141:00,000@@@@@| 141:00,000@@@@@| 141:01,000@@@@@| 141:01,000[B ]| 141:01,000[B ]| 141:01,000[B ]| 141:01,001[B ]| By$4$ hell it was bravely done! what less than this? 141:01,002[B ]| What sacrifice of meaner worth and price 141:01,003[B ]| Could we have offered up$5$ for$4$ our success? 141:01,004[B ]| So$5#2$ fare all they, whoever provoke our hate, 141:01,005[B ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ like$2$ ways presume to$9$ tempt their fate; 141:01,006[B ]| Fare each like$4$ this bold meddling fool, and be 141:01,007[B ]| As well secured, as well dispatched as he: 141:01,008[B ]| Would he were here, yet warm, that$3$ we might drain 141:01,009[B ]| His reeking gore, and drink up$5$ every vein! 141:01,010[B ]| That$6#2$ were a glorious sanction, much like$4$ thine, 141:01,011[B ]| Great Roman! made upon$4$ a like$2$ design: 141:01,012[B ]| Like$4$ thine? we scorn so$5#1$ mean a sacrament, 141:01,013[B ]| To$9$ seal and consecrate our high intent, 141:01,014[B ]| We scorn base blood should our great league cement: 141:01,015[B ]| Thou didst it with a slave, but we think good 141:01,016[B ]| To$9$ bind our treason with a bleeding God. 141:01,017[B ]| Would it were his (why should I fear to$9$ name, 141:01,018[B ]| Or you to$9$ hear it?) at which$6#1$ we nobly aim! 141:01,019[B ]| Lives yet that$6#2$ hated enemy of our cause? 141:01,020[B ]| Lives he our mighty projects to$9$ oppose? 141:01,021[B ]| Can his weak innocence and heaven's care 141:01,022[B ]| Be thought security from what we dare? 141:01,023[B ]| Are you then Jesuits? are you so$5#2$ for$4$ nought? 141:01,024[B ]| In$4$ all the Catholic depths of treason taught? 141:01,025[B ]| In$4$ orthodox and solid poisoning read? 141:01,026[B ]| In$4$ each profounder art of killing bred? 141:01,027[B ]| And can you fail, or bungle in$4$ your trade? 141:01,028[B ]| Shall one poor life your cowardice upbraid? 141:01,029[B ]| Tame dastard slaves! who$6#1$ your profession shame, 141:01,030[B ]| And fix disgrace on$4$ our great founder's name. 141:01,031[B ]| Think what late sectaries (an ignoble crew, 141:01,032[B ]| Not worthy to$9$ be ranked in$4$ sin with you) 141:01,033[B ]| Inspired with lofty wickedness, durst do: 141:01,034[B ]| How from his throne they hurled a monarch down, 141:01,035[B ]| And doubly eased him of both life and crown: 141:01,036[B ]| They scorned in$4$ covert their bold act to$9$ hide, 141:01,037[B ]| In$4$ open face of heaven the work they did, 141:01,038[B ]| And braved its vengeance, and its powers defied. 141:01,039[B ]| This is his son, and mortal too like$4$ him, 141:01,040[B ]| Durst you usurp the glory of the crime; 141:01,041[B ]| And dare ye not? I know, you scorn to$9$ be 141:01,042[B ]| By$4$ such as they outdone in$4$ villainy, 141:01,043[B ]| Your proper province; true, you urged them on$5$, 141:01,044[B ]| Were engines in$4$ the fact, but they alone 141:01,045[B ]| Share all the open credit and renown. 141:01,046[B ]| But hold! I wrong our church and cause, which$6#1$ need 141:01,047[B ]| No$2$ foreign instance, nor what others did: 141:01,048[B ]| Think on$4$ that$6#2$ matchless assassin, whose name 141:01,049[B ]| We with just pride can make our happy claim; 141:01,050[B ]| He, who$6#1$ at killing of an emperor, 141:01,051[B ]| To$9$ give his poison stronger force and power 141:01,052[B ]| Mixed a God with it, and made it work more sure: 141:01,053[B ]| Blessed memory! which$6#1$ shall through age to$9$ come 141:01,054[B ]| Stand sacred in$4$ the lists of hell and Rome. 141:01,055[B ]| Let our great Clement, and Ravillac's name, 141:01,056[B ]| Your spirits to$4$ like$2$ heights of sin inflame; 141:01,057[B ]| Those mighty souls, who$6#1$ bravely chose to$9$ die 141:01,058[B ]| To$9$ have each a royal ghost, their company: 141:01,059[B ]| Heroic act! and worth their tortures well, 141:01,060[B ]| Well worth the suffering of a double hell, 141:01,061[B ]| That$6#2$ they felt here, and that$6#2$ below they feel. 141:01,062[B ]| And if these can not move you, as they should, 141:01,063[B ]| Let me and my example fire your blood: 141:01,064[B ]| Think on$4$ my vast attempt, a glorious deed, 141:01,065[B ]| Which$6#1$ durst the fates have suffered to$9$ succeed, 141:01,066[B ]| Had rivalled hell's most proud exploit and boast, 141:01,067[B ]| Even that$6#2$, which$6#1$ would the king of fates deposed, 141:01,068[B ]| Cursed be the day, and never in$4$ time enrolled, 141:01,069[B ]| And cursed the star, whose spiteful influence ruled 141:01,070[B ]| The luckless minute, which$6#1$ my project spoiled: 141:01,071[B ]| Curse on$4$ that$6#2$ power, who$6#1$, of himself afraid, 141:01,072[B ]| My glory with my brave design betrayed: 141:01,073[B ]| Justly he feared, lest I, who$6#1$ struck so$5#1$ high 141:01,074[B ]| In$4$ guilt, should next blow up$5$ his realm and sky: 141:01,075[B ]| And so$5#2$ I had; at least I would have durst, 141:01,076[B ]| And failing, had got off with fame at worst. 141:01,077[B ]| Had you but half my bravery in$4$ sin, 141:01,078[B ]| Your work had never thus unfinished been: 141:01,079[B ]| Had I been man, and the great act to$9$ do; 141:01,080[B ]| He had died by$4$ this, and been what I am now, 141:01,081[B ]| Or what his father is: I would leap hell 141:01,082[B ]| To$9$ reach his life, though in$4$ the midst I fell, 141:01,083[B ]| And deeper than before. ~~ 141:01,084[B ]| Let rabble souls of narrow aim and reach 141:01,085[B ]| Stoop their vile necks, and dull obedience preach: 141:01,086[B ]| Let them with slavish awe (disdained by$4$ me) 141:01,087[B ]| Adore the purple rag of majesty, 141:01,088[B ]| And think it a sacred relic of the sky: 141:01,089[B ]| Well may such fools a base subjection own, 141:01,090[B ]| Vassals to$4$ every ass, that$6#1$ loads a throne: 141:01,091[B ]| Unlike the soul, with which$6#1$ proud I was born, 141:01,092[B ]| Who$6#1$ could that$6#2$ sneaking thing a monarch scorn, 141:01,093[B ]| Spurn off a crown, and set my foot in$4$ sport 141:01,094[B ]| Upon$4$ the head, that$6#1$ wore it, trod in$4$ dirt. 141:01,095[B ]| But say, what is it, that$6#1$ binds your hands? does fear 141:01,096[B ]| From such a glorious action you deter? 141:01,097[B ]| Or is it religion? but you sure disclaim 141:01,098[B ]| That$6#2$ frivolous pretence, that$6#2$ empty name: 141:01,099[B ]| Mere bugbear-word, devised by$4$ us to$9$ scare 141:01,100[B ]| The senseless rout to$4$ slavishness and fear, 141:01,101[B ]| Never known to$9$ awe the brave, and those that$6#1$ dare. 141:01,102[B ]| Such weak and feeble things may serve for$4$ checks 141:01,103[B ]| To$9$ rein and curb base-mettled heretics; 141:01,104[B ]| Dull creatures, whose nice boggling consciences 141:01,105[B ]| Startle, or strain at such slight crimes as these; 141:01,106[B ]| Such, whom fond inbred honesty befools, 141:01,107[B ]| Or that$6#2$ old musty piece the Bible gulls: 141:01,108[B ]| That$6#2$ hated book, the bulwark of our foes, 141:01,109[B ]| Whereby they still uphold their tottering cause. 141:01,110[B ]| Let no$2$ such toys mislead you from the road 141:01,111[B ]| Of glory, nor infect your souls with good: 141:01,112[B ]| Let never bold encroaching virtue dare 141:01,113[B ]| With her grim holy face to$9$ enter there, 141:01,114[B ]| No$7$, not in$4$ very dream: have only will$0$ 141:01,115[B ]| Like$4$ fiends and me to$9$ covet and act ill: 141:01,116[B ]| Let true substantial wickedness take place, 141:01,117[B ]| Usurp and reign; let it the very trace 141:01,118[B ]| (If any yet be left) of good deface. 141:01,119[B ]| If ever qualms of inward cowardice 141:01,120[B ]| (The things, which$6#1$ some dull sots call conscience) rise 141:01,121[B ]| Make them in$4$ streams of blood and slaughter drown, 141:01,122[B ]| Or with new weights of guilt still press them down. 141:01,123[B ]| Shame, faith, religion, honour, loyalty, 141:01,124[B ]| Nature itself, whatever checks there be 141:01,125[B ]| To$4$ loose and uncontrolled impiety, 141:01,126[B ]| Be all extinct in$4$ you; own no$2$ remorse 141:01,127[B ]| But that$3$ you have balked a sin, have been no$2$ worse, 141:01,128[B ]| Or too much pity shown. ~~ 141:01,129[B ]| Be diligent in$4$ mischief's trade, be each 141:01,130[B ]| Performing as a devil; nor stick to$9$ reach 141:01,131[B ]| At crimes most dangerous; where bold despair, 141:01,132[B ]| Mad lust and heedless blind revenge would never 141:01,133[B ]| Even look, march you without a blush, or fear, 141:01,134[B ]| Inflamed by$4$ all the hazards, that$6#1$ oppose, 141:01,135[B ]| And firm, as burning martyrs, to$4$ your cause. 141:01,136[B ]| Then you are true Jesuits, then you are fit to$9$ be 141:01,137[B ]| Disciples of great Loyola and me: 141:01,138[B ]| Worthy to$9$ undertake, worthy a plot 141:01,139[B ]| Like$4$ this, and fit to$9$ scourge an Huguenot. 141:01,140[B ]| Plagues on$4$ that$6#2$ name! may swift confusion seize, 141:01,141[B ]| And utterly blot out the cursed race: 141:01,142[B ]| Thrice damned be that$6#2$ apostate monk, from whom 141:01,143[B ]| Sprung first these enemies of us and Rome: 141:01,144[B ]| Whose poisonous filth dropped from engendering brain, 141:01,145[B ]| By$4$ monstrous birth did the vile insects spawn, 141:01,146[B ]| Which$6#1$ now infest each country, and defile 141:01,147[B ]| With their overspreading swarms this goodly isle. 141:01,148[B ]| Once it was ours, and subject to$4$ our yoke, 141:01,149[B ]| Until a late reigning witch the enchantment broke: 141:01,150[B ]| It shall again: hell and I say it: have ye 141:01,151[B ]| But courage to$9$ make good the prophecy: 141:01,152[B ]| Not fate itself shall hinder. ~~ 141:01,153[B ]| Too sparing was the time, too mild the day, 141:01,154[B ]| When our great Mary bore the English sway: 141:01,155[B ]| Unqueen-like pity marred her royal power, 141:01,156[B ]| Nor was her purple dyed enough in$4$ gore. 141:01,157[B ]| Four or five hundred, such-like petty sum 141:01,158[B ]| Might fall perhaps a sacrifice to$4$ Rome, 141:01,159[B ]| Scarce worth the naming: had I had the power, 141:01,160[B ]| Or been thought fit to$9$ have been her counsellor, 141:01,161[B ]| She should have raised it to$4$ a nobler score. 141:01,162[B ]| Big bonfires should have blazed and shone each day, 141:01,163[B ]| To$9$ tell our triumphs, and make bright our way: 141:01,164[B ]| And when it was dark, in$4$ every lane and street 141:01,165[B ]| Thick flaming heretics should serve to$9$ light 141:01,166[B ]| And save the needless charge of links by$4$ night: 141:01,167[B ]| Smithfield should still have kept a constant fire, 141:01,168[B ]| Which$6#1$ never should be quenched, never expire, 141:01,169[B ]| But with the lives of all the miscreant rout, 141:01,170[B ]| Till the last gasping breath had blown it out. 141:01,171[B ]| So$5#2$ Nero did, such was the prudent course 141:01,172[B ]| Taken by$4$ all his mighty successors, 141:01,173[B ]| To$9$ tame like$4$ heretics of old by$4$ force: 141:01,174[B ]| They scorned dull reason and pedantic rules 141:01,175[B ]| To$9$ conquer and reduce the hardened fools: 141:01,176[B ]| Racks, gibbets, halters were their arguments, 141:01,177[B ]| Which$6#1$ did most undeniably convince: 141:01,178[B ]| Grave bearded lions managed the dispute, 141:01,179[B ]| And reverend bears their doctrines did confute: 141:01,180[B ]| And all, who$6#1$ would stand out in$4$ stiff defence, 141:01,181[B ]| They gently clawed and worried into sense: 141:01,182[B ]| Better than all our Sorbonne dotards now, 141:01,183[B ]| Who$6#1$ would by$4$ dint of words our foes subdue. 141:01,184[B ]| This was the rigid discipline of old, 141:01,185[B ]| Which$6#1$ modern sots for$4$ persecution hold: 141:01,186[B ]| Of which$6#1$ dull annalists in$4$ story tell 141:01,187[B ]| Strange legends, and huge bulky volumes swell 141:01,188[B ]| With martyred fools, that$6#1$ lost their way to$4$ hell. 141:01,189[B ]| From these, our church's glorious ancestors, 141:01,190[B ]| We have learnt our arts and made their methods ours: 141:01,191[B ]| Nor have we come behind, the least degree, 141:01,192[B ]| In$4$ acts of rough and manly cruelty: 141:01,193[B ]| Converting faggots and the powerful stake 141:01,194[B ]| And sword resistless our apostles make. 141:01,195[B ]| This heretofore Bohemia felt, and thus 141:01,196[B ]| Were all the numerous proselytes of Huss 141:01,197[B ]| Crushed with their head: So$5#2$ Waldo's cursed rout, 141:01,198[B ]| And those of Wickliff here were rooted out, 141:01,199[B ]| Their names scarce left. Sure were the means, we chose, 141:01,200[B ]| And wrought prevailingly: fire purged the dross 141:01,201[B ]| Of those foul heresies, and sovereign steel 141:01,202[B ]| Lopped off the infected limbs the church to$9$ heal. 141:01,203[B ]| Renowned was that$6#2$ French brave, renowned his deed, 141:01,204[B ]| A deed, for$4$ which$6#1$ the day deserves its red 141:01,205[B ]| Far more than for$4$ a paltry saint, that$6#1$ died: 141:01,206[B ]| How goodly was the sight! how fine the show! 141:01,207[B ]| When Paris saw through all its channels flow 141:01,208[B ]| The blood of Huguenots; when the full Seine, 141:01,209[B ]| Swelled with the flood, its banks with joy overran! 141:01,210[B ]| He scorned like$4$ common murderers to$9$ deal 141:01,211[B ]| By$4$ parcels and piecemeal; he scorned retail 141:01,212[B ]| In$4$ the trade of death: whole myriads died by$4$ the great, 141:01,213[B ]| Soon as one single life; so$5#1$ quick their fate, 141:01,214[B ]| Their very prayers and wishes came too late. 141:01,215[B ]| This a king did: and great and mighty it was, 141:01,216[B ]| Worthy his high degree, and power, and place, 141:01,217[B ]| And worthy our religion and our cause: 141:01,218[B ]| Unmatched it had been, had not Macguire arose, 141:01,219[B ]| The bold Macguire (who$6#2$, read in$4$ modern fame, 141:01,220[B ]| Can be a stranger to$4$ his worth and name?) 141:01,221[B ]| Born to$9$ outsin a monarch, born to$9$ reign 141:01,222[B ]| In$4$ guilt, and all competitors disdain: 141:01,223[B ]| Dread memory! whose each mention still can make 141:01,224[B ]| Pale heretics with trembling horror quake. 141:01,225[B ]| To$9$ undo a kingdom, to$9$ achieve a crime 141:01,226[B ]| Like$4$ his, who$6#1$ would not fall and die like$4$ him? 141:01,227[B ]| Never had Rome a nobler service done, 141:01,228[B ]| Never had hell; each day came thronging down 141:01,229[B ]| Vast shoals of ghosts, and mine was pleased and glad, 141:01,230[B ]| And smiled, when it the brave revenge surveyed. 141:01,231[B ]| Nor do I mention these great instances 141:01,232[B ]| For$4$ bounds and limits to$4$ your wickedness: 141:01,233[B ]| Dare you beyond, something out of the road 141:01,234[B ]| Of all example, where none yet have trod, 141:01,235[B ]| Nor shall hereafter: what mad Catiline 141:01,236[B ]| Durst never think, nor his madder poet feign. 141:01,237[B ]| Make the poor baffled pagan fool confess, 141:01,238[B ]| How much a Christian crime can conquer his: 141:01,239[B ]| How far in$4$ gallant mischief overcome, 141:01,240[B ]| The old must yield to$4$ new and modern Rome. 141:01,241[B ]| Mix ills past, present, future, in$4$ one act; 141:01,242[B ]| One high, one brave, one great, one glorious fact, 141:01,243[B ]| Which$6#1$ hell and very I may envy ~~ 141:01,244[B ]| Such as a God himself might wish to$9$ be 141:01,245[B ]| A complice in$4$ the mighty villainy 141:01,246[B ]| And barter his heaven, and vouchsafe to$9$ die. 141:01,247[B ]| Nor let delay (the bane of enterprise) 141:01,248[B ]| Mar yours, or make the great importance miss. 141:01,249[B ]| This fact has waked your enemies and their fear; 141:01,250[B ]| Let it your vigour too, your haste, and care. 141:01,251[B ]| Be swift, and let your deeds forestall intent, 141:01,252[B ]| Forestall even wishes before they can take vent, 141:01,253[B ]| Nor give the fates the leisure to$9$ prevent. 141:01,254[B ]| Let the full clouds, which$6#1$ a long time did wrap 141:01,255[B ]| Your gathering thunder, now with sudden clap 141:01,256[B ]| Break out upon$4$ your foes; dash and confound, 141:01,257[B ]| And spread avoidless ruin all around. 141:01,258[B ]| Let the fired city to$4$ your plot give light; 141:01,259[B ]| You razed it half before, now raze it quite. 141:01,260[B ]| Do it more effectually; I would see it glow 141:01,261[B ]| In$4$ flames unquenchable as those below. 141:01,262[B ]| I would see the miscreants with their houses burn, 141:01,263[B ]| And all together into ashes turn. 141:01,264[B ]| Bend next your fury to$4$ the cursed divan, 141:01,265[B ]| That$6#2$ damned committee, whom the fates ordain 141:01,266[B ]| Of all our well-laid plots to$9$ be the bane. 141:01,267[B ]| Unkennel those state foxes, where they lie 141:01,268[B ]| Working your speedy fate and destiny. 141:01,269[B ]| Lug by$4$ the ears the doting prelates thence, 141:01,270[B ]| Dash heresy together with their brains 141:01,271[B ]| Out of their shattered heads. Lop off the lords 141:01,272[B ]| And commons at one stroke, and let your swords 141:01,273[B ]| Adjourn them all to$4$ the other world ~~ 141:01,274[B ]| Would I were blessed with flesh and blood again, 141:01,275[B ]| But to$9$ be actor in$4$ that$6#2$ happy scene! 141:01,276[B ]| Yet thus I will$1$ be by$5$, and glut my view; 141:01,277[B ]| Revenge shall take its fill, in$4$ state I will$1$ go 141:01,278[B ]| With captive ghosts to$9$ tend me down below. 141:01,279[B ]| Let these the handsells of your vengeance be, 141:01,280[B ]| Yet stop not here, nor flag in$4$ cruelty. 141:01,281[B ]| Kill like$4$ a plague or inquisition; spare 141:01,282[B ]| No$2$ age, degree, or sex; only to$9$ wear 141:01,283[B ]| A soul, only to$9$ own a life, be here 141:01,284[B ]| Thought crime enough to$9$ lose it: no$2$ time nor place 141:01,285[B ]| Be sanctuary from your outrages. 141:01,286[B ]| Spare not in$4$ churches kneeling priests at prayer, 141:01,287[B ]| Though interceding for$4$ you, slay even there. 141:01,288[B ]| Spare not young infants smiling at the breast, 141:01,289[B ]| Who$6#1$ from relenting fools their mercy wrest: 141:01,290[B ]| Rip teeming wombs, tear out the hated brood 141:01,291[B ]| From thence, and drown them in$4$ their mothers blood. 141:01,292[B ]| Pity not virgins, nor their tender cries, 141:01,293[B ]| Though prostrate at your feet with melting eyes 141:01,294[B ]| All drowned in$4$ tears; strike home as it were in$4$ lust, 141:01,295[B ]| And force their begging hands to$9$ guide the thrust. 141:01,296[B ]| Ravish at the altar, kill when you have done, 141:01,297[B ]| Make them your rapes, and victims too in$4$ one. 141:01,298[B ]| Nor let grey hoary hairs protection give 141:01,299[B ]| To$4$ age, just crawling on$4$ the verge of life: 141:01,300[B ]| Snatch from its leaning hands the weak support, 141:01,301[B ]| And with it knock it into the grave with sport; 141:01,302[B ]| Brain the poor cripple with his crutch, then cry, 141:01,303[B ]| You have kindly rid him of his misery. 141:01,304[B ]| Seal up$5$ your ears to$4$ mercy, lest their words 141:01,305[B ]| Should tempt a pity, ram them with your swords 141:01,306[B ]| (Their tongues too) down their throats; let them not dare 141:01,307[B ]| To$9$ mutter for$4$ their souls a gasping prayer, 141:01,308[B ]| But in$4$ the utterance choke it, and stab it there. 141:01,309[B ]| It were witty handsome malice (could you do it) 141:01,310[B ]| To$9$ make them die, and make them damned to$8$ boot. 141:01,311[B ]| Make children by$4$ one fate with parents die, 141:01,312[B ]| Kill even revenge in$4$ next posterity: 141:01,313[B ]| So$3$ you will$1$ be pestered with no$2$ orphans' cries, 141:01,314[B ]| No$2$ childless mothers curse your memories. 141:01,315[B ]| Make death and desolation swim in$4$ blood 141:01,316[B ]| Throughout the land, with nought to$9$ stop the flood 141:01,317[B ]| But slaughtered carcasses; till the whole isle 141:01,318[B ]| Become one tomb, become one funeral pile; 141:01,319[B ]| Till such vast numbers swell the countless sum, 141:01,320[B ]| That$3$ the wide grave and wider hell want room. 141:01,321[B ]| Great was that$6#2$ tyrant's wish, which$6#1$ should be mine, 141:01,322[B ]| Did I not scorn the leavings of a sin; 141:01,323[B ]| Freely I would bestow it on$4$ England now, 141:01,324[B ]| That$3$ the whole nation with one neck might grow, 141:01,325[B ]| To$9$ be sliced off, and you to$9$ give the blow. 141:01,326[B ]| What neither Saxon rage could here inflict, 141:01,327[B ]| Nor Danes more savage, nor the barbarous Pict; 141:01,328[B ]| What Spain nor eighty-eight could ever devise, 141:01,329[B ]| With all its fleet and freight of cruelties; 141:01,330[B ]| What never Medina wished, much less could dare, 141:01,331[B ]| And bloodier Alva would with trembling hear; 141:01,332[B ]| What may strike out dire prodigies of old, 141:01,333[B ]| And make their mild and gentler acts untold. 141:01,334[B ]| What heaven's judgments, nor the angry stars, 141:01,335[B ]| Foreign invasions, nor domestic wars, 141:01,336[B ]| Plague, fire, nor famine could effect or do; 141:01,337[B ]| All this and more be dared and done by$4$ you. 141:01,338[B ]| But why do I with idle talk delay 141:01,339[B ]| Your hands, and while they should be acting, stay? 141:01,340[B ]| Farewell ~~ 141:01,341[B ]| If I may waste a prayer for$4$ your success, 141:01,342[B ]| Hell be your aid, and your high projects bless! 141:01,343[B ]| May that$6#2$ vile wretch, if any here there be, 141:01,344[B ]| That$6#1$ meanly shrinks from brave iniquity; 141:01,345[B ]| If any here feel pity or remorse, 141:01,346[B ]| May he feel all I have bid you act, and worse! 141:01,347[B ]| May he by$4$ rage of foes unpitied fall, 141:01,348[B ]| And they tread out his hated soul to$4$ hell. 141:01,349[B ]| May his name and carcass rot, exposed alike to$9$ be 141:01,350[B ]| The everlasting mark of grinning infamy. 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. 141:03,000@@@@@| 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,001[' ]| Long had the famed Impostor found Success, 141:03,002[' ]| Long seen his damned Fraternity's increase, 141:03,003[' ]| In$4$ Wealth and Power, Mischief and Guile improved 141:03,004[' ]| By$4$ Popes, and Pope-rid Kings upheld and loved: 141:03,005[' ]| Laden with Years, and Sins, and numerous Scars, 141:03,006[' ]| Got some in$4$ the Field, but most in$4$ other Wars, 141:03,007[' ]| Now finding Life decay, and Fate draw near, 141:03,008[' ]| Grown ripe for$4$ Hell, and Roman Calendar, 141:03,009[' ]| He thinks it worth his Holy Thoughts and Care, 141:03,010[' ]| Some hidden Rules and Secrets to$9$ impart, 141:03,011[' ]| The Proofs of long Experience, and deep Art, 141:03,012[' ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ his Successors may useful be 141:03,013[' ]| In$4$ conduct of their future Villainy. 141:03,014[' ]| Summoned together, all the Officious Band 141:03,015[' ]| The Orders of their Bed-rid Chief attend; 141:03,016[' ]| Doubtful, what Legacy he will$1$ bequeath, 141:03,017[' ]| And wait with greedy Ears his dying Breath: 141:03,018[' ]| With such quick Duty Vassal Fiends below 141:03,019[' ]| To$9$ meet commands of their Dread Monarch go. 141:03,020[' ]| On$4$ Pillow raised, he does their Entrance greet, 141:03,021[' ]| And joys to$9$ see the Wished Assembly meet: 141:03,022[' ]| They in$4$ glad Murmurs tell their Joy aloud, 141:03,023[' ]| Then a deep Silence stills the expecting Crowd. 141:03,024[' ]| Like$4$ Delphic Hag of old by$4$ Fiend possessed, 141:03,025[' ]| He swells, wild Frenzy heaves his panting Breast, 141:03,026[' ]| His bristling Hairs stick up$5$, his Eye-Balls glow, 141:03,027[' ]| And from his Mouth long flakes of Drivel flow: 141:03,028[' ]| Thrice with due Reverence he himself doth cross, 141:03,029[' ]| Then thus his Hellish Oracles disclose. 141:03,030[B ]| Ye firm Associates of my great Design, 141:03,031[B ]| Whom the same Vows, and Oaths, and Order join, 141:03,032[B ]| The faithful Band, whom I, and Rome have chose, 141:03,033[B ]| The last Support of our declining Cause: 141:03,034[B ]| Whose Conquering Troops I with Success have led 141:03,035[B ]| Against all Opposers of our Church and Head; 141:03,036[B ]| Whoever to$4$ the mad German owe their Rise, 141:03,037[B ]| Geneva's Rebel, or the hot brained Swiss; 141:03,038[B ]| Revolted Heretics, who$6#1$ late have broke, 141:03,039[B ]| And durst throw off the long-worn Sacred Yoke: 141:03,040[B ]| You, by$4$ whose happy Influence Rome can boast 141:03,041[B ]| A greater Empire, than by$4$ Luther lost: 141:03,042[B ]| By$4$ whom wide Nature's far-stretched Limits now, 141:03,043[B ]| And utmost Indies to$4$ its Crosier Bow: 141:03,044[B ]| Go on$5$, ye mighty Champions of our Cause, 141:03,045[B ]| Maintain our Party, and subdue our foes: 141:03,046[B ]| Kill Heresy, that$6#2$ rank and poisonous Weed, 141:03,047[B ]| Which$6#1$ threatens now the Church to$9$ overspread: 141:03,048[B ]| Fire Calvin, and his Nest of Upstarts out, 141:03,049[B ]| Who$6#1$ tread our Sacred Mitre under Foot; 141:03,050[B ]| Strayed Germany reduce; let it no$2$ more 141:03,051[B ]| The incestuous Monk of Wittenburge adore: 141:03,052[B ]| Make Stubborn England once more stoop its Crown, 141:03,053[B ]| And Fealty to$4$ our Priestly Sovereign own: 141:03,054[B ]| Regain our Church's Rights, the Island clear 141:03,055[B ]| From all remaining Dregs of Wickliff there. 141:03,056[B ]| Plot, enterprize, contrive, endeavour: spare 141:03,057[B ]| No$2$ toil nor Pains: no$2$ death nor Danger fear: 141:03,058[B ]| Restless your Aims pursue: let no$2$ defeat 141:03,059[B ]| Your sprightly Courage and Attempts rebate, 141:03,060[B ]| But urge to$4$ fresh and bolder, never to$9$ end 141:03,061[B ]| Till the whole world to$4$ our great Califf bend: 141:03,062[B ]| Till he through every Nation everywhere 141:03,063[B ]| Bear Sway, and Reign as absolute as here: 141:03,064[B ]| Till Rome without Control and Contest be 141:03,065[B ]| The Universal Ghostly Monarchy. 141:03,066[B ]| Oh! that$3$ kind Heaven a longer Thread would give, 141:03,067[B ]| And let me to$4$ that$6#2$ happy Juncture live: 141:03,068[B ]| But it is decreed! 141:03,068[' ]| ~~ at this he paused and wept, 141:03,069[' ]| The rest alike time with his Sorrow kept: 141:03,070[' ]| Then thus continued he 141:03,070[B ]| ~~ since unjust Fate 141:03,071[B ]| Envies my race of Glory longer date; 141:03,072[B ]| Yet, as a wounded General, before he dies, 141:03,073[B ]| To$4$ his sad Troops, sighs out his last Advice, 141:03,074[B ]| Who$6#1$ though they must his fatal Absence moan, 141:03,075[B ]| By$4$ those great Lessons conquer when he is gone; 141:03,076[B ]| So$3$ I to$4$ you my last Instructions give, 141:03,077[B ]| And breathe out Counsel with my parting Life: 141:03,078[B ]| Let each to$4$ my important words give Ear, 141:03,079[B ]| Worth your Attention, and my dying Care. 141:03,080[B ]| First, and the chiefest thing by$4$ me enjoined, 141:03,081[B ]| The Solemnest tie, that$6#1$ must your Order bind, 141:03,082[B ]| Let each without demur, or scruple pay 141:03,083[B ]| A strict Obedience to$4$ the Roman Sway: 141:03,084[B ]| To$4$ the unerring Chair all Homage Swear, 141:03,085[B ]| Although a Punk, a Witch, a Fiend sit there: 141:03,086[B ]| Whoever is to$4$ the Sacred Mitre reared, 141:03,087[B ]| Believe all Virtues with the place conferred: 141:03,088[B ]| Think him established there by$4$ Heaven, though he 141:03,089[B ]| Has Altars robed for$4$ Bribes the choice to$9$ buy, 141:03,090[B ]| Or pawned his Soul to$4$ Hell for$4$ Simony: 141:03,091[B ]| Though he be Atheist, Heathen, Turk, or Jew, 141:03,092[B ]| Blasphemer, Sacrilegious, Perjured too: 141:03,093[B ]| Though Pander, Bawd, Pimp, Pathic, Buggerer, 141:03,094[B ]| Whatever Old Sodom's Nest of Lechers were: 141:03,095[B ]| Though Tyrant, Traitor, Poisoner, Parricide, 141:03,096[B ]| Magician, Monster, all that$6#1$ is bad beside: 141:03,097[B ]| Fouler than Infamy; the very Lees, 141:03,098[B ]| The Sink, the Jakes, the Common-shore of Vice: 141:03,099[B ]| Strait count him Holy, Virtuous, Good, Devout, 141:03,100[B ]| Chaste, Gentle, Meek, a Saint, a God, what not? 141:03,101[B ]| Make Fate hang on$4$ his Lips, nor Heaven have 141:03,102[B ]| Power to$9$ Predestinate without his leave: 141:03,103[B ]| None be admitted there, but who$6#1$ he please, 141:03,104[B ]| Who$6#1$ buys from him the Patent for$4$ the Place. 141:03,105[B ]| Hold these amongst the highest rank of Saints, 141:03,106[B ]| Whomever he to$4$ that$6#2$ Honour shall advance, 141:03,107[B ]| Though here the Refuse of the Jail and Stews, 141:03,108[B ]| Whom Hell itself would scarce for$4$ lumber chuse: 141:03,109[B ]| But count all Reprobate, and Damned, and worse, 141:03,110[B ]| Whom he, when Gout, or tissick Rage, shall curse: 141:03,111[B ]| Whom he in$4$ anger Excommunicates 141:03,112[B ]| For$4$ Friday meals and abrogating Sprats, 141:03,113[B ]| Or in$4$ just Indignation spurns to$4$ Hell 141:03,114[B ]| For$4$ jeering holy Toe and Pantofle. 141:03,115[B ]| Whatever he says esteem for$4$ Holy Writ, 141:03,116[B ]| And text Apocryphal if he think fit: 141:03,117[B ]| Let arrant Legends, worst of Tales and Lies, 141:03,118[B ]| Falser than Capgraves and Voragines, 141:03,119[B ]| Than Quixot, Rablais, Amadis*de*Gaul, 141:03,120[B ]| If signed with Sacred Lead, and Fisher's Seal, 141:03,121[B ]| Be thought Authentic and Canonical. 141:03,122[B ]| Again, if he ordain it in$4$ his Decrees, 141:03,123[B ]| Let very Gospel for$4$ mere Fable pass: 141:03,124[B ]| Let Right be Wrong, Black White, and Virtue Vice, 141:03,125[B ]| No$2$ Sun, no$2$ Moon, nor no$2$ Antipodes: 141:03,126[B ]| Forswear your Reason, Conscience, and your Creed, 141:03,127[B ]| Your very Sense, and Euclid, if he bid. 141:03,128[B ]| Let it be held less heinous, less amiss, 141:03,129[B ]| To$9$ break all God's Commands, than one of his: 141:03,130[B ]| When his great missions call, without delay, 141:03,131[B ]| Without reluctance readily Obey, 141:03,132[B ]| Nor let your Inmost Wishes dare gainsay: 141:03,133[B ]| Should he to$4$ Bantam, or Japan command, 141:03,134[B ]| Or farthest Bounds of Southern unknown Land, 141:03,135[B ]| Farther than Avarice its Vassals drives, 141:03,136[B ]| Through Rocks and Dangers, loss of Blood and Lives; 141:03,137[B ]| Like$4$ great Xavier's be your Obedience shown, 141:03,138[B ]| Outstrip his Courage, Glory, and Renown; 141:03,139[B ]| Whom neither yawning Gulfs of deep Despair, 141:03,140[B ]| Nor scorching Heats of Burning Line could scare: 141:03,141[B ]| Whom Seas nor Storms, nor Wrecks could make refrain 141:03,142[B ]| From propagating Holy Faith and Gain. 141:03,143[B ]| If he but nod Commissions out to$9$ kill, 141:03,144[B ]| But beckon Lives of Heretics to$9$ spill; 141:03,145[B ]| Let the Inquisition rage, fresh Cruelties 141:03,146[B ]| Make the dire Engines groan with tortured Cries: 141:03,147[B ]| Let Campo*Flori every Day be strowed 141:03,148[B ]| With the warm Ashes of the Lutheran Brood: 141:03,149[B ]| Repeat again Bohemian Slaughters over, 141:03,150[B ]| And Piedmont Vallies drown with floating gore: 141:03,151[B ]| Swifter than Murdering Angels, when they fly 141:03,152[B ]| On$4$ Errands of avenging Destiny. 141:03,153[B ]| Fiercer than Storms let loose, with eager haste, 141:03,154[B ]| Lay Cities, Countries, Realms, whole Nature waste. 141:03,155[B ]| Sack, ravish, burn, destroy, slay, massacre, 141:03,156[B ]| Till the same Grave their Lives and Names inter. 141:03,157[B ]| These are the Rights to$4$ our great Mufty due, 141:03,158[B ]| The sworn Allegience of your Sacred Vow: 141:03,159[B ]| What else we in$4$ our Votaries require, 141:03,160[B ]| What other Gifts next follows to$9$ enquire. 141:03,161[B ]| And first it will$1$ our great Advice befit, 141:03,162[B ]| What Soldiers to$4$ your Lists you ought admit, 141:03,163[B ]| To$4$ Natives of the Church and Faith, like$4$ you, 141:03,164[B ]| The foremost rank of Choice is justly due 141:03,165[B ]| Amongst whom the chiefest place assign to$4$ those, 141:03,166[B ]| Whose Zeal has mostly Signalized the Cause. 141:03,167[B ]| But let not Entrance be to$4$ them denied, 141:03,168[B ]| Whoever shall desert the adverse Side: 141:03,169[B ]| Omit no$2$ Promises of Wealth and Power, 141:03,170[B ]| That$6#1$ may inveigled Hereticks allure: 141:03,171[B ]| Those whom great learning, parts, or wit renowns 141:03,172[B ]| Cajole with Hopes of Honours, Scarlet Gowns, 141:03,173[B ]| Provincialships, and Palls, and Triple Crowns. 