Discharge all damages and costs Of markets, churches, and of courts; With all the charges incident, To purchase this world, Hell, or Heaven. SHOULD Once the world resolve t' abolish All that 's ridiculous and foolish, It would have nothing left to do, T' apply in jest or earnest to, No business of importance, play, Or state, to pass its time away. THE world would be more just, if truth and lies, And right and wrong, did bear an equal price; But, since impostors are so highly rais'd, And faith and justice equally debas'd, Few men have tempers, for such paltry gains, T' undo themselves with drudgery and pains. THE Sottish world without distinction looks On all that passes on th' account of books; And, when there are two scholars that within The species only hardly are a-kin, The world will pass for men of equal knowledge, If equally they've loiter'd in a college. CRITICS are like a kind of flies, that breed In wild fig-trees, and, when they 're grown up, feed As all fanatics preach, so all men write, Out of the strength of gifts, and inward light, In spite of art; as horses thorough pac'd Were never taught, and therefore go more fast. In all mistakes the strict and regular Are found to be the desperat'st ways to err, And worst to be avoided; as a wound Is said to be the harder cur'd that 's round; For errour and mistake, the less they appear, In th' end are found to be the dangerouser; As no man minds those clocks that use to go Apparently too over-fast or slow. THE truest characters of ignorance THE metaphysic 's but a puppet motion, 'Tis not the art of schools to understand, But make things hard, instead of being explain'd; And therefore those are commonly the learned'st MORE proselytes and converts use t' accrue To false persuasions than the right and true; For errour and mistake are infinite, But truth has but one way to be i' th' right; As numbers may t' infinity be grown, But never be reduc'd to less than one. ALL wit and fancy, like a diamond, The more exact and curious 'tis ground, Is forc'd for every carat to abate As much in value as it wants in weight. THE great St. Lewis, king of France, The king pays down one half o' th' nail, THOSE that go up hill use to bow Can stoop to any thing that 's base, ALL acts of grace, and pardon, and oblivion, Are meant of services that are forgiven, And not of crimes delinquents have committed, And rather been rewarded than acquitted. LIONS are kings of beasts, and yet their power Is not to rule and govern, but devour: Such savage kings all tyrants are, and they No better than mere beasts that do obey. NOTHING's more dull and negligent Than an old lazy government, That knows no interest of state, But such as serves a present strait, And, to patch up, or shift, will close, Or break alike, with friends or foes; That runs behind hand, and has spent Its credit to the last extent; And, the first time 'tisfat a loss, Has not one true friend nor one crues. THE Devil was the first o' th' name From whom the race of rebels came, Who was the first bold undertaker Of bearing arms against his Maker, And, though miscarrying in th' event, Was never yet known to repent, Though tumbled from the top of bliss Down to the bottomless abyss; A property which, from their prince, The family owns ever since, And therefore ne'er repent the evil They do or suffer, like the Devil. THE worst of rebels never arm To do their king or country harm; But draw their swords to do them good, As doctors cure by letting blood. No seared conscience is so fell As that which has been burnt with zeal; To Christian charity and peace. As thistles wear the softest down, MAN is supreme lord and master DAME Fortune, some men's tutelar, Takes charge of them, without their care; GREAT wits have only been preferr'd, As gold, that 's proof against th' assay, So some men, having stood the hate Transported with a false caress Of unacquainted happiness, Lost to humanity and sense, Have fall'n as low as insolence. INNOCENCE is a defence For nothing else but patience; WHO doth not know with what fierce rage Opinions, true or false, engage; And, 'cause they govern all mankind, Like the blind's leading of the blind, All claim an equal interest, And free dominion o'er the rest? And, as one shield, that fell from Heaven, Was counterfeited by eleven, The better to secure the fate And lasting empire of a state, The false are numerous, and the true, OPINION governs all mankind, Like the blind's leading of the blind; For he that has no eyes in 's head, Must be by a dog glad to be led; And no beasts have so little in them As that inhuman brute, Opinion; 'Tis an infectious pestilence, The tokens upon wit and sense, That with a venomous contagion Invades the sick imagination; And, when it seizes any part, It strikes the poison to the heart. This men of one another catch By contact, as the humours match; And nothing 's so perverse in nature As a profound opiniator. AUTHORITY intoxicates, And makes mere sots of magistrates; A GODLY man, that has serv'd out his time In holiness, may set up any crime; As scholars, when they 've taken their degrees, May set up any faculty they please. WHY should not piety be made, As well as equity, a trade, And men get money by devotion, A TEACHER'S doctrine, and his proof, THE Soberest saints are more stiff-necked Than th' hottest-headed of the wicked. HYPOCRISY will serve as well To propagate a church, as zeal; As persecution and promotion Do equally advance devotion: So round white stones will serve, they say, As well as eggs, to make hens lay. THE greatest saints and sinners have been made Of proselytes of one another's trade. YOUR wise and cautious consciences And challenge Heaven, they made them to, And only keeps Has no superior control, But what itself sets o'er the soul; Of all sorts, for all sorts of vices; And charm whole herds of beasts, like Orpheus; Make mountains move with greater force And not their movements, wheels, and springs. ALL love, at first, like generous wine, THE