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So vaft, our new Divines, we must confess,
Are Fathers of the Church for writing less.
Or, in quotation, fhrewd Divines leave out
But having caft his cowle, and left thofe laws,
No kitchens emulate the vestal fire.
by a new claufe. This reprefentation of the first part of his conduct was to ridicule his want of devotion; as the other, where he tells us, that the addition was the power and glory claufe, was to fatirize his ambition; and both together to infinuate that, from a Monk, he was become totally fecularized. ---About this time of his life Dr. Donne had a strong propensity to Popery, which appears from several strokes in thefe fatires. We find amongst his works, a short satirical thing called a Catalogue of rare books, one article of which is intitled, M. Lutherus de abbreviatione Orationis Domiricæ, alluding to Luther's omiffion of the concluding Doxology, in his two Catechifms, which fhews he was fond of the joke; and, in the first instance, (for the fake of his moral) at the expence of truth. As his putting Erafmus and Reuchlin in the rank of Lully and Agrippa, fhews what were then his fentiments of Reformation.
Where the old landlords troops, and almes? In halls Carthufian Fafts, and fulfome Bacchanals
Equally I hate. Mean's bleft. In rich men's homes
I bid kill fome beasts, but no hecatombs ;
None starve, none furfeit fo. But (oh) we allow Good works as good, but out of fashion now, Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws
Within the vaft reach of th' huge statutes jawes.
VER. 127. Treafon, or the Law.] By the Law is here meant the Lawyers.
Where are those troops of Poor, that throng'd of yore
Thus much I've said, I trust, without offence;
ELL; I may now receive, and die. My fin
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 feen,
I had no fuit there, nor new fuit to show,
VER. 19. Nor the vain itch t' admire, or be admir'd ;] Courtiers have the fame pride in admiring, that Poets have in being admir'd. For Vanity is as often gratified in paying our court to our fuperiors, as in receiving it from our inferiors..
ELL, if it be my time to quit the stage,
I die in charity with fool and knave,
With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd,
Who live at Court, for going once that way!