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For you he walks the streets thro' rain or duft,
Then strongly fencing ill-got wealth by law,
When Luther was profeft, he did defire
tofore Those bought lands? not built, not burnt within
door. Where the old landlords troops, and almes? In halls Carthufian Fasts, and fulsome Bacchanals Equally I hate. Mean’s blest. In rich men's homes I bid kill some beasts, but no hecatombs; None starve, none surfeit so. But (oh) we allow Good works as good, but out of fashion now, Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws Within the vast reach of th' huge statutes jawes.
NOTES. Ver. 127. Treafon, or the Law.] By the Law is here meant the Lawyers.
No Commentator can more sily pass
100 O’er a learn'd, unintelligible place ; Or, in quotation, shrewd Divines leave out Those words, that would against them clear the doubt.
So Luther thought the Pater-nofter long, When doom'd to say his beads and Even song; 105 But having cast his cowle, and left those laws, Adds to Christ's pray’r, the Pow'r and Glory clause.
The lands are bought; but where are to be found Those ancient woods, that shaded all the ground? We fee no new-built palaces aspire,
119 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 114 · Some beasts were kill'd, tho' not whole hecatombs;
That both extremes were banish'd from their walls,
Thus much I've said, I trust, without offence; Let no Court Sycophant pervert my sense,
125 Nor sy Informer watch these words to draw Within the reach of Treason, or the Law.,
T I R
ELL; 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 been
. Well; I may now receive and die. which is very indecent language on so ludicrous an occafion.
Ver. 3. I die in charity with fool and knave,] We verily think he did. But of the immediate cause of his departure hence there is some small difference between his Friends and Enemies. His family suggests that a general
decay of nature, which had been long coming on, ended . with a Droply in the breast, enough to have killed Her
cules. The Gentlemen of the Dunciad maintain, that he
S A TIRE IV.
TI ELL, if it be my time to quit the stage,
V Adieu to all the follies of the age !
With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd, Nor the vain itch t'admire, or be admir’d; 10 I hop'd for no commiffion from his Grace; I bought no benefice, I begg’d no place; Had no new verses, nor new fuit to show; Yet went to Court !--the Devil would have it fo. But, as the Fool that in reforming days Wou'd go to Mass in jest (as story says)
Notes. fell by the keen pen of our redoubtable Laureat. We ourselves should be inclined to this latter opinion, for the fake of ornamenting his story ; for it would be a fine thing for his Historian to be able to say, that he died, like his immortal namesake, Alexander the Great, by a drug of so deadly cold a nature, that, as Plutarch and other grave writers tell us, it could be contained in nothing but the Scull of an Ass. ScribL.
Ver. 7. The Poet's hell] He has here with great pru. dence corrected the licentious expression of his Original.