave Bamboo supports his reeling pace: 405:05,065[A ]| She, thus prepar'd, without all further stay 405:05,066[A ]| To find the Prelat out directs her way: 405:05,067[A ]| Far back in an apartment wisely made, 405:05,068[A ]| Where noise can ne're the privacy invade, 405:05,069[A ]| Within an alcove's close obscure retreat, 405:05,070[A ]| The scene of undisturbed ease and quiet, 405:05,071[A ]| A bed with well-stuff'd pride it self dos raise, 405:05,072[A ]| Rich with the spoils of all the feather'd race: 405:05,073[A ]| Four stately curtains drawn exclude the light, 405:05,074[A ]| And in the midst of day create a night: 405:05,075[A ]| There, free at once from noise and care and pains 405:05,076[A ]| Stretch'd wanton Sloth on downy empire reigns; 405:05,077[A ]| There 'tis, the Dean, with breakfast late refresht, 405:05,078[A ]| Waits dinner, and beguiles the time in rest: 405:05,079[A ]| Plump Youth sits smiling in his cheerful face 405:05,080[A ]| And ore his strutting cheeks her bloom displays: 405:05,081[A ]| Two stories down his brace of chins advance, 405:05,082[A ]| And strive to meet halfway his rising paunch: 405:05,083[A ]| Vast bulk and compass his huge wast contains, 405:05,084[A ]| And the strait girdle's narrow bounds disdains: 405:05,085[A ]| The yielding Bed with weight of such a pack 405:05,086[A ]| Shrinks under, and its twisted bed-cords crack: 405:05,087[A ]| The Goddess entring finds the table spread, 405:05,088[A ]| With plates and napkins in just order laid; 405:05,089[A ]| Much she admires, and much discovers there 405:05,090[A ]| The conduct of the Church and decent care; 405:05,091[A ]| Then tow'rds the bed her soft approach she makes, 405:05,092[A ]| And with these terms the sleeping Dean bespeaks: 405:05,093[A ]| Sleep'st thou? fond man, sleep'st thou? while near the place 405:05,094[A ]| Ev'n now the Chanter in full Quire displays 405:05,095[A ]| His harden'd impudence and thy disgrace? 405:05,096[A ]| Sings the Te Deums, the Processions gos, 405:05,097[A ]| And show'rs of Blessings lavishly bestows? 405:05,098[A ]| Sleep'st thou? o sensless of approaching fate! 405:05,099[A ]| Whilst dangers thus surround thy tottring state? 405:05,100[A ]| Whilst in dispute thy threaten'd Miter stands, 405:05,101[A ]| The likely Spoil of bold usurping hands? 405:05,102[A ]| Up from this lazy bed, that holds thee now, 405:05,103[A ]| Bid Sleep, or els thy Bishoprick adieu: 405:05,104[A ]| She spoke; and from her cursed mouth a blast 405:05,105[A ]| Sent with her words infects his tainted brest; 405:05,106[A ]| Hate, Strife, and malice strait take up the place, 405:05,107[A ]| And peace with all its gentler forms deface: 405:05,108[A ]| The Dean awakes, rais'd by the dismal noise, 405:05,109[A ]| And with a look agast, and trembling voice, 405:05,110[A ]| His blessing on the parting Fiend bestows: 405:05,111[A ]| As a fierce Bull, whom some ambitious Breeze 405:05,112[A ]| Dares sting, and with his life the glorie buys, 405:05,113[A ]| The haughty Beast with rage the wound resents, 405:05,114[A ]| And his high passion in loud bellow'ings vents; 405:05,115[A ]| The Prelat so, rising from's frightful dream, 405:05,116[A ]| Dos to his men his mighty grief proclaim, 405:05,117[A ]| With dauntless courage he resolves to meet 405:05,118[A ]| The full-charg'd Quire, and stem th' attacks of Fate, 405:05,119[A ]| Dinner it self, nor all its charms can make 405:05,120[A ]| From that resolve his firm intentions shake: 405:05,121[A ]| In vain his Almoner, wise Gilotin 405:05,122[A ]| Disswades with grave advice the rash design, 405:05,123[A ]| Shews him the danger, how 'tis allmost noon, 405:05,124[A ]| How dinner must be spoil'd, if it go on: 405:05,125[A ]| What rage, says he, what unheard frenzy now 405:05,126[A ]| Makes you from dinner to dull service go? 405:05,127[A ]| You, whom the Fates for noble ease ordain, 405:05,128[A ]| Should better your great character maintain: 405:05,129[A ]| Leave this to meaner vassals of the trade; 405:05,130[A ]| Was it to pray that you were Prelat made? 405:05,131[A ]| At lest why now? why this untimely zeal, 405:05,132[A ]| When weightier matters your devotion call? 405:05,133[A ]| When reeking dainties your attendance wait, 405:05,134[A ]| With all that may the eye, or palat treat? 