141:03,174[B ]| This must a Rector, that$6#2$ a Provost be, 141:03,175[B ]| A third succeed to$4$ the next Abbacy: 141:03,176[B ]| Some Princes' Tutors, others Confessors 141:03,177[B ]| To$4$ Dukes, and Kings, and Queens, and Emperors: 141:03,178[B ]| These are strong Arguments, which$6#1$ seldom fail, 141:03,179[B ]| Which$6#1$ more than all your weak disputes prevail. 141:03,180[B ]| Exclude not those of less desert, decree 141:03,181[B ]| To$4$ all Revolters your Foundation free: 141:03,182[B ]| To$4$ all whom Gaming, Drunkenness, or Lust 141:03,183[B ]| To$4$ Need and Popery shall have reduced: 141:03,184[B ]| To$4$ all, whom slighted Love, Ambition crossed, 141:03,185[B ]| Hopes often bilked, and Sought Preferment lost, 141:03,186[B ]| Whom Pride, or discontent, Revenge or Spite, 141:03,187[B ]| Fear, Frenzy, or Despair shall Proselite: 141:03,188[B ]| These Powerful Motives, which$6#1$ the most bring in$5$, 141:03,189[B ]| Most Converts to$4$ our Church and Order win. 141:03,190[B ]| Reject not those, whom Guilt and Crimes at home 141:03,191[B ]| Have made to$4$ us for$4$ Sanctuary come: 141:03,192[B ]| Let Sinners of each Hue, and Size, and Kind 141:03,193[B ]| Here quick admittance, and safe Refuge find: 141:03,194[B ]| Be they from Justice of their Country fled 141:03,195[B ]| With Blood of Murders, Rapes, and Treasons dyed: 141:03,196[B ]| No$2$ Varlet, Rogue, or Miscreant refuse, 141:03,197[B ]| From Galleys, Jails, or Hell itself Broke loose. 141:03,198[B ]| By$4$ this you shall in$4$ Strength and Numbers grow 141:03,199[B ]| And shoals each day to$4$ your thronged Cloisters flow: 141:03,200[B ]| So$3$ Rome's and Mecca's first great Founders did, 141:03,201[B ]| By$4$ such wise Methods made their Churches spread. 141:03,202[B ]| When shaven Crown, and hallowed Girdle's Power 141:03,203[B ]| Has dubbed him Saint, that$6#1$ Villain was before; 141:03,204[B ]| Entered, let it his first Endeavour be 141:03,205[B ]| To$9$ shake off all Remains of Modesty, 141:03,206[B ]| Dull sneaking Modesty, not more unfit 141:03,207[B ]| For$4$ needy flattering Poets, when they write, 141:03,208[B ]| Or trading Punks, than for$4$ a Jesuit: 141:03,209[B ]| If any Novice feel at first a blush, 141:03,210[B ]| Let Wine, and frequent converse with the Stews 141:03,211[B ]| Reform the Fop, and shame it out of Use, 141:03,212[B ]| Unteach the puling Folly by$4$ Degrees, 141:03,213[B ]| And train him to$4$ a well-bred Shamelessness. 141:03,214[B ]| Get that$6#2$ great Gift and Talent, Impudence, 141:03,215[B ]| Accomplished Mankind's highest Excellence: 141:03,216[B ]| It is that$6#2$ alone prefers, alone makes great, 141:03,217[B ]| Confers alone Wealth, Titles, and Estate: 141:03,218[B ]| Gains Place at Court, can make a Fool a Peer, 141:03,219[B ]| An Ass a Bishop, can vilest Blockheads rear 141:03,220[B ]| To$9$ wear Red Hats, and sit in$4$ Porphyry Chair. 141:03,221[B ]| It is Learning, Parts, and Skill, and Wit, and Sense, 141:03,222[B ]| Worth, Merit, Honour, Virtue, Innocence. 141:03,223[B ]| Next for$4$ Religion, learn what is fit to$9$ take, 141:03,224[B ]| How small a Dram does the just Compound make. 141:03,225[B ]| As much as is by$4$ Crafty States-men worn 141:03,226[B ]| For$4$ Fashion only, or to$9$ serve a turn: 141:03,227[B ]| To$4$ bigot Fools its idle Practice leave, 141:03,228[B ]| Think it enough the empty Form to$9$ have: 141:03,229[B ]| The outward Show is seemly, cheap and light, 141:03,230[B ]| The Substance Cumbersome, of Cost and Weight: 141:03,231[B ]| The Rabble judge by$4$ what appears to$4$ the Eye, 141:03,232[B ]| None, or but few the Thoughts within descry. 141:03,233[B ]| Make it you an Engine to$4$ ambitious Power 141:03,234[B ]| To$9$ stalk behind, and hit your Mark more sure: 141:03,235[B ]| A Cloak to$9$ cover well-hid Knavery, 141:03,236[B ]| Like$4$ it when used, to$9$ be with ease thrown by$5$: 141:03,237[B ]| A shifting Card, by$4$ which$6#1$ your Course to$9$ steer, 141:03,238[B ]| And taught with every changing Wind to$9$ veer. 141:03,239[B ]| Let no$2$ nice, holy Conscientious Ass 141:03,240[B ]| Amongst your better Company find place, 141:03,241[B ]| Me and your great Foundation to$9$ disgrace: 141:03,242[B ]| Let Truth be banished, ragged Virtue fly, 141:03,243[B ]| And poor unprofitable Honesty; 141:03,244[B ]| Weak Idols, who$6#1$ their wretched Slaves betray; 141:03,245[B ]| To$4$ every Rook, and every Knave a Prey: 141:03,246[B ]| These lie remote and wide from Interest, 141:03,247[B ]| Farther than Heaven from Hell, or East from West, 141:03,248[B ]| Far as they ever were distant from this breast. 141:03,249[B ]| Think not yourselves to$4$ Austerities confined, 141:03,250[B ]| Or those strict Rules, which$6#1$ other Orders bind: 141:03,251[B ]| To$4$ Capuchins, Carthusians, Cordeliers 141:03,252[B ]| Leave Penance, meagre abstinence, and Prayers: 141:03,253[B ]| In$4$ lousy rags let begging Friars lie, 141:03,254[B ]| Content on$4$ straw, or Boards to$9$ mortify: 141:03,255[B ]| Let them with Sackcloth discipline their Skins, 141:03,256[B ]| And scourge them for$4$ their madness and their Sins: 141:03,257[B ]| Let pining Anchorets in$4$ Grotto's starve, 141:03,258[B ]| Who$6#1$ from the Liberties of Nature swerve: 141:03,259[B ]| Who$6#1$ make it their chief Religion not to$9$ eat, 141:03,260[B ]| And place it in$4$ nastiness and want of Meat: 141:03,261[B ]| Live you in$4$ Luxury and pampered Ease, 141:03,262[B ]| As if whole Nature were your Cateress. 141:03,263[B ]| Soft be your Beds, as those, which$6#1$ Monarch's Whores 141:03,264[B ]| Lie on$4$, or Gouts of Bed-rid Emperors: 141:03,265[B ]| Your Wardrobes stored with choice of Suits, more Dear 141:03,266[B ]| Than Cardinals on$4$ high Processions wear: 141:03,267[B ]| With Dainties load your Board, whose every Dish, 141:03,268[B ]| May tempt cloyed Gluttons, or Vitellius' Wish, 141:03,269[B ]| Each fit a longing Queen: let richest Wines 141:03,270[B ]| With Mirth your Heads Inflame, with Lust your Veins: 141:03,271[B ]| Such as the Friends of Dying Popes would give 141:03,272[B ]| For$4$ Cordials to$9$ prolong their gasping Life. 141:03,273[B ]| Never let the Nazarene, whose Badge and Name 141:03,274[B ]| You wear, upbraid you with a Conscious Shame: 141:03,275[B ]| Leave him his slighted Homilies and Rules, 141:03,276[B ]| To$9$ stuff the Squabbles of the wrangling Schools: 141:03,277[B ]| Disdain that$3$ he and the poor angling Tribe, 141:03,278[B ]| Should Laws and Government to$4$ you prescribe: 141:03,279[B ]| Let none of those good Fools your Patterns make; 141:03,280[B ]| Instead of them, the mighty Judas take. 141:03,281[B ]| Renowned Iscariot, fit alone to$9$ be 141:03,282[B ]| The Example of our great Society: 141:03,283[B ]| Whose daring Guilt despised the common Road, 141:03,284[B ]| And scorned to$9$ stoop at Sin beneath a God. 141:03,285[B ]| And now it is time I should Instructions give, 141:03,286[B ]| What Wiles and Cheats the Rabble best deceive: 141:03,287[B ]| Each Age and Sex their Different Passions wear, 141:03,288[B ]| To$9$ suit with which$6#1$ requires a prudent Care: 141:03,289[B ]| Youth is Capricious, Headstrong, Fickle, Vain, 141:03,290[B ]| Given to$4$ Lawless Pleasure, Age to$9$ gain: 141:03,291[B ]| Old Wives in$4$ Superstition over-grown, 141:03,292[B ]| With Chimney Tales and Stories best are won: 141:03,293[B ]| It is no$2$ mean Talent rightly to$9$ descry, 141:03,294[B ]| What several Baits to$4$ each you ought apply. 141:03,295[B ]| The Credulous, and easy of Belief, 141:03,296[B ]| With Miracles, and well framed Lies deceive. 141:03,297[B ]| Empty whole Surius, and the Talmud drain, 141:03,298[B ]| Saint*Francis' and Saint*Mahomet's Alcoran: 141:03,299[B ]| Sooner shall Popes and Cardinals want Pride, 141:03,300[B ]| Than you a Stock of Lies and Legends need. 141:03,301[B ]| Tell how blest Virgin to$9$ come down was seen, 141:03,302[B ]| Like$4$ Play-House Punk descending in$4$ Machine: 141:03,303[B ]| How she writ Billets*Doux, and Love-Discourse, 141:03,304[B ]| Made Assignations, Visits, and Amours: 141:03,305[B ]| How Hosts distressed, her Smock for$4$ Banner bore, 141:03,306[B ]| Which$6#1$ vanquished Foes, and murdered at twelve Score. 141:03,307[B ]| Relate how Fish in$4$ Conventicles met, 141:03,308[B ]| And Mackerel were with Bait of Doctrine caught: 141:03,309[B ]| How Cattle have Judicious Hearers been, 141:03,310[B ]| And Stones pathetically cried Amen: 141:03,311[B ]| How consecrated Hive with Bells was hung, 141:03,312[B ]| And Bees kept Mass, and Holy Anthems Sung: 141:03,313[B ]| How Pigs to$4$ the Rosary kneeled, and sheep were taught 141:03,314[B ]| To$9$ bleat te*Deum and Magnificat: 141:03,315[B ]| How Fly-Flap of Church-Censure, Houses rid 141:03,316[B ]| Of Insects, which$6#1$ at Curse of Friar died: 141:03,317[B ]| How travelling Saint, well mounted on$4$ a Switch, 141:03,318[B ]| Rid Journies through the Air, like$4$ Lapland Witch: 141:03,319[B ]| And ferrying Cowls Religious Pilgrims bore 141:03,320[B ]| Over waves without the help of Sail or Oar. 141:03,321[B ]| Nor let Xavier's great Wonders pass concealed, 141:03,322[B ]| How Storms were by$4$ the Almighty Wafer quelled; 141:03,323[B ]| How zealous Crab the sacred Image bore, 141:03,324[B ]| And Swam a Catholic to$4$ the distant Shore. 141:03,325[B ]| With Shams like$4$ these, the giddy Rout mislead, 141:03,326[B ]| Their Folly and their Superstition feed. 141:03,327[B ]| It was found a good and gainful Art of Old 141:03,328[B ]| (And much it did our Church's Power uphold) 141:03,329[B ]| To$9$ feign Hobgoblins, elves and walking Sprites, 141:03,330[B ]| And Fairies dancing Salenger a*Nights: 141:03,331[B ]| White Sheets for$4$ Ghosts, and Will-a-wisps have past 141:03,332[B ]| For$4$ Souls in$4$ Purgatory unreleased: 141:03,333[B ]| And Crabs in$4$ Church-Yards crawled in$4$ Masquerade, 141:03,334[B ]| To$9$ cheat the Parish, and have Masses said. 141:03,335[B ]| By$4$ this our Ancestors in$4$ happier Days, 141:03,336[B ]| Did store of Credit and Advantage raise: 141:03,337[B ]| But now the Trade is fallen, decayed and Dead, 141:03,338[B ]| Ever since contagious Knowledge has over-spread: 141:03,339[B ]| With Scorn the grinning Rabble now hear tell 141:03,340[B ]| Of Hecla, Patrick's hole, and Mongibel; 141:03,341[B ]| Believed no$2$ more than Tales of Troy, unless 141:03,342[B ]| In$4$ Countries drowned in$4$ Ignorance like$4$ this. 141:03,343[B ]| Henceforth be wary how such things you feign, 141:03,344[B ]| Except it be beyond the Cape, or Line: 141:03,345[B ]| Except at Mexico, Brazile, Peru, 141:03,346[B ]| At the Molucco's, Goa, or Pegu, 141:03,347[B ]| Or any distant or remoter Place, 141:03,348[B ]| Where they may current and unquestioned pass: 141:03,349[B ]| Where never poaching Hereticks resort, 141:03,350[B ]| To$9$ spring the Lie, and make it their Game and Sport. 141:03,351[B ]| But I forget (what should be mentioned most) 141:03,352[B ]| Confession our chief Privilege and Boast: 141:03,353[B ]| That$6#2$ Staple ware which$6#1$ never returns in$4$ vain, 141:03,354[B ]| Never balks the Trader of expected Gain. 141:03,355[B ]| It is this that$6#1$ spies through Court-intrigues and brings 141:03,356[B ]| Admission to$4$ the Cabinets of Kings: 141:03,357[B ]| By$4$ this we keep proud Monarchs at our Becks, 141:03,358[B ]| And make our Foot-stools of their Thrones and Necks: 141:03,359[B ]| Give them Commands, and if they Disobey, 141:03,360[B ]| Betray them to$4$ the Ambitious Heir a Prey: 141:03,361[B ]| Hound the Officious Curs on$4$ Heretics, 141:03,362[B ]| The Vermin which$6#1$ the Church infest and vex: 141:03,363[B ]| And when our turn is served, and Business done, 141:03,364[B ]| Dispatch them for$4$ Reward, as useless grown. 141:03,365[B ]| Nor are these half the Benefits and Gains, 141:03,366[B ]| Which$6#1$ by$4$ wise Managery accrue from thence: 141:03,367[B ]| By$4$ this we unlock the Miser's hoarded Chests, 141:03,368[B ]| And Treasure, though kept close as States-men's Breasts: 141:03,369[B ]| This does rich Widows to$4$ our Nets decoy, 141:03,370[B ]| Lets us their Jointures, and themselves enjoy: 141:03,371[B ]| To$4$ us the Merchant does his Customs bring, 141:03,372[B ]| And pays our Duty though he cheats his King: 141:03,373[B ]| To$4$ us Court-Minister's refund, made great 141:03,374[B ]| By$4$ Robbery and Bank-rupt of the State: 141:03,375[B ]| Ours is the Souldier's Plunder, Padder's Prize, 141:03,376[B ]| Gabels on$4$ Lechery, and the Stews Excise: 141:03,377[B ]| By$4$ this our Colleges in$4$ Riches shine, 141:03,378[B ]| And vie with Becket's and Loretto's Shrine. 141:03,379[B ]| And here I must not grudge a word or two 141:03,380[B ]| (My younger Votaries) of Advice to$4$ you: 141:03,381[B ]| To$4$ you whom Beauty's Charms and generous Fire 141:03,382[B ]| Of boiling youth to$4$ sports of Love inspire: 141:03,383[B ]| This is your Harvest, here secure and cheap 141:03,384[B ]| You may the Fruits of unbought Pleasure reap: 141:03,385[B ]| Riot in$4$ free and uncontrolled Delight, 141:03,386[B ]| Where no$2$ dull Marriage clogs the Appetite. 141:03,387[B ]| Taste every dish of Lust's variety, 141:03,388[B ]| Which$6#1$ Popes, and Scarlet Lechers dearly buy, 141:03,389[B ]| With Bribes and Bishoprics, and Simony. 141:03,390[B ]| But this I ever to$4$ your care commend, 141:03,391[B ]| Be wary how you openly Offend: 141:03,392[B ]| Lest scoffing lewd Buffoons descry our Shame, 141:03,393[B ]| And fix disgrace on$4$ the great Order's fame. 141:03,394[B ]| When the unguarded Maid alone repairs 141:03,395[B ]| To$9$ ease the burthen of her Sins and cares; 141:03,396[B ]| When youth in$4$ each, and privacy conspire 141:03,397[B ]| To$9$ kindle wishes, and befriend desire; 141:03,398[B ]| If she has Practised in$4$ the Trade before, 141:03,399[B ]| (Few else of Proselytes to$4$ us brought over) 141:03,400[B ]| Little of Force, or artifice will$1$ need 141:03,401[B ]| To$9$ make you in$4$ the victory succeed: 141:03,402[B ]| But if some untaught Innocence she be, 141:03,403[B ]| Rude, and unknowing in$4$ the mystery; 141:03,404[B ]| She will$1$ cost more labour to$9$ be made comply. 141:03,405[B ]| Make her by$4$ Pumping understand the sport, 141:03,406[B ]| And undermine with secret trains the Fort. 141:03,407[B ]| Sometimes, as if you would blame her gaudy dress, 141:03,408[B ]| Her Naked Pride, her Jewels, Point, and Lace; 141:03,409[B ]| Find Opportunity her Breasts to$9$ Press: 141:03,410[B ]| Oft feel her Hand, and whisper in$4$ her ear 141:03,411[B ]| You find the secret marks of lewdness there: 141:03,412[B ]| Sometimes with naughty sense her blushes raise, 141:03,413[B ]| And make them guilt, she never knew, confess: 141:03,414@b | "Thus 141:03,414[B ]| (may you say) 141:03,414@b | with such a leering smile, 141:03,415@b | So$5#1$ Languishing a look you hearts beguile: 141:03,416@b | Thus with your foot, hand, eye, you tokens speak, 141:03,417@b | These Signs deny, these Assignations make: 141:03,418@b | Thus it is you clip, with such a fierce embrace 141:03,419@b | You clasp your Lover to$4$ your Breast and Face: 141:03,420@b | Thus are your hungry Lips with Kisses cloyed, 141:03,421@b | Thus is your Hand, and thus your Tongue employed." 141:03,422[B ]| Ply her with talk like$4$ this; and if she incline, 141:03,423[B ]| To$9$ help Devotion give her Aretine 141:03,424[B ]| Instead of the Rosary: never despair, 141:03,425[B ]| She, that$6#1$ to$4$ such discourse will$1$ lend an Ear, 141:03,426[B ]| Though chaster than cold cloistered Nuns she were, 141:03,427[B ]| Will$1$ soon prove soft and pliant to$4$ your use, 141:03,428[B ]| As Strumpets on$4$ the Carnival let loose. 141:03,429[B ]| Credit experience; I have tried them all, 141:03,430[B ]| And never found the unerring methods fail: 141:03,431[B ]| Not Ovid, though it were his chief Mastery, 141:03,432[B ]| Had greater Skill in$4$ these Intrigues, than I: 141:03,433[B ]| Nor Nero's learned Pimp, to$4$ whom we owe 141:03,434[B ]| What choice Records of Lust are extant now. 141:03,435[B ]| This heretofore, when youth, and sprightly Blood 141:03,436[B ]| Ran in$4$ my Veins. I tasted and enjoyed: 141:03,437[B ]| Ah those blest days! ~~ 141:03,437[' ]| (here the old Lecher smiled, 141:03,438[' ]| With sweet remembrance of past pleasure filled) 141:03,439[B ]| But they are gone! Wishes alone remain, 141:03,440[B ]| And Dreams of joy never to$9$ be felt again: 141:03,441[B ]| To$4$ abler Youth I now the Practice leave, 141:03,442[B ]| To$4$ whom this counsel and advice I give. 141:03,443[B ]| But the dear mention of my gayer days 141:03,444[B ]| Has made me farther, than I would, digress: 141:03,445[B ]| It is time we now should in$4$ due Place expound, 141:03,446[B ]| How guilt is after shrift to$9$ be atoned: 141:03,447[B ]| Enjoin no$2$ sour Repentance, Tears and Grief; 141:03,448[B ]| Eyes weep no$2$ cash, and you no$2$ profit give: 141:03,449[B ]| Sins, though of the first rate, must punished be, 141:03,450[B ]| Not by$4$ their own, but the Actor's Quality: 141:03,451[B ]| The Poor, whose purse can not the Penance bear, 141:03,452[B ]| Let whipping serve, bare feet, and shirts of hair: 141:03,453[B ]| The richer Fools to$4$ Compostella send, 141:03,454[B ]| To$4$ Rome, Monserrat, or the Holy Land: 141:03,455[B ]| Let Pardons, and the Indulgence-Office drain 141:03,456[B ]| Their Coffers, and enrich the Pope's with gain: 141:03,457[B ]| Make them build Churches, Monasteries found, 141:03,458[B ]| And dear bought Masses for$4$ their crimes compound. 141:03,459[B ]| Let Law and Gospel rigid precepts set, 141:03,460[B ]| And make the paths to$4$ Bliss rugged and strait: 141:03,461[B ]| Teach you a smooth and easier way to$9$ gain 141:03,462[B ]| Heaven's joys, yet sweet and useful sin retain: 141:03,463[B ]| With every frailty, every lust comply, 141:03,464[B ]| To$9$ advance your Spiritual Realm and Monarchy: 141:03,465[B ]| Pull up$5$ weak Virtue's fence, give scope and space 141:03,466[B ]| And Purlieus to$4$ out-lying Consciences: 141:03,467[B ]| Shew that$3$ the Needle's eye may stretch, and how 141:03,468[B ]| The largest Camel-vices may go through. 141:03,469[B ]| Teach how the Priest Pluralities may buy, 141:03,470[B ]| Yet fear no$2$ odious Sin of Simony, 141:03,471[B ]| While Thoughts and Ducats well directed be: 141:03,472[B ]| Let Whores adorn his exemplary life, 141:03,473[B ]| But no$2$ lewd heinous Wife a Scandal give. 141:03,474[B ]| Sooth up$5$ the gaudy Atheist, who$6#1$ maintains 141:03,475[B ]| No$2$ Law, but Sense, and owns no$2$ God, but Chance. 141:03,476[B ]| Bid Thieves rob on$5$, the Boisterous Ruffian tell, 141:03,477[B ]| He may for$4$ Hire, Revenge, or Honour kill: 141:03,478[B ]| Bid Strumpets persevere, absolve them too, 141:03,479[B ]| And take their dues in$4$ kind for$4$ what you do: 141:03,480[B ]| Exhort the painful and Industrious Bawd 141:03,481[B ]| To$4$ Diligence and Labour in$4$ her Trade: 141:03,482[B ]| Nor think her innocent Vocation ill, 141:03,483[B ]| Whose income does the sacred Treasure fill: 141:03,484[B ]| Let Griping Usurers Extortion use, 141:03,485[B ]| No$2$ Rapine, Falsehood, Perjury refuse, 141:03,486[B ]| Stick at no$2$ Crime, which$6#1$ covetous Popes would scarce 141:03,487[B ]| Act to$9$ enrich themselves and Bastard-Heirs: 141:03,488[B ]| A small Bequest to$4$ the Church can all atone, 141:03,489[B ]| Wipes off all scores, and Heaven and all is their own. 141:03,490[B ]| Be these your Doctrines, these the Truths you preach, 141:03,491[B ]| But no$2$ forbidden Bible come in$4$ reach, 141:03,492[B ]| Your cheats and Artifices to$9$ impeach; 141:03,493[B ]| Lest thence lay-Fools Pernicious knowledge get, 141:03,494[B ]| Throw off Obedience, and your Laws forget: 141:03,495[B ]| Make them believe it a spell more dreadful far 141:03,496[B ]| Than Bacon, Haly, or Albumazar. 141:03,497[B ]| Happy the time, when the unpretending Crowd 141:03,498[B ]| No$2$ more, than I, its Language understood. 141:03,499[B ]| When the worm-eaten Book, linked to$4$ a chain, 141:03,500[B ]| In$4$ dust lay moulding in$4$ the Vatican; 141:03,501[B ]| Despised, neglected, and forgot, to$4$ none, 141:03,502[B ]| But poring Rabbies, or the Sorbon known: 141:03,503[B ]| Then in$4$ full power our Sovereign Prelate swayed, 141:03,504[B ]| By$4$ Kings and all the Rabble-World Obeyed: 141:03,505[B ]| Here humble Monarch at his feet kneeled down, 141:03,506[B ]| And begged the Alms and Charity of a Crown: 141:03,507[B ]| There, when in$4$ Solemn State he pleased to$9$ ride, 141:03,508[B ]| Poor Sceptred slaves ran Henchboys by$4$ his side: 141:03,509[B ]| None, though in$4$ thought, his Grandeur durst Blaspheme, 141:03,510[B ]| Nor in$4$ their very sleep a Treason Dream. 141:03,511[B ]| But since the broaching that$6#2$ mischievous Piece, 141:03,512[B ]| Each Alderman a Father*Lumbard is: 141:03,513[B ]| And every Cit dares impudently know 141:03,514[B ]| More than a Council, Pope, and Conclave too. 141:03,515[B ]| Hence the late Damned Friar, and all the crew 141:03,516[B ]| Of former Crawling Sects their poison drew: 141:03,517[B ]| Hence all the Troubles, Plagues, Rebellions breed, 141:03,518[B ]| We have felt, or feel, or may hereafter dread: 141:03,519[B ]| Wherefore enjoin, that$3$ no$2$ Lay-coxcomb dare 141:03,520[B ]| About him that$6#2$ unlawful Weapon wear; 141:03,521[B ]| But charge him chiefly not to$9$ touch at all 141:03,522[B ]| The dangerous Works of that$6#2$ old lollard, Paul; 141:03,523[B ]| That$6#2$ arrant Wickliffist, from whom our Foes 141:03,524[B ]| Take all their Batteries to$9$ attack our Cause; 141:03,525[B ]| Would he in$4$ his first years had Martyred been, 141:03,526[B ]| Never Damascus nor the Vision seen; 141:03,527[B ]| Then he our Party was, stout, vigorous, 141:03,528[B ]| And fierce in$4$ chase of Heretics like$4$ us: 141:03,529[B ]| Till he at length by$4$ the Enemies seduced, 141:03,530[B ]| Forsook us, and the hostile side espoused. 141:03,531[B ]| Had not the mighty Julian missed his aims, 141:03,532[B ]| These holy Shreds had all consumed in$4$ flames: 141:03,533[B ]| But since the immortal Lumber still endures, 141:03,534[B ]| In$4$ spite of all his industry and ours; 141:03,535[B ]| Take care at least it may not come abroad, 141:03,536[B ]| To$9$ taint with catching Heresy the Crowd: 141:03,537[B ]| Let them be still kept low in$4$ sense, they will$1$ pay 141:03,538[B ]| The more respect, more readily obey. 141:03,539[B ]| Pray that$3$ kind Heaven would on$4$ their hearts dispense 141:03,540[B ]| A bounteous and abundant Ignorance, 141:03,541[B ]| That$3$ they may never swerve, nor turn awry 141:03,542[B ]| From sound and orthodox Stupidity. 141:03,543[B ]| But these are obvious things, easy to$9$ know, 141:03,544[B ]| Common to$4$ every Monk as well as you: 141:03,545[B ]| Greater Affairs and more important wait 141:03,546[B ]| To$9$ be discussed, and call for$4$ our debate: 141:03,547[B ]| Matters that$6#1$ depth require, and well befit 141:03,548[B ]| The Address and Conduct of a Jesuit. 141:03,549[B ]| How Kingdoms are embroiled, what shakes a Throne, 141:03,550[B ]| How the first seeds of Discontent are sown 141:03,551[B ]| To$9$ spring up$5$ in$4$ Rebellion; how are set 141:03,552[B ]| The secret snares that$6#1$ circumvent a State: 141:03,553[B ]| How bubbled Monarchs are at first beguiled, 141:03,554[B ]| Trepanned and gulled, at last deposed and killed. 141:03,555[B ]| When some proud Prince, a Rebel to$4$ our Head, 141:03,556[B ]| For$4$ disbelieving Holy Church's Creed 141:03,557[B ]| And Peter-pence is Heretic decreed; 141:03,558[B ]| And by$4$ a solemn and unquestioned Power 141:03,559[B ]| To$4$ Death, and Hell, and You, delivered over: 141:03,560[B ]| Chuse first some dexterous Rogue well tried and known, 141:03,561[B ]| (Such by$4$ Confession your Familiars grown;) 141:03,562[B ]| Let him by$4$ Art and Nature fitted be 141:03,563[B ]| For$4$ any great and gallant Villainy, 141:03,564[B ]| Practised in$4$ every Sin, each kind of Vice, 141:03,565[B ]| Which$6#1$ deepest Casuists in$4$ their searches miss, 141:03,566[B ]| Watchful as Jealousy, wary as Fear, 141:03,567[B ]| Fiercer than Lust, and bolder than Despair, 141:03,568[B ]| But close as plotting Fiends in$4$ Council are. 141:03,569[B ]| To$4$ him in$4$ firmest Oaths of Silence bound, 141:03,570[B ]| The worth and merit of the Deed propound: 141:03,571[B ]| Tell of whole Reams of Pardon new come over, 141:03,572[B ]| Indies of Gold, and Blessings endless store: 141:03,573[B ]| Choice of Preferments, if he overcome, 141:03,574[B ]| And if he fail, undoubted Martyrdom: 141:03,575[B ]| And Bills for$4$ Sums in$4$ Heaven, to$9$ be drawn 141:03,576[B ]| On$4$ Factors there, and at first sight paid down. 141:03,577[B ]| With Arts and Promises like$4$ these allure, 141:03,578[B ]| And make him to$4$ your great design secure. 141:03,579[B ]| And here to$9$ know the sundry ways to$9$ kill, 141:03,580[B ]| Is worth the Genius of a Machiavel: 141:03,581[B ]| Dull Northern Brains in$4$ these deep Arts unbred, 141:03,582[B ]| Know nought but how to$9$ cut Throats or knock on$4$ the Head. 141:03,583[B ]| No$2$ slight of Murder of the subtlest shape, 141:03,584[B ]| Your busy search and observation escape: 141:03,585[B ]| Legerdemain of Killing, that$6#1$ dives in$5$, 141:03,586[B ]| And juggling steals away a Life unseen: 141:03,587[B ]| How gaudy Fate may be in$4$ Presents sent, 141:03,588[B ]| And creep insensibly by$4$ Touch or Scent: 141:03,589[B ]| How Ribands, Gloves, or Saddle Pomel may 141:03,590[B ]| An unperceived but certain Death convey; 141:03,591[B ]| Above the reach of Antidotes, above the power 141:03,592[B ]| Of the famed Pontic Mountebank to$9$ cure. 141:03,593[B ]| Whatever is known to$4$ quaint Italian spite, 141:03,594[B ]| In$4$ studied Poisoning skilled and exquisite: 141:03,595[B ]| Whatever great Borgia or his Sire could boast, 141:03,596[B ]| Which$6#1$ the Expense of half the the Conclave cost. 141:03,597[B ]| Thus may the business be in$4$ secret done, 141:03,598[B ]| Nor Authors nor the Accessories known, 141:03,599[B ]| And the slurred guilt with ease on$4$ others thrown. 141:03,600[B ]| But if ill Fortune should your Plot betray, 141:03,601[B ]| And leave you to$4$ the rage of Foes a prey; 141:03,602[B ]| Let none his Crime by$4$ weak confession own, 141:03,603[B ]| Nor shame the Church, while he would himself atone. 141:03,604[B ]| Let varnished Guile and feigned Hypocrisies, 141:03,605[B ]| Pretended Holiness and useful Lies, 141:03,606[B ]| Your well-dissembled Villainy disguise. 141:03,607[B ]| A thousand wily Turns and Doubles try, 141:03,608[B ]| To$9$ foil the Scent, and to$9$ divert the Cry: 141:03,609[B ]| Cog, sham, outface, deny, equivocate, 141:03,610[B ]| Into a thousand shapes yourselves translate: 141:03,611[B ]| Remember what the crafty Spartan taught, 141:03,612@z | "Children with Rattles, Men with Oaths are caught:" 141:03,613[B ]| Forswear upon$4$ the Rack, and if you fall, 141:03,614[B ]| Let this great comfort make amends for$4$ all, 141:03,615[B ]| Those whom they damn for$4$ Rogues next Age shall see 141:03,616[B ]| Made Advocates in$4$ the Church's Litany. 141:03,617[B ]| Whoever with bold Tongue or Pen shall dare 141:03,618[B ]| Against your Arts and Practices declare; 141:03,619[B ]| What Fool shall ever presumptuously oppose, 141:03,620[B ]| Your holy Cheats and godly Frauds disclose; 141:03,621[B ]| Pronounce him Heretic, Firebrand of Hell, 141:03,622[B ]| Turk, Jew, Fiend, Miscreant, Pagan, Infidel; 141:03,623[B ]| A thousand blacker Names, worse Calumnies, 141:03,624[B ]| All Wit can think, and pregnant Spite devise: 141:03,625[B ]| Strike home, gash deep, no$2$ Lies nor slanders spare; 141:03,626[B ]| A Wound though cured, yet leaves behind a Scar. 141:03,627[B ]| Those whom your Wit and Reason can not decry, 141:03,628[B ]| Make scandalous with Loads of Infamy: 141:03,629[B ]| Make Luther Monster, by$4$ a Fiend begot, 141:03,630[B ]| Brought forth with Wings, and Tail, and Cloven Foot: 141:03,631[B ]| Make Whoredom, Incest, worst of vice and shame, 141:03,632[B ]| Pollute and foul his Manners, Life and Name. 141:03,633[B ]| Tell how strange Storms ushered his fatal end, 141:03,634[B ]| And Hell's black Troops did for$4$ his Soul contend. 141:03,635[B ]| Much more I had to$9$ say, but now grow faint, 141:03,636[B ]| And strength and Spirits for$4$ the Subject want: 141:03,637[B ]| Be these great Mysteries I here unfold, 141:03,638[B ]| Amongst your Order's Institutes enrolled: 141:03,639[B ]| Preserve them sacred, close, and unrevealed; 141:03,640[B ]| As ancient Rome her Sybils' Books concealed. 141:03,641[B ]| Let no$2$ bold Heretic with saucy eye 141:03,642[B ]| Into the hidden unseen Archives pry; 141:03,643[B ]| Lest the malicious flouting Rascals turn 141:03,644[B ]| Our Church to$4$ Laughter, Raillery, and Scorn. 141:03,645[B ]| Let never Rack or Torture, Pain or Fear, 141:03,646[B ]| From your firm Breasts the important Secrets tear. 141:03,647[B ]| If any treacherous Brother of your own 141:03,648[B ]| Shall to$4$ the World divulge and make them known, 141:03,649[B ]| Let him by$4$ worst of Deaths his Guilt atone. 141:03,650[B ]| Should but his Thoughts or Dreams suspected be, 141:03,651[B ]| Let him for$4$ safety and prevention die, 141:03,652[B ]| And learn in$4$ the Grave the Art of Secrecy. 141:03,653[B ]| But one thing more, and then with joy I go, 141:03,654[B ]| Nor ask a longer stay of Fate below: 141:03,655[B ]| Give me again once more your plighted Faith, 141:03,656[B ]| And let each seal it with his Dying Breath: 141:03,657[B ]| As the great Carthaginian heretofore 141:03,658[B ]| The bloody reeking Altar touched, and swore 141:03,659[B ]| Eternal Enmity to$4$ the Roman Power: 141:03,660[B ]| Swear you (and let the Fates confirm the same) 141:03,661[B ]| An endless Hatred to$4$ the Lutheran Name: 141:03,662[B ]| Vow never to$9$ admit or League, or Peace, 141:03,663[B ]| Or Truce, or Commerce with the cursed Race: 141:03,664[B ]| Now through all Age, when Time or place soever 141:03,665[B ]| Shall give you power, wage an immortal War: 141:03,666[B ]| Like$4$ Theban Feuds let yours yourselves survive, 141:03,667[B ]| And in$4$ your very Dust and Ashes live. 141:03,668[B ]| Like$4$ mine, be your last Gasp their Curse ~~ 141:03,668[' ]| At this 141:03,669[' ]| They kneel, and all the Sacred Volume kiss; 141:03,670[' ]| Vowing to$9$ send each year an Hecatomb 141:03,671[' ]| Of Huguenots an Offering to$4$ his Tomb. 141:03,672[' ]| In$4$ vain he would continue ~~ Abrupt Death 141:03,673[' ]| A Period puts, and stops his impious Breath: 141:03,674[' ]| In$4$ broken Accents he is scarce allowed 141:03,675[' ]| To$9$ falter out his Blessing on$4$ the Crowd. 141:03,676[' ]| Amen is echoed by$4$ Infernal Howl, 141:03,677[' ]| And scrambling Spirits seize his parting Soul. 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. 141:07,000@@@@@| 141:07,000[' ]| 141:07,000[' ]| 141:07,000[' ]| 141:07,000[' ]| 141:07,000[' ]| 141:07,000[' ]| 141:07,000[' ]| 141:07,000[' ]| < ~~ Modumque> 141:07,000[' ]| 141:07,001[' ]| You heedless Maids, whose young and tender hearts 141:07,002[' ]| Unwounded yet, have escaped the fatal darts; 141:07,003[' ]| Let the sad tale of wretched Byblis move, 141:07,004[' ]| And learn by$4$ her to$9$ shun forbidden Love. 141:07,005[' ]| Not all the plenty, all the bright resort 141:07,006[' ]| Of gallant Youth, that$6#1$ graced the Carian Court, 141:07,007[' ]| Could charm the haughty Nymph's disdainful heart, 141:07,008[' ]| Or from a Brother's guilty Love divert; 141:07,009[' ]| Caunus she loved, not as a Sister ought, 141:07,010[' ]| But Honour, Shame and Blood alike forgot: 141:07,011[' ]| Caunus alone takes up$5$ her Thoughts and Eyes, 141:07,012[' ]| For$4$ him alone she wishes, grieves and sighs. 141:07,013[' ]| At first her new-born Passion owns no$2$ name, 141:07,014[' ]| A glimmering Spark scarce kindling into flame; 141:07,015[' ]| She thinks it no$2$ offence, if from his Lip 141:07,016[' ]| She snatch an harmless bliss, if her fond clip 141:07,017[' ]| With loose embraces oft his Neck surround, 141:07,018[' ]| And Love is yet in$4$ debts of Nature drowned. 