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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,
They never mind the taking of their preys.
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,
But never be reduc'd to less than one.
All wit and fancy, like a diamond,
The more exact and curious 'tis ground,
The great St. Lewis, king of France,
Was routed and made prisoner:
And set them all at liberty.
And for the other offers bail,
The pyx, and in 't the eucharist,
The king's security for good :
Among themselves, 'tis grown so low.
Their bodies forward, and stoop low,
When th’ way is difficult and steep:
So those at court, that do address
Can stoop to any thing that 's base,
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,
But such as serves a present strait,
That runs behind hand, and has spent
Its credit to the last extent;
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,
Have fall’n as low as insolence.
INNOCENCE is a defence
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 thistles wear the softest down,
Who doth not know with what fierce rage
Man is supreme lord and master
Opinion governs all mankind,
Dame Fortune, some men's tutelar,
Great wits have only been preferr'd,
A GODly man, that has serv'd out his time
As geld, that 's proof against th' assay,
Why should not piety be made,
223 And men get money by devotion,
Which, though they keep no even pace,
Move true and constant to one place.
Love is too great a happiness
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,
To flames, and raptures, and love-tricks.
All sorts of votaries, that profess
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
To hinder their devout intents.
Most virgins marry, just as nuns
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,
Are out of season grown for brides.
The credit of the marriage-bed
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;
When princes idly lead about,
Those of their party follow suit, And poets by their sufferings grow;
Till others trump upon their play,
And turn the cards another way.
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,
But too much reason on each side?
Which men can neither want nor well endure.
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,
To get more money from the capital.
All that which Law and Equity miscalls
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,
The old wife, Law and Justice, will not trot.
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
When 'tis to judge on its own side.
The law can take a purse in open court,
Whilst it condemns a less delinquent for 't
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
As when a greedy raven sees
T attack him, and pick out his eyes;
So do those vultures use, that keep
As greedily to prey on all
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,
Are found most fit in being worst.
THERE needs no other charm, nor conjurer,
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.
The Roman mufti, with his triple crown,
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.
A JUBILEE is but a spiritual fair,
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;
He makes a plentifuller trade of Christ.
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,
Is but to put the soul on a clean shift.
An ass will with his long ears fray