And taught his Romans, in much better metre, "To laugh at Fools who put their trust in Peter." IO In reverend Bishops note some small Neglects, Who cropt our Ears, and fent them to the King. Could please at Court, and make AUGUSTUS fmile: His Friend and Shame, and was a kind of Screen. Go fee Sir ROBERT P. See Sir ROBERT !--hum And never laugh-for all my life to come? 15 25 30 35 F. Why F. Why yes with Scripture ftill you may be free; A Horse-laugh, if you please, at Honesty; A Joke on JEKYLL, or fome odd Old Whig, Whom all Lord Chamberlains allow the Stage: any 40 45 50 If "Who's the Man, so near afk you, "His Prince, that writes in Verfe, and has his ear?" Why anfwer LYTTELTON, and I'll engage The worthy Youth shall ne'er be in a rage: But were his Verfes vile, his Whisper base: You'd quickly find him in Lord Fanny's cafe. Sejanus, Wolfey, hurt not honest FLEURY, But well may put fome Statesmen in a fury. Laugh then at any, but at Fools or Foes; Thefe you but anger, and you mend not thofe. Laugh at your Friends, and, if your Friends are fore, 55 So much the better, you may laugh the more. To Vice and Folly to confine the jest, Sets half the world, God knows, against the rest; At Senfe and Virtue balance all again. P. Dear Sir, forgive the Prejudice of Youth: 60 65 The The honey dropping from Favonio's tongue, And all the well-whipt Cream of Courtly Senfe, As, though the Pride of Middleton and Bland, No Gazetteer more innocent than I And let, a God's name, every Fool and Knave 70 75 80 85 For Merit will by turns forfake them all; Would you know when? exactly when they falt. There, There, where no Paffion, Pride, or Shame tranfport, There, where no Father's, Brother's, Friend's disgrace Once break their reft, or ftir them from their Place: But paft the Sense of human Miseries, All Tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes; No cheek is known to blush, no heart to throb, P. Good Heaven forbid, that I should blaft their glory, 110 Ye Gods! fhall Cibber's Son, without rebuke, 115 Swear like a Lord, or Rich outwhore a Duke? A Favourite's Porter with his Master vie, Be brib'd as often, and as often lie? Shall Ward draw Contracts with a Statefman's fkill? Or Japhet pocket, like his Grace, a Will? 120 Is it for Bond, or Peter, (paltry things) To pay their Debts, or keep their Faith, like Kings? VARIATION. Ver. 112. in fome editions, Who ftarves a Mother If If Blount difpatch'd himself, he play'd the man, But fhall a Printer, weary of his life, 125 130 135 Learn, from their Books, to hang himself and Wife? This, this, my friend, I cannot, must not bear; Vice thus abus'd, demands a Nation's care; This calls the Church to deprecate our Sin, And hurls the Thunder of the Laws on Gin. Let modeft Fofter, if he will, excell Ten Metropolitans in preaching well; A fimple Quaker, or a Quaker's Wife, Outdo Landaffe in Doctrine, -yea in Life: Let humble Allen, with an aukward Shame, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it Fame, Virtue may choofe the high or low Degree, 'Tis juft alike to Virtue, and to me; Dwell in a Monk, or light upon a King, She's ftill the fame belov'd, contented thing. Vice is undone, if the forgets her Birth, And stoops from Angels to the dregs of Earth : But 'tis the Fall degrades her to a Whore ; Let Greatnefs own her, and fhe's mean no more, Her Birth, her Beauty, Crowds and Courts confess, Chafte Matrons praife her, and grave Bishops blefs; In golden Chains the willing World fhe draws, And hers the Gofpel is, and hers the Laws, Mounts the Tribunal, lifts her fearlet head, And fees pale Virtue carted in her ftead. Lo! at the wheels of her triumphal Car, Old England's Genius, rough with many a Scar, 140 150 Dragg'd |