141:07,019[' ]| But Love at length grows naughty by$4$ degrees, 141:07,020[' ]| And now she likes, and strives herself to$9$ please: 141:07,021[' ]| Well-dressed she comes and arms her Eyes with darts, 141:07,022[' ]| Her Smiles with charms and all the studied arts, 141:07,023[' ]| Which$6#1$ practised Love can teach to$9$ vanquish hearts. 141:07,024[' ]| Industrious now she labours to$9$ be fair, 141:07,025[' ]| And envies all whoever fairer are. 141:07,026[' ]| Yet knows she not, she loves, but still does grow, 141:07,027[' ]| Insensibly that$6#2$ thing she does not know: 141:07,028[' ]| Strict honour yet her checked desires does bind, 141:07,029[' ]| And modest thoughts on$4$ this side wish confined: 141:07,030[' ]| Only within she soothes her pleasing flames, 141:07,031[' ]| And now the hated terms of Blood disclaims: 141:07,032[' ]| Brother sounds harsh; she the unpleasing word 141:07,033[' ]| Strives to$9$ forget and oftener calls him Lord: 141:07,034[' ]| And when the name of Sister grates her ear, 141:07,035[' ]| Could wish it unsaid, and rather Byblis hear. 141:07,036[' ]| Nor dare she yet with waking Thoughts admit 141:07,037[' ]| A wanton hope: but when returning night 141:07,038[' ]| With Sleep's soft gentle spell her Senses charms, 141:07,039[' ]| Kind Fancy often brings him to$4$ her Arms: 141:07,040[' ]| In$4$ them she oft does the loved Shadow seem 141:07,041[' ]| To$9$ grasp, and joys, yet blushes too in$4$ Dream. 141:07,042[' ]| She wakes, and long in$4$ wonder silent lies, 141:07,043[' ]| And thinks on$4$ her late pleasing Ecstasies: 141:07,044[' ]| Now likes and now abhors her guilty flame, 141:07,045[' ]| By$4$ turns abandoned to$4$ her Love and Shame: 141:07,046[' ]| At length her struggling thoughts an utterance find, 141:07,047[' ]| And vent the wild disorders of her mind. 141:07,048[B ]| "Ah me! 141:07,048[' ]| (she cries) 141:07,048[B ]| kind Heaven avert! what means 141:07,049[B ]| This boding form, that$6#1$ nightly rides my dreams? 141:07,050[B ]| Grant them untrue! why should lewd hope divine? 141:07,051[B ]| Ah! why was this too charming Vision seen? 141:07,052[B ]| It is true, by$4$ the most envious wretch that$6#1$ sees, 141:07,053[B ]| He is owned all fair and lovely, owed a prize 141:07,054[B ]| Worthy the conquest of the brightest eyes: 141:07,055[B ]| A prize that$6#1$ would my highest ambition fill, 141:07,056[B ]| All I could wish; ~~ but he is my Brother still! 141:07,057[B ]| That$6#2$ cruel word forever must disjoin, 141:07,058[B ]| Nor can I hope, but thus, to$9$ have him mine. 141:07,059[B ]| Since then I waking never must possess, 141:07,060[B ]| Let me in$4$ sleep at least enjoy the bliss, 141:07,061[B ]| And sure nice Virtue can not forbid me this: 141:07,062[B ]| Kind sleep does no$2$ malicious spies admit, 141:07,063[B ]| Yet yields a lively semblance of delight: 141:07,064[B ]| Gods! what a scene of joy was that$6#2$! how fast 141:07,065[B ]| I clasped the Vision to$4$ my panting breast! 141:07,066[B ]| With what fierce bounds I sprung to$9$ meet my bliss, 141:07,067[B ]| While my rapt soul flew out in$4$ every kiss! 141:07,068[B ]| Till breathless, faint and softly sunk away, 141:07,069[B ]| I all dissolved in$4$ reeking pleasures lay! 141:07,070[B ]| How sweet is the remembrance yet! though night 141:07,071[B ]| Too hasty fled, drove on$5$ by$4$ envious light. 141:07,072[B ]| O that$3$ we might the Laws of Nature break! 141:07,073[B ]| How well could Caunus me an Husband make! 141:07,074[B ]| How well to$4$ Wife might he his Byblis take! 141:07,075[B ]| Would God! in$4$ all things we had partners been 141:07,076[B ]| Besides our Parents and our fatal Kin: 141:07,077[B ]| Would thou wert nobler, I more meanly born, 141:07,078[B ]| Then guiltless I had despaired and suffered scorn: 141:07,079[B ]| Happy that$6#2$ Maid unknown, whoever shall prove 141:07,080[B ]| So$5#1$ blest, so$5#1$ envied, to$9$ deserve thy love. 141:07,081[B ]| Unhappy me! whom the same womb did join, 141:07,082[B ]| Which$6#1$ now forbids me ever to$9$ be thine: 141:07,083[B ]| Cursed fate! that$3$ we alone in$4$ that$6#2$ agree, 141:07,084[B ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ we ever must divided be. 141:07,085[B ]| And must we be? what meant my Visions then? 141:07,086[B ]| Are they and all their dear presages vain? 141:07,087[B ]| Have dreams no$2$ credit but with easy love? 141:07,088[B ]| Or do they hit sometimes and faithful prove? 141:07,089[B ]| The Gods forbid! yet those whom I invoke, 141:07,090[B ]| Have loved like$4$ me, have their own Sisters took: 141:07,091[B ]| Great Saturn and his greater Off-spring Jove, 141:07,092[B ]| Both stocked their Heaven with incestuous love: 141:07,093[B ]| Gods have their priviledge; why do I strive 141:07,094[B ]| To$9$ strain my hopes to$4$ their Prerogative? 141:07,095[B ]| No$7$, let me banish this forbidden fire, 141:07,096[B ]| Or quench it with my blood, and with it expire: 141:07,097[B ]| Unstained in$4$ honour, and unhurt in$4$ fame, 141:07,098[B ]| Let the same Grave bury my Love and Shame: 141:07,099[B ]| But when at my last hour I gasping lie, 141:07,100[B ]| Let only my kind Murderer be by$5$: 141:07,101[B ]| Let him, while I breath out my soul in$4$ sighs, 141:07,102[B ]| Or gaze it away, look on$5$ with pitying eyes: 141:07,103[B ]| Let him (for$3$ sure he can not deny me this) 141:07,104[B ]| Seal my cold Lips with one dear parting Kiss. 141:07,105[B ]| Besides, it were vain should I alone agree 141:07,106[B ]| To$4$ what another's will$0$ must ratify: 141:07,107[B ]| Could I be so$5#1$ abandoned to$9$ consent, 141:07,108[B ]| What I have passed for$4$ good and innocent, 141:07,109[B ]| He may perhaps as worst of Crimes resent. 141:07,110[B ]| Yet we amongst our race examples find 141:07,111[B ]| Of Brothers, who$6#1$ have been to$4$ Sisters kind: 141:07,112[B ]| Famed Canace could thus successful prove, 141:07,113[B ]| Could crown her wishes in$4$ a Brother's love. 141:07,114[B ]| But whence could I these instances produce? 141:07,115[B ]| How came I witty to$4$ my ruin thus? 141:07,116[B ]| Whither will$1$ this mad frenzy hurry on$5$? 141:07,117[B ]| Hence, hence, you naughty flames, far hence be gone, 141:07,118[B ]| Nor let me ever the shameful Passion own. 141:07,119[B ]| And yet should he address I should forgive, 141:07,120[B ]| I fear, I fear, I should his suit receive: 141:07,121[B ]| Shall therefore I, who$6#1$ could not love disown 141:07,122[B ]| Offered by$4$ him, not mine to$4$ him make known? 141:07,123[B ]| And canst thou speak? can thy bold tongue declare? 141:07,124[B ]| Yes, Love shall force: ~~ and now methinks I dare. 141:07,125[B ]| But lest fond modesty at length refuse, 141:07,126[B ]| I will$1$ some sure and better method chuse: 141:07,127[B ]| A Letter shall my secret flames disclose, 141:07,128[B ]| And hide my Blushes, but reveal their cause. 141:07,129[B ]| This takes, and it is resolved as soon as said, 141:07,130[' ]| With this she raised herself upon$4$ her bed, 141:07,131[' ]| And propping with her hand her leaning head: 141:07,132[B ]| "Happen what will$1$ 141:07,132[' ]| (says she) 141:07,132[B ]| I will$1$ make him know 141:07,133[B ]| What pains, what raging pains I undergo: 141:07,134[B ]| Ah me! I rave! what tempests shake my breast? 141:07,135[B ]| And where? O where will$1$ this distraction rest? 141:07,136[' ]| Trembling her Thoughts indite, and oft her Eye 141:07,137[' ]| Looks back for$4$ fear of conscious spies too nigh: 141:07,138[' ]| One hand her Paper, the other holds her Pen, 141:07,139[' ]| And Tears supply what Ink her Lines must drain. 141:07,140[' ]| Now she begins, now stops, and stopping frames 141:07,141[' ]| New doubts, now writes, and now her Writing damns. 141:07,142[' ]| She writes, defaces, alters, likes and blames: 141:07,143[' ]| Oft throws in$4$ haste her Pen and Paper by$5$, 141:07,144[' ]| Then takes them up$5$ again as hastily: 141:07,145[' ]| Unsteady her resolves, fickle and vain, 141:07,146[' ]| No$2$ sooner made, but strait unmade again: 141:07,147[' ]| What her desires would have she does not know, 141:07,148[' ]| Displeased with all whatever she goes to$9$ do: 141:07,149[' ]| At once contending, shame and hope and fear 141:07,150[' ]| Wreck her tossed mind, and in$4$ her looks appear. 141:07,151[' ]| Sister was wrote; but soon mis-giving doubt 141:07,152[' ]| Recalls it, and the guilty word blots out: 141:07,153[' ]| Again she pauses, and again begins, 141:07,154[' ]| At length her Pen drops out these hasty Lines. 141:07,155[B ]| "Kind health, which$6#1$ you and only you can grant, 141:07,156[B ]| Which$6#1$, if denied, she must forever want; 141:07,157[B ]| To$4$ you your Lover sends: ah! blushing shame 141:07,158[B ]| In$4$ silence bids her Paper hide her name: 141:07,159[B ]| Would God! the fatal message might be done 141:07,160[B ]| Without annexing it, nor Byblis known, 141:07,161[B ]| Before blest success her hopes and wishes crown. 141:07,162[B ]| And now had I my smothered grief concealed, 141:07,163[B ]| It might by$4$ tokens past have been revealed: 141:07,164[B ]| A thousand proofs were ready to$9$ impart 141:07,165[B ]| The inward anguish of my wounded heart: 141:07,166[B ]| Oft, as your sight a sudden blush did raise, 141:07,167[B ]| My blood came up$5$ to$9$ meet you at my face: 141:07,168[B ]| Oft (if you call to$4$ mind) my longing Eyes 141:07,169[B ]| Betrayed in$4$ looks my souls too thin disguise: 141:07,170[B ]| Think how their Tears, think how my heaving Breast 141:07,171[B ]| Oft in$4$ deep sighs some cause unknown confessed: 141:07,172[B ]| Think how these Arms did oft with fierce embrace, 141:07,173[B ]| Eager as my desires, about you press: 141:07,174[B ]| These Lips too (when they could so$5#1$ happy prove, 141:07,175[B ]| Had you but marked) with close warm kisses strove 141:07,176[B ]| To$9$ whisper something more than Sister's love. 141:07,177[B ]| And yet, though rankling grief my mind distressed, 141:07,178[B ]| Though raging flames within burnt up$5$ my breast, 141:07,179[B ]| Long time I did the mighty pain endure, 141:07,180[B ]| Long strove to$9$ bring the fierce disease to$4$ cure: 141:07,181[B ]| Witness ye cruel Powers, who$6#1$ did inspire 141:07,182[B ]| This strange, this fatal, this resistless fire, 141:07,183[B ]| Witness what pains (for$3$ you alone can know) 141:07,184[B ]| This helpless wretch to$9$ quench it did undergo: 141:07,185[B ]| A thousand Racks, and Martyrdoms, and more 141:07,186[B ]| Than a weak Virgin can be thought, I bore: 141:07,187[B ]| Overmatched in$4$ power at last I am forced to$9$ yield, 141:07,188[B ]| And to$4$ the conquering God resign the field: 141:07,189[B ]| To$4$ you, dear cause of all, I make address, 141:07,190[B ]| From you with humble prayers I beg redress: 141:07,191[B ]| You rule alone my arbitrary fate, 141:07,192[B ]| And life and death on$4$ your disposal wait: 141:07,193[B ]| Ordain, as you think fit; deny, or grant, 141:07,194[B ]| Yet know no$2$ stranger is your suppliant; 141:07,195[B ]| But she, who$6#1$, though to$4$ you by$4$ Blood allied 141:07,196[B ]| In$4$ nearest bonds, in$4$ nearer would be tied. 141:07,197[B ]| Let doting age debate of Law and Right, 141:07,198[B ]| And gravely state the bounds of just and fit; 141:07,199[B ]| Whose wisdom is but their envy, to$9$ destroy 141:07,200[B ]| And bar those pleasures which$6#1$ they can not enjoy: 141:07,201[B ]| Our blooming years, more sprightly and more gay, 141:07,202[B ]| By$4$ Nature were designed for$4$ love and play: 141:07,203[B ]| Youth knows no$2$ check, but leaps weak Virtue's fence, 141:07,204[B ]| And briskly hunts the noble chase of sense: 141:07,205[B ]| Without dull thinking we enjoyment trace, 141:07,206[B ]| And call that$6#2$ lawful, whatsoever does please. 141:07,207[B ]| Nor will$1$ our guilt want instances alone, 141:07,208[B ]| It is what the glorious Gods above have done: 141:07,209[B ]| Let us follow where those great examples went, 141:07,210[B ]| Nor think that$6#2$ Sin, where Heaven is a precedent. 141:07,211[B ]| Let neither awe of Father's frowns, nor shame 141:07,212[B ]| For$4$ ought that$6#1$ can be told by$4$ babbling fame, 141:07,213[B ]| Nor any ghastlier phantom, fear can frame, 141:07,214[B ]| Frighten or stop us in$4$ our way to$4$ bliss, 141:07,215[B ]| But boldly let us rush on$4$ happiness: 141:07,216[B ]| Where glorious hazzards shall enhance delight, 141:07,217[B ]| And that$6#2$, that$6#1$ makes it dangerous make it great. 141:07,218[B ]| Relation too, which$6#1$ does our fault increase, 141:07,219[B ]| Will$1$ serve that$6#2$ fault the better to$9$ disguise; 141:07,220[B ]| That$6#1$ lets us now in$4$ private often meet 141:07,221[B ]| Blessed opportunities for$4$ stolen delight: 141:07,222[B ]| In$4$ public often we embrace and kiss, 141:07,223[B ]| And fear no$2$ jealous, no$2$ suspecting eyes. 141:07,224[B ]| How little more remains for$4$ me to$9$ crave! 141:07,225[B ]| How little more for$4$ you to$9$ give! O save 141:07,226[B ]| A wretched Maid undone by$4$ love and you, 141:07,227[B ]| Who$6#1$ does in$4$ tears and dying accents sue; 141:07,228[B ]| Who$6#1$ bleeds that$6#2$ Passion she had never revealed, 141:07,229[B ]| If not by$4$ love, almighty love compelled: 141:07,230[B ]| Nor ever let her mournful Tomb complain, 141:07,231[B ]| Here Byblis lies, killed by$4$ your cold disdain. 141:07,232[' ]| Here forced to$9$ end, for$4$ want of room, not will$0$ 141:07,233[' ]| To$9$ add, her lines the crowded Margin fill, 141:07,234[' ]| Nor space allow for$4$ more: she trembling, folds 141:07,235[' ]| The Paper, which$6#1$ her shameful message holds; 141:07,236[' ]| And sealing, as she wept with boding fear, 141:07,237[' ]| She wet her Signet with a falling Tear. 141:07,238[' ]| This done, a trusty Messenger she called, 141:07,239[' ]| And in$4$ kind words the whispered Errand told: 141:07,240[B ]| Go, carry this with faithful care, 141:07,240[' ]| she said. 141:07,241[B ]| To$4$ my dear, ~~ 141:07,241[' ]| there she paused a while, and stayed, 141:07,242[' ]| And by$8$ and by$8$ ~~ 141:07,242[B ]| Brother ~~ 141:07,242[' ]| was heard to$9$ add: 141:07,243[' ]| As she delivered it with her commands, 141:07,244[' ]| The Letter fell from out her trembling hands, 141:07,245[' ]| Dismayed with the ill Omen, she anew 141:07,246[' ]| Doubted success, and held, yet bade him go. 141:07,247[' ]| He goes, and after quick admission got 141:07,248[' ]| To$4$ Caunus hands the fatal secret brought: 141:07,249[' ]| Soon as the doubtful Youth a glance had cast 141:07,250[' ]| On$4$ the first lines, and guessed by$4$ them the rest, 141:07,251[' ]| Strait horror and amazement filled his breast: 141:07,252[' ]| Impatient with his rage he could not stay 141:07,253[' ]| To$9$ see the end, but threw it half read away. 141:07,254[' ]| Scarce could his hands the trembling wretch forbear, 141:07,255[' ]| Nor did his tongue these angry threatenings spare: 141:07,256[C ]| Fly hence, nor longer my chafed fury trust, 141:07,257[C ]| Thou cursed Pander of detested lust; 141:07,258[C ]| Fly quickly hence, and to$4$ thy swiftness owe 141:07,259[C ]| Thy life, a forfeit to$4$ my vengeance due: 141:07,260[C ]| Which$6#1$, had not danger of my Honour crossed, 141:07,261[C ]| Thou hadst paid by$4$ this, and been sent back a ghost. 141:07,262[' ]| He the rough orders strait obeys, and bears 141:07,263[' ]| The killing news to$4$ wretched Byblis' ears; 141:07,264[' ]| Like$4$ striking thunder the fierce tidings stun, 141:07,265[' ]| And to$4$ her heart quicker than lightning run: 141:07,266[' ]| The frighted blood forsakes her ghastly face, 141:07,267[' ]| And a short death does every member seize: 141:07,268[' ]| But soon as sense returns, her frenzy too 141:07,269[' ]| Returns, and in$4$ these words breaks forth anew. 141:07,270[B ]| "And justly served; ~~ for$3$ why did foolish I 141:07,271[B ]| Consent to$9$ make this rash discovery? 141:07,272[B ]| Why did I thus in$4$ hasty lines reveal 141:07,273[B ]| That$6#2$ dangerous secret, Honour would conceal? 141:07,274[B ]| I should have first with art disguised the hook, 141:07,275[B ]| And seen how well the gaudy bait had took, 141:07,276[B ]| And found him hung at least, before I struck: 141:07,277[B ]| From shore I should have first descried the wind, 141:07,278[B ]| Whether it would prove to$4$ my adventure kind, 141:07,279[B ]| Before I to$4$ untried Seas myself resigned: 141:07,280[B ]| Now dashed on$4$ Rocks unable to$9$ retire, 141:07,281[B ]| I must in$4$ the wreck of all my hopes expire. 141:07,282[B ]| And was I not by$4$ tokens plain enough 141:07,283[B ]| Forewarned to$9$ quit my inauspicious Love? 141:07,284[B ]| Did not the Fates my ill success foretel, 141:07,285[B ]| When from my hands the unhappy Letter fell? 141:07,286[B ]| So$5#2$ should my hopes have done, and my design, 141:07,287[B ]| That$6#2$, or the day should then have altered been; 141:07,288[B ]| But rather the unlucky day; when Heaven 141:07,289[B ]| Such ominous proofs of its dislike had given: 141:07,290[B ]| And so$5#2$ it had, had not mad Passion swayed, 141:07,291[B ]| And Reason been by$4$ blinder Love misled. 141:07,292[B ]| Besides (alas!) I should myself have gone, 141:07,293[B ]| Nor made my Pen a proxy to$4$ my Tongue; 141:07,294[B ]| Much more I could have spoke, much more have told, 141:07,295[B ]| Than a short Letter's narrow room would hold: 141:07,296[B ]| He might have seen my Looks, my wishing Eyes, 141:07,297[B ]| My melting Tears, and heard my begging Sighs; 141:07,298[B ]| About his Neck I could have flung my Arms, 141:07,299[B ]| And been all over Love, all over Charms; 141:07,300[B ]| Grasped and hung on$4$ his Knees, and there have died, 141:07,301[B ]| There breathed my gasping Soul out if denied: 141:07,302[B ]| This and ten thousand things I might have done 141:07,303[B ]| To$9$ make my Passion with advantage known; 141:07,304[B ]| Which$6#1$ if they each could not have bent his mind, 141:07,305[B ]| Yet surely all had forced him to$9$ be kind. 141:07,306[B ]| Perhaps he whom I sent was too in$4$ fault, 141:07,307[B ]| Nor rightly timed his Message, as he ought; 141:07,308[B ]| I fear he went in$4$ some ill-chosen hour, 141:07,309[B ]| When cloudy weather made his temper lour. 141:07,310[B ]| Not those calm seasons of the mind, which$6#1$ prove 141:07,311[B ]| The fittest to$9$ receive the seeds of love. 141:07,312[B ]| These things have ruined me; for$3$ doubtless he 141:07,313[B ]| Is made of humane flesh and blood like$4$ me; 141:07,314[B ]| He sucked no$2$ Tigress sure, nor Mountain Bear, 141:07,315[B ]| Nor does his breast relentless Marble wear. 141:07,316[B ]| He must, he shall consent, again I will$1$ try, 141:07,317[B ]| And try again, if he again deny: 141:07,318[B ]| No$2$ scorn, no$2$ harsh repulse, or rough defeat 141:07,319[B ]| Shall ever my desires, or hopes rebate. 141:07,320[B ]| My earnest suits shall never give him rest, 141:07,321[B ]| While Life, and Love more durable, shall last: 141:07,322[B ]| Alive I will$1$ press, till breath in$4$ prayers be lost, 141:07,323[B ]| And after come a kind beseeching ghost. 141:07,324[B ]| For$3$, if I might, what I have done, recall, 141:07,325[B ]| The first point were, not to$9$ have done it at all; 141:07,326[B ]| But since it is done, the second to$9$ be gained 141:07,327[B ]| Is now to$9$ have, what I have sought, attained: 141:07,328[B ]| For$3$ he, though I should now my wishes quit, 141:07,329[B ]| Can never my unchaste attempts forget: 141:07,330[B ]| Should I desist, it will$1$ be believed that$3$ I 141:07,331[B ]| By$4$ slightly asking, taught him to$9$ deny; 141:07,332[B ]| Or that$3$ I tempted him with wily fraud, 141:07,333[B ]| And snares for$4$ his unwary Honour laid: 141:07,334[B ]| Or, what I sent (and the belief were just) 141:07,335[B ]| Were not the efforts of Love, but shameful Lust. 141:07,336[B ]| In$4$ fine, I now dare anything that$6#1$ is ill; 141:07,337[B ]| I have writ, I have solicited, my will$0$ 141:07,338[B ]| Has been debauched; and should I thus give out, 141:07,339[B ]| I can not chaste and innocent be thought: 141:07,340[B ]| Much there is wanting still to$9$ be fulfilled, 141:07,341[B ]| Much to$4$ my wish, but little to$4$ my guilt. 141:07,342[' ]| She spoke; but such is her unsetled mind, 141:07,343[' ]| It shifts from thought to$4$ thought, like$4$ veering wind, 141:07,344[' ]| Now to$4$ this point and now to$4$ that$6#2$ inclined: 141:07,345[' ]| What she could wish had unattempted been, 141:07,346[' ]| She strait is eager to$9$ attempt again: 141:07,347[' ]| What she repents, she acts; and now lets loose 141:07,348[' ]| The reins to$4$ Love, nor any bound allows: 141:07,349[' ]| Repulse upon$4$ repulse unmoved she bears, 141:07,350[' ]| And still sues on$5$, while she her suit despairs. 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. 141:09,000@@@@@| 141:09,000[' ]| 141:09,000[' ]| 141:09,000[' ]| 141:09,000[' ]| 141:09,000[' ]| 141:09,000[' ]| 141:09,001[A ]| Should some ill Painter in$4$ a wild design 141:09,002[A ]| To$4$ a man's Head an Horse's shoulders join, 141:09,003[A ]| Or Fish's Tail to$4$ a fair Woman's Waist, 141:09,004[A ]| Or draw the Limbs of many a different Beast, 141:09,005[A ]| Ill matched, and with as motley Feathers dressed; 141:09,006[A ]| If you by$4$ chance were to$9$ pass by$4$ his Shop; 141:09,007[A ]| And not believe him whimsical, or mad? 141:09,008[A ]| Could you forbear from laughing at the Fop, 141:09,009[A ]| Credit me, Sir, that$6#2$ Book is quite as bad, 141:09,010[A ]| As worthy Laughter, which$6#1$ throughout is filled 141:09,011[A ]| With monstrous inconsistencies, more vain and wild 141:09,012[A ]| Than sick men's Dreams, whose neither head, nor tail, 141:09,013[A ]| Nor any parts in$4$ due proportion fall. 141:09,014[A ]| But it will$1$ be said, 141:09,014@x | \None ever did deny\ 141:09,015@x | \Painters and Poets their free liberty\ 141:09,016@x | \Of feigning anything\: 141:09,016[A ]| We grant it true, 141:09,017[A ]| And the same privilege crave and allow: 141:09,018[A ]| But to$9$ mix natures clearly opposite, 141:09,019[A ]| To$9$ make the Serpent and the Dove unite, 141:09,020[A ]| Or Lambs from Savage Tigers seek defence, 141:09,021[A ]| Shocks Reason, and the rules of common Sense. 141:09,022[A ]| Some, who$6#1$ would have us think they meant to$9$ treat 141:09,023[A ]| At first on$4$ Arguments of greatest weight, 141:09,024[A ]| Are proud, when here and there a glittering line 141:09,025[A ]| Does through the mass of their coarse rubbish shine: 141:09,026[A ]| In$4$ gay digressions they delight to$9$ rove, 141:09,027[A ]| Describing here a Temple, there a Grove, 141:09,028[A ]| A Vale enamelled over with pleasant streams, 141:09,029[A ]| A painted rainbow, or the gliding Thames. 141:09,030[A ]| But how does this relate to$4$ their design? 141:09,031[A ]| Though good elsewhere, it is here but foisted in$5$. 141:09,032[A ]| A common Dauber may perhaps have skill 141:09,033[A ]| To$9$ paint a Tavern Sign, or Landscape well: 141:09,034[A ]| But what is this to$4$ Drawing of a Fight, 141:09,035[A ]| A Wreck, a Storm, or the last Judgment right? 141:09,036[A ]| When the fair Model and Foundation shews 141:09,037[A ]| That$3$ you some great Escurial would produce, 141:09,038[A ]| How comes it dwindled to$4$ a Cottage thus? 141:09,039[A ]| In$4$ fine, whatever work you mean to$9$ frame, 141:09,040[A ]| Be uniform, and everywhere the same. 141:09,041[A ]| Most Poets, Sir, (it is easy to$9$ observe) 141:09,042[A ]| Into the worst of faults are apt to$9$ swerve 141:09,043[A ]| Through a false hope of reaching excellence: 141:09,044[A ]| Avoiding length, we often cramp our Sense, 141:09,045[A ]| And make it obscure; oft, when we would have our style 141:09,046[A ]| Easy and flowing, lose its force the while: 141:09,047[A ]| Some, striving to$9$ surmount the common flight, 141:09,048[A ]| Soar up$5$ in$4$ airy Bombast out of sight: 141:09,049[A ]| Others, who$6#1$ fear to$4$ a bold pitch to$9$ trust 141:09,050[A ]| Themselves, flag low, and humbly sweep the dust: 141:09,051[A ]| And many fond of seeming marvellous, 141:09,052[A ]| While they too carelessly transgress the Laws 141:09,053[A ]| Of likelihood, most odd Chimeras feign, 141:09,054[A ]| Dolphins in$4$ Woods, and Boars upon$4$ the Main. 141:09,055[A ]| Thus they, who$6#1$ would take aim, but want the skill, 141:09,056[A ]| Miss always, and shoot wide, or narrow still. 141:09,057[A ]| One of the meanest Workmen in$4$ the Town 141:09,058[A ]| Can imitate the Nails, or Hair in$4$ Stone, 141:09,059[A ]| And to$4$ the life enough perhaps, who$6#1$ yet 141:09,060[A ]| Wants mastery to$9$ make the work complete: 141:09,061[A ]| Troth, Sir, if it were my fancy to$9$ compose, 141:09,062[A ]| Rather than be this bungling wretch, I would choose 141:09,063[A ]| To$9$ wear a crooked and unsightly Nose 141:09,064[A ]| Amongst other handsome features of a Face 141:09,065[A ]| Which$6#1$ only would set off my ugliness. 141:09,066[A ]| Be sure all you that$6#1$ undertake to$9$ write, 141:09,067[A ]| To$9$ choose a Subject for$4$ your Genius fit: 141:09,068[A ]| Try long and often what your Talents are; 141:09,069[A ]| What is the burthen, which$6#1$ your parts will$1$ bear, 141:09,070[A ]| And where they will$1$ fail: he that$6#1$ discerns with skill 141:09,071[A ]| To$9$ cull his Argument and matter well, 141:09,072[A ]| Will$1$ never be to$9$ seek for$4$ Eloquence 141:09,073[A ]| To$9$ dress, or method to$9$ dispose his Sense. 141:09,074[A ]| They the chief Art and Grace in$4$ order show 141:09,075[A ]| (If I may claim any pretence to$9$ know) 141:09,076[A ]| Who$6#1$ time discreetly what is to$9$ be discoursed, 141:09,077[A ]| What should be said at last, and what at first: 141:09,078[A ]| Some passages at present may be heard, 141:09,079[A ]| Others till afterwards are best deferred: 141:09,080[A ]| Verse, which$6#1$ disdains the Laws of History, 141:09,081[A ]| Speaks things not as they are, but ought to$9$ be: 141:09,082[A ]| Whoever will$1$ in$4$ Poetry excel, 141:09,083[A ]| Must learn and use this hidden secret well. 141:09,084[A ]| It is next to$9$ be observed, that$3$ care is due, 141:09,085[A ]| And sparingness in$4$ framing words anew: 141:09,086[A ]| You shew your mastery, if you have the knack 141:09,087[A ]| So$3$ to$9$ make use of what known word you take, 141:09,088[A ]| To$9$ give it a newer sense: if there be need 141:09,089[A ]| For$4$ some uncommon matters to$9$ be said; 141:09,090[A ]| Power of inventing terms may be allowed, 141:09,091[A ]| Which$6#1$ Chaucer and his Age never understood: 141:09,092[A ]| Provided always, as it was said before, 141:09,093[A ]| We seldom, and discreetly use that$6#2$ power. 141:09,094[A ]| Words new and foreign may be best brought in$5$, 141:09,095[A ]| If borrowed from a Language near akin: 141:09,096[A ]| Why should the peevish Critics now forbid 141:09,097[A ]| To$4$ Lee and Dryden, what was not denied 141:09,098[A ]| To$4$ Shakespear, Ben, and Fletcher heretofore, 141:09,099[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ they praise and commendation bore? 141:09,100[A ]| If Spencer's Muse be justly so$5#1$ adored 141:09,101[A ]| For$4$ that$6#2$ rich copiousness, wherewith he stored 141:09,102[A ]| Our Native Tongue; for$4$ God's sake why should I 141:09,103[A ]| Straight be thought arrogant, if modestly 141:09,104[A ]| I claim and use the self-same liberty? 141:09,105[A ]| This the just Right of Poets ever was, 141:09,106[A ]| And will$1$ be still to$9$ coin what words they please, 141:09,107[A ]| Well fitted to$4$ the present Age and Place. 141:09,108[A ]| Words with the Leaves of Trees a semblance hold 141:09,109[A ]| In$4$ this respect, where every year the old 141:09,110[A ]| Fall off, and new ones in$4$ their places grow: 141:09,111[A ]| Death is the Fate of all things here below: 141:09,112[A ]| Nature herself by$4$ Art has changes felt, 141:09,113[A ]| The Tangier Mole (by$4$ our great Monarch built) 141:09,114[A ]| Like$4$ a vast Bulwark in$4$ the Ocean set, 141:09,115[A ]| From Pirates and from Storms defends our Fleet: 141:09,116[A ]| Fens every day are drained, and men now Plow, 141:09,117[A ]| And Sow, and Reap, where they before might Row; 141:09,118[A ]| And Rivers have been taught by$4$ Middleton 141:09,119[A ]| From their old course within new Banks to$9$ run, 141:09,120[A ]| And pay their useful Tribute to$4$ the town. 141:09,121[A ]| If Man's and Nature's works submit to$4$ Fate, 141:09,122[A ]| Much less must words expect a lasting date: 141:09,123[A ]| Many which$6#1$ we approve for$4$ current now, 141:09,124[A ]| In$4$ the next Age out of request shall grow: 141:09,125[A ]| And others which$6#1$ are now thrown out of doors, 141:09,126[A ]| Shall be revived, and come again in$4$ force, 141:09,127[A ]| If custom please: from whence their vogue they draw, 141:09,128[A ]| Which$6#1$ of our Speech is the sole Judge and Law. 141:09,129[A ]| Homer first shewed us in$4$ Heroic strains 141:09,130[A ]| To$9$ write of Wars, of Battles and Campaigns, 141:09,131[A ]| Kings and great Leaders, mighty in$4$ Renown, 141:09,132[A ]| And him we still for$4$ our chief Pattern own. 141:09,133[A ]| Soft Elegy, designed for$4$ grief and tears, 141:09,134[A ]| Was first devised to$9$ grace some mournful Hearse: 141:09,135[A ]| Since to$4$ a brisker note it is taught to$9$ move, 141:09,136[A ]| And clothes our gayest Passions, Joy and Love. 141:09,137[A ]| But, who$6#1$ was first Inventor of the kind, 141:09,138[A ]| Critics have sought, but never yet could find. 141:09,139[A ]| Gods, Heroes, Warriors, and the lofty praise 141:09,140[A ]| Of peaceful Conquerors in$4$ Pisa's Race, 141:09,141[A ]| The Mirth and Joys, which$6#1$ Love and Wine produce, 141:09,142[A ]| With other wanton sallies of a Muse, 141:09,143[A ]| The stately Ode does for$4$ its Subjects choose. 141:09,144[A ]| Archilochus to$9$ vent his Gall and spite, 141:09,145[A ]| In$4$ keen Iambics first was known to$9$ write: 141:09,146[A ]| Dramatic Authors used this sort of Verse 141:09,147[A ]| On$4$ all the Greek and Roman Theaters, 141:09,148[A ]| As for$4$ Discourse and Conversation fit, 141:09,149[A ]| And aptest to$9$ drown the noises of the Pit. 141:09,150[A ]| If I discern not the true style and air, 141:09,151[A ]| Nor how to$9$ give the proper Character 141:09,152[A ]| To$4$ every kind of work; how dare I claim, 141:09,153[A ]| And challenge to$4$ myself a Poet's Name? 141:09,154[A ]| And why had I with awkard modesty, 141:09,155[A ]| Rather than learn, always unskilful be? 141:09,156[A ]| Volpone and Morose will$1$ not admit 141:09,157[A ]| Of Catiline's high strains, nor is it fit 141:09,158[A ]| To$9$ make Sejanus on$4$ the Stage appear 141:09,159[A ]| In$4$ the low dress, which$6#1$ Comic persons wear. 141:09,160[A ]| Whatever the Subject be, on$4$ which$6#1$ you write, 141:09,161[A ]| Give each thing its due place and time aright: 141:09,162[A ]| Yet Comedy sometimes may raise her style, 141:09,163[A ]| And angry Chremes is allowed to$9$ swell, 141:09,164[A ]| And Tragedy alike sometimes has leave 141:09,165[A ]| To$9$ throw off Majesty, when it is to$9$ grieve: 141:09,166[A ]| Peleus and Telephus in$4$ misery, 141:09,167[A ]| Lay their big words, and blustering language by$5$, 141:09,168[A ]| If they expect to$9$ make their Audience cry. 141:09,169[A ]| It is not enough to$9$ have your Plays succeed, 141:09,170[A ]| That$3$ they be elegant: they must not need 141:09,171[A ]| Those warm and moving touches which$6#1$ impart 141:09,172[A ]| A kind concernment to$4$ each Hearers heart, 141:09,173[A ]| And ravish it which$6#1$ way they please with art. 141:09,174[A ]| Where Joy and Sorrow put on$5$ good disguise, 141:09,175[A ]| Ours with the person's looks straight sympathize: 141:09,176[A ]| Wouldst have me weep? thyself must first begin; 141:09,177[A ]| Then, Telephus, to$4$ pity I incline, 141:09,178[A ]| And think thy case, and all thy sufferings mine; 141:09,179[A ]| But if thou art made to$9$ act thy part amiss, 141:09,180[A ]| I can not forbear to$9$ sleep, or laugh, or hiss. 141:09,181[A ]| Let words express the looks, which$6#1$ speakers wear; 141:09,182[A ]| Sad, for$4$ a mournful and dejected air; 141:09,183[A ]| The passionate must huff, and storm, and rave; 141:09,184[A ]| The gay be pleasant, and the serious grave. 