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Rams, and flings now are filly battery,
But he is worst, who beggarly doth chaw
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,
These write to Lords, some mean reward to get,
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
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,