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And therefore those are commonly the learned'st Of knights and squires of the Post;

That only study between jest and earnest : All statesmen, cutpurses, and padders,

For, when the end of learning 's to pursue And pay for all their ropes and ladders;

And trace the subtle steps of false and true, All pettifoggers, and all sorts

They ne'er consider how they 're to apply, Of markets, churches, and of courts;

But only listen to the noise and cry, All sums of money paid or spent,

And are so much delighted with the chase,
With all the charges incident,

They never mind the taking of their preys.
Laid out, or thrown away, or given
To purchase this world, Hell, or Heaven.

More proselytes and converts use t' accrue

To false persuasions than the right and true; SHOULD once the world resolve t'abolish For errour and mistake are infinite, All that 's ridiculous and foolish,

But truth has but one way to be i' th’ right; It would have nothing left to do,

As numbers may t' infinity be grown,
T'apply in jest or earnest to,

But never be reduc'd to less than one.
No business of importance, play,
Or state, to pass its time away.

All wit and fancy, like a diamond,

The more exact and curious 'tis ground,
The world would be more just, if truth and lies, Is forc'd for every carat to abate
And right and wrong, did bear an equal price; As much in value as it wants in weight.
But, since impostors are so highly rais'd,
And faith and justice equally debas'd,

The great St. Lewis, king of France,
Few men have tempers, for such paltry gains, Fighting against Mahometans,
T undo themselves with drudgery and pains. In Egypt, in the holy war,

Was routed and made prisoner:
The sottish world without distinction looks The sultan then, into whose hands
On all that passes on th' account of books; He and his army fell, demands
And, when there are two scholars that within A thousand weight of gold, to free
The species only hardly are a-kin,

And set them all at liberty.
The world will pass for men of equal knowledge, The king pays down one half of th’ nail,
If equally they've loiter'd in a college.

And for the other offers bail,

The pyx, and in 't the eucharist,
Critics are like a kind of flies, that breed The body of our Saviour Christ.
In wild fig-trees, and, when they're grown up, feed The Turk consider'd, and allow'd
Upon the raw fruit of the nobler kind,

The king's security for good :
And, by their nibbling on the outward rind, Such credit had the Christian zeal,
Open the pores, and make way for the Sun In those days, with an infidel,
To ripen it sooner than he would have done. That will not pass for two-pence now,

Among themselves, 'tis grown so low.
As all fanatics preach, so all men write,
Out of the strength of gifts, and inward light, Those that go up bill use to bow
In spite of art; as horses thorough pac'd

Their bodies forward, and stoop low,
Were never taught, and therefore go more fast. To poise themselves, and sometimes creep.

When th’ way is difficult and steep:
In all mistakes the strict and regular

So those at court, that do address
Are found to be the desperat'st ways to err, By low ignoble offices,
And worst to be avoided ; as a wound

Can stoop to any thing that 's base,
Is said to be the harder cur'd that 's round; To wriggle into trust and grace;
For errour and mistake, the less they appear, Are like to rise to greatness sooner
In th' end are found to be the dangerouser; Than those that go by worth and honour..
As no man minds those clocks that use to go
Apparently too over-fast or slow.

All acts of grace, and pardon, and oblivion,

Are meant of services that are forgiven, The truest characters of ignorance

And not of crimes delinquents have committed, Are vanity, and pride, and arrogance;

And rather been rewarded than acquitted. As blind men use to bear their noses higher Than those that have their eyes and sight entire. Lions are kings of beasts, and yet their power

is not to rule and govern, but devour: The metaphysic 's but a puppet motion, Such savage kings all tyrants are, and they That goes with screws, the notion of a notion; No better than mere beasts that do obey. The copy of a copy, and lame draught, nnaturally taken from a thought;

NOTHING 's more Jull and negligent That counterfeits a!l pantomimic tricks,

Than an old lazy government, And turns the eyes like an old crucifix;

That knows no interest of state,
That counterchanges whatsoe'er it calls

But such as serves a present strait,
B' another name, and makes it true or false; And, to patch up, or shift, will close,
Turns trath to falsehood, falsehood into truth, Or break alike, with friends or foes;
By virtue of the Babylonian's tooth.

