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Each day his Beads; but having left those laws,
Adds to Christ's prayer, the Power and Glory clause);
But when he sells or changes land, h' impaires
The writings, and (unwatch'd) leaves out ses heires,
As Nily as any Commenter goes by
Hard words, or sense; or, in Divinity
As controverters in vouch'd Texts, leave out
Shrewd words, which might against them clear the

doubt. Where are these spread woods which cloath'd

heretofore Those bought lands ? not built, not burnt within door. Where the old landlords troops, and almes? In halls Carthufian Fasts, and fulfome Bacchanals Equally I hate. Means bleft. In rich men's homes I bid kill fome beasts, but no hecatombs ; None starve, none surfeit so. But (oh) we allow Good works as good, but out of fashion now,



pears from several strokes in these Satires. We find amongft his works, a short fatirical thing called a Catalogue of rare Books, one article of which is intitled, M. Lutherus de abbreviatione Orationis Dominicæ, alluding to Luther's omiffion of the concluding Doxology in his two Catechisms ; which shews the Poet was fond of his joke. In this catalogue (to intimate huis sentiments of Reform. ation) he puts Erasmus and Reuchlin in the rank of Lully and Agrippa. I will only observe, that it was written in imitation of Rabelais's famous Catalogue of the Library of St. Vi&or, one of the finest passages in that extravagant Satire, which was the Manual of the Wits of this time. It was natural therefore to think, that the Catalogue of the Library of St. Vi&or would be. come, as it did, the subject of many imitations. The best of which are this of Dr. Donne's, and one of Sir Thomas Brown's.


But having cast his cowl, and left those laws,
Adds to Christ's prayer, the Power and Glory clause.

The lands are bought; but where are to be found
Those ancient woods that shaded all the ground ? 110
We see 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 hospitable door ? Well, I could wish, that still in lordly domes 115 Some beasts were kill'd, tho' not whole hecatombs; That both extremes were banilh'd from their walls, Carthufian fasts, and fulsome Bacchanals; And all mankind might that just Mean observe, In which none e'er could surfeit, none could starve.



-Dr. Donne afterwards took orders in the church of England. We have a large volume of his sermons in the false taste of that time. But the book which made his fortune was his Pseudo martyr, to prove that Papists ought to take the oath of allegiance. In this book, though Hooker had then written his Ecclefiaftical Policy, he has approved himself entirely ignorant both of the Origin and End of Civil Government. In the 168th page, and elsewhere, he kolds, that when men congregate to form the body of Civil Society, then it is, that the soul of Society, SoveREIGN Power, is sent into it immediately from God, just as he sends the foul into the human embryo, when the two sexes propagate their kind. In the 1gift page, and elsewhere, he maintains that the office of the civil Sovereign extends to the care of Souls. For this absurd and blasphemous trash, James I. made him Dean of St. Paul's; all the wit and sublimity of his genius having never enabled him to get bread throughout the better part of his life.


Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws Within the vast reach of th' huge statutes jaws.

VER. 121. These as good works, &c.] Dr. Donne says,

“ But (oh) we allow Good works as good, but out of fashion now.” The popith doctrine of good works was one of those abufes in Religion which the Church of England condemns in its Articles, To this the Poet's words fatirically allude. And having through. put this fatire given several malignant strokes at the Reformation, which it was penal, and then very dangerous, to abuse, he had reason to bespeak the Reader's candor, in the concluding lines,

words none draws
Within the yaft reach of th' huge Itatutes jaws.”


6 But my

These as good works, 'tis true, we all allow; 121
But oh! these 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 said, I trust, without offence;
Let no Court Sycophant pervert my fense,

126 Nor sly Informer watch these words to draw ! Within the reach of Treason, or the Law.

Ver. 125. Thus much I've said,] These three additional lines are redundant. And two strong epithets in the last line of Donne, vat and huge, were too emphatical to be omitted. WARTON. SATIRE IV.

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WELL; I may now receive, and die.

Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
A Purgatory, such as fear'd Hell is
A Recreation, and scant


of this.
My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath

Poyson'd with love to see or to be seen,
I had no suit there, nor new suit to show,
Yet went to Court; but as Glare which did go
To Mass in jest, catch'd, was fain to disburse
Two hundred markes, which is the Statutes curse,
Before he scap'd; so it pleas’d my destiny
(Guilty of my sin of going) to think me





Ver. 1. WELL; I may now receive, &c.] Warton properly obferves, that the beginning of this satire is much more pointed than Pope's paraphrastical lines. “ Receive and die," means the laft facrament, according to the Roman Catholic cuftom, before death

All the ceremonies are accurately described, in Father Hud. dlcfton's account of the death of Charles the Second. I mention this, because he uses an expreflion, that explains a passage in Shakespear,

Unhoufel'd, unanointed, unaneal'd.
Huddleston's words are, “I defired his Majesty that he would, in
the interim, give me leave to proceed to the Sacrament of Extreme
Unction: He replied, with all my heart. I then anoyled him."

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



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