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His Office keeps your parchment fates entire,
He starves with cold to save 'em from the fire ;
For you he walks the streets thro' rain or dust,
For not in chariots Peter puts his trust;
For you he sweats and labours at the laws,

Takes God to witness he affects your cause,
And lies to ev'ry lord in ev'ry thing,
Like a king's favourite—ör like a king.
These are the talents that adorn them all,
From wicked Waters ev'n to godly * *

80 Not more of Simony beneath black gowns, Not inore of bastardy in heirs to crowns. In shillings and in pence at first they dead; And steal so little, few perceive they steal ; Till, like the sea, they compass all the land, From Scots to Wight, from Mount to Dover strand : And when rank widows purchase luscious nights, Or when a duke to Jansen punts at White's, Or city-heir in mortgage melts away; Satan himself feels far less joy than they.

90 Piecemeal


Idly, like prisoners, which whole months will swear,
That only surety ship hath brought them there,
And to every suitor lye in every thing,
Like a king's favourite-or like a king:
Like a wedge in a block; wring to the barre,
Bearing like affes, and more shameless farre
Than carted whores, lye to the grave judges for
Bastardy abounds not in the king's titles, nor
Simony and sodomy in churchmen's lives,
As these things do in him ; by these he thrives.
Shortly (as the fea) he'll compass all the land,
From Scots to Wight, from Mount to Dover strand.
And tpying heirs melting with luxury,
Satan will not joy at their fins as he :


Piecemeal they win this acre first, then that,
Glean on, and gather up the whole estate.
Then strongly fencing ill-got wealth by law,
Indentures, cov’nants, articles they draw.
Large as the fields themselves, and larger far

Than civil codes, with all their glosses are;
So vast, our new divines, we must cenfess,
Are fathers of the church for writing less.
But let them write for you, each rogue impairs
The deeds, and dextrously omits, fes heires :
No commentator can more sily pass
O'er a learn'd, unintelligible place :
Or, in quotation, Ihrewd divines leave out
Those words, that would against them clear the doubt. -

So Luther * thought the Paternoster long, 105 When doom'd to say his beads and even-song;



For (as a thrifty wench scrapes kitchen-stuffe,
And barrelling the droppings, and the snuffe
Of wasting candies, which in thirty year,
Reliquely kept, perchance buys wedding chear)
Piecemeal he gets lands, and spends as much time
Wringing each acre, as maids pulling prime.
In parchment then, large as the fields, he draws
Assurances, big as glofs'd civil laws,
So huge that men (in our times forwardness)
Are fathers of the church for writing less.
These he writes not; nor for these written payes,
Therefore fpares no length (as in those first dayes
When Luther was profeft, he did desire
Short Paternosters, saying as a fryer


* Our poet, by judiciously transposing this fine fimilitude, has given new luftre to his author's thought. The lawyer (says Dr. Donne) enlarges tha legal instruments for conveying property to the bigness of gloss'd civil laws, when it is to lecure his own ill-got wealth. But let the same lawyer convey




But having cast his cowl, and left those laws,
Adds to Christ's pray'r, the Power and Glory clause.

The lands are bought; but where are to be found
Those antient woods, that shaded all the ground?
We see no new-built palaces aspire,
No kitchens emulate the vestal fire.
Where are those troops of poor, that throng'd of yore
The good old landlord's hospitable door?


Each day his beads; but having left those laws,
Adds to Christ's prayer, the power and glory clause)
But when he sells or changes land, h' impaires
The writings, and (unwatch’d) leaves out, ses heires,
As Nily as any commenter goes by
Hard words, or sense; or, in divinity
As controverters in vouch'd texts, leave out
Shrewd words, which might against them clear the doubt.

Where are these spread woods which cloath'd heretofore Those bought lands? not built, nor burnt within door.

property for you, and he then omits even the necessary words; and becomes as concise and hasty as the loose postils of a modern divine. So Luther, while a monk, and, by his institution obliged to fay mafs, and pray in person for others, thought even his Pater- noster too long. But when he set up for a governor in the charch, and his business was to direct others how to pray for the success of his new model, he then lengthened the Pater-noster by a new clause. This representation of the first part of his conduct was to ridicule his want of devotion; as the other, where he tells us, that the addi. tion was the power and glory clause, was to satirize his ambition ; and both together to insinuate that, from a monk, he was become totally secularized. About this time of his life Dr. Donne had a strong propensity to popery, which appears from several strokes in these fatires. We find amongst his works, a short satirical thing called a Catalogue of rare Books, one article of which is intitled, M. Lutherus de abbreviatione Orationis Dominicæ, allu. ding to Luther's omission of the concluding doxology. in his two Catechisms, which shews he was fond of the joke; and, in the first instance, (for the fake of his moral) at the expence of truth. As his putting Erasmus and Reuchlin in the rank of Lully and Agrippa, Thews what were then his sentiments of reformation, L2



Well, I could wish, that still in lordly domes
Some beasts were kill'd, tho' not whole hecatombs;
That both extremes were banish?d from their walls,
Carthufian fafts, and fulsome bacchanals ;
And all mankind might that just mean observe,
In which none e'er could surfeit, none could starve. 120
These as good works, ’tış true, we all allow,
But oh! these works are not in fashion now :
Like rich old wardrobes, things extremely rare,
Extremely fine," but what no man will wear.

Thus much I've said, I trust, without offence;
Let no court sycophant pervert my sense,
Nor fly informer watch these words to draw
Within the reach of treason, or the law.


Where the old landlords troops, and almes ? In halls
Carthufian fafts, and fulsome Bacchanals
Equally I hate. Means bleft. In rich men's homes
I bid kill some beafts, but no hecatombs;
None ftarve, none surfeit so. But (oh) we allow
Good works as good, but out of fashion now,
Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws
Within the vast reach of th' huge statutes jawes.



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WELL, if it be my time to quit the ftage,

Adieu to all the follies of the age !
I die in charity with fool and knave,
Secure of peace at least beyond the grave.
I've had my purgatory here betimes,
And paid for all my fatires, all my rhymes.
The poet's hell, its tortures, fiends, and flames,
To this were trifles, toys and empty names.

With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd,
Nor the vain itch t admire, or be admir'd;
I hop'd for no commiffion from his grace;
Í bought no benefice, I begg'd no place ;
Had no new verses, nor new suit to show ;
Yet went to court !--the dev'l would have it so.
But, as the fool that in reforming days
Would go to mass in jeft (as story says)




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WELL; I may now receive, and die. My fin

Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
А purgatory, such as fear?d Hell is
A recreation, and scant map of this.

My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath beca
Poyson'd with love to see or to be seen,
I had no suit there, nor new suit to show,
Yet wer.i to court; but as glare which did go
To mass in jest, catch’d, was fain to disburse
Two hundred markes which is the statutes curse,


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