That runs behind hand, and has spent

Its credit to the last extent;
Tis not the art of schools to understand, And, the first time 'tisfat a loss,
Bat make things hard, instead of being explain'd; | Has not one true friend nor one crues.

The Devil was the first th' name

Transported with a false caress From whom the race of rebels came,

Of unacquainted happiness, Who was the first bold undertaker

Lost to humanity and sense,
Of bearing arms against his Maker,

Have fall’n as low as insolence.
And, though miscarrying in th’ event,
Was never yet known to repent,

INNOCENCE is a defence
Though tumbled from the top of bliss

For nothing else but patience; Down to the bottomless abyss;

"Twill not bear out the blows of Fate, A property which, from their prince,

Nor fence against the tricks of State; The family owns ever since,

Nor from th' oppression of the laws And therefore ne'er repent the evil

Protect the plain'st and justest cause; They do or suffer, like the Devil.

Nor keep unspotted a good name

Against the obloquies of Fame; The worst of rebels never arm

Feeble as Patience, and as soon, To do their king or country harm;

By being blown upon, undone. But draw their swords to do them good,

As beasts are hunted for their furs, As doctors cure by letting blood.

Men for their virtues fare the worse.

No seared conscience is so fell
As that which has been burnt with zeal;
For Christian charity 's as well
A great impediment to zeal,
As zeal a pestilent disease
To Christian charity and peace.

As thistles wear the softest down,
To hide their prickles till they 're grown,
And then declare themselves, and tear
Whatever ventures to come near;
So a smooth knave does greater feats
Than one that idly rails and threats,
And all the mischief that he meant
Does, like a rattlesnake, prevent.

Who doth not know with what fierce rage
Opinions, true or false, engage;
And, 'cause they govern all mankind,
Like the blind's leading of the blind,
All claim an equal interest,
And free dominion o'er the rest ?
And, as one shield, that fell from Heaven,
Was counterfeited by eleven,
The better to secure the fate
And lasting empire of a state,
The false are numerous, and the true,
That only have the right, but few.
Hence fools, that understand them least,
Are still the fiercest in contest;
Uosight, unseen, espouse a side
At random, like a prince's bride,
To damn their souls, and swear and lie for,
And at a venture live and die for.

Man is supreme lord and master
Of his own ruin and disaster;
Controls his fate, but nothing less
In ordering his own happiness;
For all his care and providence
Is too, too feeble a defence,
To render it secure and certain
Against the injuries of Fortune ;
And oft, in spite of all his wit,
Is lost with one unlucky hit,
And ruin'd with a circumstance,
And mere punctilio, of chance.

Opinion governs all mankind,
Like the blind's leading of ibe blinda
For he that has no eyes in 's head,
Must be by a dog glad to be led;
And no beasts have so little in them
As that inhuman brute, Opinion;
'Tis an infectious pestilence,
The tokens upon wit and sense,
That with a venomous contagion
Invades the sick imagination;
And, when it seizes any part,
It strikes the poison to the heart.
This men of one another catch
By contact, as the humours match;
And nothing is so perverse in nature
As a profound opiniator.

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Dame Fortune, some men's tutelar,
• Takes charge of them, without their care;
Does all their drudgery and work,
Like fairies, for them in the dark;
Conducts them blindfold, and advances
The naturals by blinder chances;
While others by desert or wit
Could never make the matter hit,
But still, the better they deserve,
Are but the abler thought to starve.

Great wits have only been preferr'd,
In princes' trains to be interr'd,
And, when they cost them nothing, plac'd
Among their followers not the last;
But while they liv'd were far enough
From all admittances kept off.

AUTHORITY intoxicates,
And makes mere sots of magistrates;
The fumes of it invade the brain,
And make men giddy, proud, and vain;
By this the fool commands the wise,
The noble with the base complies,
The sot assumes the rule of wit,
And cowards make the base submit.

A GODly man, that has serv'd out his time
In holiness, may set up any crime;
As scholars, when they 've taken their degrees,
May set up any faculty they please.

As geld, that 's proof against th' assay,
t'pon the touchstone wears away,
And, having stood the greater test,
Is overmaster'd by the least ;
So some men, having stood the hate
And spiteful cruelty of Fate,

Why should not piety be made,
As well as equity, a trade,

223 And men get money by devotion,

Which, though they keep no even pace,
As well as making of a motion ?

