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He strives to look worse; he keeps all in awe;
Jefts like a licens'd fool, commands like law.

Tir'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so As men from goals to execution go,

Go, through the great chamber (why it is hung
With the feven deadly fins ?) being among
Thofe Afkaparts b, men big enough to throw
Charing-Crofs for a bar, men that do know
No token of worth, but Queens man, and fine
Living; barrels of beef, flaggons of wine.
I fhook like a spied Spie-Preachers which are
Seats of Wit and Arts, you can, then dare,
Drown the fins of this place, but as for me
Which am but a scant brook, enough shall be
To wash the stains away: Although I yet
(With Maccabees modefty) the known merit
Of my work leffen, yet some wife men shall,
I hope, efteem my Writs Canonical.

A Giant famous in Romances.

Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe,
Jefts like a licens'd fool, commands the law.
Frighted, I quit the room, but leave it fo
As men from Jayls to execution go;
For hung with deadly fins I fee the wall,

And lin’d with Giants deadlier than 'em all :
Each man an Afkapart, of Strength to tofs
For quoits, both Temple-bar and Charing-crofs.
Scar'd at the grizly forms, I sweat, I fly,
And shake all o'er like a discover'd spy.

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Courts are too much for wits fo weak as mine: Charge them with Heaven's Artill'ry, bold Divine! From fuch alone the Great rebukes endure, Whofe Satire's facred, and whofe rage fecure: 'Tis mine to wash a few light stains, but theirs To deluge fin, and drown a Court in tears. Howe'er what's now Apocrypha, my Wit, In time to come, may pass for holy writ.

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VER. 274. For bung with deadly fins] The Room hung with old Tapestry, representing the feven deadly fins.

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EPILOGUE

TO THE

SATIRES,

In Two DIALGGUES.

Written in MDCCXXXVI.

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