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S A T I R E IV.

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great, but

ELL; I may now receive, and die. My fin-
Indeed is

yet I have been in
A Purgatory, such as feard hell is
A recreation, and scant map of this.

My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath been Poyson'd with love to see or to be seen, I had no suit there, nor new fuit to show, Yet went to Court; but as Glare which did go To.Mass in jeft, catch'd, was fain to disburse Two hundred markes, which is the Statutes cursex Before he fcap'd ; so it pleas'd my destiny (Guilty of my fin of going) to think me As prone to all ill, and of good as forgetfull, as proud, luftfull, and as much in debt, As vain, as witlefs, and as falfe, as they Which dwell in Court, for once going that way.

VER. 13. Nor tbe vain itch i' admire, or be admir'd;] Courtiers have the same pride in admiring, that Poets have in being admir'd. For Vanity is as often gratified in paying our court to our fuperiors, as in receiving it from our inferiors..

SA TIRE IV.

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ELL, if it be my time to quit the stage,

Adieu to all the follies of the age !
I die in charity with fool and knave,
Secure of peace at least beyond the grave.
I've had my Purgatory here betimes,
And paid for all my fatires, all my rhymes.
The Poet's hell, its tortures, fiends, and flames,
To this were trifles, toys and

empty names.
With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd,
Nor the vain itch t'admire, or be admir'd;
I hop'd for no commission from his Grace ;
I bought no benefice, I begg'd no place ;
Had no new verses, nor new suit to show;
Yet went to Court !--the Dev'l would have it so.
But, as the Fool that in reforming days
Would go to Mass in jest (as story says)
Could not but think, to pay his fine was odd,
Since 'twas no form’d design of serving God;
So was I punish’d, as if full as proud
As prone to ill, as negligent of good,
As deep in debt, without a thought to pay,
As vain, as idle, and as false, as they
Who live at Court, for going once that way!

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Therefore I suffer'd this; towards me did run A thing more strange, than on Nile's slime the Sun E'er bred, or all which into Noah's Ark came : A thing which would have pos’d Adam to name : Stranger than feyen Antiquaries studies, Than Africk Monsters, Guianaes rarities, Stranger than strangers : one who, for a Dane, In the Danes Massacre had fure been sain, If he had liv’d then ; and without help dies, When next the Prentices 'gainst strangers rise ; One whom the watch at noon lets scarce go by ; One, to whom the examining Justice sure would cry, Şir, by your Priefhood tell me what you are ? His cloaths were strange, tho' coarse, and black,

though bare, Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been Velvet, but 'twas now (so much ground was seen) Become Tufftaffaty; and our children shall See it plain rash a while, then nought at all. The thing hath travail'd, and, faith, speaks 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 strange meats displease

,

Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold! there came
A thing which Adam had been pos’d to name ; 25
Noah had refus'd it lodging in his Ark,
Where all the Race of Reptiles might embark:
A verier monster, than on Africk's shore
The fun e'er got, or slimy Nilus bore,
Or Sloane or Woodward's wondrous shelves contain,
Nay, all that lying Travellers can feign.

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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, shall for a Jesuit take,

35 And the wise Justice starting from his chair Cry, By your

Priesthood tell me what Such was the wight : Th’apparel on his back, Tho' coarse, was rev'rend, and tho' bare, was black: The suit, if by the fashion one might guess, 40 Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Bess, But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd; So Time, that changes all things, had ordain'd! Our fons shall see it leisurely decay, Firft turn plain rash, then vanish quite away.

45 This thing has traveld, speaks each language too, And knows what's fit for ev'ry state to do; Of whose best phrase and courtly accent join’d, He forms one tongue, exotic and refin'd.

you are?

Art can deceive, or hunger force my taft;
But pedants motly tongue, foldiers bumbaft,
Mountebanks drug-tongue, nor the terms of law,
Are strong enough preparatives to draw
Me to hear this, yet I must be content
With his tongue, in his tongue call'd Complement :
In which he can win widows, and pay scores,
Make men speak treason, couzen subtlest whores,
Out-flatter favourites, or out-lie either
Jovius, or Surius, or both together.

He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God,
How have I finn'd, that thy wrath's furious Rod,
This fellow, chuseth me! He faith, Sir,
I love your Judgment, whom you do prefer
For the best Linguift? and I feelily
Said that I thought Calepines Dictionary.
Nay, but of men, most sweet Şir? Bezą then,
Some Jefuits, and two reverend men
Of our two academies į nam'd: here
He stopt me, and said, Nay your Apostles were

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