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Dr. JOHN DONNE,
Dean of ST. PAUL's,
Quid vetat et nofmet Lucili fcripta legentes
SA TIRE II.
VIR; though (I thank God for it) I do hate
Perfe&tly all this town; yet there's one ftate In all ill things, so excellently beft, That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the ret. Though Poetry, indeed, be such a sin, As I think, that brings dearth and Spaniards in: Though like the peftilence, and old-fashion'd love, Ridlingly it catch men, and doth remove Never, till it be ftarv'd out; yet their state Is poor, disarmd, like Papifts, not worth hate.
One (like a wretch, which at barre judg'd as dead, Yet prompts him which stands next, and cannot read, And faves his life) gives Idiot Actors means, (Starving himself) to live by's labour'd fcenes. As in fome Organs, Puppits dance above And bellows pant below, which them do move. One would move love by rythmes; but witchcraft's
charms Bring not now their old fears, nor their old harms;
ES; thank my stars ! as early as I knew
This Town, I had the fenfe to hate it too :
5 As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores.
I grant that Poetry's a crying fin;
Here a lean Bard, whose wit could never give
One fings the Fair ; but fongs no longer move; No rat is rhym'd to death, nor maid to love:
Rams, and flings now are filly battery,
But he is worst, who beggarly doth chaw
to out-usure Jews, T' outdrink the sea, t'out-swear the Letanie, Who with fins ail kinds as familiar be. As Confessors, and for whose finful fake Schoolmen new tenements in hell must make; Whose strange fins Canonists could hardly tell In which Commandment's large receit they dwell.
VEP. 44. In what Commandment's large contents they dwell.] The Original is more humourous,
In which Commandment's large receit they dwell. As if the Ten Commandments were so wide, as to stand ready to receive every thing within them, that either the Law of Natur or the Gospel commands. A just ridicule on thofe practical Corte
In love's, in nature's spite, the siege they hold,
These write to Lords, some mean reward to get,
I pass o'er all those Confessors and Martyrs, 35 Who live like St-n, or who die like Chartres, Out-cant old Efdras, or out-drink his heir, Out-usure Jews, or Irishmen out-swear; Wicked as Pages, who in early years A&t fins which Prisca's Confessor scarce hears. 40 Ev'n those I pardon, for whose finful fake Schoolmen new tenements in hell must make; Of whose strange crimes no Canonist can tell In what Commandment's large contents they dwell,
mentators, as they are called, who include all moral and religious Daties within them. Whereas their true original sense is much more confined, being a short fummary of duty fitted for a fingle People, upon a particular cocafion, and to serve transitory ends.