141:09,185[A ]| For$3$ Nature works and moulds our Frame within, 141:09,186[A ]| To$9$ take all manner of Impressions in$5$: 141:09,187[A ]| Now makes us hot, and ready to$9$ take fire, 141:09,188[A ]| Now hope, now joy, now sorrow does inspire, 141:09,189[A ]| And all these passions in$4$ our face appear, 141:09,190[A ]| Of which$6#1$ the Tongue is sole interpreter: 141:09,191[A ]| But he whose words and Fortunes do not suit, 141:09,192[A ]| By$4$ Pit and Gallery both, is hooted out. 141:09,193[A ]| Observe what Characters your persons fit, 141:09,194[A ]| Whether the Master speak, or Jodelet: 141:09,195[A ]| Whether a Man, that$6#1$ is elderly in$4$ growth, 141:09,196[A ]| Or a brisk Hotspur in$4$ his boiling youth: 141:09,197[A ]| A roaring Bully, or a shirking Cheat, 141:09,198[A ]| A court-bred Lady, or a tawdry Cit: 141:09,199[A ]| A prating gossip, or a jilting Whore, 141:09,200[A ]| A travelled Merchant, or an homespun Bore: 141:09,201[A ]| Spaniard, or French, Italian, Dutch, or Dane; 141:09,202[A ]| Native of Turky, India, or Japan. 141:09,203[A ]| Either from History your persons take, 141:09,204[A ]| Or let them nothing inconsistent speak: 141:09,205[A ]| If you bring great Achilles on$4$ the Stage, 141:09,206[A ]| Let him be fierce and brave, all heat and rage, 141:09,207[A ]| Inflexible, and head-strong to$4$ all Laws, 141:09,208[A ]| But those, which$6#1$ Arms and his own will$0$ impose. 141:09,209[A ]| Cruel Medea must no$2$ pity have, 141:09,210[A ]| Ixion must be treacherous, Ino grieve, 141:09,211[A ]| Io must wander, and Orestes rave. 141:09,212[A ]| But if you dare to$9$ tread in$4$ paths unknown, 141:09,213[A ]| And boldly start new persons of your own; 141:09,214[A ]| Be sure to$9$ make them in$4$ one strain agree, 141:09,215[A ]| And let the end like$4$ the beginning be. 141:09,216[A ]| It is difficult for$4$ Writers to$9$ succeed 141:09,217[A ]| On$4$ Arguments, which$6#1$ none before have tried: 141:09,218[A ]| The Iliad, or the Odyssee with ease 141:09,219[A ]| Will$1$ better furnish Subjects for$4$ your Plays 141:09,220[A ]| Than that$3$ you should your own Invention trust, 141:09,221[A ]| And broach unheard-of things yourself the first. 141:09,222[A ]| In$4$ copying other's works, to$9$ make them pass, 141:09,223[A ]| And seem your own, let these few rules take place: 141:09,224[A ]| When you some of their Story represent, 141:09,225[A ]| Take care that$3$ you new Episodes invent: 141:09,226[A ]| Be not too nice the Author's words to$9$ trace, 141:09,227[A ]| But vary all with a fresh air and grace; 141:09,228[A ]| Nor such strict rules of imitation choose, 141:09,229[A ]| Which$6#1$ you must still be tied to$9$ follow close, 141:09,230[A ]| Or forced to$4$ a retreat for$4$ want of room, 141:09,231[A ]| Give over, and ridiculous become. 141:09,232[A ]| Do not like$4$ that$6#2$ affected Fool begin, 141:09,233@w | \King Priam's Fate, and Troy's famed War, I sing.\ 141:09,234[A ]| What will$1$ this mighty Promiser produce? 141:09,235[A ]| You look for$4$ Mountains, and out creeps a Mouse. 141:09,236[A ]| How short is this of Homer's fine Address 141:09,237[A ]| And Art, who$6#1$ never says anything amiss? 141:09,238[A ]| \Muse, speak the man, who$6#1$ since Troy's laying waste\ 141:09,239@w | \Into such numerous Dangers has been cast\ 141:09,240@w | \So$5#1$ many Towns, and various People past\: 141:09,241[A ]| He does not lavish at a blaze his Fire, 141:09,242[A ]| To$9$ glare a while, and in$4$ a snuff expire: 141:09,243[A ]| But modestly at first conceals his light, 141:09,244[A ]| In$4$ dazzling wonders, then breaks forth to$4$ sight; 141:09,245[A ]| Surprises you with Miracles all over, 141:09,246[A ]| Makes dreadful Scylla and Charybdis roar, 141:09,247[A ]| Cyclops, and bloody Lestrygons devour: 141:09,248[A ]| Nor does he time in$4$ long Preambles spend, 141:09,249[A ]| Describing Meleager's rueful end, 141:09,250[A ]| When he is of Diomed's return to$9$ treat; 141:09,251[A ]| Nor when he would the Trojan War relate, 141:09,252[A ]| The Tale of brooding Leda's Eggs repeat. 141:09,253[A ]| But still to$4$ the designed event hastes on$5$, 141:09,254[A ]| And at first dash, as if before it were known, 141:09,255[A ]| Embarks you in$4$ the middle of the Plot, 141:09,256[A ]| And what is unimprovable leaves out, 141:09,257[A ]| And mixes Truth and Fiction skilfully, 141:09,258[A ]| That$3$ nothing in$4$ the whole may disagree. 141:09,259[A ]| Whoever you are, that$6#1$ set yourselves to$9$ write, 141:09,260[A ]| If you expect to$9$ have your Audience sit 141:09,261[A ]| Till the fifth Act be done, and Curtain fall; 141:09,262[A ]| Mind what Instructions I shall further tell: 141:09,263[A ]| Our Guise and Manners alter with our Age, 141:09,264[A ]| And such they must be brought upon$4$ the Stage. 141:09,265[A ]| A Child, who$6#1$ newly has to$4$ Speech attained, 141:09,266[A ]| And now can go without the Nurse's hand, 141:09,267[A ]| To$9$ play with those of his own growth is pleased, 141:09,268[A ]| Suddenly angry, and as soon appeased, 141:09,269[A ]| Fond of new Trifles, and as quickly cloyed, 141:09,270[A ]| And loathes next hour what he the last enjoyed. 141:09,271[A ]| The beardless Youth from Pedagogue got loose, 141:09,272[A ]| Does Dogs and Horses for$4$ his pleasures choose; 141:09,273[A ]| Yielding and soft to$4$ every print of vice, 141:09,274[A ]| Resty to$4$ those who$6#1$ would his faults chastise, 141:09,275[A ]| Careless of profit, of expenses vain, 141:09,276[A ]| Haughty, and eager his desires to$9$ obtain, 141:09,277[A ]| And swift to$9$ quit the same desires again. 141:09,278[A ]| Those, who$6#1$ to$4$ manly years, and sense are grown, 141:09,279[A ]| Seek Wealth and Friendship, Honor and Renown: 141:09,280[A ]| And are discreet, and fearful how to$9$ act 141:09,281[A ]| What after they must alter and correct. 141:09,282[A ]| Diseases, Ills, and Troubles numberless 141:09,283[A ]| Attend old Men, and with their Age increase: 141:09,284[A ]| In$4$ painful toil they spend their wretched years, 141:09,285[A ]| Still heaping Wealth, and with that$6#2$ wealth new cares: 141:09,286[A ]| Fond to$9$ possess, and fearful to$9$ enjoy, 141:09,287[A ]| Slow and suspicious in$4$ their managry, 141:09,288[A ]| Full of Delays, and Hopes, lovers of ease, 141:09,289[A ]| Greedy of life, morose, and hard to$9$ please, 141:09,290[A ]| Envious at Pleasures of the young and gay, 141:09,291[A ]| Where they themselves now want a stock to$9$ play: 141:09,292[A ]| Ill natured Censors of the present Age, 141:09,293[A ]| And what has past since they have quit the Stage: 141:09,294[A ]| But loud Admirers of Queen Bess's time, 141:09,295[A ]| And what was done when they were in$4$ their prime. 141:09,296[A ]| Thus, what our tide of flowing years brings in$5$, 141:09,297[A ]| Still with our ebb of life goes out again: 141:09,298[A ]| The humours of Fourscore will$1$ never hit 141:09,299[A ]| One of Fifteen, nor a Boy's part befit 141:09,300[A ]| A full-grown man: it shews no$2$ mean Address, 141:09,301[A ]| If you the tempers of each Age express. 141:09,302[A ]| Some things are best to$9$ act, others to$9$ tell; 141:09,303[A ]| Those by$4$ the ear conveyed, do not so$5#1$ well, 141:09,304[A ]| Nor half so$5#1$ movingly affect the mind, 141:09,305[A ]| As what we to$4$ our eyes presented find. 141:09,306[A ]| Yet there are many things, which$6#1$ should not come 141:09,307[A ]| In$4$ view, or pass beyond the Tiring Room: 141:09,308[A ]| Which$6#1$, after in$4$ expressive Language told, 141:09,309[A ]| Shall please the Audience more, than to$9$ behold: 141:09,310[A ]| Let not Medea shew her fatal rage, 141:09,311[A ]| And cut her Children's Throats upon$4$ the Stage: 141:09,312[A ]| Nor Oedipus tear out his eye-balls there, 141:09,313[A ]| Nor bloody Atreus his dire Feast prepare: 141:09,314[A ]| Cadmus, nor Progne their odd changes take, 141:09,315[A ]| This to$4$ a Bird, the other to$4$ a Snake: 141:09,316[A ]| Whatever so$5#1$ incredible you show, 141:09,317[A ]| Shocks my Belief, and straight does nauseous grow. 141:09,318[A ]| Five Acts, no$2$ more, nor less, your Play must have, 141:09,319[A ]| If you will$1$ an handsome Third day's share receive. 141:09,320[A ]| Let not a God be summoned to$9$ attend 141:09,321[A ]| On$4$ a slight errand, nor on$4$ Wire descend, 141:09,322[A ]| Unless the importance of the Plot engage; 141:09,323[A ]| And let but three at once speak on$4$ the Stage. 141:09,324[A ]| Be sure to$9$ make the Chorus still promote 141:09,325[A ]| The chief Intrigue and business of the Plot: 141:09,326[A ]| Betwixt the Acts there must be nothing Sung, 141:09,327[A ]| Which$6#1$ does not to$4$ the main design belong: 141:09,328[A ]| The praises of the Good must here be told, 141:09,329[A ]| The Passions curbed, and foes of Vice extolled: 141:09,330[A ]| Here Thrift and Temperance, and wholesome Laws, 141:09,331[A ]| Strict Justice, and the gentle Calms of Peace 141:09,332[A ]| Must have their Commendations and Applause: 141:09,333[A ]| And Prayers must be sent to$4$ Heaven to$9$ guide 141:09,334[A ]| Blind fortune's blessings to$4$ the juster side, 141:09,335[A ]| To$9$ raise the Poor, and lower prosperous Pride. 141:09,336[A ]| At first the Music of our Stage was rude, 141:09,337[A ]| Whilst in$4$ the Cock-Pit and Black-Friers it stood: 141:09,338[A ]| And this might please enough in$4$ former Reigns, 141:09,339[A ]| A thrifty, thin, and bashful Audience: 141:09,340[A ]| When Bussy d'Ambois and his Fustian took, 141:09,341[A ]| And men were ravished with Queen Gorboduc. 141:09,342[A ]| But since our Monarch by$4$ kind Heaven sent, 141:09,343[A ]| Brought back the Arts with him from Banishment, 141:09,344[A ]| And by$4$ his gentle influence gave increase 141:09,345[A ]| To$4$ all the harmless Luxuries of peace: 141:09,346[A ]| Favoured by$4$ him, our Stage has flourished too, 141:09,347[A ]| And every day in$4$ outward splendour grew: 141:09,348[A ]| In$4$ Music, Song, and Dance of every kind, 141:09,349[A ]| And all the grace of Action it is refined; 141:09,350[A ]| And since that$3$ Opera is at length came in$5$, 141:09,351[A ]| Our Players have so$5#1$ well improved the Scene 141:09,352[A ]| With gallantry of Habit and Machine; 141:09,353[A ]| As makes our Theatre in$4$ Glory vie 141:09,354[A ]| With the best Ages of Antiquity: 141:09,355[A ]| And mighty Roscius were he living now, 141:09,356[A ]| Would envy both our Stage and Acting too. 141:09,357[A ]| Those, who$6#1$ did first in$4$ Tragedy essay 141:09,358[A ]| (When a vile Goat was all the Poets day) 141:09,359[A ]| Used to$9$ allay their Subjects' gravity 141:09,360[A ]| With interludes of Mirth and Raillery: 141:09,361[A ]| Here they brought rough and naked Satyrs in$5$, 141:09,362[A ]| Whose Farce-like Gesture, Motion, Speech, and Mien 141:09,363[A ]| Resembled those of modern Harlequin. 141:09,364[A ]| Because such antic Tricks, and odd grimace, 141:09,365[A ]| After their drunken Feasts on$4$ Holidays, 141:09,366[A ]| The giddy and hot-headed Rout would please: 141:09,367[A ]| As the wild Feats of Merry Andrews now 141:09,368[A ]| Divert the senseless Crowd at Bartholmew. 141:09,369[A ]| But he, that$6#1$ would in$4$ this Mock-way excel, 141:09,370[A ]| And exercise the Art of Rallying well, 141:09,371[A ]| Had need with diligence observe this Rule 141:09,372[A ]| In$4$ turning serious things to$4$ ridicule: 141:09,373[A ]| If he an Hero, or a God bring in$5$, 141:09,374[A ]| With Kingly Robes and Sceptre lately seen, 141:09,375[A ]| Let them not speak, like$4$ Burlesque Characters, 141:09,376[A ]| The wit of Billinsgate and Temple-stairs: 141:09,377[A ]| Nor, while they of those meannesses beware, 141:09,378[A ]| In$4$ tearing lines of Bajazet appear. 141:09,379[A ]| Majestic Tragedy as much disdains 141:09,380[A ]| To$9$ condescend to$4$ low and trivial strains: 141:09,381[A ]| As a Court-Lady thinks herself disgraced 141:09,382[A ]| To$9$ Dance with Dowdies at a May-pole Feast. 141:09,383[A ]| If in$4$ this kind you will$1$ attempt to$9$ write, 141:09,384[A ]| You must no$2$ broad and clownish words admit: 141:09,385[A ]| Nor must you so$5#1$ confound your Characters, 141:09,386[A ]| As not to$9$ mind what person it is appears. 141:09,387[A ]| Take a known Subject, and invent it well, 141:09,388[A ]| And let your style be smooth and natural: 141:09,389[A ]| Though others think it easy to$9$ attain, 141:09,390[A ]| They will$1$ find it hard, and imitate in$4$ vain: 141:09,391[A ]| So$5#1$ much does method and connexion grace 141:09,392[A ]| The commonest things, the plainest matters raise. 141:09,393[A ]| In$4$ my opinion it is absurd and odd, 141:09,394[A ]| To$9$ make wild Satyrs, coming from the Wood, 141:09,395[A ]| Speak the fine Language of the Park and Mall, 141:09,396[A ]| As if they had their Training at Whitehall: 141:09,397[A ]| Yet, though I would not have their Words too quaint, 141:09,398[A ]| Much less can I allow them impudent: 141:09,399[A ]| For$3$ men of Breeding, and of Quality 141:09,400[A ]| Must needs be shocked with fulsome Ribaldry: 141:09,401[A ]| Which$6#1$, though it pass the Footboy and the Cit, 141:09,402[A ]| Is always nauseous to$4$ the Box and Pit. 141:09,403[A ]| There are but few, who$6#1$ have such skilful ears 141:09,404[A ]| To$9$ judge of artless and ill-measured Verse. 141:09,405[A ]| This till of late was hardly understood, 141:09,406[A ]| And still there is too much liberty allowed, 141:09,407[A ]| But will$1$ you therefore be so$5#1$ much a fool 141:09,408[A ]| To$9$ write at random, and neglect a Rule? 141:09,409[A ]| Or, while your faults are set to$4$ general view, 141:09,410[A ]| Hope all men should be blind, or pardon you? 141:09,411[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not such fool-hardiness condemn, 141:09,412[A ]| Where, though perchance you may escape from blame, 141:09,413[A ]| Yet praise you never can expect, or claim? 141:09,414[A ]| Therefore be sure your study to$9$ apply 141:09,415[A ]| To$4$ the great patterns of Antiquity: 141:09,416[A ]| Never lay the Greeks and Romans out of sight, 141:09,417[A ]| Ply them by$4$ day, and think on$4$ them by$4$ night. 141:09,418[A ]| Rough hobbling numbers were allowed for$4$ Rhyme, 141:09,419[A ]| And clench for$4$ deep conceit in$4$ former time: 141:09,420[A ]| With too much patience (not to$9$ call it worse) 141:09,421[A ]| Both were applauded in$4$ our Ancestors: 141:09,422[A ]| If you, or I have sense to$9$ judge aright 141:09,423[A ]| Betwixt a Quibble, and true sterling Wit: 141:09,424[A ]| Or ear enough to$9$ give the difference 141:09,425[A ]| Of sweet well-sounding Verse from doggerel strains. 141:09,426[A ]| Thespis (it is said) did Tragedy devise, 141:09,427[A ]| Unknown before, and rude at its first rise: 141:09,428[A ]| In$4$ Carts the Gypsy Actors strolled about, 141:09,429[A ]| With faces smeared with Lees of Wine and Soot, 141:09,430[A ]| And through the Towns amused the wondering rout: 141:09,431[A ]| Till Aeschylus appearing to$4$ the Age, 141:09,432[A ]| Contrived a Play-house, and convenient Stage, 141:09,433[A ]| Found out the use of Vizards, and a Dress 141:09,434[A ]| (An handsomer and more genteel Disguise) 141:09,435[A ]| And taught the Actors with a stately Air 141:09,436[A ]| And Mien to$9$ speak and Tread, and whatsoever 141:09,437[A ]| Gave Port and Grandeur to$4$ the Theatre. 141:09,438[A ]| Next this succeeded ancient Comedy, 141:09,439[A ]| With good applause, till too much liberty 141:09,440[A ]| Usurped by$4$ Writers had debauched the Stage, 141:09,441[A ]| And made it grow the Grievance of the Age: 141:09,442[A ]| No$2$ merit was secure, no$2$ person free 141:09,443[A ]| From its licentious Buffoonery: 141:09,444[A ]| Till for$4$ redress the Magistrate was fain 141:09,445[A ]| By$4$ Law those Insolencies to$9$ restrain. 141:09,446[A ]| Our Authors in$4$ each kind their praise may claim, 141:09,447[A ]| Who$6#1$ leave no$2$ paths untrod, that$6#1$ lead to$9$ fame: 141:09,448[A ]| And well they merit it, who$6#1$ scorned to$9$ be 141:09,449[A ]| So$5#1$ much the Vassals of Antiquity, 141:09,450[A ]| As those, who$6#1$ know no$2$ better than to$9$ cloy 141:09,451[A ]| With the old musty Tales of Thebes and Troy: 141:09,452[A ]| But boldly the dull beaten track forsook, 141:09,453[A ]| And Subjects from our Country-story took, 141:09,454[A ]| Nor would our Nation less in$4$ Wit appear 141:09,455[A ]| Than in$4$ its great Performances of War; 141:09,456[A ]| Were there encouragements to$9$ bribe our care: 141:09,457[A ]| Would we to$9$ file and finish spare the pains, 141:09,458[A ]| And add but justness to$4$ our manly sense. 141:09,459[A ]| But, Sir, let nothing tempt you to$9$ bely 141:09,460[A ]| Your skill and judgment, by$4$ mean flattery: 141:09,461[A ]| Never pretend to$9$ like$1$ a piece of Wit, 141:09,462[A ]| But what, you are certain, is correctly writ: 141:09,463[A ]| But what has stood all Tests, and is allowed 141:09,464[A ]| By$4$ all to$9$ be unquestionably good. 141:09,465[A ]| Because some wild Enthusiasts there be 141:09,466[A ]| Who$6#1$ bar the Rules of Art in$4$ Poetry, 141:09,467[A ]| Would have it rapture all, and scarce admit 141:09,468[A ]| A man of sober sense to$9$ be a Wit; 141:09,469[A ]| Others by$4$ this conceit have been misled 141:09,470[A ]| So$5#1$ much, that$3$ they are grown statutably mad: 141:09,471[A ]| The Sots affect to$9$ be retired alone, 141:09,472[A ]| Court Solitude and Conversation shun, 141:09,473[A ]| In$4$ dirty Clothes, and a wild Garb appear, 141:09,474[A ]| And scarce are brought to$9$ cut their Nails and Hair, 141:09,475[A ]| And hope to$9$ purchase credit and esteem, 141:09,476[A ]| When they, like$4$ Cromwel's Porter, frantic seem. 141:09,477[A ]| Strange! that$3$ the very height of Lunacy, 141:09,478[A ]| Beyond the cure of Allen, ever should be 141:09,479[A ]| A mark of the Elect in$4$ Poetry. 141:09,480[A ]| How much an Ass am I that$6#1$ used to$9$ Bleed, 141:09,481[A ]| And take a Purge each Spring to$9$ clear my Head? 141:09,482[A ]| None otherwise would be so$5#1$ good as I, 141:09,483[A ]| At lofty strains and rants of Poetry: 141:09,484[A ]| But, faith, I am not yet so$5#1$ fond of Fame, 141:09,485[A ]| To$9$ lose my Reason for$4$ a Poet's name. 141:09,486[A ]| Though I myself am not disposed to$9$ write; 141:09,487[A ]| In$4$ others I may serve to$9$ sharpen Wit: 141:09,488[A ]| Acquaint them what a Poet's duty is, 141:09,489[A ]| And how he shall perform it with success: 141:09,490[A ]| Whence the materials for$4$ his work are sought, 141:09,491[A ]| And how with skilful Art they must be wrought: 141:09,492[A ]| And shew what is and is not decency, 141:09,493[A ]| And where his faults and excellencies lie. 141:09,494[A ]| Good sense must be the certain standard still 141:09,495[A ]| To$4$ all that$6#1$ will$1$ pretend to$4$ writing well: 141:09,496[A ]| If you will$1$ arrive at that$6#2$, you needs must be 141:09,497[A ]| Well versed and grounded in$4$ Philosophy: 141:09,498[A ]| Then choose a Subject, which$6#1$ you thoroughly know, 141:09,499[A ]| And words unsought thereon will$1$ easy flow. 141:09,500[A ]| Whoever will$1$ write, must diligently mind 141:09,501[A ]| The several sorts and ranks of human kind: 141:09,502[A ]| He that$6#1$ has learnt, what to$4$ his Country is due, 141:09,503[A ]| What we to$4$ Parents, Friends, and Kindred owe, 141:09,504[A ]| What charge a Statesman, or a Judge does bear, 141:09,505[A ]| And what the parts of a Commander are; 141:09,506[A ]| Will$1$ never be at a loss (he may be sure) 141:09,507[A ]| To$9$ give each person their true portraiture. 141:09,508[A ]| Take human life for$4$ your original, 141:09,509[A ]| Keep but your Draughts to$4$ that$6#2$, you will$1$ never fail. 141:09,510[A ]| Sometimes in$4$ Plays, though else but badly writ, 141:09,511[A ]| With nought of Force, or Grace, of Art, or Wit, 141:09,512[A ]| Some one well humored Character we meet, 141:09,513[A ]| That$6#1$ takes us more than all the empty Scenes, 141:09,514[A ]| And jingling toys of more elaborate Pens. 141:09,515[A ]| Greece had command of Language, Wit, and Sense: 141:09,516[A ]| For$4$ cultivating which$6#1$ she spared no$2$ pains: 141:09,517[A ]| Glory her sole design, and all her aim 141:09,518[A ]| Was how to$9$ gain herself immortal Fame: 141:09,519[A ]| Our English Youth another way are bred, 141:09,520[A ]| They are fitted for$4$ a Prenticeship and Trade, 141:09,521[A ]| And Wingate is all the Authors, which$6#1$ they have read. 141:09,522@w | \The Boy has been a year at Writing-School,\I 141:09,523@w | \Has learnt Division, and the Golden Rule;\ 141:09,524@w | \Scholar enough!\ 141:09,524[A ]| cries the old doting Fool, 141:09,525@w | \I will$1$ hold a piece, he will$1$ prove an Alderman,\ 141:09,526@w | \And come to$9$ sit at Church with his Furs and Chain.\ 141:09,527[A ]| This is the top design, the only praise, 141:09,528[A ]| And sole Ambition of the booby Race: 141:09,529[A ]| While this base spirit in$4$ the Age does reign, 141:09,530[A ]| And men mind nought but Wealth and sordid gain, 141:09,531[A ]| Can we expect or hope it should bring forth 141:09,532[A ]| A work in$4$ Poetry of any worth, 141:09,533[A ]| Fit for$4$ the learned Bodley to$9$ admit 141:09,534[A ]| Among its Sacred Monuments of Wit? 141:09,535[A ]| A Poet should inform us, or divert, 141:09,536[A ]| But joining both he shews his chiefest Art: 141:09,537[A ]| Whatever Precepts you pretend to$9$ give, 141:09,538[A ]| Be sure to$9$ lay them down both clear and brief: 141:09,539[A ]| By$4$ that$6#2$ they are easier far to$9$ apprehend, 141:09,540[A ]| By$4$ this more faithfully preserved in$4$ mind: 141:09,541[A ]| All things superfluous are apt to$9$ cloy 141:09,542[A ]| The Judgment, and surcharge the Memory. 141:09,543[A ]| Let whatsoever of Fiction you bring in$5$, 141:09,544[A ]| Be so$5#1$ like$4$ Truth, to$9$ seem at least akin: 141:09,545[A ]| Do not improbabilities conceive, 141:09,546[A ]| And hope to$9$ ram them into my belief: 141:09,547[A ]| Never make a Witch upon$4$ the Stage appear, 141:09,548[A ]| Riding enchanted Broomstick through the Air: 141:09,549[A ]| Nor Cannibal a living Infant spew, 141:09,550[A ]| Which$6#1$ he had murdered, and devoured but now. 141:09,551[A ]| The graver sort dislike all Poetry, 141:09,552[A ]| Which$6#1$ does not (as they call it) edify: 141:09,553[A ]| And youthful Sparks as much that$6#2$ Wit despise, 141:09,554[A ]| Which$6#1$ is not strewed with pleasant Gaieties. 141:09,555[A ]| But he, that$6#1$ has the knack of mingling well 141:09,556[A ]| What is of use with what is agreeable, 141:09,557[A ]| That$6#1$ knows at once how to$9$ instruct and please, 141:09,558[A ]| Is justly crowned by$4$ all men's suffrages: 141:09,559[A ]| These are the works, which$6#1$ valued everywhere, 141:09,560[A ]| Enrich Paul's Church-yard and the Stationer: 141:09,561[A ]| These admiration through all Nations claim, 141:09,562[A ]| And through all Ages spread their Author's Fame. 141:09,563[A ]| Yet there are faults wherewith we ought to$9$ bear; 141:09,564[A ]| An Instrument may sometimes chance to$9$ jar 141:09,565[A ]| In$4$ the best hand, in$4$ spite of all its care: 141:09,566[A ]| Nor have I known that$6#2$ skilful Marks-man yet 141:09,567[A ]| So$5#1$ fortunate, who$6#1$ never missed the White. 141:09,568[A ]| But where I many excellencies find, 141:09,569[A ]| I am not so$5#1$ nicely critical to$9$ mind 141:09,570[A ]| Each slight mistake an Author may produce, 141:09,571[A ]| Which$6#1$ human frailty justly may excuse. 141:09,572[A ]| Yet he, who$6#1$ having oft been taught to$9$ mend 141:09,573[A ]| A Fault, will$1$ still pursue it to$4$ the end, 141:09,574[A ]| Is like$4$ that$6#2$ scraping Fool, who$6#1$ the same Note 141:09,575[A ]| Is ever playing, and is ever out, 141:09,576[A ]| And silly as that$6#2$ bubble every whit, 141:09,577[A ]| Who$6#1$ at the self-same blot is always hit. 141:09,578[A ]| When such a lewd incorrigible sot 141:09,579[A ]| Lucks by$4$ mere chance upon$4$ some happy thought; 141:09,580[A ]| Among such filthy trash, I vex to$9$ see it, 141:09,581[A ]| And wonder how (the Devil!) he came by$4$ it. 141:09,582[A ]| In$4$ works of bulk and length we now and then 141:09,583[A ]| May grant an Author to$9$ be overseen: 141:09,584[A ]| Homer himself, how sacred ever he is, 141:09,585[A ]| Yet claims not a pretence to$4$ Faultlessness. 141:09,586[A ]| Poems with Pictures a resemblance bear; 141:09,587[A ]| Some (best at distance) shun a view too near: 141:09,588[A ]| Others are bolder and stand off to$4$ sight; 141:09,589[A ]| These love the shade, those choose the clearest light, 141:09,590[A ]| And dare the survey of the skilfullest eyes: 141:09,591[A ]| Some once, and some ten thousand times will$1$ please. 141:09,592[A ]| Sir, though yourself so$5#1$ much of knowledge own 141:09,593[A ]| In$4$ these affairs, that$3$ you can learn of none, 141:09,594[A ]| Yet mind this certain truth which$6#1$ I lay down: 141:09,595[A ]| Most Callings else Indifference allow, 141:09,596[A ]| Where ordinary Parts and Skill may do: 141:09,597[A ]| I have known Physicians, who$6#1$ respect might claim, 141:09,598[A ]| Though they never rose to$4$ Willis his great fame: 141:09,599[A ]| And there are Preachers, who$6#1$ have just renown, 141:09,600[A ]| Yet never come up$5$ to$4$ Sprat, or Tillotson: 141:09,601[A ]| And Counsellors, or Pleaders in$4$ the Hall 141:09,602[A ]| May have esteem and practice, though they fall 141:09,603[A ]| Far short of smooth-tongued Finch in$4$ Eloquence, 141:09,604[A ]| Though they want Selden's Learning, Vauhan's sense. 141:09,605[A ]| But Verse alone does of no$2$ mean admit, 141:09,606[A ]| Whoever will$1$ please, must please us to$4$ the height: 141:09,607[A ]| He must a Cowley or a Fleckno be, 141:09,608[A ]| For$3$ there is no$2$ second Rate in$4$ Poetry: 141:09,609[A ]| A dull insipid Writer none can bear, 141:09,610[A ]| In$4$ every place he is the public jeer, 141:09,611[A ]| And Lumber of the Shops and Stationer. 141:09,612[A ]| No$2$ man that$6#1$ understands to$9$ make a Feast, 141:09,613[A ]| With a coarse Dessert will$1$ offend his Guest, 141:09,614[A ]| Or bring ill Music in$5$ to$9$ grate the ear, 141:09,615[A ]| Because it is what the entertain might spare: 141:09,616[A ]| It is the same case with those that$6#1$ deal in$4$ Wit, 141:09,617[A ]| Whose main design and end should be delight: 141:09,618[A ]| They must by$4$ this same sentence stand, or fall, 141:09,619[A ]| Be highly excellent, or not at all. 141:09,620[A ]| In$4$ all things else, save only Poetry, 141:09,621[A ]| Men show some signs of common modesty: 141:09,622[A ]| You will$1$ hardly find a Fencer so$5#1$ unwise, 141:09,623[A ]| Who$6#1$ at Bear-garden ever will$1$ fight a Prize, 141:09,624[A ]| Not having learnt before: nor at a Wake 141:09,625[A ]| One, that$6#1$ wants skill and strength, the Girdle take; 141:09,626[A ]| Or be so$5#1$ vain the ponderous Weight to$9$ fling, 141:09,627[A ]| For$4$ fear they should be hissed out of the Ring. 141:09,628[A ]| Yet every Coxcomb will$1$ pretend to$4$ Verse, 141:09,629[A ]| And write in$4$ spite of nature, and his Stars: 141:09,630[A ]| All sorts of Subjects challenge at this time 141:09,631[A ]| Their Liberty and Property of Rhyme. 141:09,632[A ]| The Sot of honour, fond of being great 141:09,633[A ]| By$4$ something else than Title and Estate, 141:09,634[A ]| As if a Patent gave him claim to$4$ sense, 141:09,635[A ]| Or it were entailed with an inheritance, 141:09,636[A ]| Believes a cast of Foot-boys, and a set 141:09,637[A ]| Of Flanders must advance him to$4$ a Wit. 141:09,638[A ]| But you who$6#1$ have the judgment to$9$ descry 141:09,639[A ]| Where you excel, which$6#1$ way your Talents lie, 141:09,640[A ]| I am sure, will$1$ never be induced to$9$ strain 141:09,641[A ]| Your Genius, or attempt against your vein. 141:09,642[A ]| Yet (this let me advise) if ever you write, 141:09,643[A ]| Let none of your composures see the light, 141:09,644[A ]| Till they have been thoroughly weighed, and passed the Test 141:09,645[A ]| Of all those Judges who$6#1$ are thought the best: 141:09,646[A ]| While in$4$ your Desk they are locked up$5$ from the Press, 141:09,647[A ]| You have power to$9$ correct them as you please: 141:09,648[A ]| But when they once come forth to$4$ view of all, 141:09,649[A ]| Your Faults are chronicled, and past recall. 141:09,650[A ]| Orpheus the first of the inspired Train, 141:09,651[A ]| By$4$ force of powerful numbers did restrain 141:09,652[A ]| Mankind from rage, and bloody cruelty, 141:09,653[A ]| And taught the barbarous world civility. 141:09,654[A ]| Hence rose the Fiction, which$6#1$ the Poets framed, 141:09,655[A ]| That$3$ Lions were by$4$ his tuneful Music tamed, 141:09,656[A ]| And Tigers, charmed by$4$ his harmonious lays, 141:09,657[A ]| Grew gentle, and laid by$5$ their savageness: 141:09,658[A ]| Hence that$3$, which$6#1$ of Amphion too they tell, 141:09,659[A ]| The power of whose miraculous Lute could call 141:09,660[A ]| The well-placed stones into the Theban Wall. 141:09,661[A ]| Wondrous were the effects of primitive Verse, 141:09,662[A ]| Which$6#1$ settled and reformed the Universe: 141:09,663[A ]| This did all things to$4$ their due ends reduce, 141:09,664[A ]| To$4$ public, private, sacred, civil use: 141:09,665[A ]| Marriage for$4$ weighty causes was ordained, 141:09,666[A ]| That$6#1$ bridled lust, and lawless Love restrained: 141:09,667[A ]| Cities with Walls and Rampiers were inclosed, 141:09,668[A ]| And Property with wholesome Laws disposed: 141:09,669[A ]| And bounds were fixed of Equity and Right, 141:09,670[A ]| To$9$ guard weak Innocence from wrongful might. 141:09,671[A ]| Hence Poets have been held a sacred name, 141:09,672[A ]| And placed with first Rates in$4$ the Lists of Fame. 141:09,673[A ]| Next these, great Homer to$4$ the world appeared, 141:09,674[A ]| Around the Globe his loud alarms were heard, 141:09,675[A ]| Which$6#1$ all the brave to$4$ war-like action fired: 141:09,676[A ]| And Hesiod after him with useful skill 141:09,677[A ]| Gave Lessons to$9$ instruct the Plough-man's toil. 141:09,678[A ]| Verse was the language of the gods of old, 141:09,679[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ their sacred Oracles were told: 141:09,680[A ]| In$4$ Verse were the first rules of virtue taught, 141:09,681[A ]| And Doctrine thence, as now from Pulpits sought: 141:09,682[A ]| By$4$ Verse some have the love of Princes gained, 141:09,683[A ]| Who$6#1$ oft vouchsafe so$5#2$ to$9$ be entertained, 141:09,684[A ]| And with a Muse their weighty cares unbend. 141:09,685[A ]| Then think it no$2$ disparagement, dear Sir, 141:09,686[A ]| To$9$ own yourself a Member of that$6#2$ Choir, 141:09,687[A ]| Whom Kings esteem, and Heaven does inspire. 141:09,688[A ]| Concerning Poets there has been contest, 141:09,689[A ]| Whether they are made by$4$ Art, or Nature best: 141:09,690[A ]| But if I may presume in$4$ this Affair, 141:09,691[A ]| Amongst the rest my judgment to$9$ declare, 141:09,692[A ]| No$2$ Art without a Genius will$1$ avail: 141:09,693[A ]| But both ingredients jointly must unite 141:09,694[A ]| To$9$ make the happy Character complete. 141:09,695[A ]| None at New-market ever won the Prize, 141:09,696[A ]| But used his Airings, and his Exercise, 141:09,697[A ]| His Courses and his Diets long before, 141:09,698[A ]| And Wine and Women for$4$ a time forbore: 141:09,699[A ]| Nor is there any Singing-man, we know, 141:09,700[A ]| Of good Repute in$4$ either Chapel now, 141:09,701[A ]| But was a Learner once (he will$1$ freely own) 141:09,702[A ]| And by$4$ long Practice to$4$ that$6#2$ Skill has grown: 141:09,703[A ]| But each conceited Dunce, without pretence 141:09,704[A ]| To$4$ the least grain of Learning, Parts, or sense, 141:09,705[A ]| Or anything but hardened impudence, 141:09,706[A ]| Sets up$5$ for$4$ Poetry, and dares engage 141:09,707[A ]| With all the topping Writers of the Age: 141:09,708@w | \"Why should not he put in$5$ amongst the rest?\ 141:09,709@w | \Damn him! he scorns to$9$ come behind the best:\ 141:09,710@w | \Declares himself a Wit, and vows to$9$ draw\ 141:09,711@w | \On$4$ the next man, whoever disowns him so$5#2$.\ 141:09,712[A ]| Scribblers of Quality who$6#1$ have Estate, 141:09,713[A ]| To$9$ gain applauding Fools at any rate, 141:09,714[A ]| Practise as many Tricks as Shop-keepers 141:09,715[A ]| To$9$ force a Trade, and put off naughty wares: 141:09,716[A ]| Some hire the House their Follies to$9$ expose, 141:09,717[A ]| And are at charge to$9$ be ridiculous: 141:09,718[A ]| Others with Wine and Ordinaries treat 141:09,719[A ]| A needy Rabble to$9$ cry up$5$ their Wit: 141:09,720[A ]| It is strange, that$3$ such should the true difference find 141:09,721[A ]| Betwixt a sponging Knave and faithful Friend. 