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And spying heirs melting with lusury, Satan will not joy at their fins as he : For ( as a thrifty wench scrapes kitchen-stuffe, And barrelling the droppings, and the snuffe Of wasting candles, which in thirty year, Reliquely kept , perchance buys wedding chear) Piecemeal he gets lands, and spends as much tiine Wringing each acre , as maids pulling prime, In parchment then , large as the fields, he draws Assurances , big as glofs'd civil laws, So huge that men ( in our times forwardness) Are fathers of the church for writing less. These he writes not; nor for these written payes, Therefore spares no length ( as in those firft dayes When Luther was profest, he did desire Short Pater-nofters , saying as a fryer 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 ( unwalch’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 Shrew'd 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 Carthusian fasts, and fulsome bacchanals
And when rank widows purchase luscious nights,
So Luther thought the Pater-nofter long,
The lands are bought; but where are to be found Those ancient woods, that shaded all the ground! We see no new-built palaces aspire, No kitchens emulate the veftal 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 Some beasts were kill'd, tho' not whole hecatomlıs; That both extremes were banish'd from their walls, Carchusian fasts, and fullome bacchanals; VOL. II.
Equally I hate. Mean's bleft. In rich men's homes
And all mankind might that just mean observe,
Thus much I've said, I trust, without offencc;
SATIRE I V.
W :11; I may now receive, and die. My fin
Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath beca