405:05,135[A ]| Is this a time for fasting? is it Lent, 405:05,136[A ]| Ember, or Vigil to be abstinent? 405:05,137[A ]| No, no, be wise, all present feuds forego, 405:05,138[A ]| Your rage dos now deserve a nobler Fo: 405:05,139[A ]| Nor let this prudent maxim be forgot, 405:05,140[A ]| "Dinner twice heated is not worth a groat: 405:05,141[A ]| This said; he with a quick dispatchful care 405:05,142[A ]| Makes the Potage upon the board appear: 405:05,143[A ]| The Dean with holy reverence at the sight 405:05,144[A ]| Stands mute awhile, and lost in rapture quite: 405:05,145[A ]| This staggers all his late resolves at last; 405:05,146[A ]| 'Tis now decreed to stay till dinner's past; 405:05,147[A ]| Dull ceremony bar'd, he falls to eat, 405:05,148[A ]| Hast and his passion make him grace forget: 405:05,149[A ]| With such fierce rage the morsels down he throws, 405:05,150[A ]| As if he with his meat devour'd his Fos: 405:05,151[A ]| Thick crowding bits, by his tir'd jaws unbroke, 405:05,152[A ]| Are swallow'd, and allmost the passage choke: 405:05,153[A ]| The faithful Gilotin, who still dos bear 405:05,154[A ]| In all his just concerns a loyal share, 405:05,155[A ]| Flies thence amaz'd, and wing'd with fear and speed, 405:05,156[A ]| Thro' his whole party dos the terrour spread: 405:05,157[A ]| Quick as th' alarm the troops together fly, 405:05,158[A ]| Resolv'd to vanquish in his cause or dy: 405:05,159[A ]| So march'd of old upon the Thracian plains 405:05,160[A ]| The dreadful Squadrons of embattel'd Cranes, 405:05,161[A ]| When by their Chief the warlike Pygmies led, 405:05,162[A ]| Durst Hebre's banks their native realm invade: 405:05,163[A ]| The Dean, to see the wisht assembly met, 405:05,164[A ]| Takes heart, and rising dos their entrance greet; 405:05,165[A ]| His looks no more their former fury wear, 405:05,166[A ]| But recompos'd put on a gentler air; 405:05,167[A ]| The Gammon, such high Friends to entertain, 405:05,168[A ]| Tho' late remov'd, is now recall'd again: 405:05,169[A ]| Himself the first, the company to grace, 405:05,170[A ]| With brisk Pontack fills up a top-full glass; 405:05,171[A ]| He drinks it off, and all in order strait 405:05,172[A ]| Their Leader's great example imitate: 405:05,173[A ]| Another round succeeds, and out of hand 405:05,174[A ]| They find the large capacious vessel drain'd: 405:05,175[A ]| Soon as wine's generous heat their heads has warm'd, 405:05,176[A ]| Enflam'd their Spirits, and their courage arm'd; 405:05,177[A ]| The cloth's remov'd, and every man intent, 405:05,178[A ]| With eys and ears are on the Prelat bent; 405:05,179[A ]| Who to the wondring audience with a voice 405:05,180[A ]| And looks, that well befit his present woes, 405:05,181[A ]| Dos in these terms his mighty grief disclose: 405:05,182[A ]| Ye great Associates of my toils and cares, 405:05,183[A ]| Of which each feels, and each a burthen shares; 405:05,184[A ]| You, by whose aid and friendship long sustain'd, 405:05,185[A ]| I o're a factious Chapter conquest gain'd, 405:05,186[A ]| And settled now in my establisht throne, 405:05,187[A ]| Am rais'd to sing Magnificat alone: 405:05,188[A ]| Will you ere let an haughty fool depose 405:05,189[A ]| Him, whom your high and open suffrage chose? 405:05,190[A ]| How long will you the Chanter's yoke endure? 405:05,191[A ]| How long submit your trampled necks and pow'r? 405:05,192[A ]| Shall he usurp my rights? shall he give laws, 405:05,193[A ]| And the great charter of your Desk dispose? 