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Corp'ral, quoth the devil, and began to roar,
TELL me not of lords and laws,
T Rules or reformation,
To the welfare of the nation ;
For all their domination;
Or meerly for a fashion.
All our expence of Blood and purse
Has yet produc'd no profit ;
And will whate'er comes of it ; ,
To make our game the furer ;
Tho' something now demurer,
And it cannot but be fo,
Since those toys in fashion ;
Meer bigots of the nation ;
Audaciously they vent're ye ;
They lay their consciences afide,
And all to look like gentry.
Crimes are not punish'd 'cause they're crimes,
But 'cause they're low and little ; Mean men for mean faults in these times
Make satisfaction to a tittle, While those in office and in-power, Boldly the underlings devour,
Our cobweb-laws can't hold 'em ; They sell for many a thousand crown Things which were never yet their own, And this is law and custom grown;
'Cause those do judge who fold 'em.
Brothers still with brothers brawl,
And for trifles sue 'em,.,.; . For two pronouns that spoil all,
Contentious meum and tuum ;
To sacrifice his fury;
Or ign'rance of the jury.
See the tradesman, how he thrives
With perpetual trouble;
His estate t'enlarge and double ;
And to be one o'th' Quorum,
And yet are brought before 'em.
And And his way to get all this,
Is meer diffimulation;
And scapes no schism in fashion:
And winks, and writes at random ;
As if Goliah scann'd 'em.
But when death begins his threats,
And his conscience struggles,
Then at heaven he turns his juggles ;
An hospital or school-house ;
Thus these jack-puddings fool us!
All he gets by's pains, i'th' close,
Is, that he dy'd worth so much ; Which he on's doubtful seed bestows,
That neither care nor know much : Then fortune's favourite, his heir, Bred base, and ignorant, and bare,
Is blown up like a bubble ; Who, wondring at's own sudden rise, By pride, fimplicity, and vice, : Falls to his sports, drink, drabs, and dice,
And makes all fly like stubble.
And the church, the other twin,
Whose mad zeal enrag'd us, Is not purified a pin
By all those broils in which fh'engag'd us :
We our wives turn'd out of doors,
To make an alteration :
And here's our reformation!
"Tis a madness then to make
Thriving our employment,
Since we've posseflion, not enjoyment.
We ne'er shall better find 'em;
Of sack, and never mind 'em.
CINCE it has been lately enacted high-treason
For a man to speak truth of the heads of the state, Let every one make use of his reason,
See and hear what he can, but take heed what he prate ; For the proverbs do learn us,
He that stays from the battle Peeps in a whole skin,
Let the three kingdoms fall to one of the prime ones,
My mind is a kingdom, and shall be to me: I'd make it appear, if I had but the time once,
I'm happier with one than he can be with three,
He that's mounted on high, is a mark for the hate,
While he that lies low is secure in his state,
I'm never the better which fide gets the battle,
The tubs or the croffes, what is it to me? 'Twill neither encrease my goods nor my chattle,
For a beggar's a beggar, and so he fhall be, Unless he turn traytor.
Let misers take courses to heap up their treasure, Whose luft has no limits, whose mind has no measure ;
Let me but bé quiet, and take a little pleasure, A little contents my nature.
My petition shall be, that canary be cheaper,
Without patent, or custom, or curfed excise, That the wits may have leave to drink deeper and deeper,
And not be undone while their heads they baptize,
If this were but granted, who wou'd not desire
We'll ring out the bells when our noses are on fire,
I account him no wit that is gifted at railing.
And flirting at those who above him do fit, While they can outdo him at whipping and jayling,
Then his purse or his person must pay for his wit, 'Tis better to be drinking :
If sack were reform'd into twelve-pence a quart,
And with a true friend wou'd make merry and sport, Not a word, but we'll pay 'em with thinking.
W I TH face and fafhion to be known,
V With eyes all white, and many a groan, .
'Tis a new teacher about the town, Ob! the town's new teacher.