141:09,722[A ]| Take heed how you ever prostitute your sense 141:09,723[A ]| To$4$ such a fawning crew of Sycophants: 141:09,724[A ]| All signs of being pleased the Rogues will$1$ feign, 141:09,725[A ]| Wonder and bless themselves at every line, 141:09,726[A ]| Swearing, 141:09,726@w | "It is soft! it is charming! it is divine!" 141:09,727[A ]| Here they will$1$ look pale, as if surprised, and there 141:09,728[A ]| In$4$ a disguise of grief squeeze out a tear: 141:09,729[A ]| Oft seem transported with a sudden joy, 141:09,730[A ]| Stamp and lift up$5$ their hands in$4$ ecstasy: 141:09,731[A ]| But, if by$4$ chance your back once turned appear, 141:09,732[A ]| You will$1$ have them strait put out their tongues in$4$ jeer, 141:09,733[A ]| Or point, or gibe you with a scornful sneer. 141:09,734[A ]| As they who$6#1$ truly grieve at Funerals, shew 141:09,735[A ]| Less outward sorrow than hired mourners do; 141:09,736[A ]| So$3$ true Admirers less concernment wear 141:09,737[A ]| Before your face than the sham-Flatterer. 141:09,738[A ]| They tell of Kings, who$6#1$ never would admit 141:09,739[A ]| A Confidant, or bosom-Favourite, 141:09,740[A ]| Till store of Wine had made his secrets float, 141:09,741[A ]| And by$4$ that$6#2$ means they would sound his temper out: 141:09,742[A ]| It were well if Poets knew some way like$4$ this, 141:09,743[A ]| How to$9$ discern their friends from enemies. 141:09,744[A ]| Had you consulted learned Ben of old, 141:09,745[A ]| He would your faults impartially have told: 141:09,746@w | \"This Verse correction wants\ 141:09,746[A ]| (he would have said) 141:09,747@w | \And so$3$ does this:\ 141:09,747[A ]| If you replied, you had 141:09,748[A ]| To$4$ little purpose several trials made; 141:09,749[A ]| He presently would bid you strike a dash 141:09,750[A ]| On$4$ all, and put in$5$ better in$4$ the place: 141:09,751[A ]| But if he found you once a stubborn sot, 141:09,752[A ]| That$6#1$ would not be corrected in$4$ a fault; 141:09,753[A ]| He would no$2$ more his pains and counsel spend 141:09,754[A ]| On$4$ an abandoned Fool that$6#1$ scorned to$9$ mend, 141:09,755[A ]| But bid you in$4$ the Devil's name go on$5$, 141:09,756[A ]| And hug your dear impertinence alone. 141:09,757[A ]| A trusty knowing Friend will$1$ boldly dare 141:09,758[A ]| To$9$ give his sense and judgment, wheresoever 141:09,759[A ]| He sees a Fault: 141:09,759@w | \"Here, Sir, good faith you are low,\ 141:09,760@w | \And must some heightening on$4$ the place bestow:\ 141:09,761@w | \There, if you mind, the Rhyme is harsh and rough,\ 141:09,762@w | \And should be softened to$9$ go smoothlier off:\ 141:09,763@w | \Your strokes are here of Varnish left too bare,\ 141:09,764@w | \Your Colours there too thick laid on$5$ appear:\ 141:09,765@w | \Yon Metaphor is coarse, that$6#2$ Phrase not pure,\ 141:09,766@w | \This Word improper, and that$6#2$ sense obscure.\ 141:09,767[A ]| In$4$ fine, you will$1$ find him a strict Censurer, 141:09,768[A ]| That$6#1$ will$1$ not your least negligences spare 141:09,769[A ]| Through a vain fear of disobliging you: 141:09,770[A ]| They are but slight and trivial things, it is true: 141:09,771[A ]| Yet these same Trifles (take a Poet's word) 141:09,772[A ]| Matter of high importance will$1$ afford, 141:09,773[A ]| Whenever by$4$ means of them you come to$9$ be 141:09,774[A ]| Exposed to$4$ Laughter, Scorn and Infamy. 141:09,775[A ]| Not those with \Lord have mercy\ on$4$ their doors, 141:09,776[A ]| Venom of Adders, or infected Whores, 141:09,777[A ]| Are dreaded worse by$4$ men of sense and Wit, 141:09,778[A ]| Than a mad Scribbler in$4$ his raving fit: 141:09,779[A ]| Like$4$ Dog, whose tail is pegged into a bone, 141:09,780[A ]| The hooting Rabble all about the Town, 141:09,781[A ]| Pursue the Cur, and pelt him up$5$ and down. 141:09,782[A ]| Should this poor Frantic, as he pass along, 141:09,783[A ]| Intent on$4$ his Rhiming work amidst the throng, 141:09,784[A ]| Into Fleet-Ditch, or some deep Cellar fall, 141:09,785[A ]| And till he rent his throat for$4$ succour bawl, 141:09,786[A ]| Noone would lend an helping hand at call: 141:09,787[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ (the Plague!) could guess at his design, 141:09,788[A ]| Whether he did not for$4$ the nonce drop in$5$? 141:09,789[A ]| I would tell you, Sir, but questionless you have heard 141:09,790[A ]| Of the odd end of a Sicilian Bard: 141:09,791[A ]| Fond to$9$ be deemed a god, this fool (it seems) 141:09,792[A ]| In$4$ his fit leapt headlong into Aetna's Flames. 141:09,793[A ]| Troth, I could be content an Act might pass, 141:09,794[A ]| Such poets should have leave, whenever they please, 141:09,795[A ]| To$9$ die, and rid us of our Grievances: 141:09,796[A ]| In$4$ God's name let them hang, or drown, or choose 141:09,797[A ]| What other way they will$1$ themselves dispose, 141:09,798[A ]| Why should we life against their wills impose? 141:09,799[A ]| Might that$6#2$ same fool I mentioned, now revive, 141:09,800[A ]| He would not be reclaimed, I dare believe, 141:09,801[A ]| But soon be playing his old freaks again, 141:09,802[A ]| And still the same capricious hopes retain. 141:09,803[A ]| It is hard to$9$ guess, and harder to$9$ allege 141:09,804[A ]| Whether for$4$ Parricide, or Sacrilege, 141:09,805[A ]| Or some more strange, unknown, and horrid crime, 141:09,806[A ]| Done in$4$ their own, or their Fore-fathers time, 141:09,807[A ]| These scribling Wretches have been damned to$4$ Rhyme: 141:09,808[A ]| But certain it is, for$4$ such a crack-brained race 141:09,809[A ]| Bedlam, or Hogsdon is the fittest place: 141:09,810[A ]| Without their Keepers you had better choose 141:09,811[A ]| To$9$ meet the Lions of the Tower broke loose, 141:09,812[A ]| Than these wild savage Rhymers in$4$ the street, 141:09,813[A ]| Who$6#1$ with their Verses worry all they meet: 141:09,814[A ]| In$4$ vain you would release yourself; so$5#1$ close 141:09,815[A ]| The Leeches cleave, that$3$ there is no$2$ getting loose. 141:09,816[A ]| Remorseless they to$4$ no$2$ entreaties yield, 141:09,817[A ]| Till you are with inhuman non-sense killed. 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. 141:11,000@@@@@| 141:11,000[' ]| 141:11,000[' ]| 141:11,000[' ]| 141:11,000[' ]| 141:11,000[' ]| 141:11,001[A ]| I mourn Adonis, fair Adonis dead, 141:11,002[A ]| He is dead, and all that$6#1$ is lovely, with him fled: 141:11,003[A ]| Come all ye Loves, come hither and bemoan 141:11,004[A ]| The charming sweet Adonis dead and gone: 141:11,005[A ]| Rise from thy Purple Bed, and rich Alcove, 141:11,006[A ]| Throw off thy gay attire, great Queen of Love: 141:11,007[A ]| Henceforth in$4$ sad and mournful weeds appear, 141:11,008[A ]| And all the marks of grief and sorrow wear, 141:11,009[A ]| And tear thy locks, and beat thy panting breast, 141:11,010[A ]| And cry, My dear Adonis is deceast. 141:11,011[A ]| I mourn Adonis, the soft Loves bemoan 141:11,012[A ]| The gentle sweet Adonis dead and gone. 141:11,013[A ]| On$4$ the cold Mountain lies the wretched Youth, 141:11,014[A ]| Killed by$4$ a Savage Boar's unpitying tooth: 141:11,015[A ]| In$4$ his white thigh the fatal stroke is found, 141:11,016[A ]| Not whiter was that$6#2$ tooth, that$6#1$ gave the wound: 141:11,017[A ]| From the wide wound fast flows the streaming gore, 141:11,018[A ]| And stains that$6#2$ skin which$6#1$ was all snow before: 141:11,019[A ]| His breath with quick short tremblings comes and goes, 141:11,020[A ]| And Death his fainting eyes begins to$9$ close: 141:11,021[A ]| From his pale lips the ruddy colour is fled, 141:11,022[A ]| Fled, and has left his kisses cold and dead: 141:11,023[A ]| Yet Venus never will$1$ his kisses leave, 141:11,024[A ]| The Goddess ever to$4$ his lips will$1$ cleave: 141:11,025[A ]| The kiss of her dear Youth does please her still, 141:11,026[A ]| But her poor Youth does not the pleasure feel: 141:11,027[A ]| Dead he feels not her love, feels not her grief, 141:11,028[A ]| Feels not her kiss, which$6#1$ might even life retrive. 141:11,029[A ]| I mourn Adonis, the sad Loves bemoan 141:11,030[A ]| The comely fair Adonis dead and gone. 141:11,031[A ]| Deep in$4$ his Thigh, deep went the killing smart, 141:11,032[A ]| But deeper far it goes in$4$ Venus heart: 141:11,033[A ]| His faithful Dogs about the Mountain yell, 141:11,034[A ]| And the hard fate of their dead Master tell: 141:11,035[A ]| The troubled Nymphs alike in$4$ doleful strains 141:11,036[A ]| Proclaim his death through all the Fields and Plains: 141:11,037[A ]| But the sad Goddess, most of all forlorn, 141:11,038[A ]| With love distracted, and with sorrow torn, 141:11,039[A ]| Wild in$4$ her look, and rueful in$4$ her air, 141:11,040[A ]| With garments rent, and with dishevelled hair, 141:11,041[A ]| Through Brakes, through Thickets, and through pathless ways, 141:11,042[A ]| Through Woods, through Haunts and Dens of Savages, 141:11,043[A ]| Undressed, unshod, careless of Honour, Fame, 141:11,044[A ]| And Danger, flies, and calls on$4$ his loved name. 141:11,045[A ]| Rude Brambles, as she goes, her body tear, 141:11,046[A ]| And her cut feet with blood the stones besmear. 141:11,047[A ]| She thoughtless of the unfelt smart flies on$5$, 141:11,048[A ]| And fills the Woods and Valleys with her moan, 141:11,049[A ]| Loudly does on$4$ the Stars and Fates complain, 141:11,050[A ]| And prays them give Adonis back again: 141:11,051[A ]| But he, alas; the wretched Youth, alas! 141:11,052[A ]| Lies cold and stiff, extended on$4$ the grass: 141:11,053[A ]| There lies he steeped in$4$ gore, there lies he drowned 141:11,054[A ]| In$4$ purple streams, that$6#1$ gush from his own wound. 141:11,055[A ]| All the soft band of Loves their Mother mourn, 141:11,056[A ]| At once of beauty, and of love forlorn. 141:11,057[A ]| Venus has lost her Lover, and each grace, 141:11,058[A ]| That$6#1$ sat before in$4$ triumph in$4$ her face, 141:11,059[A ]| By$4$ grief chased thence, has now forsook the place. 141:11,060[A ]| That$6#2$ day which$6#1$ snatched Adonis from her arms, 141:11,061[A ]| That$6#2$ day bereft the Goddess of her charms. 141:11,062[A ]| The Woods and Trees in$4$ murmuring sighs bemoan 141:11,063[A ]| The fate of her Adonis dead and gone. 141:11,064[A ]| The Rivers too, as if they would deplore 141:11,065[A ]| His death, with grief swell higher than before: 141:11,066[A ]| The flowers weep in$4$ tears of dreary dew, 141:11,067[A ]| And by$4$ their drooping heads their sorrow shew: 141:11,068[A ]| But most the Cyprian Queen with shrieks and groans, 141:11,069[A ]| Fills all the neighbouring Hills, and Vales, and Towns: 141:11,070[A ]| The poor Adonis dead! is all her cry, 141:11,071[A ]| Adonis dead! sad Echo does reply. 141:11,072[A ]| What cruel heart would not the Queen of Love 141:11,073[A ]| To$4$ melting tears, and soft compassion move, 141:11,074[A ]| When she saw how her wretched Lover fell, 141:11,075[A ]| Saw his deep wound, saw it incurable? 141:11,076[A ]| Soon as her eyes his bleeding wound surveyed, 141:11,077[A ]| With eager clips she did his limbs invade, 141:11,078[A ]| And these soft, tender, mournful things she said: 141:11,079@b | "Whither, O whither fliest thou, wretched Boy, 141:11,080@b | Stay my Adonis, stay my only joy, 141:11,081@b | O stay, unhappy Youth, at least till I 141:11,082@b | With one kind word bespeak thee, before thou die, 141:11,083@b | Till I once more embrace thee, till I seal 141:11,084@b | Upon$4$ thy dying lips my last farewell. 141:11,085@b | Look up$5$ one minute, give one parting kiss, 141:11,086@b | One kiss, dear Youth, to$9$ dry these flowing eyes: 141:11,087@b | One kiss as thy last legacy I would fain 141:11,088@b | Preserve, no$2$ God shall take it off again. 141:11,089@b | Kiss, while I watch thy swimming eye-balls roll, 141:11,090@b | Watch thy last gasp, and catch thy springing soul. 141:11,091@b | I will$1$ suck it in$5$, I will$1$ hoard it in$4$ my heart, 141:11,092@b | I with that$6#2$ sacred pledge will$1$ never part. 141:11,093@b | But thou wilt part, but thou art gone, far gone 141:11,094@b | To$4$ the dark shades, and leavest me here alone. 141:11,095@b | Thou dyest, but hopeless I must suffer life, 141:11,096@b | Must pine away with easeless endless grief. 141:11,097@b | Why was I born a Goddess? why was I 141:11,098@b | Made such a wretch to$9$ want the power to$9$ die? 141:11,099@b | If I by$4$ death my sorrows might redress, 141:11,100@b | If the cold Grave could to$4$ my pains give ease; 141:11,101@b | I would gladly die, I would rather nothing be 141:11,102@b | Than thus condemned to$4$ immortality: 141:11,103@b | In$4$ that$6#2$ vast empty void, and boundless waste, 141:11,104@b | We mind not what is to$9$ come, nor what is past. 141:11,105@b | Of life, or death we know no$2$ difference, 141:11,106@b | Nor hopes, nor fears at all affect our sense: 141:11,107@b | But those who$6#1$ are of pleasure once bereft, 141:11,108@b | And must survive, are most unhappy left: 141:11,109@b | To$4$ ravenous sorrow they are left a prey, 141:11,110@b | Nor can they ever drive despair away. 141:11,111@b | Take, cruel Proserpine, take my my loved Boy, 141:11,112@b | Rich with my spoils, do thou my loss enjoy. 141:11,113@b | Take him relentless Goddess, for$4$ thy own, 141:11,114@b | Never till now wast thou my envy grown. 141:11,115@b | Hard fate! that$3$ thus the best of things must be 141:11,116@b | Always the plunder of the Grave, and thee: 141:11,117@b | The Grave, and thou now all my hopes engross, 141:11,118@b | And I forever must Adonis lose. 141:11,119@b | Thou art dead, alas! alas! my Youth, thou art dead, 141:11,120@b | And with thee all my pleasures too are fled: 141:11,121@b | They are all like$4$ fleeting vanished dreams passed over, 141:11,122@b | And nought but the remembrance left in$4$ store, 141:11,123@b | Of tasted joys never to$9$ be tasted more: 141:11,124@b | With thee my Cestos, all my charms are gone, 141:11,125@b | Thy Venus must thy absence ever moan, 141:11,126@b | And spend the tedious live-long nights alone. 141:11,127@b | Ah! heedless Boy, why wouldst thou rashly choose 141:11,128@b | Thyself to$4$ dangerous pleasures to$9$ expose? 141:11,129@b | Why wouldst thou hunt? why wouldst thou any more 141:11,130@b | Venture with Dogs to$9$ chase the foaming Boar? 141:11,131@b | Thou wast all fair to$4$ mine, to$4$ human eyes, 141:11,132@b | But not (alas!) to$4$ those wild Savages. 141:11,133@b | One would have thought thy sweetness might have charmed 141:11,134@b | The roughest kind, the fiercest rage disarmed: 141:11,135@b | Mine (I am sure) it could; but woe is thee! 141:11,136@b | All wear not eyes, all wear not breasts like$4$ me. 141:11,137[A ]| In$4$ such sad words the Dame her grief did vent, 141:11,138[A ]| While the winged Loves kept time with her complaint: 141:11,139[A ]| As many drops of Blood as from the wound 141:11,140[A ]| Of slain Adonis fell upon$4$ the ground, 141:11,141[A ]| So$5#1$ many tears, and more you might have told, 141:11,142[A ]| That$6#1$ down the cheeks of weeping Venus rolled: 141:11,143[A ]| Both tears and blood to$4$ new-born flowers give rise, 141:11,144[A ]| Hence Roses spring, and thence Anemones. 141:11,145[A ]| Cease, Venus, in$4$ the Woods to$9$ mourn thy Love, 141:11,146[A ]| Thou hast vented sighs, thou hast lavished tears enough: 141:11,147[A ]| See! Goddess, where a glorious bed of State 141:11,148[A ]| Does ready for$4$ thy dear Adonis wait: 141:11,149[A ]| This bed was once the Scene of Love and Joy, 141:11,150[A ]| But now must bear thy wretched, murdered Boy: 141:11,151[A ]| There lies he, like$4$ a pale and withered Flower, 141:11,152[A ]| Which$6#1$ some rude hand had cropped before its hour: 141:11,153[A ]| Yet smiles and beauties still live in$4$ his face, 141:11,154[A ]| Which$6#1$ death can never frighten from their place. 141:11,155[A ]| There let him lie upon$4$ that$6#2$ conscious bed, 141:11,156[A ]| Where you love's mysteries so$5#1$ oft have tried: 141:11,157[A ]| Where you have enjoyed so$5#1$ many an happy night, 141:11,158[A ]| Each lengthened into ages of delight. 141:11,159[A ]| There let him lie, there heaps of Flowers strow, 141:11,160[A ]| Roses and Lilies store upon$4$ him throw, 141:11,161[A ]| And myrtle Garlands lavishly bestow: 141:11,162[A ]| Pour Myrrh, and Balm, and costliest Ointments on$5$, 141:11,163[A ]| Flowers are faded, Ointments worthless grown, 141:11,164[A ]| Now thy Adonis, now thy Youth is gone, 141:11,165[A ]| Who$6#1$ was all sweetnesses comprised in$4$ one. 141:11,166[A ]| In$4$ Purple wrapped, Adonis lies in$4$ state, 141:11,167[A ]| A troop of mourning Loves about him wait: 141:11,168[A ]| Each does some mark of their kind sorrow show, 141:11,169[A ]| One breaks his shaft, the other unstrings his Bow, 141:11,170[A ]| A third upon$4$ his Quiver wreaks his hate, 141:11,171[A ]| As the sad causes of his hasty fate: 141:11,172[A ]| This plucks his bloody garments off, that$6#2$ brings 141:11,173[A ]| Water in$4$ Vessels from the neighbouring Springs, 141:11,174[A ]| Some wash his Wound, some fan him with their Wings: 141:11,175[A ]| All equally their Mother's loss bemoan, 141:11,176[A ]| All moan for$4$ poor Adonis dead and gone. 141:11,177[A ]| Sad Hymen too the fatal loss does mourn, 141:11,178[A ]| His Tapers all to$4$ Funeral Tapers turn, 141:11,179[A ]| And all his withered Nuptial Garlands burn: 141:11,180[A ]| His gay and airy Songs are heard no$2$ more, 141:11,181[A ]| But mournful Strains, that$6#2$ hopeless love deplore. 141:11,182[A ]| Nor do the Graces fail to$9$ bear a part 141:11,183[A ]| With wretched Venus in$4$ her pain and smart: 141:11,184[A ]| The poor Adonis dead! by$4$ turns they cry, 141:11,185[A ]| And strive in$4$ grief the Goddess to$9$ out-vie. 141:11,186[A ]| The Muses too in$4$ softest lays bewail 141:11,187[A ]| The hapless Youth, and his fled Soul recall: 141:11,188[A ]| But all in$4$ vain; ~~ ah! numbers are too weak 141:11,189[A ]| To$9$ call the lost, the dead Adonis back: 141:11,190[A ]| Not all the powers of Verse, or charms of Love 141:11,191[A ]| The deaf remorseless Proserpine can move. 141:11,192[A ]| Cease then, sad Queen of Love, thy plaints give over, 141:11,193[A ]| Till the next year reserve thy grief in$4$ store: 141:11,194[A ]| Reserve thy Sighs and tears in$4$ store till then, 141:11,195[A ]| Then thou must sigh, then thou must weep again. 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. 141:13,000@@@@@| 141:13,000[' ]| 141:13,000[' ]| 141:13,000[' ]| 141:13,000[' ]| 141:13,001[A ]| Dull and unthinking! hadst thou none but me 141:13,002[A ]| To$9$ plague and urge to$4$ thine own Infamy? 141:13,003[A ]| Had I some tame and shrinking Author been, 141:13,004[A ]| Whose Muse to$4$ Love and softness did incline, 141:13,005[A ]| Some small Adventurer in$4$ Song, that$6#1$ whines 141:13,006[A ]| Phyllis and Chloris out in$4$ charming lines 141:13,007[A ]| Fit to$9$ divert mine Hostess, and mislead 141:13,008[A ]| The heart of some poor tawdry Waiting-maid; 141:13,009[A ]| Perhaps I might have then forgiven thee, 141:13,010[A ]| And thou hadst escaped from my Resentments free. 141:13,011[A ]| But I, whom spleen, and manly rage inspire, 141:13,012[A ]| Brook no$2$ Affront, at each Offence take fire: 141:13,013[A ]| Born to$9$ chastise the Vices of the Age, 141:13,014[A ]| Which$6#1$ Pulpits dare not, nor the very Stage, 141:13,015[A ]| Sworn to$9$ lash Knaves of all degrees, and spare 141:13,016[A ]| None of the kind, however great they are: 141:13,017[A ]| Satire is my only Province and delight, 141:13,018[A ]| For$4$ whose dear sake alone I have vowed to$9$ write: 141:13,019[A ]| For$4$ this I seek Occasions, court Abuse, 141:13,020[A ]| To$9$ shew my Parts, and signalize my Muse: 141:13,021[A ]| Fond of a quarrel as young Bullies are 141:13,022[A ]| To$9$ make their mettle and their skill appear. 141:13,023[A ]| And didst thou think, I would a Wrong acquit, 141:13,024[A ]| That$6#1$ touched my tenderest part of Honour, Wit? 141:13,025[A ]| No$2$ Villain, may my Sins never pardoned be 141:13,026[A ]| By$4$ Heaven itself, if ever I pardon thee. 141:13,027[A ]| Members from breach of Privilege deter 141:13,028[A ]| By$4$ threatening Topham and a Messenger: 141:13,029[A ]| Scroggs and the Brothers of the Coif oppose 141:13,030[A ]| The force and dint, of Statutes and the Laws: 141:13,031[A ]| Strumpets of Bilinsgate redress their wrongs 141:13,032[A ]| By$4$ the sole Noise and foulness of their Tongues: 141:13,033[A ]| And I go always armed for$4$ my defence, 141:13,034[A ]| To$9$ punish and revenge an Insolence: 141:13,035[A ]| I wear my Pen, as others do their Sword, 141:13,036[A ]| To$4$ each affronting Sot, I meet, the word 141:13,037[A ]| Is satisfaction; strait to$4$ Thrusts I go 141:13,038[A ]| And pointed Satire runs him through and through. 141:13,039[A ]| Perhaps thou hopedst that$3$ thy Obscurity 141:13,040[A ]| Should be thy safeguard, and secure thee free: 141:13,041[A ]| No$7$, Wretch, I mean from thence to$9$ fetch thee out, 141:13,042[A ]| Like$4$ sentenced Felons to$9$ be dragged about. 141:13,043[A ]| Torn, mangled, and exposed to$4$ scorn and shame 141:13,044[A ]| I mean to$9$ hang and gibbet up$5$ thy Name: 141:13,045[A ]| If thou to$9$ live in$4$ Satire so$5#1$ much thirst; 141:13,046[A ]| Enjoy thy Wish and Fame, till Envy burst, 141:13,047[A ]| Renowned as he, whom banished Ovid cursed, 141:13,048[A ]| Or he, whom old Archilochus so$5#1$ stung 141:13,049[A ]| In$4$ Verse, that$3$ he for$4$ shame and madness hung: 141:13,050[A ]| Deathless in$4$ Infamy do thou so$5#2$ live, 141:13,051[A ]| And let my Rage like$4$ his to$4$ Halters drive. 141:13,052[A ]| Thou thoughtst perhaps my Gall was spent and gone 141:13,053[A ]| My Venom drained, and I a senseless Drone: 141:13,054[A ]| Thou thoughtst I had no$2$ Curses left in$4$ store, 141:13,055[A ]| But to$4$ thy sorrow know and find, I have more: 141:13,056[A ]| More, and more dreadful yet, able to$9$ scare 141:13,057[A ]| Like$4$ Hell, and urge to$4$ Daggers and Despair: 141:13,058[A ]| Such, thou shalt feel, are still reserved by$4$ me 141:13,059[A ]| To$9$ vex and force thee to$4$ thy Destiny: 141:13,060[A ]| Since thou hast braved my Vengeance thus, prepare 141:13,061[A ]| And tremble from my Pen thy Doom to$9$ hear. 141:13,062[A ]| Thou, who$6#1$ with spurious Nonsense durst profane 141:13,063[A ]| The genuine Issue of a Poet's brain, 141:13,064[A ]| Mayst thou hereafter never deal in$4$ Verse, 141:13,065[A ]| But what hoarse Bellmen in$4$ their Walks rehearse, 141:13,066[A ]| Or Smithfield Audience sung on$4$ Crickets hearse. 141:13,067[A ]| Mayst thou print Howard, or some duller Ass, 141:13,068[A ]| Jordan, or Him, that$6#1$ wrote Dutch Hudibrass, 141:13,069[A ]| Or next vile Scribbler of the House, whose Play 141:13,070[A ]| Will$1$ scarce for$4$ Candles and their Snuffing pay. 141:13,071[A ]| May you each other curse; thyself undone, 141:13,072[A ]| And He the laughing-stock of all the Town. 141:13,073[A ]| Mayst thou never rise to$4$ History, but what 141:13,074[A ]| Poor Grubstreet penny Chronicles relate, 141:13,075[A ]| Memoirs of Tyburn and the mournful state 141:13,076[A ]| Of Cutpurses in$4$ Holborn Cavalcade, 141:13,077[A ]| Till thou thyself be the same Subject made. 141:13,078[A ]| Compelled by$4$ want, mayst thou print Popery, 141:13,079[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ be the Cart's Arse and Pillory 141:13,080[A ]| Turnips and rotten Eggs thy Destiny, 141:13,081[A ]| Mauled worse than Reading, Christian, or Cellier, 141:13,082[A ]| Till thou daubed over with loathsome filth appear 141:13,083[A ]| Like$4$ Brat of some vile Drab, in$4$ Privy found, 141:13,084[A ]| Which$6#1$ there has lain three months in$4$ Ordure drowned. 141:13,085[A ]| The Plague of Poets, Rags and Poverty, 141:13,086[A ]| Debts, Writs, Arrests, and Sergeants light on$4$ thee; 141:13,087[A ]| For$4$ others bound, mayst thou to$4$ Durance go, 141:13,088[A ]| Condemned to$4$ Scraps and begging with a Shoe. 141:13,089[A ]| And mayst thou never from the Goal get free, 141:13,090[A ]| Till thou swear out thyself by$4$ Perjury. 141:13,091[A ]| Forlorn, abandoned, pitiless, and poor 141:13,092[A ]| As a pawned Cully, or a mortgaged Whore, 141:13,093[A ]| Mayst thou an Halter want for$4$ thy redress, 141:13,094[A ]| Forced to$9$ steal hemp to$9$ end thy miseries, 141:13,095[A ]| And damn thyself to$9$ balk the Hangman's Fees: 141:13,096[A ]| And may no$2$ saucy Fool have better fate 141:13,097[A ]| That$6#1$ dares pull down the vengeance of my Hate. 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. 141:15,000@@@@@| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,001[A ]| There is not one base Act, which$6#1$ Men commit, 141:15,002[A ]| But carries this ill sting along with it, 141:15,003[A ]| That$3$ to$4$ the Author it creates regret: 141:15,004[A ]| And this is some Revenge at least, that$3$ he 141:15,005[A ]| Can never acquit himself of Villainy, 141:15,006[A ]| Though a Bribed Judge and Jury set him free. 141:15,007[A ]| All people, Sir, abhor (as it is but just) 141:15,008[A ]| Your faithless Friend, who$6#1$ lately broke his Trust, 141:15,009[A ]| And curse the treacherous Deed: But, thanks to$4$ Fate, 141:15,010[A ]| That$6#1$ has not blessed you with so$5#1$ small Estate, 141:15,011[A ]| But that$6#2$ with patience you may bear the Cross, 141:15,012[A ]| And need not sink under so$5#1$ mean a Loss. 141:15,013[A ]| Besides your Case for$4$ less concern does call, 141:15,014[A ]| Because it is what does usually befall: 141:15,015[A ]| Ten thousand such might be alleged with ease, 141:15,016[A ]| Out of the common crowd of Instances. 141:15,017[A ]| Then cease for$4$ shame, immoderate regret, 141:15,018[A ]| And do not your Manhood and your Sense forget: 141:15,019[A ]| It is womanish and silly to$9$ lay forth 141:15,020[A ]| More cost in$4$ Grief than a Misfortune is worth. 141:15,021[A ]| You scarce can bear a puny trifling ill, 141:15,022[A ]| It goes so$5#1$ deep, pray Heaven! it does not kill: 141:15,023[A ]| And all this trouble, and this vain ado, 141:15,024[A ]| Because a Friend (forsooth) has proved untrue. 141:15,025[A ]| Shame on$4$ your Beard! can this so$5#1$ much amaze? 141:15,026[A ]| Were you not born in$4$ good King Jemmy's days? 141:15,027[A ]| And are not you at length yet wiser grown, 141:15,028[A ]| When threescore Winters on$4$ your head have snown? 141:15,029[A ]| Almighty Wisdom gives in$4$ holy Writ 141:15,030[A ]| Wholsome Advice to$4$ all, that$6#1$ follow it: 141:15,031[A ]| And those, that$6#1$ will$1$ not its great Counsels hear, 141:15,032[A ]| May learn from meet experience how to$9$ bear 141:15,033[A ]| (Without vain struggling) Fortune's yoke, and how 141:15,034[A ]| They ought her rudest shocks to$9$ undergo. 141:15,035[A ]| There is not a day so$5#1$ solemn through the year, 141:15,036[A ]| Not one red letter in$4$ the Calendar, 141:15,037[A ]| But we of some new Crime discovered hear. 141:15,038[A ]| Theft, Murder, Treason, Perjury, what not? 141:15,039[A ]| Moneys by$4$ Cheating, Padding, poisoning got. 141:15,040[A ]| Nor is it strange; so$5#1$ few are now the Good, 141:15,041[A ]| That$3$ fewer scarce were left at Noah's Flood: 141:15,042[A ]| Should Sodom's Angel here in$4$ Fire descend, 141:15,043[A ]| Our Nation wants ten Men to$9$ save the Land. 141:15,044[A ]| Fate has reserved us for$4$ the very Lees 141:15,045[A ]| Of Time, where Ill admits of no$2$ degrees: 141:15,046[A ]| And Age so$5#1$ bad old Poets never could frame, 141:15,047[A ]| Nor find a Metal out to$9$ give it a name. 141:15,048[A ]| This your Experience knows, and yet for$4$ all 141:15,049[A ]| On$4$ faith of God and Man aloud you call, 141:15,050[A ]| Louder than on$4$ Queen Besse's day the Rout 141:15,051[A ]| For$4$ Antichrist burnt in$4$ Effigy shout: 141:15,052[A ]| But tell me, Sir, tell me, grey-headed Boy, 141:15,053[A ]| Do you not know what Lechery men enjoy 141:15,054[A ]| In$4$ stolen Goods? For$4$ God's sake do not you see 141:15,055[A ]| How they all laugh at your simplicity, 141:15,056[A ]| When gravely you forewarn of Perjury? 141:15,057[A ]| Preach up$5$ a God and Hell, vain empty names, 141:15,058[A ]| Exploded now for$4$ idle threadbare shams, 141:15,059[A ]| Devised by$4$ Priests, and by$4$ none else believed, 141:15,060[A ]| Ever since great Hobbes the world has undeceived? 141:15,061[A ]| This might have passed with the plain simple Race 141:15,062[A ]| Of our Forefathers in$4$ King Arthur's days: 141:15,063[A ]| Before, mingling with corrupted foreign Seed, 141:15,064[A ]| We learnt their Vice, and spoiled our native Breed. 141:15,065[A ]| Before yet blessed Albion, high in$4$ ancient Fame, 141:15,066[A ]| With her first Innocence resigned her Name. 141:15,067[A ]| Fair dealing then, and downright Honesty, 141:15,068[A ]| And plighted Faith were good Security: 141:15,069[A ]| No$2$ vast Ingrossments for$4$ Estates were made, 141:15,070[A ]| Nor Deeds, large as the Lands, which$6#1$ they conveyed: 141:15,071[A ]| To$9$ bind a Trust there lacked no$2$ formal ties 141:15,072[A ]| Of Paper, Wax, and Seals, and Witnesses, 141:15,073[A ]| Nor ready Coin, but sterling Promises: 141:15,074[A ]| Each took the other's word, and that$6#2$ would go 141:15,075[A ]| For$4$ current then, and more than Oaths do now: 141:15,076[A ]| None had recourse to$4$ Chancery for$4$ defence, 141:15,077[A ]| Where you forego your Right with less Expense: 141:15,078[A ]| Nor traps were set up$5$ yet for$4$ Perjurers, 141:15,079[A ]| That$6#1$ catch men by$4$ the Heads, and whip off Ears. 141:15,080[A ]| Then Knave and Villain, things unheard of were, 141:15,081[A ]| Scarce in$4$ a Century did one appear, 141:15,082[A ]| And he more gazed at than a Blazing-Star: 141:15,083[A ]| If a young Stripling put not off his Hat 141:15,084[A ]| In$4$ high respect to$4$ every Beard he met, 141:15,085[A ]| Though a Lord's Son and Heir, it was held a crime, 141:15,086[A ]| That$6#1$ scarce deserved its Clergy in$4$ that$6#2$ time: 141:15,087[A ]| So$5#1$ venerable then was four year odds, 141:15,088[A ]| And grey old Heads were reverenced as Gods. 141:15,089[A ]| Now if a Friend once in$4$ an Age prove just, 141:15,090[A ]| If he miraculously keep his Trust, 141:15,091[A ]| And without force of Law deliver all 141:15,092[A ]| That$6#1$ is due, both Interest and Principal: 141:15,093[A ]| Prodigious wonder! fit for$4$ Stow to$9$ tell, 141:15,094[A ]| And stand recorded in$4$ the Chronicle; 141:15,095[A ]| A thing less memorable would require 141:15,096[A ]| As great a Monument as London Fire. 141:15,097[A ]| A man of Faith and Uprightness is grown 141:15,098[A ]| So$5#1$ strange a Creature both in$4$ Court and Town, 141:15,099[A ]| That$3$ he with Elephants may well be shown; 141:15,100[A ]| A Monster, more uncommon than a Whale 141:15,101[A ]| At Bridge, the last great Comet, or the Hail, 141:15,102[A ]| Than Thames his double Tide, or should he run 141:15,103[A ]| With Streams of Milk, or Blood to$4$ Gravesend down. 141:15,104[A ]| You are troubled that$3$ you have lost five hundred pound 141:15,105[A ]| By$4$ treacherous Fraud: another may be found, 141:15,106[A ]| Has lost a thousand: and another yet, 141:15,107[A ]| Double to$4$ that$6#2$; perhaps his whole Estate. 141:15,108[A ]| Little do folks the heavenly Powers mind, 141:15,109[A ]| If they but escape the knowledg of Mankind: 141:15,110[A ]| Observe, with how demure and grave a look 141:15,111[A ]| The Rascal lays his hand upon$4$ the Book: 141:15,112[A ]| Then with a praying Face, and lifted Eye 141:15,113[A ]| Claps on$4$ his Lips, and Seals the Perjury: 141:15,114[A ]| If you persist his Innocence to$9$ doubt, 141:15,115[A ]| And boggle in$4$ Belief; he will$1$ strait rap out 141:15,116[A ]| Oaths by$4$ the volley, each of which$6#1$ would make 141:15,117[A ]| Pale Atheists start, and trembling Bullies quake; 141:15,118[A ]| And more than would a whole Ship's crew maintain 141:15,119[A ]| To$4$ the East-Indies hence, and back again. 