141:00,000@@@@@| <All Oldham verse so far prepared:  27.5.96>
141:00,000@@@@@| <but excluding the three poems in 1680 and "Counterpart">
141:00,000@@@@@| <and excluding every second poem, used for "Oldhamcheck">
141:01,000@@@@@| 
141:01,000[B  ]| <SATYR I.>
141:01,000[B  ]| <Garnet's ghost addressing to$4$ the Jesuits,>
141:01,000[B  ]| <met in private cabal just after the murder of Godfrey.>
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.
141:03,000@@@@@| 
141:03,000['  ]| <Oldham, 'Satyr III: Loyola's Will': Brooks, pp. 26-45>
141:03,000['  ]| <Loyola's Will>
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.
141:07,000@@@@@| 
141:07,000['  ]| <THE>
141:07,000['  ]| <Passion of Byblis>
141:07,000['  ]| <OUT OF>
141:07,000['  ]| <Ovid's Metamorphosis, B.9.F.II.>
141:07,000['  ]| <Beginning at>
141:07,000['  ]| <Byblis in exemplo est, ut ament concessa puellae>
141:07,000['  ]| <And ending with>
141:07,000['  ]| < ~~ Modumque>
141:07,000['  ]| <Exit, & infelix committit saepe repelli.>
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.
141:09,000@@@@@|
141:09,000['  ]| <all from Brooks and Selden, and in their sequence>
141:09,000['  ]| <HORACE>
141:09,000['  ]| <His ART of>
141:09,000['  ]| <POETRY,>
141:09,000['  ]| <Imitated in English.>
141:09,000['  ]| <Addrest by way of Letter to a Friend.>
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.
141:11,000@@@@@| 
141:11,000['  ]| <The Lamentation for>
141:11,000['  ]| <ADONIS.>
141:11,000['  ]| <Imitated out of the Greek of Bion>
141:11,000['  ]| <of Smyrna.>
141:11,000['  ]| <PASTORAL.>
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.
141:13,000@@@@@| 
141:13,000['  ]| <Upon a Bookseller, that expos'd him by>
141:13,000['  ]| <Printing a Piece of his grosly mangled,>
141:13,000['  ]| <and faulty.>
141:13,000['  ]| <Christmas 1680 Rygate.>
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.
141:15,000@@@@@|
141:15,000['  ]| <THE THIRTEENTH>
141:15,000['  ]| <SATYR>
141:15,000['  ]| <OF JUVENAL,>
141:15,000['  ]| <Imitated.>
141:15,000['  ]| <Written in April, 1682>
141:15,000['  ]| <ARGUMENT.>
141:15,000['  ]| <The POET comforts a Friend, that is overmuch concerned>
141:15,000['  ]| <for the loss of a considerable Sum of Money, of which he has>
141:15,000['  ]| <lately been cheated by a person, to whom he entrusted the same.>
141:15,000['  ]| <This he does by shewing, that nothing comes to pass in the world>
141:15,000['  ]| <without Divine Providence, and that wicked Men (however they>
141:15,000['  ]| <seem to escape its Punishment here) yet suffer abundantly in the>
141:15,000['  ]| <torments of an evil Conscience. And by the way takes occasion to>
141:15,000['  ]| <lash the Degeneracy and Villany of the present Times.>
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.
141:17,000@@@@@| 
141:17,000['  ]| <THE NINTH>
141:17,000['  ]| <ODE>
141:17,000['  ]| <Of the Third Book of>
141:17,000['  ]| <HORACE,>
141:17,000['  ]| <IMITATED.>
141:17,000['  ]| <A Dialogue betwixt the Poet and Lydia.>
141:17,000['  ]| <Donec gratus eram tibi, &c%>
141:17,001[B  ]| <Hor%> 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  ]| <Lyd%> 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  ]| <Hor%> 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  ]| <Lyd%> 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  ]| <Hor%> 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  ]| <Lyd%> 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.
141:19,000@@@@@| 
141:19,000['  ]| <CATULLUS>
141:19,000['  ]| <EPIGR% VII.>
141:19,000['  ]| <IMITATED.>
141:19,000['  ]| <Quaeris quot mihi Basiationes, &c%>
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['  ]| <SOME>
141:20,000['  ]| <ELEGIES>
141:20,000['  ]| <OUT OF>
141:20,000['  ]| <OVID'S Amours,>
141:20,000['  ]| <IMITATED.>
141:21,000@@@@@| 
141:21,000['  ]| <BOOK II. ELEGY V>
141:21,000['  ]| <To his Mistriss that jilted him.>
141:21,000['  ]| <Nullus amor tanti est: abeas pharetrate Cupido, &c%>
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.
141:23,000@@@@@| 
141:23,000['  ]| <A FRAGMENT of>
141:23,000['  ]| <PETRONIUS>
141:23,000['  ]| <PARAPHRAS'D.>
141:23,000['  ]| <Foeda est in coitu, & brevis voluptas, &c%>
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.
141:25,000@@@@@| 
141:25,000['  ]| <A SATYR TOUCHING NOBILITY.>
141:25,000['  ]| <Out of Monsieur BOILEAU.>
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.
141:27,000@@@@@| 
141:27,000['  ]| <SOME VERSES>
141:27,000['  ]| <Written in Septemb. 1676>
141:27,000['  ]| <Presenting a Book to COSMELIA.>
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.
141:29,000@@@@@| 
141:29,000['  ]| <Complaining of>
141:29,000['  ]| <ABSENCE.>
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.
141:31,000@@@@@|
141:31,000['  ]| <A SATYR.>
141:31,000['  ]| <The Person of Spencer is brought in,>
141:31,000['  ]| <Dissuading the Author from the>
141:31,000['  ]| <Study of POETRY, and shewing how>
141:31,000['  ]| <little it is esteem'd and encourag'd in>
141:31,000['  ]| <this present Age.>
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.
141:33,000@@@@@| 
141:33,000['  ]| <A Dithyrambique on Drinking:>
141:33,000['  ]| <Suppos'd to be spoken by Rochester at the Guinny-Club.>
141:33,000['  ]| <Aug. 5. 1677.>
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.
141:39,000@@@@@| 
141:39,000['  ]| <To the Memory of that worthy Gentleman,>
141:39,000['  ]| <Mr. Harman Atwood.>
141:39,000['  ]| <PINDARIQUE.>
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.
141:41,000@@@@@| 
141:41,000['  ]| <Sardanapalus Ode>
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.