290 I, who at some times fpend, at others fpare, (d) What is't to me (a paffenger God wot) 295 300 305 (e) "But why all this of av'rice? I have none.' I with you joy, Sir, of a tyrant gone; But does no other lord it at this hour, As wild and mad? the avarice of pow'r! (d) Pauperies immunda domus procul abfit: ego, utrum Nave ferar magna ar parva; ferar unus et idem. Non agimur tumidis velis Aquilone secundo : Non tamen adverfis ætatem ducimus Auftris. Viribus, ingenio, fpecie, virtute, loco, re, Extremi primorum, extremis ufque priores. (e) Non es avarus: abi. quid? cætera jam fimul ifto Cum vitio fugere? caret tibi pectus inani Ambitione caret mortis formidine et ira? Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, fagas, Nocturnos lemures, portentaque Theffala rides? Natales grate numeras? ignofcis amicis? Does Does neither rage inflame, nor fear appall? In fpite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire ? (f) Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill: Walk fober off, before a fprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and fhoves you from the stage: Lenior et melior fis accedente fenecta 1 THE SATIRES OF Dr JOHN DONNE, Dean of St PAUL'S, verfified. Quid vetat et nofmet Lucili fcripta legentes HOR. " SATIRE II. ES; thank ftars! as early as I knew my YES, thank, too: Yet here, as even in Hell, there must be still SATIRE II. IR, though (I thank God for it) I do hate In all ill things fo excellently beft, That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the Though Poetry, indeed, be fuch a fin, (reft. As I think, that brings dearth and Spaniards in: That Sat. II. SATIRES OF Dr DONNE. That all befide, one pities, not abhors; 211 As who knows Sappho, fmiles at other whores. 5 It brought (no doubt) th' Excife and Army in: Catch'd like the plague, or love, the Lord knows how But that the cure is starving, all allow. 20 One fings the fair; but fongs no longer move; No rat is rhym'd to death, nor maid to love : Tho' like the peftilence and old fashion'd love, dead, [read, Yet prompts him which stands next, and cannot And faves his life) gives idiot-actors means, (Starving himself) to live by's labour'd fcenes. As in fome organs, puppets dance above, And bellows pant below which them do move. One would move love by rhymes; but witchcraft's charms Bring not now their old fears, nor their old harms; A In love's, in nature's fpite, the fiege they hold, 26 Wretched indeed! but far more wretched yet Is he who makes his meal on others wit: 30 'Tis chang`d, no doubt, from what it was before, His rank digeftion makes it wit no more: Senfe, paft thro' him, no longer is the fame; For food digefted takes another name. I pass o'er all thofe confeffors and martyrs, 35 Who live like S---tt---n, or who die like Chartres, Outcant old Efdras, or outdrink his heir, Outufure Jews, or Irishmen outfwear; Rams, and flings now are filly battery, And they who write to lords, rewards to get, But he is worst, who beggarly doth chaw T'outdrink the fea, t' outswear the Letanie, |