141:15,120@c | As God shall pardon me, Sir, I am free 141:15,121@c | Of what you charge me with: let me never see 141:15,122@c | His Face in$4$ Heaven else: may these hands rot, 141:15,123@c | These eyes drop out; if ever I had a Groat 141:15,124@c | Of yours, or if they ever touched, or saw it. 141:15,125[A ]| Thus he will$1$ run on$5$ two hours in$4$ length, till he 141:15,126[A ]| Spin out a Curse long as the Litany: 141:15,127[A ]| Till Heaven has scarce a Judgment left in$4$ store 141:15,128[A ]| For$4$ him to$9$ wish, deserve, or suffer more. 141:15,129[A ]| There are, who$6#1$ disavow all Providence, 141:15,130[A ]| And think the world is only steered by$4$ chance: 141:15,131[A ]| Make God at least an idle looker on$5$, 141:15,132[A ]| A lazy Monarch lolling in$4$ his Throne; 141:15,133[A ]| Who$6#1$ his Affairs does neither mind, or know, 141:15,134[A ]| But leaves them all at random here below: 141:15,135[A ]| And such at every foot themselves will$1$ damn, 141:15,136[A ]| And Oaths no$2$ more than common Breath esteem: 141:15,137[A ]| No$2$ shame, nor loss of Ears can frighten these, 141:15,138[A ]| Were every Street a Grove of Pillories. 141:15,139[A ]| Others there be, that$6#1$ own a God, and fear 141:15,140[A ]| His Vengeance to$9$ ensue, and yet forswear: 141:15,141[A ]| Thus to$4$ himself, says one, 141:15,141@c | Let Heaven decree 141:15,142@c | What Doom soever, its pleasure will$1$, of me: 141:15,143@c | Strike me with Blindness, Palsies, Leprosies, 141:15,144@c | Plague, Pox, Consumption, all the Maladies 141:15,145@c | Of both the Spittles; so$3$ I get my Prize, 141:15,146@c | And hold it sure; I will$1$ suffer these, and more; 141:15,147@c | All Plagues are light to$4$ that$6#2$ of being poor. 141:15,148@c | There is not a begging Cripple in$4$ the streets 141:15,149@c | (Unless he with his Limbs has lost his Wits, 141:15,150@c | And is grown fit for$4$ Bedlam) but no$2$ doubt, 141:15,151@c | To$9$ have his Wealth would have the Rich man's Gout. 141:15,152@c | Grant Heaven's Vengeance heavy be; what though? 141:15,153@c | The heaviest things move slowliest still we know: 141:15,154@c | And, if it punish all, that$6#1$ guilty be, 141:15,155@c | It will$1$ be an Age before it come to$4$ me: 141:15,156@c | God too is merciful, as well as just; 141:15,157@c | Therefore I will$1$ rather his forgiveness trust, 141:15,158@c | Than live despised and poor, as thus I must: 141:15,159@c | I will$1$ try, and hope, he is more a Gentleman 141:15,160@c | Than for$4$ such trivial things as these, to$9$ damn. 141:15,161@c | Besides, for$4$ the same Fact we have often known 141:15,162@c | One mount the Cart, another mount the Throne: 141:15,163@c | And foulest Deeds, attended with success, 141:15,164@c | No$2$ longer are reputed wickedness, 141:15,165@c | Disguised with Virtue's Livery and Dress. 141:15,166[A ]| With these weak Arguments they fortify 141:15,167[A ]| And harden up$5$ themselves in$4$ Villainy: 141:15,168[A ]| The Rascal now dares call you to$4$ account, 141:15,169[A ]| And in$4$ what Court you please, join issue on$4$ it: 141:15,170[A ]| Next Term he will$1$ bring the Action to$9$ be tried, 141:15,171[A ]| And twenty Witnesses to$9$ swear on$4$ his side: 141:15,172[A ]| And, if that$3$ Justice to$4$ his Cause be found, 141:15,173[A ]| Expects a Verdict of five hundred pound. 141:15,174[A ]| Thus he, who$6#1$ boldly dares the Guilt out-face, 141:15,175[A ]| For$4$ innocent shall with the Rabble pass: 141:15,176[A ]| While you, with Impudence and sham run down, 141:15,177[A ]| Are only thought the Knave by$4$ all the Town. 141:15,178[A ]| Mean time, poor you at Heaven exclaim and rail, 141:15,179[A ]| Louder than J*** at the Bar does bawl: 141:15,180@b | Is there a Power above? and does he hear? 141:15,181@b | And can he tamely Thunderbolts forbear? 141:15,182@b | To$4$ what vain end do we with Prayers adore? 141:15,183@b | And on$4$ our bended knees his aid implore? 141:15,184@b | Where is his Rule, if no$2$ respect be had, 141:15,185@b | Of Innocence, or Guilt, of Good, or Bad? 141:15,186@b | And who$6#2$ henceforth will$1$ any credit show 141:15,187@b | To$4$ what his lying Priests teach here below? 141:15,188@b | If this be Providence; for$4$ ought I see, 141:15,189@b | Blessed Saint, Vaninus! I shall follow thee: 141:15,190@b | Little is the odds betwixt such a God, and that$6#2$, 141:15,191@b | Which$6#1$ Atheist Lewis used to$9$ wear in$4$ his Hat. 141:15,192[A ]| Thus you blaspheme and rave: But pray, Sir, try 141:15,193[A ]| What Comforts my weak Reason can apply, 141:15,194[A ]| Who$6#1$ never yet read Plutarch, hardly saw, 141:15,195[A ]| And am but meanly versed in$4$ Seneca. 141:15,196[A ]| In$4$ cases dangerous and hard of cure 141:15,197[A ]| We have recourse to$4$ Scarborough, or Lower: 141:15,198[A ]| But if they do not so$5#1$ desperate appear, 141:15,199[A ]| We trust to$4$ meaner Doctors' skill and care. 141:15,200[A ]| If there were never in$4$ the world before 141:15,201[A ]| So$5#1$ foul a deed; I am dumb, not one word more: 141:15,202[A ]| In$4$ God's name then let both your sluices flow, 141:15,203[A ]| And all the extravagance of sorrow show; 141:15,204[A ]| And tear your Hair, and thump your mournful Breast, 141:15,205[A ]| As if your dearest First-born were deceased. 141:15,206[A ]| It is granted that$3$ a greater Grief attends 141:15,207[A ]| Departed Moneys than departed Friends: 141:15,208[A ]| None ever counterfeits upon$4$ this score, 141:15,209[A ]| Nor need he do it; the thought of being poor 141:15,210[A ]| Will$1$ serve alone to$9$ make the eyes run over. 141:15,211[A ]| Lost Money is grieved with true unfeigned Tears, 141:15,212[A ]| More true, than Sorrow of expecting Heirs 141:15,213[A ]| At their dead Father's Funerals, though here 141:15,214[A ]| The Back and Hands no$2$ pompous Mourning wear. 141:15,215[A ]| But if the like$2$ Complaints be daily found 141:15,216[A ]| At Westminster, and in$4$ all Courts abound; 141:15,217[A ]| If Bonds and Obligations can not prevail, 141:15,218[A ]| But Men deny their very Hand and Seal, 141:15,219[A ]| Signed with the Arms of the whole Pedigree 141:15,220[A ]| Of their dead Ancestors to$9$ vouch the Lie, 141:15,221[A ]| If Temple-Walks, and Smithfield never fail 141:15,222[A ]| Of plying Rogues, that$6#1$ set their Souls to$4$ sale 141:15,223[A ]| To$4$ the first Passenger, that$6#1$ bids a price, 141:15,224[A ]| And make their livelihood of Perjuries; 141:15,225[A ]| For$4$ God's sake why are you so$5#1$ delicate, 141:15,226[A ]| And think it hard to$9$ share the common Fate? 141:15,227[A ]| And why must you alone be Favourite thought 141:15,228[A ]| Of Heaven, and we for$4$ Reprobates cast out? 141:15,229[A ]| The wrong you bear, is hardly worth regard, 141:15,230[A ]| Much less your just resentment, if compared 141:15,231[A ]| With greater out-rages to$4$ others done, 141:15,232[A ]| Which$6#1$ daily happen, and alarm the Town: 141:15,233[A ]| Compare the Villains who$6#1$ cut Throats for$4$ Bread, 141:15,234[A ]| Or Houses fire, of late a gainful Trade, 141:15,235[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ our City was in$4$ Ashes laid: 141:15,236[A ]| Compare the sacrilegious Burglary, 141:15,237[A ]| From which$6#1$ no$2$ place can Sanctuary be, 141:15,238[A ]| That$6#1$ rifles Churches of Communion-Plate, 141:15,239[A ]| Which$6#1$ good King Edward's days did dedicate: 141:15,240[A ]| Think, who$6#1$ durst steal S%*Alban's Font of Brass, 141:15,241[A ]| That$6#1$ Christened half the Royal Scottish Race: 141:15,242[A ]| Who$6#1$ stole the Chalices at Chichester, 141:15,243[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ themselves received the day before: 141:15,244[A ]| Or that$6#2$ bold daring Hand, of fresh Renown, 141:15,245[A ]| Who$6#1$, scorning common Booty, stole a Crown: 141:15,246[A ]| Compare too, if you please, the horrid Plot, 141:15,247[A ]| With all the Perjuries to$9$ make it out, 141:15,248[A ]| Or make it nothing, for$4$ these last three years; 141:15,249[A ]| Add to$4$ it Thinne's and Godfrey's Murderers: 141:15,250[A ]| And if these seem but slight and trivial things, 141:15,251[A ]| Add those, that$6#1$ have, and would have murdered Kings. 141:15,252[A ]| And yet how little is this of Villainy 141:15,253[A ]| To$4$ what our Judges oft in$4$ one day try? 141:15,264[A ]| This to$9$ convince you, do but travel down, 141:15,255[A ]| When the next Circuit comes, with Pemberton, 141:15,256[A ]| Or any of the Twelve, and there but mind, 141:15,257[A ]| How many Rogues there are of Human kind, 141:15,258[A ]| And let me hear you, when you are back again, 141:15,259[A ]| Say, you are wronged, and, if you dare, complain. 141:15,260[A ]| None wonder, who$6#1$ in$4$ Essex Hundreds live, 141:15,261[A ]| Or Sheppy Island, to$9$ have Agues rife: 141:15,262[A ]| Nor would you think it much in$4$ Africa, 141:15,263[A ]| If you great Lips, and short flat Noses saw: 141:15,264[A ]| Because it is so$5#2$ by$4$ Nature of each place; 141:15,265[A ]| And therefore there for$4$ no$2$ strange things they pass. 141:15,266[A ]| In$4$ Lands, where Pigmies are, to$9$ see a Crane 141:15,267[A ]| (As Kites do Chickens here) sweep up$5$ a Man 141:15,268[A ]| In$4$ Armour clad, with us would make a show, 141:15,269[A ]| And serve for$4$ entertain at Bartholmew: 141:15,270[A ]| Yet there it goes for$4$ no$2$ great Prodigy, 141:15,271[A ]| Where the whole Nation is but one foot high: 141:15,272[A ]| Then why, fond Man, should you so$5#1$ much admire, 141:15,273[A ]| Since Knave is of our growth, and common here? 141:15,274@b | But must such Perjury escape 141:15,274[A ]| (say you) 141:15,275@b | And shall it ever thus unpunished go? 141:15,276[A ]| Grant, he were dragged to$4$ Jail this very hour, 141:15,277[A ]| To$9$ starve and rot; suppose it in$4$ your Power 141:15,278[A ]| To$9$ rack and torture him all kinds of ways, 141:15,279[A ]| To$9$ hang, or burn, or kill him, as you please; 141:15,280[A ]| (And what would your Revenge itself have more?) 141:15,281[A ]| Yet this, all this would not your Cash restore: 141:15,282[A ]| And where would be the Comfort, where the Good, 141:15,283[A ]| If you could wash your Hands in$4$ his reeking Blood? 141:15,284[A ]| But, Oh, Revenge more sweet than Life! It is true, 141:15,285[A ]| So$5#2$ the unthinking say, and the mad Crew 141:15,286[A ]| Of hectoring Blades, who$6#1$ for$4$ slight cause, or none, 141:15,287[A ]| At every turn are into Passion blown: 141:15,288[A ]| Whom the least Trifles with Revenge inspire, 141:15,289[A ]| And at each spark, like$4$ Gun-powder, take fire: 141:15,290[A ]| These unprovoked kill the next Man they meet, 141:15,291[A ]| For$4$ being so$5#1$ saucy, as to$9$ walk the street; 141:15,292[A ]| And at the summons of each tiny Drab, 141:15,293[A ]| Cry, Damme! Satisfaction! draw and stab. 141:15,294[A ]| Not so$5#2$ of old, the mild good Socrates, 141:15,295[A ]| (Who$6#1$ shewed how high without the help of Grace, 141:15,296[A ]| Well-cultivated Nature might be wrought) 141:15,297[A ]| He a more noble way of suffering taught, 141:15,298[A ]| And, though he Guiltless drank the poisonous Dose, 141:15,299[A ]| Never wished a drop to$4$ his accusing Foes. 141:15,300[A ]| Not so$5#2$ our great good Martyred King of late 141:15,301[A ]| (Could we his blessed Example imitate) 141:15,302[A ]| Who$6#1$, though the greatest of mortal sufferers, 141:15,303[A ]| Yet kind to$4$ his rebellious Murderers, 141:15,304[A ]| Forgave, and blessed them with his dying Prayers. 141:15,305[A ]| Thus, we by$4$ sound Divinity, and Sense 141:15,306[A ]| May purge our minds, and weed all Errors thence: 141:15,307[A ]| These lead us into right, nor shall we need 141:15,308[A ]| Other than them through Life to$9$ be our Guide. 141:15,309[A ]| Revenge is but a Frailty, incident 141:15,310[A ]| To$4$ crazed and sickly minds, the poor Content 141:15,311[A ]| Of little Souls, unable to$9$ surmount 141:15,312[A ]| An Injury, too weak to$9$ bear Affront: 141:15,313[A ]| And this you may infer, because we find, 141:15,314[A ]| It is most in$4$ poor unthinking Woman-kind, 141:15,315[A ]| Who$6#1$ wreak their feeble spite on$4$ all they can, 141:15,316[A ]| And are more kin to$4$ Brute than braver Man. 141:15,317[A ]| But why should you imagine, Sir, that$3$ those 141:15,318[A ]| Escape unpunished, who$6#1$ still feel the Throes 141:15,319[A ]| And Pangs of a racked Soul, and (which$6#1$ is worse 141:15,320[A ]| Than all the Pains, which$6#1$ can the Body curse) 141:15,321[A ]| The secret gnawings of unseen Remorse? 141:15,322[A ]| Believe it, they suffer greater Punishment 141:15,323[A ]| Than Rome's Inquisitor's could ever invent: 141:15,324[A ]| Nor all the Tortures, Racks, and Cruelties, 141:15,325[A ]| Which$6#1$ ancient Persecutors could devise, 141:15,326[A ]| Nor all, that$6#1$ Fox his Bloody Records tell, 141:15,327[A ]| Can match what Bradshaw and Ravilliac feel, 141:15,328[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ their Breasts carry about their Hell. 141:15,329[A ]| I have read this Story, but I know not where, 141:15,330[A ]| Whether in$4$ Hackwel, or Beard's Theatre: 141:15,331[A ]| A certain Spartan, whom a Friend, like$4$ you, 141:15,332[A ]| Had trusted with a Hundred pound or two, 141:15,333[A ]| Went to$4$ the Oracle to$9$ know if he 141:15,334[A ]| With safety might the Sum in$4$ trust deny. 141:15,335[A ]| It was answered, No$7$, that$3$ if he durst forswear, 141:15,336[A ]| He should before long for$4$ his knavery pay dear: 141:15,337[A ]| Hence Fear, not Honesty, made him refund; 141:15,338[A ]| Yet to$4$ his cost the Sentence true he found: 141:15,339[A ]| Himself, his Children, all his Family, 141:15,340[A ]| Even the remotest of his whole Pedigree, 141:15,341[A ]| Perished (as there it is told) in$4$ misery. 141:15,342[A ]| Now to$9$ apply: if such be the sad end 141:15,343[A ]| Of Perjury, though but in$4$ Thought designed, 141:15,344[A ]| Think, Sir, what Fate awaits your treacherous Friend, 141:15,345[A ]| Who$6#1$ has not only thought, but done to$4$ you 141:15,346[A ]| All this, and more; think, what he suffers now, 141:15,347[A ]| And think, what every Villain suffers else, 141:15,348[A ]| That$6#1$ dares, like$4$ him, be faithless, base, and false. 141:15,349[A ]| Pale Horror, ghastly Fear, and black Despair 141:15,350[A ]| Pursue his steps, and dog him wheresoever 141:15,351[A ]| He goes, and if from his loathed self he fly, 141:15,352[A ]| To$9$ herd, like$4$ wounded Deer, in$4$ company, 141:15,353[A ]| These strait creep in$5$ and pall his mirth and joy. 141:15,354[A ]| The choicest Dainties, even by$4$ Lumly dressed, 141:15,355[A ]| Afford no$2$ Relish to$4$ his sickly Taste, 141:15,356[A ]| Insipid all, as Damocles his Feast. 141:15,357[A ]| Even Wine, the greatest Blessing of Mankind, 141:15,358[A ]| The best support of the dejected mind, 141:15,359[A ]| Applied to$4$ his dull spirits, warms no$2$ more 141:15,360[A ]| Than to$4$ his Corpse it could past Life restore. 141:15,361[A ]| Darkness he fears, nor dares he trust his Bed 141:15,362[A ]| Without a Candle watching by$4$ his side: 141:15,363[A ]| And, if the wakeful Troubles of his Breast 141:15,364[A ]| To$4$ his tossed Limbs allow one moment's Rest, 141:15,365[A ]| Straitways the groans of Ghosts, and hideous Screams 141:15,366[A ]| Of tortured Spirits haunt his frightful Dreams: 141:15,367[A ]| Strait there return to$4$ his tormented mind 141:15,368[A ]| His perjured Act, his injured God, and Friend: 141:15,369[A ]| Strait he imagines you before his Eyes, 141:15,370[A ]| Ghastly of shape, prodigious of size, 141:15,371[A ]| With glaring Eyes, cleft foot, and monstrous Tail, 141:15,372[A ]| And bigger than the Giants at Guild-hall, 141:15,373[A ]| Stalking with horrid strides across the Room, 141:15,374[A ]| And guards of Fiends to$9$ drag him to$4$ his Doom: 141:15,375[A ]| Hereat he falls in$4$ dreadful Agonies, 141:15,376[A ]| And dead cold sweats his trembling Members seize: 141:15,377[A ]| Then starting wakes, and with a dismal cry, 141:15,378[A ]| Calls to$4$ his aid his frighted Family; 141:15,379[A ]| There owns the Crime, and vows upon$4$ his knees 141:15,380[A ]| The sacred Pledge next morning to$9$ release. 141:15,381[A ]| These are the men, whom the least Terrors daunt, 141:15,382[A ]| Who$6#1$ at the sight of their own shadows faint; 141:15,383[A ]| These, if it chance to$9$ Lighten, are aghast, 141:15,384[A ]| And quake for$4$ fear, lest every Flash should blast: 141:15,385[A ]| These swoon away at the first Thunder-clap, 141:15,386[A ]| As if it were not, what usually does hap, 141:15,387[A ]| The casual cracking of a Cloud, but sent 141:15,388[A ]| By$4$ angry Heaven for$4$ their Punishment: 141:15,389[A ]| And, if unhurt they escape the Tempest now, 141:15,390[A ]| Still dread the greater Vengeance to$9$ ensue: 141:15,391[A ]| These the least Symptoms of a Fever fright, 141:15,392[A ]| Water high-coloured, want of rest at night, 141:15,393[A ]| Or a disordered Pulse strait makes them shrink, 141:15,394[A ]| And presently for$4$ fear they are ready sink 141:15,395[A ]| Into their Graves: their time (think they) is come, 141:15,396[A ]| And Heaven in$4$ judgment now has sent their Doom. 141:15,397[A ]| Nor dare they, though in$4$ whisper, waft a Prayer, 141:15,398[A ]| Lest it by$4$ chance should reach the Almighty's ear, 141:15,399[A ]| And wake his sleeping Vengeance, which$6#1$ before 141:15,400[A ]| So$5#1$ long has their impieties forbore. 141:15,401[A ]| These are the thoughts which$6#1$ guilty wretches haunt, 141:15,402[A ]| Yet entered, they still grow more impudent: 141:15,403[A ]| After a Crime perhaps they now and then 141:15,404[A ]| Feel pangs and strugglings of Remorse within, 141:15,405[A ]| But strait return to$4$ their old course again: 141:15,406[A ]| They, who$6#1$ have once thrown Shame and Conscience by$5$, 141:15,407[A ]| Never after make a stop in$4$ Villainy: 141:15,408[A ]| Hurried along, down the vast steep they go, 141:15,409[A ]| And find, it is all a Precipice below. 141:15,410[A ]| Even this perfidious Friend of yours, no$2$ doubt, 141:15,411[A ]| Will$1$ not with single wickedness give out; 141:15,412[A ]| Have patience but a while, you will$1$ shortly see 141:15,413[A ]| His hand held up$5$ at Bar for$4$ Felony: 141:15,414[A ]| You will$1$ see the sentenced Wretch for$4$ Punishment 141:15,415[A ]| To$4$ Scilly Isles, or the Caribbes sent: 141:15,416[A ]| Or (if I may his surer Fate divine) 141:15,417[A ]| Hung like$4$ Boroski, for$4$ a Gibbet-Sign: 141:15,418[A ]| Then may you glut Revenge, and feast your Eyes 141:15,419[A ]| With the dear object of his Miseries: 141:15,420[A ]| And then at length convinced, with joy you will$1$ find 141:15,421[A ]| That$3$ the just God is neither deaf, nor blind. 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. 141:17,000@@@@@| 141:17,000[' ]| 141:17,000[' ]| 141:17,000[' ]| 141:17,000[' ]| 141:17,000[' ]| 141:17,000[' ]| 141:17,000[' ]| 141:17,001[B ]| While you for$4$ me alone had Charms, 141:17,002[B ]| And none more welcome filled your Arms, 141:17,003[B ]| Proud with content, I slighted Crowns, 141:17,004[B ]| And pitied Monarchs on$4$ their Thrones. 141:17,005[C ]| While you thought Lydia only fair, 141:17,006[C ]| And loved no$2$ other Nymph but her, 141:17,007[C ]| Lydia was happier in$4$ your Love, 141:17,008[C ]| Than the blessed Virgins are above. 141:17,009[B ]| Now Chloe's charming Voice and Art 141:17,010[B ]| Have gained the conquest of my Heart: 141:17,011[B ]| For$4$ whom, ye Fates, I would wish to$9$ die, 141:17,012[B ]| If mine the Nymph's dear Life might buy. 141:17,013[C ]| Thyrsis by$4$ me has done the same, 141:17,014[C ]| The Youth burns me with mutual Flame: 141:17,015[C ]| For$4$ whom a double Death I would bear; 141:17,016[C ]| Would Fate my dearest Thyrsis spare. 141:17,017[B ]| But say, fair Nymph, if I once more 141:17,018[B ]| Become your Captive as before? 141:17,019[B ]| Say, I throw off my Chloe's chain, 141:17,020[B ]| And take you to$4$ my Breast again? 141:17,021[C ]| Why then, though he more bright appear, 141:17,022[C ]| More constant than a fixed Star; 141:17,023[C ]| Though you than Wind more fickle be, 141:17,024[C ]| And rougher than the stormy Sea; 141:17,025[C ]| By$4$ Heaven, and all its Powers I vow 141:17,026[C ]| I would gladly live, and die with you. 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. 141:19,000@@@@@| 141:19,000[' ]| 141:19,000[' ]| 141:19,000[' ]| 141:19,000[' ]| 141:19,001[A ]| Nay, Lesbia, never ask me this, 141:19,002[A ]| How many Kisses will$1$ suffice? 141:19,003[A ]| Faith, it is a question hard to$9$ tell, 141:19,004[A ]| Exceeding hard; for$3$ you as well 141:19,005[A ]| May ask what sums of Gold suffice 141:19,006[A ]| The greedy Miser's boundless Wish: 141:19,007[A ]| Think what drops the Ocean store, 141:19,008[A ]| With all the Sands, that$6#1$ make its Shore: 141:19,009[A ]| Think what Spangles deck the Skies, 141:19,010[A ]| When Heaven looks with all its Eyes: 141:19,011[A ]| Or think how many Atoms came 141:19,012[A ]| To$9$ compose this mighty Frame: 141:19,013[A ]| Let all these the Counters be, 141:19,014[A ]| To$9$ tell how oft I am kissed by$4$ thee: 141:19,015[A ]| Till no$2$ malicious Spy can guess 141:19,016[A ]| To$4$ what vast height the Scores arise; 141:19,017[A ]| Till weak Arithmetic grow scant, 141:19,018[A ]| And numbers for$4$ the reckoning want: 141:19,019[A ]| All these will$1$ hardly be enough 141:19,020[A ]| For$4$ me stark staring mad with Love. 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. 141:21,000@@@@@| 141:21,000[' ]| 141:21,000[' ]| 141:21,000[' ]| 141:21,001[A ]| Nay then the Devil take all Love! if I 141:21,002[A ]| So$5#1$ oft for$4$ its damned sake must wish to$9$ die: 141:21,003[A ]| What can I wish for$4$ but to$9$ die, when you, 141:21,004[A ]| Dear faithless Thing, I find, could prove untrue? 141:21,005[A ]| Why am I cursed with Life? why am I fain 141:21,006[A ]| For$4$ thee, false Jilt, to$9$ bear eternal Pain? 141:21,007[A ]| It is not thy Letters, which$6#1$ thy Crimes reveal, 141:21,008[A ]| Nor secret Presents, which$6#1$ thy Falsehood tell: 141:21,009[A ]| Would God! my just suspicions wanted cause, 141:21,010[A ]| That$3$ they might prove less fatal to$4$ my ease: 141:21,011[A ]| Would God! less colour for$4$ thy guilt there were, 141:21,012[A ]| But that$6#2$ (alas!) too much of proof does bear: 141:21,013[A ]| Blessed he, who$6#1$ what he loves can justify, 141:21,014[A ]| To$4$ whom his Mistress can the Fact deny, 141:21,015[A ]| And boldly give his Jealousy the lie. 141:21,016[A ]| Cruel the Man, and uncompassionate, 141:21,017[A ]| And too indulgent to$4$ his own Regret, 141:21,018[A ]| Who$6#1$ seeks to$9$ have her guilt too manifest, 141:21,019[A ]| And with the murdering secret stabs his Rest. 141:21,020[A ]| I saw, when little you suspected me, 141:21,021[A ]| When sleep, you thought, gave opportunity, 141:21,022[A ]| Your Crimes I saw, and these unhappy eyes 141:21,023[A ]| Of all your hidden stealths were Witnesses: 141:21,024[A ]| I saw in$4$ signs your mutual Wishes read, 141:21,025[A ]| And Nods the message of your Hearts conveyed: 141:21,026[A ]| I saw the conscious Board, which$6#1$ writ all over 141:21,027[A ]| With scrawls of Wine, Love's mystic Cypher bore: 141:21,028[A ]| Your Glances were not mute, but each bewrayed, 141:21,029[A ]| And with your Fingers Dialogues were made: 141:21,030[A ]| I understood the Language out of hand, 141:21,031[A ]| (For$3$ what is too hard for$4$ Love to$9$ understand?) 141:21,032[A ]| Full well I understood for$4$ what intent 141:21,033[A ]| All this dumb Talk, and silent Hints were meant: 141:21,034[A ]| And now the Guests were from the Table fled, 141:21,035[A ]| And all the Company retired to$4$ bed. 141:21,036[A ]| I saw you then with wanton Kisses greet, 141:21,037[A ]| Your Tongues (I saw) did in$4$ your Kisses meet: 141:21,038[A ]| Not such as Sisters to$4$ their Brothers give, 141:21,039[A ]| But Lovers from their Mistresses receive: 141:21,040[A ]| Such as the God of War, and Paphian Queen 141:21,041[A ]| Did in$4$ the height of their Embraces join. 141:21,042@a | Patience, ye Gods! 141:21,042[A ]| (cried I) 141:21,042@a | what is it I see? 141:21,043@a | Unfaithful! why this Treachery to$4$ me? 141:21,044@a | How dare you let another in$4$ my sight 141:21,045@a | Invade my native Property and Right? 141:21,046@a | He must not, shall not do it: by$4$ Love I swear 141:21,047@a | I will$1$ seize the bold usurping Ravisher: 141:21,048@a | You are my Free-hold, and the Fates design, 141:21,049@a | That$3$ you should be unalienably mine: 141:21,050@a | These Favours all to$4$ me impropriate are: 141:21,051@a | How comes another then to$9$ trespass here? 141:21,052[A ]| This, and much more I said, by$4$ Rage inspired, 141:21,053[A ]| While conscious shame her Cheeks with Blushes fired: 141:21,054[A ]| Such lovely stains the face of Heaven adorn 141:21,055[A ]| When Light's first blushes paint the bashful Morn: 141:21,056[A ]| So$5#2$ on$4$ the Bush the flaming Rose does glow, 141:21,057[A ]| When mingled with the Lily's neighbouring Snow: 141:21,058[A ]| This, or some other Colour much like$4$ these, 141:21,059[A ]| The semblance then of her Complexion was: 141:21,060[A ]| And while her Looks that$6#2$ sweet Disorder wore 141:21,061[A ]| Chance added Beauties undisclosed before: 141:21,062[A ]| Upon$4$ the ground she cast her jetty Eyes, 141:21,063[A ]| Her Eyes shot fiercer Darts in$4$ that$6#2$ Disguise: 141:21,064[A ]| Her Face a sad and mournful Air expressed, 141:21,065[A ]| Her Face more lovely seemed in$4$ sadness dressed: 141:21,066[A ]| Urged by$4$ Revenge, I hardly could forbear, 141:21,067[A ]| Her braided Locks and tender Cheeks to$9$ tear: 141:21,068[A ]| Yet I no$2$ sooner had her Face surveyed, 141:21,069[A ]| But strait the tempest of my Rage was laid: 141:21,070[A ]| A look of her did my Resentments charm, 141:21,071[A ]| A look of her did all their Force disarm: 141:21,072[A ]| And I, that$6#2$ fierce outrageous thing ere-while, 141:21,073[A ]| Grow calm as Infants, when in$4$ sleep they smile: 141:21,074[A ]| And now a Kiss am humbly fain to$9$ crave, 141:21,075[A ]| And beg no$2$ worse than she my Rival gave: 141:21,076[A ]| She smiled, and strait a throng of Kisses pressed, 141:21,077[A ]| The worth of which$6#1$, should Jove himself but taste, 141:21,078[A ]| The brandished Thunder from his Hand would wrest: 141:21,079[A ]| Well-pleased I was, and yet tormented too, 141:21,080[A ]| For$4$ fear my envied Rival felt them so$5#2$: 141:21,081[A ]| Better they seemed by$4$ far than I ever taught, 141:21,082[A ]| And she in$4$ them shewed something new methought: 141:21,083[A ]| Fond jealous I myself the Pleasure grutch, 141:21,084[A ]| And they displeased, because they pleased too much: 141:21,085[A ]| When in$4$ my mouth I felt her darting Tongue, 141:21,086[A ]| My wounded Thoughts it with suspicion stung: 141:21,087[A ]| Nor is it this alone afflicts my mind, 141:21,088[A ]| More reason for$4$ complaint remains behind: 141:21,089[A ]| I grieve not only that$3$ she Kisses gave, 141:21,090[A ]| Though that$6#2$ affords me cause enough to$9$ grieve: 141:21,091[A ]| Such never could be taught her but in$4$ Bed, 141:21,092[A ]| And Heaven knows what Reward her Teacher had. 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. 141:23,000@@@@@| 141:23,000[' ]| 141:23,000[' ]| 141:23,000[' ]| 141:23,000[' ]| 141:23,001[A ]| I hate Fruition, now it is past 141:23,002[A ]| It is all but nastiness at best; 141:23,003[A ]| The homeliest thing, that$6#1$ man can do, 141:23,004[A ]| Besides, it is short and fleeting too: 141:23,005[A ]| A squirt of slippery Delight, 141:23,006[A ]| That$6#1$ with a moment takes its flight: 141:23,007[A ]| A fulsome bliss, that$6#1$ soon does cloy, 141:23,008[A ]| And makes us loathe what we enjoy. 141:23,009[A ]| Then let us not too eager run, 141:23,010[A ]| By$4$ Passion blindly hurried on$5$, 141:23,011[A ]| Like$4$ Beasts, who$6#1$ nothing better know, 141:23,012[A ]| Than what mere Lust incites them to$4$: 141:23,013[A ]| For$3$ when in$4$ Floods of Love we are drenched, 141:23,014[A ]| The Flames are by$4$ enjoyment quenched: 141:23,015[A ]| But thus, let us thus together lie, 141:23,016[A ]| And kiss out long Eternity: 141:23,017[A ]| Here we dread no$2$ conscious spies, 141:23,018[A ]| No$2$ blushes stain our guiltless Joys: 141:23,019[A ]| Here no$2$ Faintness dulls Desires, 141:23,020[A ]| And Pleasure never flags, nor tires: 141:23,021[A ]| This has pleased, and pleases now, 141:23,022[A ]| And for$4$ Ages will$1$ do so$5#2$: 141:23,023[A ]| Enjoyment here is never done, 141:23,024[A ]| But fresh, and always but begun. 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. 141:25,000@@@@@| 141:25,000[' ]| 141:25,000[' ]| 141:25,001[A ]| It is granted, that$3$ Nobility in$4$ Man, 141:25,002[A ]| Is no$2$ wild fluttering Notion of the Brain, 141:25,003[A ]| Where he, descended of an ancient Race, 141:25,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ a long train of numerous Worthies grace, 141:25,005[A ]| By$4$ Virtue's Rules guiding his steady Course, 141:25,006[A ]| Traces the steps of his bright Ancestors. 141:25,007[A ]| But yet I can not endure an haughty Ass, 141:25,008[A ]| Debauched with Luxury, and slothful Ease, 141:25,009[A ]| Who$6#1$ besides empty Titles of high Birth, 141:25,010[A ]| Has no$2$ pretence to$4$ anything of Worth, 141:25,011[A ]| Should proudly wear the Fame, which$6#1$ others sought, 141:25,012[A ]| And boast of Honor which$6#1$ himself never got. 141:25,013[A ]| I grant, the Acts which$6#1$ his Fore-fathers did 141:25,014[A ]| Have furnished matter for$4$ old Hollinshead, 141:25,015[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ their Scutcheon, by$4$ the Conqueror graced 141:25,016[A ]| Still bears a Lion Rampant for$4$ its Crest: 141:25,017[A ]| But what does this vain mass of Glory boot 141:25,018[A ]| To$9$ be the Branch of such a noble Root, 141:25,019[A ]| If he of all the Heroes of his Line 141:25,020[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ the Register of Story shine, 141:25,021[A ]| Can offer nothing to$4$ the World's regard, 141:25,022[A ]| But mouldy Parchments which$6#1$ the Worms have spared? 141:25,023[A ]| If spring, as he pretends, of noble Race, 141:25,024[A ]| He does his own Original disgrace, 141:25,025[A ]| And, swollen with selfish Vanity and Pride, 141:25,026[A ]| To$4$ greatness has no$2$ other claim beside, 141:25,027[A ]| But squanders life, and sleeps away his days, 141:25,028[A ]| Dissolved in$4$ Sloth, and steeped in$4$ sensual ease? 141:25,029[A ]| Meanwhile to$9$ see how much the Arrogant 141:25,030[A ]| Boasts the false Lustre of his high Descent, 141:25,031[A ]| You would fancy him Comptroller of the Sky, 141:25,032[A ]| And framed by$4$ Heaven of other Clay than me. 141:25,033[A ]| Tell me, great Hero, you that$6#1$ would be thought 141:25,034[A ]| So$5#1$ much above the mean and humble Rout. 141:25,035[A ]| Of all the Creatures which$6#2$ do men esteem? 141:25,036[A ]| And which$6#2$ would you yourself the noblest deem? 141:25,037[A ]| Put case of Horse: No$2$ doubt, you will$1$ answer strait, 141:25,038[A ]| The Racer, which$6#1$ has oftenest won the Plate: 141:25,039[A ]| Who$6#1$ full of mettle, and of sprightly Fire, 141:25,040[A ]| Is never distanced in$4$ the fleet Career: 141:25,041[A ]| Him all the Rivals of New-Market dread, 141:25,042[A ]| And crowds of Venturers stake upon$4$ his Head: 141:25,043[A ]| But if the breed of Dragon, often cast, 141:25,044[A ]| Degenerate, and prove a Jade at last; 141:25,045[A ]| Nothing of Honor, or respect (we see) 141:25,046[A ]| Is had of his high Birth and Pedigree: 141:25,047[A ]| But maugre all his great Progenitors, 141:25,048[A ]| The worthless Brute is banished from the Course, 141:25,049[A ]| Condemned for$4$ Life to$9$ ply the dirty Road, 141:25,050[A ]| To$9$ drag some Cart, or bear some Carrier's Load. 141:25,051[A ]| Then how can you with any sense expect 141:25,052[A ]| That$3$ I should be so$5#1$ silly to$9$ respect 141:25,053[A ]| The ghost of Honour, perished long ago, 141:25,054[A ]| That$6#1$ is quite extinct, and lives no$2$ more in$4$ you? 141:25,055[A ]| Such gaudy Trifles with the Fools may pass, 141:25,056[A ]| Caught with mere shew, and vain Appearances: 141:25,057[A ]| Virtue is the certain Mark, by$4$ Heaven designed, 141:25,058[A ]| That$6#1$ is always stamped upon$4$ a noble mind: 141:25,059[A ]| If you from such illustrious Worthies came, 141:25,060[A ]| By$4$ copying them your high Extract proclaim: 141:25,061[A ]| Shew us those generous Heats of Gallantry, 141:25,062[A ]| Which$6#1$ Ages past did in$4$ those Worthies see, 141:25,063[A ]| That$6#2$ zeal for$4$ Honour, and that$6#2$ brave Disdain, 141:25,064[A ]| Which$6#1$ scorned to$9$ do an Action base, or mean: 141:25,065[A ]| Do you apply your Interest aright, 141:25,066[A ]| Not to$9$ oppress the Poor with wrongful Might? 