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A JUBILEE is but a spiritual fair,
T'expose to fale all sorts of impious ware,
In which his Holiness buys nothing in,
To stock his magazines, but deadly fin,
And deals in extraordinary crimes,
That are not vendible at other times;
For, dealing both for Judas and th' high-priest,
He maks a plentifuller trade of Christ.


THAT spiritual pattern of the church, the ark, In which the ancient world did once imbark, Had ne'er a helm in 't to direct its way, Although bound through an universal fea; When all the modern church of Rome's concern Is nothing else but in the helm and stern.

IN the church of Rome to go to thrift, Is but to put the soul on a clean shift,

AN ass will with his long ears fray
The Alies, that tickle him, away ;
But man delights to have his ears
Blown maggots in by flatterers.

ALL wit does but divert men from the road
In which things vulgarly are understood,
And force Mistake and Ignorance to own
A better sense than commonly iš known.

IN little trades, more cheats and lying
Are us'd in selling than in buying ;
But in the great, unjuster dealing
Is us'd in buying than in selling.

ALL smatterers are more brisk and pert
Than those that understand an art;
As little sparkles shine more bright
Than glowing coals, that give them light.

LAW does not put the least restraint
Upon our freedom, but maintain 't;
Or, if it does, 'tis for our good,
To give us freer latitude :
For wholesome laws preserve us free,
By ftinting of our liberty.


THE world has long endeavour'd to reduce Those things to practice that are of no use ; And strives to practise things of speculation, And bring the practical to contemplation; And by that error renders both in vain, By forcing Nature's course against the grain.

IN all the world there is no vice Less prone t'excess than avarice ; It neither cares for food nor cloathing : Nature 's content with little, that with nothing. IN Rome no temple was so low As that of Honour, built to show How humble honour ought to be, Though there 'twas all authority.

IT is a harder thing for men to rate
Their own parts at an equal estimate,
Than cast up fractions, in th' accompt of heaven,
Of time and motion, and adjust them even ;
For modest persons never had a true
Particular of all that is their due.

SOME people's fortunes, like a weft or stray, Are only gain'd by losing of their way.

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AS he that makes his mark is understood
To write his name, and 'tis in law as good ;
So he that cannot write one word of sense,
Believes he has as legal a pretence
To fcribble what he does not understand,
As idiots have a title to their land.

WERE Tully now alive, he 'd be to feek
In all our Latin terms of art and Greek;
Would never understand one word of sense
The most irrefragable schoolman means :
As if the schools design'd their terms of art
Not to advance a science, but divert;
As Hocus Pocus conjures, to amuse
The rabble from observing what he does.


A S ’tis a greater mystery, in the art
Of painting, to forelharten any part
Than draw it out; so 'tis in books the chief
Of all perfections to be plain and brief.

THE man that for his profit 's bought t' obey, Is only hir'd, on liking, to betray, And, when he 's bid a liberaller price, Will not be fuggish in the work, nor nice.

OPINIATORS naturally differ
From other men ; as wooden legs are stiffer
Than those of pliant joints, to yield and bow,
Which way foe'er they are design'd to go.

NAVIGATION, that with tood
The mortal fury of the Flood,
And prov'd the only means to save
All earthly creatures from the wave,
Has, for it, taught the sea and wind
To lay a tribute on mankind,
That, by degrees, has swallow'd more
Than all it drown'd at once before.

THE prince of Syracuse, whose defin'd fate It was to keep a school and rule a state, Found that his fceptre never was fo awidz As when it was translated to a rod; And that his subjects ne'er were fo abedient, As when he was inaugurated pedant :

For to inftruet is greater than to rule,
And no command 's fo' imperious as a school.

A S he whose destiny does prove
To dangle in the air above,
Does lose his life for want of air,
That only fell to be his share ;
So he whom Fate at once design'd
To plenty and a wretched mind,
Is but condemn'd t'a rich distress,
And starves with niggardly excess.

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THE universal medicine is a trick,
That Nature never meant, to cure the sick,
Unless by death, the fingular receipt,
To root out all diseases by the great :
For universals deal in no one part
Of Nature, nor particulars of Art;
And therefore that French quack that fet up phyfic,
Callid his receipt a General Specific.
For, though in mortal poisons every one
Is mortal universally alone,
Yet Nature never made an antidote
To cure them all as easy as they 're got ;
Much less, among so many variations
Of different maladies and complications,
Make all the contrarieties in Nature
Submit themselves t' an equal moderator.


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