405:05,194[A ]| This very morning ('tis no idle dream; 405:05,195[A ]| A God in sleep to me reveal'd the same) 405:05,196[A ]| He durst, bold man, in Quire my Blessings give, 405:05,197[A ]| He durst invade my great prerogative: 405:05,198[A ]| Thus his the fruits of all my pains he makes, 405:05,199[A ]| And my own arms to work my ruin takes: 405:05,200[A ]| Did I ere think? ~~ and more he would exprest, 405:05,201[A ]| But left his looks and sighs to say the rest: 405:05,202[A ]| In vain he would th' unfinisht speech pursue, 405:05,203[A ]| Vast floods of tears his gushing eys oreflow: 405:05,204[A ]| Still, as he'd try, grief spoils the weak efforts, 405:05,205[A ]| And crowding sobs rise up, and choke his words: 405:05,206[A ]| Kind Gilotin, with whom this most had wrought, 405:05,207[A ]| For cure has the restoring bottle brought: 405:05,208[A ]| When Sidrac, who by weight of years opprest, 405:05,209[A ]| That stay'd, and made him slower than the rest, 405:05,210[A ]| Arrives at last with reverend cane in hand, 405:05,211[A ]| And out of breath at th' entrance makes a stand: 405:05,212[A ]| This hoary Nestor had four ages bin 405:05,213[A ]| O' th' Quire, and all their different customs seen, 405:05,214[A ]| Whom high deserts from bare Churchwardens place 405:05,215[A ]| Did by degrees to Vestry-keeper raise: 405:05,216[A ]| He to the Prelat cast in dolefull trance, 405:05,217[A ]| The cause conjectur'd, makes his slow advance: 405:05,218[A ]| Thrice does he cough, thrice stroke his formal beard, 405:05,219[A ]| And in grave words thus to advise is heard: 405:05,220[A ]| Leave, worthy Dean, says he, vain tears and sighs, 405:05,221[A ]| Be they the lot of thy false enemies: 405:05,222[A ]| To save thy rights and empire only hear 405:05,223[A ]| What now propitious Heav'n does me inspire: 405:05,224[A ]| Within the Quir, where, at thy left hand set, 405:05,225[A ]| The Chanter dos display his pride and state, 405:05,226[A ]| Upon that frame of boards, we there behold, 405:05,227[A ]| Which books and leaning elbows dos uphold, 405:05,228[A ]| Stood heretofore (I well remember yet) 405:05,229[A ]| A large-built Desk of huger bulk and rate, 405:05,230[A ]| Whose vast extent, rais'd with prodigious height, 405:05,231[A ]| The place around orelook'd and shadow'd quite: 405:05,232[A ]| Behind its eaves, as some concealing Skreen, 405:05,233[A ]| The Chanter hid, was by the Quire unseen; 405:05,234[A ]| While on the other side the Dean in view 405:05,235[A ]| All the regards of the whole Chappell drew: 405:05,236[A ]| But some ill Genius, urg'd with fatal Spite 405:05,237[A ]| To th' holy Desk, to work its fate thought fit, 405:05,238[A ]| (Whether in night contriv'd by wicked hand 405:05,239[A ]| Or from all age by Destiny ordain'd) 405:05,240[A ]| One morning down it fell in pieces quite, 405:05,241[A ]| These very eys beheld the dismal sight: 405:05,242[A ]| I, who with Heav'n espous'd the Chanter's side, 405:05,243[A ]| The ruins to the Vestry had convey'd, 405:05,244[A ]| Where thirty years lain buried and forgot 405:05,245[A ]| 'Mongst dust and worms it dos inglorious rot: 405:05,246[A ]| Now this I counsel: When returning night 405:05,247[A ]| With its black veil drawn o're shuts out the light, 405:05,248[A ]| Three of us, whom the Fates by lot shall bid, 405:05,249[A ]| Silent, and by its fav'ring darkness hid, 405:05,250[A ]| Shall to the Vestry undescry'd repair, 405:05,251[A ]| And searching out the Desk with heedful care, 405:05,252[A ]| Shall reunite the loose ill-jointed mass, 405:05,253[A ]| And see't remov'd and fixt I' th' ancient place: 405:05,254[A ]| Which if next day the Chanter dare subvert, 405:05,255[A ]| What more can strengthen and make good thy part? 405:05,256[A ]| Expos'd to all attacks of thy just rage he lies, 405:05,257[A ]| A thousand dreadful Writs and Processes: 405:05,258[A ]| Rather then lose thy rights, which Heav'n maintains, 405:05,259[A ]| Let all be ruin'd; 'tis the Churche's Sence: 405:05,260[A ]| By these braue ways a Prelat should make known 405:05,261[A ]| His gallantry, his conduct and renown: 405:05,262[A ]| Let not your glories and your high-born mind 405:05,263[A ]| Be to a narrow Quire and Pray'rs confin'd; 405:05,264[A ]| In Aleth this may pass, where easy fools 405:05,265[A ]| Move by Religion and dull vertue's rule's; 405:05,266[A ]| Pourges and we, who boast a nobler name, 405:05,267[A ]| From such poor ties a free exemption claim: 405:05,268[A ]| And while these troubles shall thy pow'r enhance, 405:05,269[A ]| Thou may'st thy Blessings uncontroul'd dispence; 405:05,270[A ]| Nay, to outbrave the Chanter and his pride, 405:05,271[A ]| Do't in his sight, and bless himself beside. 