141:25,067[A ]| Would you make Conscience to$9$ pervert the Laws, 141:25,068[A ]| Though bribed to$9$ do it, or urged by$4$ your own Cause? 141:25,069[A ]| Dare you, when justly called, expend your Blood 141:25,070[A ]| In$4$ service for$4$ your King's and Country's good? 141:25,071[A ]| Can you in$4$ open Field in$4$ Armour sleep, 141:25,072[A ]| And there meet danger in$4$ the ghastliest shape? 141:25,073[A ]| By$4$ such illustrious Marks as these, I find, 141:25,074[A ]| You are truly issued of a noble kind: 141:25,075[A ]| Then fetch your Line from Albanact, or Knute, 141:25,076[A ]| Or, if these are too fresh, from older Brute: 141:25,077[A ]| At leisure search all History to$9$ find 141:25,078[A ]| Some great and glorious Warrior to$4$ your mind: 141:25,079[A ]| Take Caesar, Alexander, which$6#1$ you please, 141:25,080[A ]| To$9$ be the mighty Founder of your Race; 141:25,081[A ]| In$4$ vain the World your Parentage belie, 141:25,082[A ]| That$6#1$ was, or should have been your Pedegree. 141:25,083[A ]| But, if you could with ease derive your Kin 141:25,084[A ]| From Hercules himself in$4$ a right Line; 141:25,085[A ]| If yet there nothing in$4$ your Actions be, 141:25,086[A ]| Worthy the name of your high Progeny: 141:25,087[A ]| All these great Ancestors, which$6#1$ you disgrace, 141:25,088[A ]| Against you are a cloud of Witnesses: 141:25,089[A ]| And all the Lustre of their tarnished Fame 141:25,090[A ]| Serves but to$9$ light and manifest your Shame: 141:25,091[A ]| In$4$ vain you urge the merit of your Race, 141:25,092[A ]| And boast that$6#2$ Blood, which$6#1$ you yourselves debase. 141:25,093[A ]| In$4$ vain you borrow, to$9$ adorn your Name, 141:25,094[A ]| The Spoils and Plunder of another's Fame; 141:25,095[A ]| If, where I looked for$4$ something Great and Brave, 141:25,096[A ]| I meet with nothing but a Fool, or Knave, 141:25,097[A ]| A Traitor, Villain, Sycophant, or slave, 141:25,098[A ]| A freakish Madman, fit to$9$ be confined, 141:25,099[A ]| Whom Bedlam only can to$4$ order bind, 141:25,100[A ]| Or (to$9$ speak all at once) a barren Limb 141:25,101[A ]| And rotten Branch of an illustrious Stem. 141:25,102[A ]| But I am too severe, perhaps you will$1$ think, 141:25,103[A ]| And mix too much of Satire with my ink: 141:25,104[A ]| We speak to$4$ men of birth and Honour here, 141:25,105[A ]| And those nice Subjects must be touched with care: 141:25,106[A ]| Cry mercy, Sirs! Your Race, we grant, is known; 141:25,107[A ]| But how far backwards can you trace it down? 141:25,108[A ]| You answer: For$4$ at least a thousand year, 141:25,109[A ]| And some odd hundreds you can make it appear: 141:25,110[A ]| It is much: But yet in$4$ short the proofs are clear: 141:25,111[A ]| All Books with your Fore-fathers' Titles shine, 141:25,112[A ]| Whose names have escaped the general wreck of Time: 141:25,113[A ]| But who$6#2$ is there so$5#1$ bold, that$3$ dares engage 141:25,114[A ]| His Honour, that$3$ in$4$ this long Tract of Age 141:25,115[A ]| No$5$ one of all his Ancestors deceased 141:25,116[A ]| Had ever the fate to$9$ find a Bride unchaste? 141:25,117[A ]| That$3$ they have all along Lucretia's been, 141:25,118[A ]| And nothing ever of spurious Blood crept in$5$, 141:25,119[A ]| To$9$ mingle and defile the Sacred Line? 141:25,120[A ]| Cursed be the day, when first this vanity 141:25,121[A ]| Did primitive simplicity destroy, 141:25,122[A ]| In$4$ the blessed state of infant time, unknown, 141:25,123[A ]| When Glory sprung from Innocence alone: 141:25,124[A ]| Each from his merit only Title drew, 141:25,125[A ]| And that$6#2$ alone made Kings, and Nobles too: 141:25,126[A ]| Then, scoring borrowed Helps to$9$ prop his Name, 141:25,127[A ]| The Hero from himself derived his Fame: 141:25,128[A ]| But Merit by$4$ degenerate time at last, 141:25,129[A ]| Saw Vice ennobled, and herself debased: 141:25,130[A ]| And haughty Pride false pompous Titles feigned, 141:25,131[A ]| To$9$ amuse the World, and Lord it over mankind: 141:25,132[A ]| Thence the vast Herd of Earls and Barons came, 141:25,133[A ]| For$4$ Virtue each brought nothing but a Name: 141:25,134[A ]| Soon after Man, fruitful in$4$ Vanities, 141:25,135[A ]| Did Blazoning and Armoury devise, 141:25,136[A ]| Founded a College for$4$ the Herald's Art, 141:25,137[A ]| And made a Language of their Terms apart, 141:25,138[A ]| Composed of frightful words, of Chief, and Base, 141:25,139[A ]| Of Chevron, Saltier, Canton, Bend, and Fess, 141:25,140[A ]| And whatsoever of hideous Jargon else 141:25,141[A ]| Mad Guillim, and his barbarous Volume fills. 141:25,142[A ]| Then farther the wild Folly to$9$ pursue, 141:25,143[A ]| Plain down-right Honour out of fashion grew: 141:25,144[A ]| But to$9$ keep up$5$ its Dignity and Birth, 141:25,145[A ]| Expense and Luxury must set it forth: 141:25,146[A ]| It must inhabit stately Palaces, 141:25,147[A ]| Distinguish Servants by$4$ their Liveries, 141:25,148[A ]| And carrying vast Retinues up$5$ and down, 141:25,149[A ]| The Duke and Earl be by$4$ their Pages known. 141:25,150[A ]| Thus Honour to$9$ support itself is brought 141:25,151[A ]| To$4$ its last shifts, and thence the Art has got 141:25,152[A ]| Of borrowing everywhere, and paying nought: 141:25,153[A ]| It is now thought mean, and much beneath a Lord 141:25,154[A ]| To$9$ be an honest man, and keep his Word; 141:25,155[A ]| Who$6#1$, by$4$ his Peerage and Protection safe, 141:25,156[A ]| Can plead the Privilege to$9$ be a knave: 141:25,157[A ]| While daily Crowds of starving Creditors 141:25,158[A ]| Are forced to$9$ dance attendance at his doors: 141:25,159[A ]| Till he at length with all his mortgaged Lands 141:25,160[A ]| Are forfeited into the Banker's hands: 141:25,161[A ]| Then to$9$ redress his wants, the bankrupt Peer 141:25,162[A ]| To$4$ some rich trading Sot, turns Pensioner: 141:25,163[A ]| And the next news, you are sure to$9$ hear that$3$ he 141:25,164[A ]| Is nobly wed into the Company: 141:25,165[A ]| Where for$4$ a Portion of ill gotten Gold, 141:25,166[A ]| Himself and all his Ancestors are sold: 141:25,167[A ]| And thus repairs his broken Family 141:25,168[A ]| At the expense of his own Infamy. 141:25,169[A ]| For$3$ if you want Estate to$9$ set it forth, 141:25,170[A ]| In$4$ vain you boast the splendor of your Birth: 141:25,171[A ]| Your prized Gentility for$4$ madness goes, 141:25,172[A ]| And each your Kindred shuns and disavows: 141:25,173[A ]| But he that$6#1$ is rich is praised at his full rate, 141:25,174[A ]| And though he once cried Small-coal in$4$ the street, 141:25,175[A ]| Though he, nor none of his ever mentioned were, 141:25,176[A ]| But in$4$ the Parish-Book, or Register, 141:25,177[A ]| D***le by$4$ help of Chronicle shall trace 141:25,178[A ]| An hundred Barons of his ancient Race. 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. 141:27,000@@@@@| 141:27,000[' ]| 141:27,000[' ]| 141:27,000[' ]| 141:27,001[A ]| Go, humble gift, go to$4$ that$6#2$ matchless Saint, 141:27,002[A ]| Of whom thou only wast a Copy meant: 141:27,003[A ]| And all, that$6#1$ is read in$4$ thee, more richly find 141:27,004[A ]| Comprised in$4$ the fair Volume of her mind; 141:27,005[A ]| That$6#2$ living System, where are fully writ 141:27,006[A ]| All those high morals, which$6#1$ in$4$ Books we meet: 141:27,007[A ]| Easy, as in$4$ soft Air, there writ they are, 141:27,008[A ]| Yet firm, as if in$4$ Brass they graven were. 141:27,009[A ]| Nor is her Talent lazily to$9$ know 141:27,010[A ]| As dull Divines, and holy Cantors do; 141:27,011[A ]| She acts what they only in$4$ Pulpits prate, 141:27,012[A ]| And Theory to$4$ Practice does translate: 141:27,013[A ]| Not her own Actions more obey her Will$0$, 141:27,014[A ]| Than that$6#2$ obeys strict Virtue's dictates still: 141:27,015[A ]| Yet does not Virtue from her Duty flow, 141:27,016[A ]| But she is good, because she will$1$ be so$5#2$: 141:27,017[A ]| Her Virtue scorns at a low pitch to$9$ fly, 141:27,018[A ]| It is all free Choice, nought of Necessity: 141:27,019[A ]| By$4$ such soft Rules are Saints above confined, 141:27,020[A ]| Such is the Tie, which$6#1$ them to$4$ Good does bind. 141:27,021[A ]| The scattered Glories of her happy Sex 141:27,022[A ]| In$4$ her bright Soul as in$4$ their Centre mix: 141:27,023[A ]| And all, that$6#1$ they possess but by$4$ Retail, 141:27,024[A ]| She hers by$4$ just Monopoly can call; 141:27,025[A ]| Whose sole Example does more Virtues shew, 141:27,026[A ]| Than Schoolmen ever taught, or ever knew. 141:27,027[A ]| No$2$ Act did ever within her Practice fall, 141:27,028[A ]| Which$6#1$ for$4$ the atonement of a Blush could call: 141:27,029[A ]| No$2$ word of hers ever greeted any ear, 141:27,030[A ]| But what a Saint at her last gasp might hear: 141:27,031[A ]| Scarcely her Thoughts have ever sullied been 141:27,032[A ]| With the least print, or stain of native Sin: 141:27,033[A ]| Devout she is, as holy Hermits are, 141:27,034[A ]| Who$6#1$ share their time betwixt Ecstasy, and Prayer: 141:27,035[A ]| Modest, as infant Roses in$4$ their Bloom, 141:27,036[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ a Blush their fragrant Lives consume: 141:27,037[A ]| So$5#1$ chaste, the Dead themselves are only more, 141:27,038[A ]| Who$6#1$ lie divorced from Objects, and form Power: 141:27,039[A ]| So$5#1$ pure, could Virtue in$4$ a Shape appear, 141:27,040[A ]| It would chuse to$9$ have no$2$ other Form, but Her: 141:27,041[A ]| So$5#1$ much a Saint, I scarce dare call her so$5#2$, 141:27,042[A ]| For$4$ fear to$9$ wrong her with a name too low: 141:27,043[A ]| Such the Seraphic Brightness of her mind, 141:27,044[A ]| I hardly can believe her Womankind: 141:27,045[A ]| But think some nobler Being does appear, 141:27,046[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$9$ instruct the World, has left the Sphere, 141:27,047[A ]| And condescends to$9$ wear a Body here. 141:27,048[A ]| Or, if she mortal be, and meant to$9$ show 141:27,049[A ]| The greater Art by$4$ being formed below; 141:27,050[A ]| Sure Heaven preserved her by$4$ the Fall uncursed, 141:27,051[A ]| To$9$ tell how good the Sex was made at first. 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. 141:29,000@@@@@| 141:29,000[' ]| 141:29,000[' ]| 141:29,001[A ]| Ten days (if I forget not) wasted are 141:29,002[A ]| (A year in any Lover's Calendar) 141:29,003[A ]| Since I was forced to$9$ part, and bid adieu 141:29,004[A ]| To$4$ all my Joy and Happiness in$4$ you: 141:29,005[A ]| And still by$4$ the same Hindrance am detained, 141:29,006[A ]| Which$6#1$ me at first from your loved Sight constrained: 141:29,007[A ]| Oft I resolve to$9$ meet my Bliss, and then 141:29,008[A ]| My Tether stops, and pulls me back again: 141:29,009[A ]| So$3$, when our raised Thoughts to$4$ Heaven aspire, 141:29,010[A ]| Earth stifles them, and chokes the good desire. 141:29,011[A ]| Curse on$4$ that$6#2$ Man, who$6#1$ Business first designed, 141:29,012[A ]| And by$4$ it enthralled a free-born Lover's mind: 141:29,013[A ]| A curse on$4$ Fate, who$6#1$ thus subjected me, 141:29,014[A ]| And made me slave to$4$ anything but thee! 141:29,015[A ]| Lovers should be as unconfined as Air, 141:29,016[A ]| Free as its wild Inhabitants from Care: 141:29,017[A ]| So$5#1$ free those happy Lovers are above, 141:29,018[A ]| Exempt from all Concerns but those of Love: 141:29,019[A ]| But I, poor Lover militant below, 141:29,020[A ]| The Cares and Troubles of dull Life must know; 141:29,021[A ]| Must toil for$4$ that$6#2$, which$6#1$ does on$4$ others wait, 141:29,022[A ]| And undergo the drudgery of Fate: 141:29,023[A ]| Yet I will$1$ no$2$ more to$4$ her a Vassal be, 141:29,024[A ]| Thou now shalt make, and rule my Destiny: 141:29,025[A ]| Hence troublesome Fatigues! all Business hence! 141:29,026[A ]| This very hour my Freedom shall commence: 141:29,027[A ]| Too long that$6#2$ Jilt has thy proud Rival been, 141:29,028[A ]| And made me by$4$ neglectful Absence sin; 141:29,029[A ]| But I will$1$ no$2$ more obey its Tyranny, 141:29,030[A ]| Nor that$6#2$, nor Fate itself shall hinder me, 141:29,031[A ]| Henceforth from seeing and enjoying thee. 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. 141:31,000@@@@@| 141:31,000[' ]| 141:31,000[' ]| 141:31,000[' ]| 141:31,000[' ]| 141:31,000[' ]| 141:31,000[' ]| 141:31,001[A ]| One night, as I was pondering of late 141:31,002[A ]| On$4$ all the miseries of my hapless Fate, 141:31,003[A ]| Cursing my rhyming Stars, raving in$4$ vain 141:31,004[A ]| At all the Powers, which$6#1$ over Poets reign: 141:31,005[A ]| In$4$ came a ghastly Shape, all pale and thin, 141:31,006[A ]| As some poor Sinner, who$6#1$ by$4$ Priest had been 141:31,007[A ]| Under a long Lent's Penance, starved and whipped, 141:31,008[A ]| Or par-boiled Lecher, late from Hot-house crept: 141:31,009[A ]| Famished his Looks appeared, his Eyes sunk in$5$, 141:31,010[A ]| Like$4$ Morning-Gown about him hung his Skin: 141:31,011[A ]| A Wreath of Laurel on$4$ his Head he wore, 141:31,012[A ]| A Book, inscribed the*Fairy*Queen, he bore. 141:31,013[A ]| By$4$ this I knew him, rose, and bowed, and said, 141:31,014@a | Hail reverend Ghost! all hail most sacred Shade! 141:31,015@a | Why this great Visit? why vouchsafed to$4$ me, 141:31,016@a | The meanest of thy British Progeny? 141:31,017@a | Comest thou in$4$ my uncalled, unhallowed Muse, 141:31,018@a | Some of thy mighty Spirit to$9$ infuse? 141:31,019@a | If so$5#2$; lay on$5$ thy Hands, ordain me fit 141:31,020@a | For$4$ the high Cure and Ministry of Wit: 141:31,021@a | Let me (I beg) thy great Instructions claim, 141:31,022@a | Teach me to$9$ tread the glorious paths of Fame. 141:31,023@a | Teach me (for$3$ none does better know than thou) 141:31,024@a | How, like$4$ thyself, I may immortal grow. 141:31,025[A ]| Thus did I speak, and spoke it in$4$ a strain, 141:31,026[A ]| Above my common rate, and usual vein; 141:31,027[A ]| As if inspired by$4$ presence of the Bard, 141:31,028[A ]| Who$6#1$ with a Frown thus to$9$ reply was heard, 141:31,029[A ]| In$4$ style of Satire, such wherein of old 141:31,030[A ]| He the famed Tale of Mother*Hubberd told. 141:31,031@b | I come, fond Idiot, before it be too late, 141:31,032@b | Kindly to$9$ warn thee of thy wretched Fate: 141:31,033@b | Take heed betimes, repent, and learn of me 141:31,034@b | To$9$ shun the dangerous Rocks of Poetry: 141:31,035@b | Had I the choice of Flesh and Blood again, 141:31,036@b | To$9$ act once more in$4$ Life's tumultuous Scene; 141:31,037@b | I would be a Porter, or a Scavenger, 141:31,038@b | A Groom, or anything, but Poet here: 141:31,039@b | Hast thou observed some Hawker of the Town, 141:31,040@b | Who$6#1$ through the Streets with dismal Scream and Tone, 141:31,041@b | Cries Matches, Small-coal, Brooms, Old Shoes and Boots, 141:31,042@b | Socks, Sermons, Ballads, Lies, Gazettes, and Votes? 141:31,043@b | So$3$ unrecorded to$4$ the Grave I would go, 141:31,044@b | And nothing but the Register tell, who$6#1$: 141:31,045@b | Rather that$6#2$ poor unheard-of Wretch I would be, 141:31,046@b | Than the most glorious Name in$4$ Poetry, 141:31,047@b | With all its boasted Immortality: 141:31,048@b | Rather than He, who$6#1$ sung on$4$ Phrygia's Shore, 141:31,049@b | The Grecian Bullies fighting for$4$ a Whore: 141:31,050@b | Or He of Thebes, whom Fame so$5#1$ much extols 141:31,051@b | For$4$ praising Jockies, and New-market Fools. 141:31,052@b | So$5#1$ many now, and bad the Scribblers be, 141:31,053@b | It is scandal to$9$ be of the Company: 141:31,054@b | The foul Disease is so$5#1$ prevailing grown, 141:31,055@b | So$5#1$ much the Fashion of the Court and Town, 141:31,056@b | That$3$ scarce a man well-bred in$4$ either is deemed, 141:31,057@b | But who$6#1$ has killed, been clapped, and often rhymed: 141:31,058@b | The Fools are troubled with a Flux of Brains, 141:31,059@b | And each on$4$ Paper squirts his filthy sense: 141:31,060@b | A leash of Sonnets, and a dull Lampoon 141:31,061@b | Set up$5$ an Author, who$6#1$ forthwith is grown 141:31,062@b | A man of Parts, of Rhyming, and Renown: 141:31,063@b | Even that$6#2$ vile Wretch, who$6#1$ in$4$ lewd Verse each year 141:31,064@b | Describes the Pageants, and my good Lord Mayor, 141:31,065@b | Whose Works must serve the next Election-day 141:31,066@b | For$4$ making Squibs, and under Pies to$9$ lay, 141:31,067@b | Yet counts himself of the inspired Train, 141:31,068@b | And dares in$4$ thought the sacred Name profane. 141:31,069@b | But is it nought (thou wilt say) in$4$ Front to$9$ stand, 141:31,070@b | With Laurel crowned by$4$ White, or Loggan's hand? 141:31,071@b | Is it not great and glorious to$9$ be known, 141:31,072@b | Marked out, and gazed at through the wondering Town, 141:31,073@b | By$4$ all the Rabble passing up$5$ and down? 141:31,074@b | So$5#2$ Oats and Bedloe have been pointed at, 141:31,075@b | And every busy Coxcomb of the State: 141:31,076@b | The meanest Felons who$6#1$ through Holborn go, 141:31,077@b | More eyes and looks than twenty Poets draw: 141:31,078@b | If this be all, go, have thy posted Name 141:31,079@b | Fixed up$5$ with Bills of Quack, and public Sham; 141:31,080@b | To$9$ be the stop of gaping Prentices, 141:31,081@b | And read by$4$ reeling Drunkards, when they piss; 141:31,082@b | Or else to$9$ lie exposed on$4$ trading Stall, 141:31,083@b | While the bilked Owner hires Gazettes to$9$ tell 141:31,084@b | Amongst Spaniels lost, that$6#2$ Author does not sell. 141:31,085@b | Perhaps, fond Fool, thou soothest thyself in$4$ dream, 141:31,086@b | With hopes of purchasing a lasting Name? 141:31,087@b | Thou thinkest perhaps thy Trifles shall remain, 141:31,088@b | Like$4$ sacred Cowley, and immortal Ben? 141:31,089@b | But who$6#2$ of all the bold Adventurers, 141:31,090@b | Who$6#1$ now drive on$4$ the trade of Fame in$4$ Verse 141:31,091@b | Can be ensured in$4$ this unfaithful Sea, 141:31,092@b | Where there so$5#1$ many lost and shipwrecked be? 141:31,093@b | How many Poems writ in$4$ ancient time, 141:31,094@b | Which$6#1$ thy Fore-fathers had in$4$ great esteem, 141:31,095@b | Which$6#1$ in$4$ the crowded Shops bore any rate, 141:31,096@b | And sold like$4$ News-Books, and Affairs of State, 141:31,097@b | Have grown contemptible and slighted since, 141:31,098@b | As Pordidg, Fleckno, or the British Prince? 141:31,099@b | Quarles, Chapman, Heywood, Withers, had Applause, 141:31,100@b | And Wild, and Ogilby in$4$ former days; 141:31,101@b | But now are damned to$9$ wrapping Drugs and Wares, 141:31,102@b | And cursed by$4$ all their broken Stationers: 141:31,103@b | And so$3$ mayst thou perchance pass up$5$ and down, 141:31,104@b | And please a while the admiring Court and Town, 141:31,105@b | Who$6#1$ after shalt in$4$ Duck-lane Shops be thrown, 141:31,106@b | To$9$ mould with Silvester and Shirley there, 141:31,107@b | And truck for$4$ pots of Ale next Stourbridg-Fair. 141:31,108@b | Then who$6#2$ will$1$ not laugh to$9$ see the immortal Name 141:31,109@b | To$4$ vile Mundungus made a Martyr Flame? 141:31,110@b | And all thy deathless Monuments of Wit, 141:31,111@b | Wipe Porters' Tails, or mount in$4$ Paper-kite? 141:31,112@b | But, grant thy Poetry should find success, 141:31,113@b | And (which$6#1$ is rare) the squeamish Critics please; 141:31,114@b | Admit it read, and praised, and courted be 141:31,115@b | By$4$ this nice Age, and all Posterity; 141:31,116@b | If thou expectest ought but empty Fame; 141:31,117@b | Condemn thy Hopes and Labours to$4$ the Flame: 141:31,118@b | The rich have now learned only to$9$ admire, 141:31,119@b | He, who$6#1$ to$4$ greater Favours does aspire, 141:31,120@b | Is mercenary thought, and writes to$4$ hire: 141:31,121@b | Wouldst thou to$9$ raise thine, and thy Country's Fame, 141:31,122@b | Chuse some old English Hero for$4$ thy Theme, 141:31,123@b | Bold Arthur, or great Edward's greater Son, 141:31,124@b | Or our fifth Harry, matchless in$4$ Renown, 141:31,125@b | Make Agincourt and Cressy Fields outvie 141:31,126@b | The famed Lavinian Shores, and Walls of Troy; 141:31,127@b | What Scipio, what Maecenas wouldst thou find, 141:31,128@b | What Sidney now to$4$ thy great Project kind? 141:31,129@b | Bless me! how great Genius! how each Line 141:31,130@b | Is big with Sense! how glorious a Design 141:31,131@b | Does through the whole, and each Proportion shine! 141:31,132@b | How lofty all his Thoughts, and how inspired! 141:31,133@b | Pity, such wondrous Parts are not preferred: 141:31,134@b | Cries a gay wealthy Sot, who$6#1$ would not bail 141:31,135@b | For$4$ bare five Pounds the Author out of Jail, 141:31,136@b | Should he starve there, and rot; who$6#1$ if a Brief 141:31,137@b | Came out the needy Poets to$9$ relieve, 141:31,138@b | To$4$ the whole Tribe would scarce a Tester give. 141:31,139@b | But fifty Guineas for$4$ a Whore and Clap! 141:31,140@b | The Peer is well used, and comes off wondrous cheap; 141:31,141@b | A Poet would be dear, and out of the way, 141:31,142@b | Should he expect above a Coach-man's pay: 141:31,143@b | For$4$ this will$1$ any dedicate, and lie, 141:31,144@b | And daub the gaudy Ass with Flattery? 141:31,145@b | For$4$ this will$1$ any prostitute his Sense 141:31,146@b | To$4$ Coxcombs void of Bounty, as of Brains? 141:31,147@b | Yet such is the hard Fate of Writers now, 141:31,148@b | They are forced for$4$ Alms to$4$ each great Name to$9$ bow: 141:31,149@b | Fawn, like$4$ her Lap-dog, on$4$ her tawdry Grace, 141:31,150@b | Commend her Beauty, and bely her Glass, 141:31,151@b | By$4$ which$6#1$ she every morning primes her Face: 141:31,152@b | Sneak to$4$ his Honour, call him Witty, Brave, 141:31,153@b | And Just, though a known Coward, Fool, or Knave, 141:31,154@b | And praise his Lineage, and Nobility, 141:31,155@b | Whose Arms at first came from the Company. 141:31,156@b | It is so$5#2$, it was ever so$5#2$, since heretofore 141:31,157@b | The blind old Bard, with Dog and Bell before, 141:31,158@b | Was fain to$9$ sing for$4$ bread from door to$4$ door: 141:31,159@b | The needy Muses all turned Gipsies then, 141:31,160@b | And of the begging Trade ever since have been: 141:31,161@b | Should mighty Sappho in$4$ these days revive, 141:31,162@b | And hope upon$4$ her stock of Wit to$9$ live; 141:31,163@b | She must to$4$ Creswel's trudge to$9$ mend her Gains, 141:31,164@b | And let her Tail to$4$ hire, as well as Brains. 141:31,165@b | What Poet ever fined for$4$ Sheriff? or who$6#2$ 141:31,166@b | By$4$ Wit and Sense did ever Lord Mayors grow? 141:31,167@b | My own hard Usage here I need not press, 141:31,168@b | Where you have every day before your face 141:31,169@b | Plenty of fresh resembling Instances: 141:31,170@b | Great Cowley's Muse the same ill Treatment had, 141:31,171@b | Whose Verse shall live forever to$9$ upbraid 141:31,172@b | The ungrateful World, that$6#1$ left such worth unpaid. 141:31,173@b | Waller himself may thank Inheritance 141:31,174@b | For$4$ what he else had never got by$4$ Sense. 141:31,175@b | On$4$ Butler who$6#2$ can think without just Rage, 141:31,176@b | The Glory and the Scandal of the Age? 141:31,177@b | Fair stood his hopes when first he came to$4$ Town, 141:31,178@b | Met every where with welcomes of Renown, 141:31,179@b | Courted and loved by$4$ all, with wonder read, 141:31,180@b | And promises of Princely Favour fed: 141:31,181@b | But what Reward for$4$ all had he at last, 141:31,182@b | After a Life in$4$ dull expectance passed? 141:31,183@b | The Wretch at summing up$5$ his mis-spent days 141:31,184@b | Found nothing left, but Poverty, and Praise: 141:31,185@b | Of all his Gains by$4$ Verse he could not save 141:31,186@b | Enough to$9$ purchase Flannel, and a Grave: 141:31,187@b | Reduced to$4$ want, he in$4$ due time fell sick, 141:31,188@b | Was fain to$9$ die, and be interred on$4$ tick: 141:31,189@b | And well might bless the Fever that$6#1$ was sent, 141:31,190@b | To$9$ rid him hence, and his worse Fate prevent. 141:31,191@b | You have seen what fortune other Poets share; 141:31,192@b | View next the Factors of the Theatre: 141:31,193@b | That$6#2$ constant Mart, which$6#1$ all the year does hold, 141:31,194@b | Where Staple Wit is bartered, bought, and sold; 141:31,195@b | Here trading Scribblers for$4$ their Maintenance 141:31,196@b | And Livelihood trust to$4$ a Lottery-chance: 141:31,197@b | But who$6#2$ his Parts would in$4$ the Service spend, 141:31,198@b | Where all his hopes on$4$ vulgar breath depend? 141:31,199@b | Where every Sot, for$4$ paying half a Crown, 141:31,200@b | Has the Prerogative to$9$ cry him down? 141:31,201@b | Sidley indeed may be content with Fame, 141:31,202@b | Nor care should an ill-judging Audience damn: 141:31,203@b | But Settle, and the Rest, that$6#1$ write for$4$ Pence, 141:31,204@b | Whose whole Estate is an ounce, or two of Brains, 141:31,205@b | Should a thin House on$4$ the third day appear, 141:31,206@b | Must starve, or live in$4$ Tatters all the year. 141:31,207@b | And what can we expect that$6#1$ is brave and great, 141:31,208@b | From a poor needy Wretch, that$6#1$ writes to$9$ eat? 141:31,209@b | Who$6#1$ the success of the next Play must wait 141:31,210@b | For$4$ Lodging, Food, and Clothes, and whose chief care 141:31,211@b | Is how to$9$ sponge for$4$ the next Meal, and where? 141:31,212@b | Hadst thou of old in$4$ flourishing Athens lived, 141:31,213@b | When all the learned Arts in$4$ Glory thrived, 141:31,214@b | When mighty Sophocles the Stage did sway, 141:31,215@b | And Poets by$4$ the State were held in$4$ pay; 141:31,216@b | It were worth thy Pains to$9$ cultivate thy Muse, 141:31,217@b | And daily wonders then it might produce; 141:31,218@b | But who$6#2$ would now write Hackney to$4$ a Stage, 141:31,219@b | That$6#1$ is only thought the Nuisance of the Age? 141:31,220@b | Go after this, and beat thy wretched Brains, 141:31,221@b | And toil to$9$ bring in$5$ thankless Idiots' means: 141:31,222@b | Turn over dull Horace, and the Classic Fools, 141:31,223@b | To$9$ poach for$4$ Sense, and hunt for$4$ idle Rules: 141:31,224@b | Be free of Tickets, and the Play-houses, 141:31,225@b | To$9$ make some tawdry Actress there thy Prize, 141:31,226@b | And spend thy third Day's gains betwixt her clapped Thighs. 141:31,227@b | All Trades and all Professions here abound, 141:31,228@b | And yet Encouragement for$4$ all is found: 141:31,229@b | Here a vile Empiric, who$6#1$ by$4$ Licence kills, 141:31,230@b | Who$6#1$ every week helps to$9$ increase the Bills, 141:31,231@b | Wears Velvet, keeps his Coach, and Whore beside, 141:31,232@b | For$4$ what less Villains must to$4$ Tyburn ride. 141:31,233@b | There a dull trading Sot, in$4$ Wealth overgrown 141:31,234@b | By$4$ thriving Knavery, can call his own 141:31,235@b | A dozen Manors, and if Fate still bless, 141:31,236@b | Expects as many Counties to$9$ possess. 141:31,237@b | Punks, Panders, Bawds, all their due Pensions gain, 141:31,238@b | And every day the Great Men's Bounty drain: 141:31,239@b | Lavish expense on$4$ Wit, has never yet 141:31,240@b | Been taxed among the Grievances of State. 141:31,241@b | The Turky, Guinny, India Gainers be, 141:31,242@b | And all but the Poetic Company: 141:31,243@b | Each Place of Traffic, Bantam, Smyrna, Zant, 141:31,244@b | Greenland, Virginia, Sevil, Alicant, 141:31,245@b | And France, that$6#1$ sends us Dildoes, Lace, and Wine, 141:31,246@b | Vast profit all, and large Returns bring in$5$: 141:31,247@b | Parnassus only is that$6#2$ barren Coast, 141:31,248@b | Where the whole Voyage and Adventure is lost. 141:31,249@b | Then be advised, the slighted Muse forsake, 141:31,250@b | And Cook and Dalton for$4$ thy study take: 141:31,251@b | For$4$ Fees each Term sweat in$4$ the crowded Hall, 141:31,252@b | And there for$4$ Charters, and cracked Titles bawl: 141:31,253@b | Where M**d thrives, and pockets more each year 141:31,254@b | Than forty Laureates of the Theater. 141:31,255@b | Or else to$4$ Orders, and the Church betake 141:31,256@b | Thyself, and that$6#2$ thy future Refuge make: 141:31,257@b | There fawn on$4$ some proud Patron to$9$ engage 141:31,258@b | The Advowson of cast Punk and Parsonage: 141:31,259@b | Or sooth the Court, and preach up$5$ Kingly Right, 141:31,260@b | To$9$ gain a Prebendary and Mitre by$4$ it. 141:31,261@b | In$4$ fine, turn Pettifogger, Canonist, 141:31,262@b | Civilian, Pedant, Mountebank, or Priest, 141:31,263@b | Soldier, or Merchant, Fiddler, Painter, Fencer, 141:31,264@b | Jack-Pudding, Juggler, Player, or Rope-Dancer: 141:31,265@b | Preach, Plead, Cure, Fight, Game, Pimp, Beg, Cheat, or Thieve; 141:31,266@b | Be all but Poet, and there is way to$9$ live. 141:31,267@b | But why do I in$4$ vain my Counsel spend 141:31,268@b | On$4$ one whom there is so$5#1$ little hope to$9$ mend? 141:31,269@b | Where I perhaps as fruitlessly exhort, 141:31,270@b | As Lenten Doctors, when they Preach at Court? 141:31,271@b | Not entered Punks from Lust they once have tried, 141:31,272@b | Not Fops and Women from Conceit and Pride, 141:31,273@b | Not Bawds from Impudence, Cowards from Fear, 141:31,274@b | Nor seared unfeeling Sinners past Despair, 141:31,275@b | Are half so$5#1$ hard, so$5#1$ stubborn to$9$ reduce, 141:31,276@b | As a poor Wretch, when once possessed with Muse. 141:31,277@b | If therefore, what I have said, can not avail, 141:31,278@b | Nor from the Rhyming Folly thee recal, 141:31,279@b | But spite of all thou wilt be obstinate, 141:31,280@b | And run thyself upon$4$ avoidless Fate; 141:31,281@b | Mayst thou go on$5$ unpitied, till thou be 141:31,282@b | Brought to$4$ the Parish, Bridge, and Beggary: 141:31,283@b | Till urged by$4$ want, like$4$ broken Scribblers, thou 141:31,284@b | Turn Poet to$4$ a Booth, a Smithfield-Show, 141:31,285@b | And write Heroic Verse for$4$ Bartholmew. 141:31,286@b | Then slighted by$4$ the very Nursery, 141:31,287@b | Mayst thou at last be forced to$9$ starve, like$4$ me. 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. 141:33,000@@@@@| 141:33,000[' ]| 141:33,000[' ]| 141:33,000[' ]| 141:33,001[C ]| Yes, you are mighty Wise, I warrant, mighty Wise! 141:33,002[C ]| With all your godly Tricks, and Artifice, 141:33,003[C ]| Who$6#1$ think to$9$ chowse me of my dear and pleasant Vice: 141:33,004[C ]| Hence holy Sham! in$4$ vain your fruitless Toil, 141:33,005[C ]| Go! and some unexperienced Fop beguile, 141:33,006[C ]| To$4$ some raw entering Sinner cant and whine, 141:33,007[C ]| Who$6#1$ never knew the worth of Drunkeness and Wine; 141:33,008[C ]| I have tried and proved and found it all divine: 141:33,009[C ]| It is resolved; I will$1$ drink on$5$ and die, 141:33,010[C ]| I will$1$ not one Minute lose, not I, 141:33,011[C ]| To$9$ hear your troublesome Divinity: 141:33,012[C ]| Fill me a topfull Glass, I will$1$ drink it on$4$ the Knee, 141:33,013[C ]| Confusion to$4$ the next that$6#1$ spoils good Company. 141:33,014[C ]| That$6#2$ gulp was worth a Soul, like$4$ it, it went, 141:33,015[C ]| And throughout new life and vigour sent; 141:33,016[C ]| I feel it warm at once my head and heart; 141:33,017[C ]| I feel it all in$4$ all and all in$4$ every part: 141:33,018[C ]| Let the vile slaves of business toil and strive, 141:33,019[C ]| Who$6#1$ want the leisure or the wit to$9$ live: 141:33,020[C ]| Whilst we life's tedious journy shorter make, 141:33,021[C ]| And reap those joys which$6#1$ they lack sense to$9$ take. 141:33,022[C ]| Thus live the Gods (if ought above ourselves there be) 141:33,023[C ]| They live so$5#1$ happy, unconcerned and free: 141:33,024[C ]| Like$4$ us they sit and with a careless brow 141:33,025[C ]| Laugh at the petty jars of human kind below: 141:33,026[C ]| Like$4$ us they spend their age in$4$ gentle ease, 141:33,027[C ]| Like$4$ us they drink; for$3$ what were all their Heaven, alas! 141:33,028[C ]| If sober, and compelled to$9$ want that$6#2$ happiness. 