No Commentator can more flily pass O'er a learn'd, unintelligible place; Or, in quotation, fhrew'd Divines leave out Those words, that would against them clear the doubt. So Luther thought the Pater-nofter long, When dom'd to fay his beads and Even-fong; 105 But having caft his cowle, and left thofe laws, The lands are bought; but where are to be found Those ancient woods, that shaded all the ground? We fee no new-built palaces afpire, No kitchens emulate the veftal fire. Where are those troops of Poor, that throng'd of yore The good old landlord's hospitable door! 115 Well, I could wifh, that ftill in lordly domes Some beats were kill'd, tho' not whole hecatombs ; When Luther was profest, he did defire Each day his Beads; but having left thofe laws, Adds to Chrift's prayer, the power and glory clause) But when he fells or changes land, h'impaires The writings, and (unwatch'd) leaves out, fes heires, As flily as any Commenter goes by Hard words, or fenfe; or, in Divinity As controverters in vouch'd Texts, leave out doubt. Where are these spread woods which cloath'd heretofore Thofe bought lands? not built, not burnt within door. 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 beafts, but no hecatombs; That both extremes were banish'd from their walls, Carthufian fafts, and fulfome Bacchanals; 120 And all mankind might that juft Mean observe, 125 None ftarve, none furfeit fo. But (oh) we allow SATIRE IV. W ELL, if it be my time to quit the stage, I die in charity with fool and knave, Secure of peace at least beyond the grave. Yet went to Court!-the Dev'l would have it fo. Well; I may now receive, and die. My fin A recreation, and fcant map of this. 5 10 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 fhow, But, as the Fool that in reforming days The fun e'er got, or flimy Nilus bore, 15 20 } 25 To Mafs in jeft, catch'd, was fain to disburse Than Africk Monfters, Guianaes rarities, Or Sloane or Woodward's wondrous fhelves contain, Nay, all that lying Travellers can feign. The watch would hardly let him pafs at noon, At night, would fwear him dropt out of the Moon. One whom the mob, when next we find or make Cry, by your Priesthood tell me what you are? 31 35 Such was the wight: Th' apparel on his back, Tho' coarfe, was rev`rend, and tho' bare was black: The fuit, if by the fashion one might guels, Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Bess, 40 But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd; So Time, that changes all things, had ordain'd! Firft turn plain rafh, then vanifh quite away. 45 This thing has travel'd, fpeaks each language too, And knows what's fit for ev'ry ftate to do; If he had liv'd then; and without help dies, His cloaths were ftrange, tho' coarfe, and black, though bare, Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been See it plain rafh a while, then nought at all. The thing hath travail d, and, faith, fpeaks all tongues, And only knoweth what to all States belongs, |