Move true and constant to one place.
B' allow'd to pray upon conditions,
As well as suitors in petitions?

Love is too great a happiness
And in a congregation pray,

For wretched mortals to possess ; No less than chancery, for pay?

For, could it hold inviolate

Against those cruelties of Fate, A TEACHER's doctrine, and his proof,

Which all felicities below Is all his province, and enough;

By rigid laws are subject to, But is no more concernd in use,

It would become a bliss too high Than shoemakers to wear all shoes.

For perishing mortality,

Translate to Earth the joys above; The soberest saints are more stiff-necked For nothing goes to Heaven but love. Than th' hottest-headed of the wicked.

All wild but generons creatures live, of course, HYPOCRISY will serve as well

As if they had agreed for better or worse : To propagate a church, as zeal;

The lion 's constant to his only miss, As persecution and promotion

And never leaves his faithful lioness ; Do equally advance devotion :

And she as chaste and true to him again, So round white stones will serve, they say,

As virtuous ladies use to be to men. As well as eggs, to make hens lay.

The docile and ingenuous elephant

T' his own and only female is gallant ; The greatest saints and sinners have been made

And she as true and constant to his bed, Of proselytes of one another's trade.

That first enjoy'd her single maidenhead; Your wise and cautious consciences

But paltry rams, and bulls, and goats, and boars, Are free to take what course they please;

Are never satisfy'd with new amours; Have plenary indulgence to dispose,

As all poltroons with us delight to range, At pleasure, of the strictest vows,

And, though but for the worst of all, to change. And challenge Heaven, they made them to, Torouch and witness what they do:

The souls of women are so small, And, when they prove averse and Loth,

That some believe they 've none at all; Yet for convenience take an oath,

Or if they have, like cripples, still Not only can dispense, but make it

They 've but one faculty, the will; A greater sin to keep than take it;

The other two are quite laid by Can bind and loose all sorts of sin,

To make up one great tyranny ; And only keeps the keys within ;

And, though their passions have most power, Has no superior to control, *_

They are, like Turks, but slaves the more But what itself sets o'er the soul;

To th' absolute will, that with a breath And, when it is enjoin'd t' obey,

Has sovereign power of life and death, Is but confin'd, and keeps the key;

And, as its little interests move, Can walk invisible, and where,

Can turn them all to hate or love; And when, and how, it will appear:

For nothing, in a moment, turn Can turn itself into disguises

To frantic love, disdain, and scorn; Of all sorts, for all sorts of vices;

And make that love degenerate Can transubstantiate, metamorphose,

T'as great extremity of hate, And charm whole herds of beasts, like Orpheus;

And hate again, and scorn, and piques,
Make woods, and tenements, and lands,

To flames, and raptures, and love-tricks.
Obey and follow its commands,
And settle on a new freehold,

All sorts of votaries, that profess
As Marcly-hill remov'd of old ;

To bind themselves apprentices Make mountains move with greater force

To Heaven, abjure, with solemn vows, Than faith, to new proprietors;

Not Cut and Long-tail, but a spouse, And perjures, to secure th' enjoyments

As th' worst of all impediments
Of public charges and employments:

To hinder their devout intents.
For true and faithful, good and just,
Are but preparatives to trust;

Most virgins marry, just as nuns
The guilt and ornament of things,

The same thing the same way renounce; And not their movements, wheels, and springs.

Before they've wit to understand

The bold attempt they take in hand; All love, at first, like generous wine,

Or, having staid and lost their tides,
Ferments and frets until 'tis fine;

Are out of season grown for brides.
But, when 'tis settled on the lee,
And from th' impurer matter free,

The credit of the marriage-bed
Becomes the ricber still the older,

Has been so loosely husbanded, And proves the pleasanter the colder.

Men only deal for ready money,

And women, separate alimony; The motions of the Earth, or Sun,

And ladies-errant, for debauching, (The Lord knows which) that turn, or run,

Have better terms, and equal caution; Are both perform'd by fits and starts,

And, for their journeywork and pains, And so are those of lovers' hearts,

The charwomen clear greater gains.

