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No Commentator can more flily pass

O'er a learn'd, unintelligible place;

Or, in quotation, fhrewd Divines leave out


Those words, that would against them clear the doubt.
So Luther thought the Pater-nofter long,

When doom'd to fay his beads and Even fong; 105
But having caft his cowle, and left those laws,
Adds to Chrift's pray'r, the Pow'r and Glory claufe.

The lands are bought; but where are to be found Those ancient woods, that shaded all the ground? We fee no new-built palaces aspire,

No kitchens emulate the vestal fire.


Where are those troops of Poor, that throng'd of yore The good old landlord's hofpitable door?

Well, I could wish, that still in lordly domes


Some beasts were kill'd, tho' not whole hecatombs;
That both extremes were banish'd from their walls,
Carthufian fafts, and fulfome Bacchanals;
And all mankind might that just Mean observe,
In which none e'er could furfeit, none could starve.
These as good works, 'tis true, we all allow;
But oh! thefe works are not in fashion now:
Like rich old wardrobes, things extremely rare,
Extremely fine, but what no man will wear.

Thus much I've faid, I truft, without offence;
Let no Court Sycophant pervert my sense,
Nor fly Informer watch these words to draw
Within the reach of Treafon, or the Law.






ELL; I may now receive, and die. My fin
Indeed is great, but yet I have been in

A Purgatory, fuch as fear'd hell is

A recreation, and fcant map of this.

My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath been Poyfon'd with love to fee or to be seen,

I had no fuit there, nor new fuit to show,

Yet went to Court; but as Glare which did go

To Mafs in jeft, catch'd, was fain to disburse

Two hundred markes, which is the Statutes curfe,


VER. 1. Well, if it be etc.] Donne fays,

Well; I may now receive and die.

which is very indecent language on fo ludicrous an occafion

VER. EP. 3. I die in charity with fool and knave,] We verily think he did. But of the immediate caule of his departure hence there is fome fmall difference between his Friends and Enemies. His family fuggefts that a general decay of nature, which had been long coming on, ended with a Droply in the breaft, enough to have killed Hercules. The Gentlemen of the Dunciad maintain, that be



ELL, if it be my time to quit the stage,

W Adieu to all the follies of the age!

I die in charity with fool and knave,
Secure of peace at least beyond the grave.
I've had my Purgatory here betimes,
And paid for all my fatires, all my rhymes.
The Poet's hell, its tortures, fiends, and flames,

To this were trifles, toys and empty names.
With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd,
Nor the vain itch t'admire, or be admir'd;
I hop'd for no commiffion from his Grace;
1 bought no benefice, I begg'd no place;
Had no new verses, nor new fuit to show;
Yet went to Court !-the Dev'l would have it fo.
But, as the Fool that in reforming days.

Wou'd go to Mafs in jeft (as story says)





fell by the keen pen of our redoubtable Laureat. We ourselves should be inclined to this latter opinion, for the fake of ornamenting his ftory; for it would be a fine thing for his Hiftorian to be able to fay, that he died, like his immortal namefake, Alexander the Great, by a drug of se deadly cold a nature, that, as Plutarch and other grave writers tell us, it could be contained in nothing but the Scull of an Ass. SCRIBL.

VER. 7. The Poct's bell] He has here with great prudence corrected the licentious expreffion of his Original.


Before he scap'd; fo it pleas'd my destiny
(Guilty of my fin of going) to think me
As prone to all ill, and of good as forget-
full, as proud, luftfull, and as much in debt,
As vain, as witlefs, and as falfe, as they
Which dwell in Court, for once going that way.

Therefore I fuffer'd this; towards me did run
A thing more strange, than on Nile's flime the Sun
E'er bred, or all which into Noah's Ark came:
A thing which would have pos'd Adam to name:
Stranger than feven Antiquaries ftudies,
Than Africk Monsters, Guianaes rarities,
Stranger than strangers: one who, for a Dane,
In the Danes Maffacre had fure been flain,
If he had liv'd then; and without help dies,
When next the Prentices 'gainst strangers rife;
One whom the watch at noon lets fcarce go by;
One, to whom the examining Juftice fure would cry,
Sir, by your Priesthood tell me what you are?

His cloaths were ftrange, tho' coarse, and black,
though bare,

Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been
Velvet, but 'twas now (fo much ground was feen)
Become Tufftaffaty; and our children shall
See it plain rash a while, then nought at all

a This is ill expreffed, for it only means, he would be more stared at than Strangers are.

Could not but think, to pay his fine was odd,
Since 'twas no form'd defign of ferving God;
So was I punish'd, as if full as proud
As prone to ill, as negligent of good,
As deep in debt, without a thought to pay,
As vain, as idle, and as falfe, as they
Who live at Court, for going once that way!
Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold! there came
A thing which Adam had been pos'd to name;
Noah had refus'd it lodging in his Ark,
Where all the Race of Reptiles might embark:
A verier monster, than on Africk's fhore
The fun e'er got, or flimy Nilus bore,




Or Sloane or Woodward's wondrous fhelves contain, Nay, all that lying Travellers can feign.

The watch would hardly let him pafs at noon,

At night, wou'd swear him dropt out of the Moon.
One whom the mob, when next we find or make
A popish plot, fhall for a Jefuit take,

And the wife Juftice ftarting from his chair
Cry, By your Priesthood tell me what you are?




Such was the wight: Th' apparel on his back Tho' coarse, was rev'rend, and tho' bare, was black: The fuit, if by the fashion one might guess, Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Bess, But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd; So Time, that changes all things, had ordain'd!

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