So Luther thought the Pater-nofter long, 105 When doom'd to fay his beads and Even-fong; But having cast his cowl, and left thofe laws, Adds to Chrift's pray'r, the pow'r and glory claufe. The lands are bought; but where are to be found Thofe ancient woods, that shaded all the ground? We fee no new-built palaces afpire, No kitchens emulate the Veftal fire. IJI Where are those troops of poor, that throng'd of yore The good old landlord's hospitable door? Well, I could with, that ftill in lordly domes 115 And all mankind might that just mean observe, As flily as any commenter goes by 121 As controverters in vouch'd texts, leave out Shrewd words, which might against them clear the doubt. Where are thefe fpread woods which cloth'd heretofore Those bought lands? not built, not burnt within door. Where the old landlords troops, and alms? In halls Like rich old wardrobes, things extremely rare, None starve, none furfeit fo. But (oh) we allow of fashion now, Like old rich wardrobes. But my words nonę draws Within the vast reach of th' huge ftatutes jawes, SATIRE C SATIRE III. VERSIFIED by Dr PARNEL. OMPASSION Checks my fpleen, yet Scorn denies To laugh or weep at fins might idly show Is not Religion (Heav'n-defcended dame) 15 When the best Heathens faw by doubtful day? 10 Oh! if thy temper fuch a fear can find, ΟΙ 30 Or live entomb'd in fhips, thy leader's prey, 35 Thus, defp'rate coward! would'st thou bold appear, 45 Know thy own foes; th' apoftate angel, he 41 You ftrive to please, the foremost of the three; He makes the pleasures of his realm the bait, But can be give for love, that acts in hote? The world's thy fecond love, thy second foe, The world, whofe beauties perish as they blow: They fly, the fades herself, and at the best You grafp a wither'd ftrumpet to your breaft. The flesh is next, which in fruition wastes, High flush'd with all the fenfual joys it taftes, 50 While men the fair, the goodly foul destroy, From whence the flesh has pow'r to taste a joy, Seek'st thou Religion, primitively found--Well, gentle friend, but where may she be found? By faith Implicit blind Ignaro led, 55 Thinks the bright feraph from his country fled, And feeks her feat at Rome, because we know She there was feen a thousand years ago; And And loves her relic rags, as men obey The foot-cloth where the prince fat yesterday. 60 Thefe pageant forms are whining Obed's fcorn, Who feeks Religion at Geneva born, A fullen thing, whofe coarfenefs fuits the crowd; Tho' young, unhandfome; tho' unhandfome, proud: Thus, with the wanton, fome perverfely judge 65 All girls unhealthy but the country-drudge. No foreign fchemes make eafy Capio roam, He grants falvation centers in his own, 71 From youth to age he grafps the proffer'd dame, And they confer his faith, who give his name: 76 So from the guardian's hands, the wards who live Enthrall'd to guardians, take the wives they give. From all profeffions careless Airy flies, 80 For, all profeffions can't be good, he cries, The charms of all obfequious Courtly ftrike; 85 99 But |