As wine, that with its own weight runs, is best, Land in the miserablest of distress And counted much more noble than the prest; Improves attempts as desperate with success; So is that poetry whose generous strains

Success, that owns and justifies all quarrels, Flow without servile study, art, or pains.

And vindicates deserts of hemp with laurels ;

Or, but miscarrying in the bold attempt, Some call it fury, some a Muse,

Turns wreaths of laurel back again to hemp. That, as possessing Devils use, Haunts and forsakes a man by fits,

*The people have as much a negative voice And when he's in, he's out of 's wits.

To hinder making war without their choice,

As kings of making laws in parliament;
All writers, though of different fancies, ** No money” is as good as “ No assent.”
Do make all people in romances,
That are distress'd and discontent,

When princes idly lead about,
Make songs, and sing t' an instrument,

Those of their party follow suit, And poets by their sufferings grow;

Till others trump upon their play,
As if there were no more to do,

And turn the cards another way.
To make a poet excellent,
But only want and discontent.

What makes all subjects discontent

Against a prince's government, It is not poetry that makes men poor ;

And princes take as great offence For few do write that were not so before ;

At subjects' disobedience,
And those that have writ best, had they been That neither th' other can abide,

But too much reason on each side?
Had ne'er been clapp'd with a poetic itch;
Had lov'd their ease too well to take the pains AUTHORITY is a discase and cure,
To undergo that drudgery of brains ;

Which men can neither want nor well endure.
But, being for all other trades unfit,
Only to avoid being idle, set up wit.

Dame Justice puts her sword into the scales,

With which she's said to weigh out true and false, They that do write in others' praises,

With no design but, like the antique Gaul,
And freely give their friends their voices,

To get more money from the capital.
Are not confin'd to what is true;
That 's not to give, but pay a due:

All that which Law and Equity miscalls
For praise, that 's due, does give no more

By th' empty idle names of True and False, To worth, than what it had before;

Is nothing else but maggots blown between But to commend, without desert,

False witnesses and falser jurymen. Requires a mastery of art,

No court allows those partial interlopers That sets a gloss on what's amiss,

Of Law and Equity, two single paupers, And writes what should be, not what is.

T'encounter hand to hand at bars, and trounce

Each other gratis in a suit at once: In foreign universities,

For one at one time, and upon free cost, is When a king 's born, or weds, or dies,

Enough to play the knave and fool with Justice; Straight other studies are laid by,

And, when the one side bringeth custom in, And all apply to poetry :

And th' other lays out half the reckoning, Some write in Hebrew, some in Greek,

The Devil himself will rather choose to play And some, more wise, in Arabic,

At paltry small-game than sit out, they say; Tavoid the critic, and th' expense

But when at all there's nothing to be got,
Of difficulter wit and sense;

The old wife, Law and Justice, will not trot.
And seem more learnedish than those
That at a greater charge compose.

THE law, that makes more knaves than e'er it The doctors lead, the students follow;

hung, Some call himi Mars, and some Apollo,

Little considers right or wrong; Some Jupiter, and give him th' odds,

But, like authority, 's soon satisfy'd
On even terms, of all the gods;

When 'tis to judge on its own side.
Then Cæsar he 's nicknam'd, as duly as
He that in Rome was christen'd Julius,

The law can take a purse in open court,
And was address'd too by a crow,

Whilst it condemns a less delinquent for 't
As pertinently, long ago;
And, as wit goes by colleges,

Who can deserve, for breaking of the laws, As well as standing and degrees,

greater penance than an honest cause ? He still writes better than the rest, That 's of the house that's counted best.

All those that do but rob and steal enough,

Are punishinent and court-of-justice proof, Far greater numbers have been lost by hopes And need not fear, nor be concern'd a straw, Than all the magazines of daggers, ropes,

In all the idle bugbears of the law, And other ammunitions of despair,

But confidently rob the gallows too, Were ever able to dispatch by fear.

