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S A T I R
T I R E II.
IR; though (I thank God for it) I do hate
Perfectly all this town; yet there's one state In all ill things so excellently best, That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the rest. Though Poetry, indeed, be such a sin, As, I think, that brings dearth and Spaniards in : Though like the pestilence, and old-fashion'd love, Ridlingly it catch men, and doth remove Never, till it be starv'd out; yet their state Is poor, disarm’d, like Papists, not worth hate.
One (like a wretch, which at barre judg'd as dead, Yet prompts him which stands next, and cannot read, And saves his life) gives Idiot Actors means, (Starving himself) to live by's labour'd scenes. As in some Organs, Puppits dance above And bellows pant bellow, which them do move. One would move love by rythmes; but witchcraft's
charms Bring not now their old fears, nor their old harms ;
S AT IR E II.
ES; thank my stars! as early as I knew
This Town, I had the sense to hate it too:
I grant that Poetry's a crying sin;
Here a lean Bard, whose wit could never give
One fings the Fair ; but songs no longer move; No rat is rhym'd to death, nor maid to love:
Rams, and flings now are filly battery,
But he is worst, who beggarly doth chaw
to out-usure Jews,
Notes. VER. 44. In what Commandment's large contents they drvell.] The Original is more humourous,
In vwhat Corrmandment's large recent they dwell. As if the Ten Commandments were so wide, as to stand ready
In love's, in nature's spite, the siege they hold,
These write to Lords, some mean reward to get,
26 Those write because all write, and fo have still Excuse for writing, and for writing ill.
Wretched indeed! but far more wretched yet Is he who makes his meal on others wit:
I pass o'er all those Confessors and Martyrs, 35
to receive every thing within thein, that either the Law Of Nature or che Gospel commands. A just ridicule on those practical Commentators, as they are called, who include all moral and religious Duties within them.