405:05,272[A ]| Well this discours dos the whole audience move, 405:05,273[A ]| Who its great authour justly all approve, 405:05,274[A ]| But most the ravisht Dean, whose grateful zeal 405:05,275[A ]| In loud applause dos his high transport tell: 405:05,276[A ]| 'Tis mov'd that strait thro' all the troop be chose 405:05,277[A ]| The three, to whom the Fates shall give their voice; 405:05,278[A ]| But all contend alike with rival strife, 405:05,279[A ]| Each in the service vows to stake his life: 405:05,280[A ]| Leave, says the Dean, this generous contest leave; 405:05,281[A ]| The lot alone must the decision give; 405:05,282[A ]| To end this feud we cuts resolve to draw, 405:05,283[A ]| Be chance our guide, and Destiny our law: 405:05,284[A ]| He says; they all obey; each would be first, 405:05,285[A ]| And pressing elbows writing elbows thrust: 405:05,286[A ]| Soon thirty names appear in paper writ, 405:05,287[A ]| Some by their marks and some by proxy set: 405:05,288[A ]| In equal pieces these with justness cut 405:05,289[A ]| After due shuffling in a cap are put; 405:05,290[A ]| For drawing which with more unbiast hand, 405:05,291[A ]| A Quirister is to the work ordain'd, 405:05,292[A ]| Young Guillaume, whom all marks of candour grace, 405:05,293[A ]| Whose blushes artless modesty confess: 405:05,294[A ]| Mean while the Dean dos all just reverence shew 405:05,295[A ]| Which to that great solemnity is due; 405:05,296[A ]| With head uncover'd, lifted hands and eys, 405:05,297[A ]| Thrice dos he bless the names, and shakes 'em thrice: 405:05,298[A ]| He turns the cap: The stripling draws: and strait 405:05,299[A ]| Brontin appears, the first mark'd out by Fate: 405:05,300[A ]| At this the Dean happy success dos bode 405:05,301[A ]| And joyful murmurs run thro' all the crowd: 405:05,302[A ]| All's husht: and now the name, the glorious name 405:05,303[A ]| Of great La Tour the Clock-keeper dos claim 405:05,304[A ]| Next place in the high enterprise of fame: 405:05,305[A ]| This young Adonis, small of size and height, 405:05,306[A ]| Of Anne his consort is the sole delight: 405:05,307[A ]| Kindled with mutual flames this charming pair 405:05,308[A ]| Are both each others happiness and care: 405:05,309[A ]| And they were both (if not by fae belied) 405:05,310[A ]| Ere wedlock long in chast embraces tied; 405:05,311[A ]| But three years since, that tie faster to bind, 405:05,312[A ]| Th' Official had the knot of marriage join'd: 405:05,313[A ]| This sturdy Brave of cudgelling renown 405:05,314[A ]| In Wakes dire rights has his high valour shewn; 405:05,315[A ]| In his fierce looks and haughty port and meen, 405:05,316[A ]| A warlike air and face of action's seen: 405:05,317[A ]| One name is left to come, once more the Dean 405:05,318[A ]| Shuffles the pack and shakes 'em well again: 405:05,319[A ]| Each thinks his name will prove the last oth' three; 405:05,320[A ]| But what strange joys and transports ravish thee, 405:05,321[A ]| O mighty Sexton, brave Boirude, when thou, 405:05,322[A ]| Support o'th' Cross and of thy Master too, 405:05,323[A ]| Seest to the Dean thy name appear in view? 405:05,324[A ]| 'Tis said, thy tallow face and tawny brows 405:05,325[A ]| Did at the time their ancient paleness lose, 405:05,326[A ]| Thy lubber carcase too, crippled before 405:05,327[A ]| With age and gout, now warm'd with martial pow'r, 405:05,328[A ]| With active bounds cut capers on the floor: 405:05,329[A ]| All bless the ruling Fate of human things, 405:05,330[A ]| Which their just cause to such good hands resigns: 405:05,331[A ]| With this th' assembly rise, and out of doors 405:05,332[A ]| All in disorder shape their hasty course: 405:05,333[A ]| The Dean alone, with rage a while appeas'd, 405:05,334[A ]| Till supper lulls himself and cares to rest.