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Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke:
Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Are oddly join'd by Fate:
She wears no colours (fign of grace)
All white and black befide:
So have I feen, in black and white,
A ftately, worthless animal,
That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,
HRYNE had talents for mankind, Open fhe was, and unconfin'd, Like fome free port of trade: Merchants unloaded here their freight,
And agents from each foreign ftate,
Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Spaniards or French came to her; To all obliging she'd appear: 'Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynheer, 'Twas S'il vous plaift, Monfieur.
Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
So have I known thofe insects fair,
The Happy Life of a COUNTRY-PARSON.
ARSON, these things in thy poffeffing
A wife that makes conferves; a steed
He that has thefe, may pafs his life,
SATIRES AND EPISTLES
SATIRES OF DR DONNE VERSIFIED.
HE occafion of publishing these Imitations was the clamour raised on fome of my Epifles. An anfwer from HORACE was both more full, and of more dignity, than any I could have made in my own perfon; and the example of much greater freedom in fo eminent a divine as Dr DONNE, feemed a proof with what indignation and contempt a Chriftian may treat vice or folly, in ever fo low, or ever fo high a station. Both these authors were acceptable to the princes and minifters under whom they lived. The fatires of Dr Donne I verfified, at the defire of the Earl of Oxford, while he was Lord Treasurer, and of the Duke of Shrewsbury, who had been Secretary of State; neither of whom looked upon a fatire on vitious courts as any reflection on those they served in. deed there is not in the world a greater E
than that which fools are fo apt to fall into, and knaves with good reafon to encourage, the miftaking a fatirift for a libeller; whereas to a true fatirift nothing is fo odious as a libeller, for the fame reafon as to a man truly virtuous nothing is fo hateful as a hypocrite.
Uni æquus Virtuti atque ejus Amicis.
First Publication of the following EPISTLE,
THIS HIS paper is a fort of bill of complaint, begun many years fince, and drawn up by fnatches, as the feveral occafions offered. I had no thoughts of publifhing it, till it pleased fome perfons of rank and fortune, [the authors of Verfes to the imitator of Horace, and of an Epifle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton-Court], to attack, in a very extraordinary manner, not only my writings, (of which, being public, the public is judge), but my perfon, morals, and family; whereof, to thofe who know me not, a truer in formation may be requifite. Being divided be tween the neceflity to fay fomething of myfelf, and my own laziness to undertake fo aukward a task, I thought it the shortest way to put the last hand