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Bows and votes on, in court and parliament;
Yes, Sir , how small foever be my heap,
What is’t to ine ( a passenger God wot)
» But why all this of av’rice : I have none 6, I wish you joy, Sir, of a tyrant gone ;
But does no other lord it at this hour,
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will ;
S A TIRES
DR. JOHN DONNE,
DEAN OF ST. PAUL'S,
Quid vetat et nofmet Lucili scripta legentes
The wit, the vigour, and the honesty of Mr. Pope's satiric writings had raised a great clamour against him, as if the supplement, as he calls it, to the public, laws was a violation of morality and society. In answer to this charge he had it in his purpose to shew, that one of the most respectable characters in the modest and virtuous age of Elisabeth, Dr. Donne had arraigned vice publicly, and shewn it iu stronger colours, than he had done, whether he found it » On the pillony, or near the throne «. In puriuance of this purpole, our poer hath admirably versified, as he expresses it, two sacyres of Dr. Done. He called it verlifying thein, because indeed the lines have nothing more of numbers, than their being composed of a certain quantity of syllables,
SATIRE I I.
IR, though (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town ; yet there's one fate 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 peftilence, and old-fashion'd love, Ridlingly it catch men , and doth reinove Never, till it be starv'd out ; yet their state Is poor , disırm'd, like papists , not worth hate.
One ( like a wretch , wlich at barre judg'd as dead, Yer 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 below, which them do move. One would move love by rythmes ; but witchcraft's
charms Bring not now their old fears, nor their old harms;