motions of the Earth, or Sun, Which, though they keep no even pace, Move true and constant to one place. Love is too great a happiness For wretched mortals to possess ; For, could it hold inviolate Against those cruelties of Fate, Which all felicities below By rigid laws are subject to, It would become a bliss too high For perishing mortality, Translate to Earth the joys above; For nothing goes to Heaven but love. ALL wild but generous creatures live, of course, T' his own and only female is gallant; THE Souls of women are so small, And, though their passions have most power, ALL sorts of votaries, that profess To bind themselves apprentices To Heaven, abjure, with solemn vows, Not Cut and Long-tail, but a spouse, As th' worst of all impediments To hinder their devout intents. MOST virgins marry, just as nuns The same thing the same way renounce; Before they 've wit to understand The bold attempt they take in hand; Or, having staid and lost their tides, Are out of season grown for brides. THE credit of the marriage-bed Has been so loosely husbanded, Men only deal for ready money, And women, separate alimony; And ladies-errant, for debauching, Have better terms, and equal caution; And, for their journeywork and pains, The charwomen clear greater gains. WHAT makes all subjects discontent Against a prince's government, And princes take as great offence At subjects' disobedience, And those that have writ best, had they been That neither th' other can abide, rich, Had ne'er been clapp'd with a poetic itch; But, being for all other trades unfit, THEY that do write in others' praises, That sets a gloss on what 's amiss, IN foreign universities, When a king's born, or weds, or dies, Some write in Hebrew, some in Greek, And seem more learnedish than those And, as wit goes by colleges, As well as standing and degrees, He still writes better than the rest, That 's of the house that 's counted best. FAR greater numbers have been lost by hopes Than all the magazines of daggers, ropes, And other ammunitions of despair, Were ever able to dispatch by fear. THERE's nothing our felicities endears Like that which falls among our doubts and fears, But too much reason on each side? AUTHORITY is a disease and cure, Which men can neither want nor well endure. DAME Justice puts her sword into the scales, With which she's said to weigh out true and false, With no design but, like the antique Gaul, To get more money from the capital. ALL that which Law and Equity miscalls For one at one time, and upon free cost, is THE law, that makes more knaves than e'er it hung Little considers right or wrong; But, like authority, 's soon satisfy'd THE law can take a purse in open court, Wno can deserve, for breaking of the laws, A greater penance than an honest cause? ALL those that do but rob and steal enough, Are punishment and court-of-justice proof, And need not fear, nor be concern'd a straw, In all the idle bugbears of the law, But confidently rob the gallows too, As well as other sufferers, of their due. OLD laws have not been suffer'd to be pointed To leave the sense at large the more disjointed, And furnish lawyers, with the greater ease, And strive perpetually to make the standard A MAN of quick and active wit Too much or too little wit Do only render th' owners fit For nothing, but to be undone Much easier than if they 'ad none. As those that are stark blind can trace The nearest ways from place to place, And find the right way easier out, Than those that hoodwink'd try to do 't; So tricks of state are manag'd best By those that are suspected least, And greatest finesse brought about By engines most unlike to do 't. ALL the politics of the great Are like the cunning of a cheat, That lets his false dice freely run, And trusts them to themselves alone, But never lets a true one stir Without some fingering trick or slur; And, when the gamesters doubt his play, Conveys his false dice safe away, And leaves the true ones in the lurch, Tendure the torture of the search. WHAT else does history use to tell us, of statesmen, and their want of sense; Their own selves first, next those who trustthem? BECAUSE a feeble limb 's carest, And more indulg'd than all the rest, As, at th' approach of winter, all With storms and tempests when they rage; VOL VIII While humbler plants are found to wear As when a greedy raven sees T' attack him, and pick out his eyes; That in their ravenous clutches fall: T'enclose the Earth with living walls. THERE needs no other charm, nor conjurer, To raise infernal spirits up, but fear; That makes men pull their horns in like a snail, That's both a prisoner to itself, and jail; Draws more fantastic shapes, than in the grains Of knotted wood, in some men's crazy brains, When all the cocks they think they see, and bulls, Are only in the insides of their sculls. THE Roman mufti, with his triple crown, Does both the Earth, and Hell, and Heaven, own, Beside th' imaginary territory, He lays a title to in Purgatory; Declares himself an absolute free prince In his dominions, only over sins; But as for Heaven, since it lies so far Above him, is but only titular, And, like his cross-keys badge upon a tavern, Has nothing there to tempt, command, or govern: He finds his gains increase, by sin and women, A JUBILEE is but a spiritual fair, T' expose to sale all sorts of impious ware, In which his holiness buys nothing in, To stock his magazines, but deadly sin, And deals in extraordinary crimes, That are not vendible at other times; For dealing both for Judas and th' high-priest, He makes a plentifuller trade of Christ. THAT Spiritual pattern of the church, the ark, In which the ancient world did once embark, Had ne'er a helm in 't to direct its way, Although bound through an universal sea; When all the modern church of Rome's concern Is nothing else but in the helm and stern. In the church of Rome to go to shrift, Is but to put the soul on a clean shift. An ass will with his long ears fray The flies, that tickle him, away; Q |