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Dr. JOHN DONNE,
Dean of St. PAUL's,
Quid vetat et nofmet Lucili fcripta legentes
S A T I RE E II.
IR; though (I thank God for it) I do hate
Perfectly all this town ; yet there's one state In all ill things so excellently best, That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the reft. 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 starv'd out; yet their state Is poor, disarm’d, like Papists, not worth hate.
One (like a wreteh, which at barre judg’d as dead, Vet prompts him which stands next, and cannot reads And saves his life) gives Idiot Actors means, (Starving himself) to live by's labour'd scenes. As in fome Organs, Puppits dance above And bellows pant bellow, which them do move. One would move love by rythmes; but witchcraft's
charms Bring not now their old fears, nor their old harms;
SA TIRE II.
ES; thank my stars! as early as I knew
This Town, I had the fenfe to hate it too:
I grant that Poetry's a crying fin;
how, But that the cure is starving, all allow.
Here a lean Bard, whose wit could never give
20 One sings the Fair; but songs no longer move; No rat is rhym'd to death, nor maid to love :
Rams, and Nings now are filly battery,
... to out-usure Jews,
Notes. VER 44: In what Commandment's large contents they dwell.] The Original is more humourous,
In tuhat Conmandment's large receit they dwell. as if the Ten Commandments were so wide, as to fand ready
In love's, in nature's spite, the siege they hold,
These write to Lords, fome mean reward to get,
26 Those write because all write, and so have still Excuse for writing, and for writing ill.
Wretched indeed! but far more wretched yet Is he who makes his meal on others wit:
30 'Tis chang’d, no doubt, from what it was before, His rank digestion makes it wit no more : Sense, past thro' him, no longer is the same; For food digested takes another name.
I pass o'er all those Confessors and Martyrs, 35 Who live like S-tt-n, or who die like Chartres, Out-cant old Esdras, or out-drink his heir, Out-usure Jews, or Irishmen out-swear; Wicked as Pages, who in early years Act fins which Prisca's Confeffor scarce hears. 4Q Ev’n those I pardon, for whole 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.
Notes. to receive every thing within them, that either the Larda of Nature or the Gospel commands. A just ridicule on incse practical Commentators, as they are called, who include all moral and religious Duties within thein,