The lands are bought; but where are to be found Those ancient woods, that fhaded all the ground? 110 We fee no new-built palaces afpire, No kitchens emulate the vestal fire. Where are those troops of Poor, that throng'd of yore The good old landlord's hospitable door? Well, I could wish, that ftill in lordly domes Some beasts were kill'd, tho' not whole hecatombs ; 115 Where are these spread woods which cloath'd heretofore Those bought lands? not built, nor burnt within door. Where the old landlords troops and almes? In halls Carthufian Fafts, and fulfome Bacchanals NOTE S. conveying property to the bignefs of glofs'd civil Laws, when it is to fecure his own ill-got wealth. But let the fame Lawyer convey property for you, and he then omits even the neceffary words; and becomes as concife and hafty as the loose poftils of a modern Divine.. So Luther, while a Monk, and by his Inftitution obliged to say Mass, and pray in perfon for others, thought even his Pater-nofter too long. But when he fet up for a Governor in the Church, and his business was to direct others how to pray for the fuccefs of his new Model; he then lengthened the Pater-nofter by a new claufe. This reprefentation of the firft part of his conduct was to ridicule his want of devotion; as the other, where he tells us, that the addition was the power and glory claufe, was to fatirize his ambition; and both together to infinuate that, from a Monk, he was become totally fecularized. About this time of his life Dr. Donne had a ftrong propenfity to Popery, which appears from feveral strokes in these fatires. We find amongst his works, a fhort fatirical thing called a Catalogue of rare Books, one article of which is intitled, M. Lutherus de abbrevatione Orationis Dominicæ, alluding to Luther's omiffion of the concluding Doxology, in his two Catechifms, which fhews he was fond of the joke: and, in the first instance (for the fake of his moral), at the expence of truth. As his putting Erafmus and Reuchlin in the rank of Lully and Agrippa, fhews what were then his fentiments of Reformation. And all mankind might that just Mean observe, Thus much I've said, I truft, without offence; J21 125 Equally I hate. Mean's bleft. In rich men's homes I bid kill fome beasts, but no hecatombs; None starve, none furfeit fo. But (oh) we allow Good works as good, but out of fashion now, Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws Within the vast reach of th' huge statutes jawes. NOTE S. VER. 128. Treafon, or the Law.] By the Law is here meant the Lawyers. WELL, if it be my time to quit the stage, I die in charity with fool and knave, With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd, 5 10 W ELL; I may now receive, and die. My fin Indeed is great, but yet I have been in A Purgatory, fuch as fear'd Hell is A recreation, and feant map of this. My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath been Poyfon'd with love to fee or to be seen, I had no fuit there, nor new fuit to show, NOTE S. VER. 10. Nor the vain itch t' admire, or be admir'd ;] Courtiers have the fame pride in admiring, that Poets have in being admir'd. For Vanity is as often gratified in paying our court to our superiors, as in receiving it from our inferiors. But, as the Fool that in reforming days 15 20 } 25 Or Sloane or Woodward's wondrous fhelves contain, Nay, all that lying Travellers can feign. To Mafs in jeft, catch'd, was fain to disburse 'Therefore I fuffer'd this; towards me did run 31 The watch would hardly let him pass at noon, At night would swear him dropt out of the Moon. One, whom the mob, when next we find or make A popish plot, fhall for a Jefuit take, 35 And the wife Justice starting from his chair 40 Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Befs, But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd; So Time, that changes all things, had ordain'd! First turn plain rash, then vanish quite away. 45 This thing has travel'd, speaks each language too, And knows what's fit for ev'ry state to do; If he had liv'd then; and without help dies, His cloathes were ftrange, tho' coarse, and black, though bare, Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been See it plain rash a while, then nought at all. The thing hath travel'd, and faith, fpeaks all tongues, And only knoweth what to all States belongs, Made of th' accents, and best phrase of all these, He speaks one language. If ftrange meats difplease, |