141:33,029[C ]| Assist Almighty Wine, for$3$ thou alone hast Power, 141:33,030[C ]| And other I will$1$ Invoke no$2$ more, 141:33,031[C ]| Assist, while with just Praise I thee Adore; 141:33,032[C ]| Aided by$4$ thee I dare thy Worth Rehearse 141:33,033[C ]| In$4$ Flights above the common Pitch of grovelling Verse: 141:33,034[C ]| Thou art the World's great Soul, that$6#2$ Heavenly Fire, 141:33,035[C ]| Which$6#1$ dost our dull half-kindled Mass Inspire; 141:33,036[C ]| We nothing gallant, and above ourselves produce, 141:33,037[C ]| Till thou dost Finish Man and Reinfuse: 141:33,038[C ]| Thou art the only Source of all the World calls Great, 141:33,039[C ]| Thou didst the Poets first and they the Gods Create; 141:33,040[C ]| To$4$ thee their Rage, their Heat and Flame they owe, 141:33,041[C ]| Thou runst half share with Art and Nature too: 141:33,042[C ]| They owe their Glory and Renown to$4$ Thee 141:33,043[C ]| Thou givest their Verse and them Eternity: 141:33,044[C ]| Great Alexander, that$6#2$ biggest Word of Fame, 141:33,045[C ]| That$6#1$ fills her Throat and almost rends the same; 141:33,046[C ]| Whose Valour found the World too strait a Stage 141:33,047[C ]| For$4$ his wide Victories and Boundless Rage, 141:33,048[C ]| Got not Repute by$4$ War alone but Thee, 141:33,049[C ]| He knew he never could Conquer by$4$ Sobriety, 141:33,050[C ]| And Drunk as well as Fought for$4$ universal Monarchy. 141:33,051[C ]| Pox on$4$ that$6#2$ lazy Claret! how it stays? 141:33,052[C ]| Were it again to$9$ pass the Seas, 141:33,053[C ]| It would sooner be in$4$ Cargo here, 141:33,054[C ]| It is now a long East-India Voyage half a Year: 141:33,055[C ]| 'Sdeath! here is a Minute lost, an Age I mean, 141:33,056[C ]| Slipped by$5$ and never to$9$ be retrieved again: 141:33,057[C ]| For$4$ pity suffer not the precious Juice to$9$ die, 141:33,058[C ]| Let us prevent our own and its Mortality: 141:33,059[C ]| Like$4$ it, our Life with standing and Sobriety is paled 141:33,060[C ]| And like$4$ it too when dead can never be recalled. 141:33,061[C ]| Push on$5$ the Glass, let it measure out each Hour, 141:33,062[C ]| For$4$ every Sand an Health let us pour; 141:33,063[C ]| Swift as the rolling Orbs above, 141:33,064[C ]| And let it too as regularly move, 141:33,065[C ]| Swift as Heaven's drunken red-faced Traveller the Sun, 141:33,066[C ]| And never Rest, till his last Race be done, 141:33,067[C ]| Till Time itself be all run out, and we 141:33,068[C ]| Have drunk ourselves into Eternity. 141:33,069[C ]| Six in$4$ a Hand begin! we will$1$ drink it twice apiece, 141:33,070[C ]| A Health to$4$ all that$6#1$ love and Honour Vice: 141:33,071[C ]| Six more as oft to$4$ the great Founder of the Vine 141:33,072[C ]| (A God he was, I am sure, or should have been) 141:33,073[C ]| The second Father of Mankind I meant; 141:33,074[C ]| He, when the angry Powers a Deluge sent, 141:33,075[C ]| When for$4$ their Crimes our sinful Race was drowned, 141:33,076[C ]| The only bold and venturous Man was found, 141:33,077[C ]| Who$6#1$ durst be Drunk again, and with new Vice the World replant: 141:33,078[C ]| The mighty Patriarch it was of blessed Memory, 141:33,079[C ]| Who$6#1$ escaped in$4$ the great Wreck of all Mortality, 141:33,080[C ]| And stocked the Globe afresh with a brave drinking Progeny: 141:33,081[C ]| In$4$ vain would spiteful Nature us Reclaim, 141:33,082[C ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ small Drink our Isle thought fit to$9$ damn, 141:33,083[C ]| And set us out of the reach of Wine, 141:33,084[C ]| In$4$ hope strait Bounds could our vast Thirst confine: 141:33,085[C ]| He taught us first with Ships the Seas to$9$ roam, 141:33,086[C ]| Taught us from foreign Lands to$9$ fetch Supply, 141:33,087[C ]| Rare Art! that$6#1$ makes all the wide World our home 141:33,088[C ]| Makes every Realm pay Tribute to$4$ our Luxury: 141:33,089[C ]| Adieu poor tottering Reason! tumble down! 141:33,090[C ]| This Glass shall all thy proud usurping Powers drown, 141:33,091[C ]| And Wit on$4$ thy cast Ruins shall Erect her Throne: 141:33,092[C ]| Adieu! thou fond Disturber of our Life, 141:33,093[C ]| That$6#1$ checkest our Joys, with all our Pleasure art at strife: 141:33,094[C ]| I have something brisker now to$9$ Govern me, 141:33,095[C ]| A more exalted noble Faculty, 141:33,096[C ]| Above thy Logic and vain boasted Pedantry: 141:33,097[C ]| Inform me (if you can) ye Reading Sots, what it is 141:33,098[C ]| That$6#1$ guides the unerring Deities, 141:33,099[C ]| They no$2$ base Reason to$4$ their Actions bring, 141:33,100[C ]| But move by$4$ some more high more heavenly Thing 141:33,101[C ]| And are without Deliberation wise; 141:33,102[C ]| Even such is this, at least it is much the same, 141:33,103[C ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ dull Schoolmen never yet could find a Name. 141:33,104[C ]| Call ye this Madness? damn that$6#2$ sober Fool 141:33,105[C ]| (It was sure some dull Philosopher, some reasoning Tool) 141:33,106[C ]| Who$6#1$ the reproachful Term did first devise, 141:33,107[C ]| And brought a Scandal on$4$ the best of Vice: 141:33,108[C ]| Go! ask me what is the Rage young Prophets feel 141:33,109[C ]| When they with Holy Frenzy Reel, 141:33,110[C ]| Drunk with the Spirits of Infused Divinity, 141:33,111[C ]| They rave and stagger, and are mad like$4$ me: 141:33,112[C ]| Oh what an Ebb of Drink have we? 141:33,113[C ]| Bring, bring a Deluge, fill us up$5$ the Sea, 141:33,114[C ]| Let the vast Ocean be our mighty Cup, 141:33,115[C ]| We will$1$ drink it and all its Fishes too like$4$ Loaches up$5$: 141:33,116[C ]| Bid the Canary Fleet land here, we will$1$ pay 141:33,117[C ]| The Freight, and Custom too defray; 141:33,118[C ]| Set every man a Ship, and when the Store 141:33,119[C ]| Is emptied, let them strait dispatch and sail for$4$ more: 141:33,120[C ]| It is gone; and now have at the Rhine 141:33,121[C ]| With all its petty Rivulets of Wine; 141:33,122[C ]| The Empire's Forces with the Spanish we will$1$ combine, 141:33,123[C ]| We will$1$ make their Drink too in$4$ Confederacy join: 141:33,124[C ]| 'Ware France the next; this Round Bordeaux shall swallow, 141:33,125[C ]| Champagn, Langon, and Burgundy shall follow: 141:33,126[C ]| Quick let us forestall Lorrain, 141:33,127[C ]| We will$1$ starve his Army, all their Quarters drain, 141:33,128[C ]| And without Treaty put an End to$4$ the Campaign: 141:33,129[C ]| Go! set the Universe a tilt, turn the Globe up$5$, 141:33,130[C ]| Squeeze out the last, the slow unwilling drop: 141:33,131[C ]| A Pox of empty Nature! since the World is drawn dry, 141:33,132[C ]| It is time we quit Mortality, 141:33,133[C ]| It is time we now give out and die, 141:33,134[C ]| Lest we are plagued with Dulness and Sobriety: 141:33,135[C ]| Beset with Linkboys we will$1$ in$4$ Triumph go 141:33,136[C ]| A Troop of staggering Ghosts down to$4$ the Shades below; 141:33,137[C ]| Drunk we will$1$ march off and reel into the Tomb, 141:33,138[C ]| Nature's convenient dark Retiring Room; 141:33,139[C ]| And there, from Noise removed, and all tumultuous Strife 141:33,140[C ]| Sleep out the dull Fatigue, and long Debauch of Life. 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. 141:39,000@@@@@| 141:39,000[' ]| 141:39,000[' ]| 141:39,000[' ]| 141:39,001[A ]| No$7$, I will$1$ no$2$ more repine at Destiny, 141:39,002[A ]| Now we common Mortals are content to$9$ die, 141:39,003[A ]| When thee, blest Saint, we cold and breathless see, 141:39,004[A ]| Thee, who$6#1$ if ought that$6#1$ is great and brave, 141:39,005[A ]| Ought that$6#1$ is excellent might save, 141:39,006[A ]| Hadst justly claimed Exemption from the Grave, 141:39,007[A ]| And cancelled the black irreversible Decree. 141:39,008[A ]| Thou didst alone such Worth, such Goodness share 141:39,009[A ]| As well deserved to$9$ be immortal here; 141:39,010[A ]| Deserved a Life as lasting as the Fame thou art to$9$ wear. 141:39,011[A ]| At least, why went thy Soul without its Mate? 141:39,012[A ]| Why did they not together undivided go? 141:39,013[A ]| So$3$ went (we are told) the famed Illustrious Two. 141:39,014[A ]| (Nor could they greater Merit shew, 141:39,015[A ]| Although the best of Patriarchs that$6#2$, 141:39,016[A ]| And this the best of Prophets was) 141:39,017[A ]| Heaven did alive the blessed Pair translate; 141:39,018[A ]| Alive they launched into Life's boundless Happiness, 141:39,019[A ]| And never passed Death's Straits and narrow Seas; 141:39,020[A ]| Never entered the dark gloomy Thoroughfare of Fate. 141:39,021[A ]| Long time had the Profession under Scandal lain, 141:39,022[A ]| And felt a general though unjust Disdain, 141:39,023[A ]| An upright Lawyer contradiction seemed, 141:39,024[A ]| And was at least a Prodigy esteemed. 141:39,025[A ]| If one perhaps did in$4$ an Age appear, 141:39,026[A ]| He was recorded like$4$ some Blazing Star; 141:39,027[A ]| And Statues were erected to$4$ the wondrous Man, 141:39,028[A ]| As heretofore to$4$ the strange honest Publican. 141:39,029[A ]| To$4$ thee the numerous Calling all its thanks should give, 141:39,030[A ]| To$4$ thee who$6#1$ couldst alone its lost Repute retrieve. 141:39,031[A ]| Thou the vast wide extremes didst reconcile, 141:39,032[A ]| The first, almost, ever taught it was not to$9$ beguile. 141:39,033[A ]| To$4$ each thou didst distribute Right so$5#1$ equally, 141:39,034[A ]| Even Justice might herself correct her Scales by$4$ thee. 141:39,035[A ]| And none did now regret, 141:39,036[A ]| Her once bewailed Retreat, 141:39,037[A ]| Since all enjoyed her better Deputy. 141:39,038[A ]| Henceforth succeeding Time shall bear in$4$ mind, 141:39,039[A ]| And Chronicle the best of all the kind: 141:39,040[A ]| The best ever since the man that$6#1$ gave 141:39,041[A ]| Our suffering God a Grave; 141:39,042[A ]| (That$6#2$ God who$6#1$ living no$2$ Abode could find, 141:39,043[A ]| Though he the World had made, and was to$9$ save) 141:39,044[A ]| Embalming him, he did embalm his Memory, 141:39,045[A ]| And make it from Corruption free: 141:39,046[A ]| Those Odors kindly lent perfumed the Breath of Fame, 141:39,047[A ]| And fixed a lasting Fragrancy upon$4$ his Name; 141:39,048[A ]| And raised it with his Saviour to$4$ an Immortality. 141:39,049[A ]| Hence the stale musty Paradox of equal Souls, 141:39,050[A ]| That$6#2$ ancient vulgar Error of the Schools, 141:39,051[A ]| Avowed by$4$ dull Philosophers and thinking Fools. 141:39,052[A ]| Here might they find their feeble Arguments over-thrown: 141:39,053[A ]| Here might the grave Disputers find 141:39,054[A ]| Themselves all baffled by$4$ a single Mind, 141:39,055[A ]| And see one vastly larger than their own, 141:39,056[A ]| Though all of theirs were mixed in$4$ one. 141:39,057[A ]| A Soul as great as ever vouchsafed to$9$ be 141:39,058[A ]| Inhabiter in$4$ low Mortality; 141:39,059[A ]| As ever the Almighty Artist laboured to$9$ infuse. 141:39,060[A ]| Through all he Mint he did the brightest chuse; 141:39,061[A ]| With his own Image stamped it fair, 141:39,062[A ]| And bid it ever the Divine Impression wear; 141:39,063[A ]| And so$3$ it did, so$5#1$ pure, so$5#1$ well, 141:39,064[A ]| We hardly could believe him of the Race that$6#1$ fell: 141:39,065[A ]| So$5#1$ spotless still, and still so$5#1$ good, 141:39,066[A ]| As if it never lodged in$4$ Flesh and Blood. 141:39,067[A ]| Hence conscious too, how high, how nobly born: 141:39,068[A ]| It never did reproach its birth, 141:39,069[A ]| By$4$ valuing ought of base or meaner worth, 141:39,070[A ]| But looked on$4$ earthly Grandeur with Contempt and Scorn. 141:39,071[A ]| Like$4$ his All-great Creator, who$6#1$ 141:39,072[A ]| Can only by$4$ diffusing greater grow: 141:39,073[A ]| He made his chiefest Glory to$9$ communicate, 141:39,074[A ]| And chose the fairest Attribute to$9$ imitate. 141:39,075[A ]| So$5#1$ kind, so$5#1$ generous, and so$5#1$ free, 141:39,076[A ]| As if he only lived in$4$ Courtesy. 141:39,077[A ]| To$9$ be unhappy did his Pity claim, 141:39,078[A ]| Only to$9$ want it did deserve the same: 141:39,079[A ]| Nor lacked there other Rhetoric than Innocence and Misery. 141:39,080[A ]| His unconfined unhoarded Store 141:39,081[A ]| Was still the vast Exchequer of the poor; 141:39,082[A ]| And whatsoever in$4$ pious Acts went out 141:39,083[A ]| He did in$4$ his own Inventory put: 141:39,084[A ]| For$3$ well the wise and prudent Banker knew 141:39,085[A ]| His Gracious Sovereign above would all repay, 141:39,086[A ]| And all the expenses of his Charity defray; 141:39,087[A ]| And so$3$ he did, both Principal and Interest too, 141:39,088[A ]| And he by$4$ holy Prodigality more wealthy grew. 141:39,089[A ]| Such, and so$5#1$ universal is the Influence 141:39,090[A ]| Which$6#1$ the kind bounteous Sun does here dispense: 141:39,091[A ]| With an unwearied indefatigable Race, 141:39,092[A ]| He travels round the World each day, 141:39,093[A ]| And visits all Mankind, and every place, 141:39,094[A ]| And scatters Light and Blessings all the way. 141:39,095[A ]| Though he each hour new Beams expend, 141:39,096[A ]| Yet does he not like$4$ wasting Tapers spend. 141:39,097[A ]| Though he ten thousand years disburse in$4$ Light, 141:39,098[A ]| The boundless Stock can never be exhausted quite. 141:39,099[A ]| Nor was his Bounty stinted or designed, 141:39,100[A ]| As theirs who$6#1$ only partially are kind; 141:39,101[A ]| Or give where they Return expect to$9$ find: 141:39,102[A ]| But like$4$ his Soul, its fair Original: 141:39,103[A ]| It was all in$4$ all, 141:39,104[A ]| And all in$4$ every part, 141:39,105[A ]| Silent as his Devotion, open as his Heart. 141:39,106[A ]| Bribed with the Pleasure to$9$ oblige and gratify, 141:39,107[A ]| As Air and Sunshine he disposed his Kindness free, 141:39,108[A ]| Yet scorned Requitals, and worse hated Flattery, 141:39,109[A ]| And all obsequious Pomp of vain formality. 141:39,110[A ]| Thus the Almighty Bounty does bestow 141:39,111[A ]| Its Favors on$4$ our undeserving Race below; 141:39,112[A ]| Conferred on$4$ all its loyal Votaries, 141:39,113[A ]| Conferred alike on$4$ its rebellious Enemies. 141:39,114[A ]| To$4$ it alone our All we owe, 141:39,115[A ]| All that$6#1$ we are and are to$9$ be, 141:39,116[A ]| Each Art and Science to$4$ its Liberality, 141:39,117[A ]| And this same trifling jingling thing called poetry. 141:39,118[A ]| Yet the great Donor does no$2$ costly Gratitude require, 141:39,119[A ]| No$2$ Charge of Sacrifice desire; 141:39,120[A ]| Nor are we expensive Hecatombs to$9$ raise, 141:39,121[A ]| As heretofore, 141:39,122[A ]| To$9$ make his Altars float with reeking Gore. 141:39,123[A ]| A small Return the mighty Debt and Duty pays, 141:39,124[A ]| Even the cheap humble Offering of worthless Thanks and Praise. 141:39,125[A ]| But how, blest Saint, shall I thy numerous Virtues sum, 141:39,126[A ]| If one or two take up$5$ this room? 141:39,127[A ]| To$4$ what vast Bulk must the full Audit come? 141:39,128[A ]| As that$6#2$ bold Hand that$6#1$ drew the fairest Deity, 141:39,129[A ]| Had many naked Beauties by$5$, 141:39,130[A ]| And took from each a several Grace, and Air, and Line, 141:39,131[A ]| And all in$4$ one Epitome did join 141:39,132[A ]| To$9$ paint his bright Immortal in$4$ a Form Divine: 141:39,133[A ]| So$3$ must I do to$9$ frame thy Character. 141:39,134[A ]| I will$1$ think whatever Men can good and lovely call, 141:39,135[A ]| And then abridge it all, 141:39,136[A ]| And crowd and mix the various Ideas there; 141:39,137[A ]| And yet at last of a just Praise despair. 141:39,138[A ]| Whatever ancient Worthies boast, 141:39,139[A ]| Which$6#1$ made themselves and Poets their Describers great, 141:39,140[A ]| From whence old Zeal did Gods and Shrines create; 141:39,141[A ]| Thou hadst thyself alone engrossed, 141:39,142[A ]| And all their scattered Glories in$4$ thy Soul did meet: 141:39,143[A ]| And future Ages, when they eminent Vertues see, 141:39,144[A ]| (If any after thee 141:39,145[A ]| Bare the Pretence of Virtue own, 141:39,146[A ]| Without the Fear of being far out-done) 141:39,147[A ]| Shall count them all but Legacy, 141:39,148[A ]| Which$6#1$ from the Strength of thy Example flow, 141:39,149[A ]| And thy fair Copy in$4$ a less correct Edition show. 141:39,150[A ]| Religion over all did a just Conduct claim, 141:39,151[A ]| No$2$ false Religion which$6#1$ from Custom came, 141:39,152[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ its Font and Country only owed its Name: 141:39,153[A ]| No$2$ issue of devout and zealous Ignorance, 141:39,154[A ]| Or the more dull Effect of Chance; 141:39,155[A ]| But it was a firm well-grounded Piety, 141:39,156[A ]| That$6#1$ knew all that$6#1$ it did believe, and why; 141:39,157[A ]| And for$4$ the glorious Cause durst die, 141:39,158[A ]| And durst out-suffer ancient Martyrology. 141:39,159[A ]| So$5#1$ knit and interwovn with its being so$5#2$, 141:39,160[A ]| Most thought it did not from his Duty, but his Nature flow. 141:39,161[A ]| Exalted far above the vain Attacks of Wit, 141:39,162[A ]| And all that$6#1$ vile gay lewd Buffoons can bring, 141:39,163[A ]| Who$6#1$ try by$4$ little Railleries to$9$ ruin it, 141:39,164[A ]| And jeer it into an unregarded poor defenceless thing. 141:39,165[A ]| The Men of Sense who$6#1$ in$4$ Confederacy join 141:39,166[A ]| To$9$ damn Religion, had they viewed but thine, 141:39,167[A ]| They would have confessed it pure, confessed it all divine, 141:39,168[A ]| And free from all Pretences of Imposture or Design, 141:39,169[A ]| Powerful enough to$9$ counter-act lewd Poets and the Stage, 141:39,170[A ]| And Proselyte as fast as they debauch the Age; 141:39,171[A ]| So$5#1$ good, it might alone a guilty condemned World reprieve, 141:39,172[A ]| Should a destroying Angel stand 141:39,173[A ]| Wit brandished Thunder in$4$ his Hand, 141:39,174[A ]| Ready the bidden Stroke to$9$ give; 141:39,175[A ]| Or a new Deluge threaten this and every Land. 141:39,176[A ]| Religion once a quiet and peaceful Name, 141:39,177[A ]| Which$6#1$ all the Epithets of Gentleness did claim, 141:39,178[A ]| Late proved the Source of Faction and intestine Jars: 141:39,179[A ]| Like$4$ the Fair teeming Hebrew, she 141:39,180[A ]| Did travel with a wrangling Progeny, 141:39,181[A ]| And harbored in$4$ her Bowels Feuds and Civil Wars. 141:39,182[A ]| Surly, uncomplaisant, and rough she grew, 141:39,183[A ]| And of a soft and easy Mistress turned a Shrew. 141:39,184[A ]| Passion and Anger went for$4$ marks of Grace, 141:39,185[A ]| And looks deformed and sullen sanctified a Face. 141:39,186[A ]| Thou first its meek and primitive Temper didst restore, 141:39,187[A ]| First shewedst how men were pious heretofore: 141:39,188[A ]| The gaul-less Dove, which$6#1$ otherwhere could find no$2$ Rest, 141:39,189[A ]| Early retreated to$4$ its Ark, thy Breast, 141:39,190[A ]| And straight the swelling Waves decreased 141:39,191[A ]| And straight tempestuous Passions ceased, 141:39,192[A ]| Like$4$ Winds and Storms where some fair Halcyon builds her Nest. 141:39,193[A ]| No$2$ overheating Zeal did thee inspire, 141:39,194[A ]| But it was a kindly gentle Fire, 141:39,195[A ]| To$9$ warm, but not devour, 141:39,196[A ]| And only did refine, and make more pure: 141:39,197[A ]| Such is that$6#2$ Fire that$6#1$ makes thy present blest Abode 141:39,198[A ]| The Residence and Palace of our God. 141:39,199[A ]| And such was that$6#2$ bright unconsuming Flame, 141:39,200[A ]| So$5#1$ mild, so$5#1$ harmless, and so$5#1$ tame, 141:39,201[A ]| Which$6#1$ heretofore in$4$ the Bush to$4$ Moses came: 141:39,202[A ]| At first the Vision did the wondering Prophet scare, 141:39,203[A ]| But when the voice had checked his needless Fear 141:39,204[A ]| He bowed and worshipped and confessed the Deity was there. 141:39,205[A ]| Hail Saint Triumphant! hail Heaven's happy Guest. 141:39,206[A ]| Hail new Inhabitant among the blest! 141:39,207[A ]| Methinks I see kind Spirits in$4$ convoy meet, 141:39,208[A ]| And with loud Welcomes thy Arrival greet. 141:39,209[A ]| Who$6#1$, could they grieve, would go with Grief away 141:39,210[A ]| To$9$ see a Soul more white, more pure than they: 141:39,211[A ]| By$4$ them thou art led on$4$ high 141:39,212[A ]| To$4$ the vast glorious Apartment of the Deity; 141:39,213[A ]| Where circulating Pleasures make an endless Round 141:39,214[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ scant Time or Measure sets no$2$ Bound, 141:39,215[A ]| Perfect unmixed Delights without Alloy, 141:39,216[A ]| And whatsoever does earthly Bliss annoy, 141:39,217[A ]| Which$6#1$ oft does in$4$ Fruition Pall and oftener Cloy: 141:39,218[A ]| Where being is no$2$ longer Life but Ecstasy; 141:39,219[A ]| But one long Transport of unutterable Joy: 141:39,220[A ]| A Joy above the boldest Flights of daring verse, 141:39,221[A ]| And all a Muse unglorified can fancy or rehearse: 141:39,222[A ]| There happy Thou 141:39,223[A ]| From Troubles and the bustling toil of Business free, 141:39,224[A ]| From noise and tracas of tumultuous Life below, 141:39,225[A ]| Enjoyest the still and calm Vacation of Eternity. 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. 141:41,000@@@@@| 141:41,000[' ]| 141:41,001[' ]| Happy, great prince! and so$5#1$ much happier thou 141:41,002[' ]| In$4$ that$3$ thou thine own happiness didst know! 141:41,003[' ]| Happy, who$6#1$ was content with what thy wish enjoyed, 141:41,004[' ]| Nor valuedst this ~~ what the whole world could boast beside. 141:41,005[' ]| Restless ambition never usurped thy mind, 141:41,006[' ]| To$9$ vex thy pleasures, and disturb mankind: 141:41,007[' ]| With gallant height of soul, thou didst condemn 141:41,008[' ]| That$6#2$ bauble honour, and that$6#2$ gewgaw fame, 141:41,009[' ]| And all the undershrievalties of life not worth a name! 141:41,010[' ]| With wiser choice, thy judgement placed aright 141:41,011[' ]| In$4$ cunt its noble innocent delight: 141:41,012[' ]| Cunt was the star that$6#1$ ruled thy fate, 141:41,013[' ]| Cunt thy sole business, and affair of state, 141:41,014[' ]| And cunt the only field to$9$ make thee great: 141:41,015[' ]| Cunt thy whole life's fair centre was, whither did bend 141:41,016[' ]| All thy designs, and all thy lines of empire tend: 141:41,017[' ]| And cunt the sure unerring card, 141:41,018[' ]| Which$6#1$, placed at helm, the mighty vessel and its motion steered. 141:41,019[' ]| Some saucy pedants, and historians, idly rail, 141:41,020[' ]| And thee effeminate unjustly call: 141:41,021[' ]| How ill to$4$ him do they that$6#2$ title give, 141:41,022[' ]| Who$6#1$ burned himself, rather than be debarred to$9$ swive? 141:41,023[' ]| Much of thy ancestors they fondly prate, 141:41,024[' ]| By$4$ boasted conquests, and rude war made great: 141:41,025[' ]| Of Nimrod, Ninus, and Semiramis they tell; 141:41,026[' ]| Mean heroes, who$6#1$ could only fight, and vanquish well: 141:41,027[' ]| How to$9$ gain empire did their thoughts and swords employ, 141:41,028[' ]| Which$6#1$ it was thy nobler talent to$9$ enjoy. 141:41,029[' ]| They now are dust, as well as thou, 141:41,030[' ]| Of life, and all its joys, bereft, 141:41,031[' ]| And nothing but their empty memories left, 141:41,032[' ]| An happiness which$6#1$ thou enjoyest too; 141:41,033[' ]| For$3$ thine as lasting in$4$ the register of fame shall be: 141:41,034[' ]| And where in$4$ fame does the vast difference lie, 141:41,035[' ]| To$9$ have fought, or fucked for$4$ universal monarchy? 141:41,036[' ]| Methinks I see thee now in$4$ full Seraglio stand, 141:41,037[' ]| With love's great sceptre in$4$ thy hand, 141:41,038[' ]| And over all its spacious realm thy power extend: 141:41,039[' ]| Ten thousand maids lie prostrate at thy feet, 141:41,040[' ]| Ready thy pintle's high commands to$9$ meet; 141:41,041[' ]| All cunts of honour, some of queenly breed, 141:41,042[' ]| That$6#1$ come to$9$ be anointed with thy royal seed. 141:41,043[' ]| Here eunuchs, thy wise privy counsellors, debate 141:41,044[' ]| In$4$ close cabals, affairs of greatest weight, 141:41,045[' ]| Of Pego's conquests, and its deep intrigues of state: 141:41,046[' ]| Plenipotentiaries of great cunt, they here 141:41,047[' ]| Embassages of high importance bear: 141:41,048[' ]| Each day of new alliances they come to$9$ treat, 141:41,049[' ]| And for$4$ thy gracious audience duly wait, 141:41,050[' ]| From eastern Ganges, to$4$ the Egyptian clime 141:41,051[' ]| Where Nile its courses has at certain time 141:41,052[' ]| And daubs the fields with filthy mud, and menstruous slime. 141:41,053[' ]| Far as wide nature spreads her thighs, 141:41,054[' ]| Thy tarse's vast dominion lies: 141:41,055[' ]| All womankind acknowledge its great sway, 141:41,056[' ]| And all to$4$ its large treasury their tribute pay, 141:41,057[' ]| Pay custom of their unprohibited commodities. 141:41,058[' ]| No$2$ glorious beauties, which$6#1$ profess the trade, 141:41,059[' ]| Here find their noble services unpaid; 141:41,060[' ]| Vast heaps of gold, and piles of gems lie by$5$, 141:41,061[' ]| To$9$ recompense industrious lechery. 141:41,062[' ]| One earns a province with an artful kiss; 141:41,063[' ]| Another justly merits subsidies, 141:41,064[' ]| At whose blessed touch imperial Pego does vouchsafe to$9$ rise: 141:41,065[' ]| But happy she, and most of all rewarded is, 141:41,066[' ]| Who$6#1$ ever can invent new motions to$9$ advance the bliss. 141:41,067[' ]| All this thou dost with such wise managery bestow, 141:41,068[' ]| As does at once thy bounty and discretion show: 141:41,069[' ]| Nor dost thou ever withhold thy liberality, 141:41,070[' ]| Nor ever drain the vast exchequer of thy lechery. 141:41,071[' ]| Thus didst thou spend thy days in$4$ blessed retreat, 141:41,072[' ]| Free from the trouble, and impertinence of state; 141:41,073[' ]| Exempt from all the vain anxiety and fear 141:41,074[' ]| Which$6#1$ other sceptred wretches wear: 141:41,075[' ]| None of the rabble's mutinies and jars, 141:41,076[' ]| Or senseless grievances ever reached thine ears. 141:41,077[' ]| Still were they shut to$4$ all complaints, but those of love; 141:41,078[' ]| All, but the soft remonstrances of the alcove. 141:41,079[' ]| In$4$ vain the railing satires of the age 141:41,080[' ]| Attacked thee with poetic rage 141:41,081[' ]| They spread their loose lampoons in$4$ vain, 141:41,082[' ]| And with lewd wit thy sacred pintle did profane: 141:41,083[' ]| With kingly gallantry they still were borne, 141:41,084[' ]| And still despised with generous scorn: 141:41,085[' ]| Nor did it more avail 141:41,086[' ]| That$3$ babbling oracles thy ruin did foretell, 141:41,087[' ]| And boding fools pretended treachery reveal: 141:41,088[' ]| Secure of danger, death, and hell, 141:41,089[' ]| Pego within kept awful and regardless state, 141:41,090[' ]| And smiled at all the terrors of approaching fate. 141:41,091[' ]| Malicious rebels idly did contrive 141:41,092[' ]| To$9$ stop thy course of pleasure, idly did they strive 141:41,093[' ]| To$9$ abridge thy sovereign prick's prerogative: 141:41,094[' ]| In$4$ vain they did essay 141:41,095[' ]| Unjustly to$9$ depose it from its rightful sway: 141:41,096[' ]| In$4$ vain they urged the impudent pretence 141:41,097[' ]| Of laws, and liberties, in$4$ their defence, 141:41,098[' ]| When thou that$6#2$ royal standard didst advance: 141:41,099[' ]| Thrice didst thou conquer in$4$ thy pintle's cause, 141:41,100[' ]| Thrice didst thou put to$4$ flight thy vanquished foes; 141:41,101[' ]| Till Fate grew envious at thy happiness, 141:41,102[' ]| Revolted, and withdrew success, 141:41,103[' ]| And did at last the unjuster side espouse. 141:41,104[' ]| What loyal subject could forbear 141:41,105[' ]| To$9$ curse the partial gods, and spiteful stars, 141:41,106[' ]| When by$4$ their treachery thou abandoned were, 141:41,107[' ]| The bravest cause, and bravest prince, that$6#1$ ever drew a tarse? 141:41,108[' ]| Yet could not all their influence, or malignant force, 141:41,109[' ]| From thy great purpose thee divorce: 141:41,110[' ]| Fates, do your worst, saidst thou, 141:41,111[' ]| Our prick shall reign in$4$ spite of you: 141:41,112[' ]| Not all your heaven shall bribe me from delight, 141:41,113[' ]| Nor all your thunder from my pleasure fright. 141:41,114[' ]| Sink nations, kingdoms perish, empire fall, 141:41,115[' ]| One thrust in$4$ charming cunt shall overbalance all. 141:41,116[' ]| If I must die, clasping my joys I will$1$ go, 141:41,117[' ]| And boldly swive my passage to$4$ the shades below: 141:41,118[' ]| And through all ages, all posterity, 141:41,119[' ]| This my sole glory shall recorded be; 141:41,120[' ]| No$2$ monarch ever fucked, or died like$4$ me. 141:41,121[' ]| Great was the bold resolve, and firm as fate it stood; 141:41,122[' ]| And quick as thought, thou didst thy mighty words make good: 141:41,123[' ]| At thy command, in$4$ inner palace-yard, 141:41,124[' ]| A pompous pile was straight magnificently reared. 141:41,125[' ]| Of costly cedar were the pillars made, 141:41,126[' ]| Their shafts with lust's mosaic curiously inlaid: 141:41,127[' ]| Their chapiters, with well carved frieze and cornice graced, 141:41,128[' ]| Bore gaping cunts, with bossy pintles interlaced; 141:41,129[' ]| The architraves were all of unctuous pine, 141:41,130[' ]| Whose lecherous trunk spends clammy turpentine, 141:41,131[' ]| Much famed of old, for$4$ use on$4$ Hymen's night, 141:41,132[' ]| That$6#1$ served the lover to$4$ his joys to$9$ light: 141:41,133[' ]| In$4$ modern times more famed, and better known 141:41,134[' ]| For$4$ virtue of its celebrated gum, 141:41,135[' ]| For$4$ cure of amorous hurts in$4$ high renown, 141:41,136[' ]| And well approved by$4$ all experienced pricks in$4$ Christendom. 141:41,137[' ]| Atop, a hundred golden beds were spread; 141:41,138[' ]| All conscious marks of thy great prowess bore, 141:41,139[' ]| All dyed a thousand times in$4$ maiden gore, 141:41,140[' ]| Which$6#1$ thy victorious lance in$4$ many a fierce campaign had shed. 141:41,141[' ]| Around the walls, in$4$ distant arches placed, 141:41,142[' ]| Stood statues of thy glorious punks deceased. 141:41,143[' ]| In$4$ picture by$5$, the brave achievements of thy tarse, 141:41,144[' ]| Which$6#1$ poets had recorded in$4$ immortal verse: 141:41,145[' ]| Lust's gaudy pageants, whose each lively scene 141:41,146[' ]| Showed the choice artist's mastery and design 141:41,147[' ]| And far surpassed the wit of modern Aretine. 141:41,148[' ]| And over all, displayed, and waving to$4$ the sun, 141:41,149[' ]| Thy royal arms, Priapus Rampant, was in$4$ banner hung. 141:41,150[' ]| Thither, intent on$4$ thy great end, 141:41,151[' ]| Thou didst with awful majesty ascend; 141:41,152[' ]| Where in$4$ the midst, on$4$ glorious bed of state, 141:41,153[' ]| A princely maid for$4$ thy approach did wait: 141:41,154[' ]| Stretched out the willing virgin lay, unbound, 141:41,155[' ]| Ready from thy kind stroke to$9$ meet the gentle wound. 141:41,156[' ]| An hundred more on$4$ the surrounding beds lay by$5$, 141:41,157[' ]| All gallant venturers in$4$ thy destiny: 141:41,158[' ]| And of thy race as many princes too, 141:41,159[' ]| To$9$ attend thy fate, their loyalty and duty show. 141:41,160[' ]| By$4$ order now, at the loud trumpet's call, 141:41,161[' ]| The starting pricks at once strive for$4$ the goal; 141:41,162[' ]| All press, all act, what ever mortal strength can do, 141:41,163[' ]| But none their mighty sovereign outgo. 141:41,164[' ]| When thus in$4$ state thou hadst fucked awhile, 141:41,165[' ]| With dauntless look, and a regardless smile, 141:41,166[' ]| Thou badst them fire the sacred pile: 141:41,167[' ]| See, great Priapus, didst thou cry, 141:41,168[' ]| Behold thy zealous votary, 141:41,169[' ]| Behold the mighty hecatombs he offers thee! 141:41,170[' ]| Much more thou wouldst have said; but the ascending smoke 141:41,171[' ]| Broke off thy prayer and did its utterance choke. 141:41,172[' ]| Devouring flames did straight succeed, 141:41,173[' ]| And now thy lust's strange fireworks played: 141:41,174[' ]| Here, glowing cunt, with flaming beard, 141:41,175[' ]| Like$4$ blazing meteor appeared; 141:41,176[' ]| There, pintle, squirting fiery streams, 141:41,177[' ]| Like$4$ lighted flambeau, spending flames. 141:41,178[' ]| Thus lechery's great martyr, revelling in$4$ fire, 141:41,179[' ]| At every pore dripping out scalding lust, 141:41,180[' ]| With all thy strength collected in$4$ one thrust 141:41,181[' ]| At gaping cunt, thou didst give up$5$ thy mighty ghost, 141:41,182[' ]| And amidst a glorious heap of burning cunts expire.