Fools change in England, and new fools arise; 35
For tho' th' immortal species never dies,
Yet ev'ry year new maggots make new flies:
But where he lives abroad he scarce can find
One fool for millions that he left behind.
EPILOGUE to THE PILGRIM.
PERHAPS the Parson stretch'd a point too far,
When with our theatres he wag'd a war.
He tells you that this very moral age
Receiv'd the first infection from the stage.
But, sure, a banish'd court, with lewdness fraught, 5
The seeds of open vice, returning, brought.
Thus lodg'd (as vice by great example thrives)
It first debauch'd the daughters and the wives.
London, a fruitful soil, yet never bore
So plentiful a crop of horns before.
The poets, who must live by courts or starve,
Were proud so good a government to serve,
And, mixing with buffoons and pimps profane,
Tainted the stage for some small snip of gain.
For they, like harlots, under bawds profest,
Took all th' ungodly pains, and got the least.
Thus did the thriving malady prevail,
The court its head, the poets but the tail.
The sin was of our native growth 'tis true,
The scandal of the sin was wholly new.
Misses they were, but modestly conceal'd;
Whitehall the naked Venus first reveal'd,
Who standing, as at Cyprus, in her shrine,
The strumpet was ador'd with rites divine.
Ere this, if saints had any secret motion,
'Twas chamber-practice all, and close devotion.
pass the peccadillos of their time;
Nothing but open lewdness was a crime.
A monarch's blood was venial to the nation,
Compar'd with one foul act of fornication.
Now they would silence us, and shut the door,
That let in all the bare-fac'd vice before.
As for reforming us, which some pretend,
That work in England is without an end :
Well may we change, but we shall never mend.
Yet if you can but bear the present stage,
We hope much better of the coming age.
What would you say if we should first begin
To stop the trade of love behind the scene,
Where actresses make bold with marry'd men?
For while abroad so prodigal the dolt is.
Poor spouse at home as ragged as a colt is.
In short, we'll grow as moral as we can.
Save here and there a woman or a man:
But neither you nor we, with all our pains.
Can make clean work; there will be some remains
While you have still yourOates and we our Haynes.
HAPPY and free, securely blest,
No beauty could desturb my rest;
My am'rous heart was in despair,
To find a new victorious fair :
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Till you, descending on our plains,
With foreign force renew my chains:
Where now you rule without control,
The mighty sov'reign of my soul.
Your smiles have more of conqu❜ring charms
Than all your native country arms:
Their troops we can expel with ease,
Who vanquish only when we please.
But in your eyes, oh! there's the spell,
Who can see them and not rebel?
You make us captives by your stay,
Yet kill us if you go away.
CLARENDON had law and sense;
Clifford was fierce and brave;
Bennet's grave looks was a pretence,
And Danby's matchless impudence
Help'd to support the knave.
But Sunderland, Godolphin, Lory, These will appear such chits in story, 'Twill turn all politics to jests,
Shall free-born men, in humble awe,
Submit to servile shame,
Who from consent and custom draw
The same right to be rul'd by law
Which kings pretend to reign?
Till you, descending on our plains,
With foreign force renew my chains :
Where now you rule without control,
The mighty sov'reign of my soul.
Your smiles have more of conqu❜ring charms
Than all your native country arms:
Their troops we can expel with ease,
Who vanquish only when we please.
But in your eyes, oh! there's the spell,
Who can see them and not rebel?
You make us captives by your stay,
Yet kill us if you go away.
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