As well as other sufferers, of their due. There's nothing our felicities endears

Old laws have not been suffer'd to be pointed Like that which falls among our doubts and fears, 1To leave the sense at large the more disjointed,

And furnish lawyers, with the greater ease, While humbler plants are found to wear
To turn and wind them any way they please. Their fresh green liveries all the year;
The statute law 's their scripture, and reports So, when the glorious season 's gone
The ancient reverend fathers of their courts; With great men, and hard times come on,
Records their general councils; and decisions The great'st calamities oppress
Of judges on the bench their sole traditions, The greatest still, and spare the less.
For which, like catholics, they 've greater awe,
As th' arbitrary and unwritten law,

As when a greedy raven sees
And strive perpetually to make the standard A sheep entangled by the fleece,
Of right between the tenant and the landlord; With basty cruelty he flies
And, when two cases at a trial meet,

T attack him, and pick out his eyes;
That, like indentures, jump exactly fit,

So do those vultures use, that keep
And all the points, like chequer-tallies, suit, Poor prisoners fast like silly sheep,
The court directs the obstivat'st dispute ;

As greedily to prey on all
There's no decorum us’d of time, nor place, That in their ravenous clutches fall:
Nor quality, nor person, in the case.

For thorns and brambles, that came in

To wait upon the curse for sin, A man of quick and active wit

And were no part o'th' first creation, For drudgery is more unfit,

But, for revenge, a new plantation, Compar'd to those of duller parts,

Are yet the fitt'st materials Than running-nags to draw in carts.

T enclose the Earth with living walls.

So jailors, that are most accurst,
Too much or too little wit

Are found most fit in being worst.
Do only render th' owners fit
For nothing, but to be undone

THERE needs no other charm, nor conjurer,
Much easier than if they 'ad none.

To raise infernal spirits up, but fear;

That makes men pull their horns in like a snail, As those tbat are stark blind can trace

That's both a prisoner to itself, and jail; The nearest ways from place to place,

Draws more fantastic shapes, than in the grains And find the right way easier out,

Of knotted wood, in some men's crazy brains, Than those that hoodwink'd try to do 't;

When all the cocks they think they see, and bulls, So tricks of state are manag'd best

Are only in the insides of their sculls.
By those that are suspected least,
And greatest finesse brought about

The Roman mufti, with his triple crown,
By engines most unlike to Pt.

Does both the Earth, and Hell, and Heaven, own,

Beside th' imaginary territory, All the politics of the great

He lays a title to in Purgatory ; Are like the cunning of a cheat,

Declares bimself an absolute free prince That lets his false dice freely run,

In his dominions, only over sins; And trusts them to themselves alone,

But as for Heaven, since it lies so far But never lets a true one stir

Above him, is but only titular, Without some fingering trick or slur;

And, like his cross-keys badge upon a tavern, And, when the gamesters doubt his play,

Has nothing there to tempt, command, or gover: (onveys his false dice safe away,

Yet, when he comes to take account, and share And leaves the true ones in the lurch,

The profit of his prostituted ware, T endure the torture of the search.

He finds his gains increase, by sin and women,

Above his richest titular dominion.
What else does history use to tell us,
But tales of subjects being rebellious;

A JUBILEE is but a spiritual fair,
The vain perfidiousness of lords,

T expose to sale all sorts of impious ware, . And fatal breach of princes' words;

In which his holiness buys nothing in, The sottish pride and insolence

To stock his magazines, but deadly sin, Of statesmen, and their want of sense ;

And deals in extraordinary crimes, Their treachery, that undoes, of custom,

That are not vendible at other times;
Their own selves first, next those who trustthem? For dealing both for Judas and th' high-priest,

He makes a plentifuller trade of Christ.
BECKCSE a feeble limb's carest,
And more indulg'd than all the rest,

That spiritual pattern of the church, the ark, So frail and tender consciences

In which the ancient world did once einbark, Are humour'd to do what they please;

Had ne'er a helm in 't to direct its way, When that which goes for weak and feeble

Although bound through an universal sea; Is found the most incorrigible,

When all the modern church of Rome's concern To outdo all the fiends in Hell

Is nothing else but in the helm and stern. With rapine, murder, blood, and zeal.

In the church of Rome to go to shrift,
As, at th' approach of winter, all

Is but to put the soul on a clean shift.
The leaves of great trees use to fall,
And leave them naked to engage

An ass will with his long ears fray
With storms and tempests when they rage; The fjes, that tickle him, away ;


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