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Rams, and flings now are filly battery,
Pistolets are the best artillery.
And they who write to Lords, rewards to get,
Are they not like fingers at doors for meat ?
And they who write, because all write, have still
That 'scuse for writing, and for writing ill.

But he is worst, who beggarly doth chaw
Others wits fruits, and in his ravenous maw
Rankly digested, doth those things out-fpue,
As his own things ; and they're his own, 'tis true,
For if one eat my meat, though it be known
The meat was mine, the excrement's his own.
But these do me no harm, nor they which use,

to out-usure Jews, Tout-drink the sea, tout-fwear the Letanie, Who with fins all kinds familiar be As Confessors, and for whose finful fake Schoolmen new tenements in hell must make ; Whose strange fins Canonists could hardly tell In which Commandment's large receit they dwell.

VER. 44. In what Commandment's large contents they dwell.] The Original is more humourous,

In which Commandment's large receit they dwell. As if the Ten Commandments were fo wide, as to stand ready to receive every thing within them, that either the Law of Nature or the Gospel commands. A just ridicule on those praétical Com

In love's, in nature's spite, the fiege they hold,
And scorn the flesh, the dev'l, and all but gold.

These write to Lords, some mean reward to get,
As needy beggars sing at doors for meat. 26
Those write because all write, and so have still
Excuse for writing, and for writing ill.
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 digestion makes it wit no more : Sense, past thro' him, no longer is the same; For food digefted takes another name.

I pafs o'er all those Copfessors and Martyrs, 35 Who live like S-tt-n, or who die like Chartres, Out-cant old Esdras, or out-drink his heir, Out-usure Jews, or Irishmen out-fwear; Wicked as Pages, who in early years A&t fins which Prisca's Confessor scarce hears.

40 Ev'n those I pardon, for whose sinful fake Schoolmen new tenements in hell must make ; Of whose strange crimes no Canonist can tell In what Commandment's large contents they dwell.

mentators, as they are called, who include all moral and reli. gious Duties within them. Whereas their true original fenfe is much more confined, being a short fummary of duty ficted for a fingle People, upon a particular occasion, and to serve transitory ends.

But these punish themselves. The infolence Of Cofcus, only, breeds my juft offence, Whom time (which rots all, and makes botches pox, And plodding on, must make a calf an ox) Hath made a Lawyer; which (alas) of late ; But scarce a Poet: jollier of this state, Than are new-benefic'd Ministers, he throws Like nets or lime-twigs wherefoe'er he goes His title of Barrister on ev'ry wench, And wooes in language of the Pleas and Bench. * *

Words, words which would tear The tender labyrinth of a Maid's soft ear : More, more than ten Sclavonians scolding, more Than when winds in our ruin'd Abbyes roar. Then fick with Poetry, and posseft with Muse Thou wast, and mad I hopd; but men which chufe Law practice for meer gain; bold foul repute Worse than imbrothel'd krumpets prostitute.

VER. 61. Language, wbicb Boreas–] The Original has here a very fine stroke satire.

Than when winds in our ruin'd Abbyes roar. The frauds with which that work (so necessary for the welfare both of religion and the state) was begun; the rapine with which it was carried on; and the diffoluteness in which the plunder arising from it was wasted, had scandalized all rober


One, one man only breeds my just offence;

45 Whom crimes gave wealth, and wealth gave Impu

dence :
Time, that at last matures a clap to pox,
Whose gentle progress makes a calf an ox,
And brings all natural events to pass,
Hath made him an Attorney of an Ass.
No young divine, new-benefic'd, can be
More pert, more proud, more positive than he.
What further could I wish the fop to do,
But turn a wit, and scribble verses too;
Pierce the soft lab'rinth of a Lady's ear

55 With rhymes of this per cent. and that per year? Or court a Wife, spread out his wily parts, Like nets or lime-twigs, for rich Widows hearts ; Call himself Barrister to ev'ry wench, And wooe in language of the Pleas and Bench ? 6. Language, which Boreas might to Autter hold More rough than forty Germans when they scold.

Curs'd be the wretch, so venal and so vain : Paltry and proud, as drabs in Drury-lane. 'Tis such a bounty as was never known,

65 If Peter deigns to help you to your own : What thanks, what praise, if Peter but supplies, And what a folemn face if he denies !

men; and disposed the best Protestants to with, that some part of that immense wealth, arising from the suppression of the Monasteries, had been reserved for Charity, Hospitality, and even for the public service of Religion,

Now like an owl-like watchman he must walk,
His hand still at a bill ; now he must talk
Idly, like prisoners, which whole months will swear,
That only furetyship hath brought them there,
And to every suitor lye in every thing,
Like a King's Favourite or like a King.
Like a wedge in a block, wring to the barre,
Bearing like affes, and more shameless farre
Than carted whores, lye to the grave Judge; for
Bastardy abounds not in King's titles, nor
Simony and Sodomy in Church-men's lives,
As these things do in him ; by these he thrives.
Shortly (as th' fea) he'll compass all the land,
From Scots to Wight, from Mount to Dover strand.
* And fpying heirs melting with Luxury,
Satan will not joy at their fins as he :
For (as a thrifty wench scrapes kitchen-stuffe,
And barrelling the droppings, and the snuffe
Of wasting candles, which in thirty year,
Reliquely kept, perchance buys wedding chear)
Piecemeal he gets lands, and spends as much time
Wringing each acre, as maids pulling prime.
In parchment then, large as the fields, he draws
Aflurances, big as glois'd civil laws,

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