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But having caft his cowle, and left thofe laws,
Adds to Chrift's pray'r, the Pow'r and Glory claufe.


tranfpofing this fine fimilitude, has given new luftre to his
Author's thought. The Lawyer (fays Dr. Donne) enlarges

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Where arc thefe fpread woods which cloath'd here-

Thofc bought lands ? not built, not burnt within dsor.
Where the old landlords troops, and almes ? In halls
Carthufian Fafts, and fulfome Bacchanals
Equally I hate. Mean's bleft. In rich men's homes
I bid kill fome beafts, but no hecatombs ;
None ftarve, none furfeit fo. But (oh) we allow
Good works as good, but out of fafhion now,


the legal inftruments for conveying property to the bignefs
of glofs'd ci<vil Laivs, when it is to fecure his own ill-got
wealth. But let the fame Lawyer convey property for you,
and he then omits even the neceflary words ; and becomes
as concife and hafty as the loofe poftils of a modern Di-
vine. So Luther while a Monk, and, by his Inftitution,
obliged to fay Mafs, and pray in perfon for others, thought
even his Pater-nojler too long. But when he fet up for a
Governor in the Church, and his bufmefs was to diredl
others how to pray for the fuccefs of his new Model ; he
then lengthened the Pater-nofter by a new claufe. This
reprefentation of the firft part of his conduft was to ridi-
cule his want of devotion ; as the other, where he tells us,
that the addition was the power and glory claufe, was to fa-
tirize his ambition ; and both together to infmuate that,
from a Monk, he was become totally fecularized. About
this time of his life Dr. Donne had a ftrong propenfity to

Sat. n. VERSIFIED. 261

The lands are bought j but where are to be found
Thofe ancient woods, that {haded all the ground ? 1 10
We fee no new-built palaces afpire,
No kitchens emulate the veftal fire.
Where are thofe troops of Poor, that throng'd of yore
The good old landlord's hofpitable door ?
Well, I could wifh, that ftill in lordly domes 115
Some beafts were kill'd, tho' not whole hetacombs ;
That both extremes were banifh'd from their walls,
Carthufian fafts, and fulfome Bacchanals ;
And all mankind might that juft Mean obferve,
In which none e'er could furfeit, none could ftarve.
Thefe as good works, 'tis true, we all allow, 121
But oh ! thefe works are not in fafhion now :


Popery, which appears from feveral ftrokes in thefe fa-
tires. We find amongft his works, a mort fatirical thing
called a Catalogue of rare books, one article of which is in-
titled, M. Lutbertu de abbreviatione Orationis Dominica, al-
luding to Luther's omiffion of the concluding Doxology, in
his two Catechifms, which fhews he was fond of the joke ;
and, in the firft inftance (for the fake of his moral) at the
expence of truth. As his putting Erafmus and Reuchlin in
the rank of Lully and Agrippa (hews what were then his
fentiments of Reformation. J will only obferve, that this
Catalogue was written in imitation of Rabelais's famous
Catalogue of the Library of St. Viftor. It is one of the fineft
ftrokes in that extravagant fatire (which was then the Ma-
nual of the Wits) and fo became the fubjeft of much imita-
tion ; the beft of which are this of Dr. Donne's and one
of Sir Thomas Brown's.

VEX. 1 20. Thefe as good works, cjfc.] Dr. Donne fays,
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Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws
Within the vaft reach of th' huge ftatutes jawes.


But (oh) we allow

Good works as good, but out of fafhion now.
The popifti Doctrine of good 'works was one of thofe abufes
of Religion which the Church of England condemns in its
Articles. To this the Poet's words fatirically allude. And
having throughout this fatire had feveral flings at the Re-
formation, which it was penal, and then very dangerous,


Like rich old wardrobes, things extremely rare,
Extremely fine, but what no man will wear.

Thus much I've faid, I truft, without offence j
Let no Court Sycophant pervert my fenfe, 126

Nor fly Informer watch thefe words to draw
Within the reach of Treafon, or the Law.


to accufe, he had reafon to befpeak the Reader's candor* '
in the concluding words,

But my words none draws
Within the vaft reach of th' huge ftatutes jawes.
VER. 127. Treafotty or the w.] By the Law is here
meant the Lawyers,

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"I T7 E L L j I may now receive, and die. My fm

Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
A Purgatory, fuch as fear'd hell is
A recreation, and fcant map of this.

My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath been
Poyfon'd with love to fee or to be feen,
I had no fuit there, nor new fuit to {how,
Yet went to Court j but as Glare which did go


VER. i. Well, if it le &c ] Donne fays,
Well; 1 may no c w receive and die.

which is very indecent language on fo ludicrous an occa-

VER. 3. 1 die in charity <uoitb fool and Anave,] We verily
think he did. But of the caufe of his death, not only the
Doctors, but other people differed. His family fuggefts
that a general decay of nature, which had been long com-
ing on, ended with a Dropfy in the breaft. The Gentlemen
of the Dunciad maintain, that he fell by the keen pen of our
redoubtable Laureat. We ourfelves fhould be inclined to
this latter opinion, for the fake of ornamenting his ftory ;
and that we might be able to fay, that he died, like his
immortal namefake, Alexander the Great, by a drug of fo
deadly cold a nature, that, as Plutarch and other grave
writers tell us, it could be contained in nothing but the



WELL, if it be ray 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 leaft beyond the grave.
I've had my Purgatory here betimes, 5

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 fooliih pride my heart was never fir'd,
Nor the vain itch t'admire, or be admir'd j IO

I feop'd for no commiflion from his Grace j
I bought no benefice, I begg'd no place j
Had no new verfes, nor new fuit to fhow j
Yet went to Court ! the Dev'l would have it fo.


Scull of an Afs. SCRIBL. This is a grievous error. It was
the boofe of an Afs ; a much likelier vehicle of mifchief.


VER. 7. The Poet's bell,'] He has here with great pru-
dence corrected the licentious expreffion of his Original.

VER. 10. Nor the vain itch i admire, or be admird\\
Courtiers have the fame pride in admiring^ that Poets have
in being admired. For Vanity is as ofterr gratified in paying
our cpurt to our fuperiors, as in receiving it from our in-

VER. 13. Had no new verfes t nor neve fuit to/hc<w ;] Infi-
nuating that Poetry and new clothes only come to Court,
in honour of the Sovereign, and only ferve to fupply a day's

To Mafs in jeft, catch'd, was/ain to difburfe
Two hundred markes, which is the Statutes curfe,
Before he fcap'd ; fo it pleas'd my deftiny
(Guilty of my fin of going) to think me
As prone to all ill, and of good as forget-
full, as proud, luftfull, and as much in debt,
As vain, as witlefs, and as falfe, as they
Which dwell in Court, for once going that way.

Therefore I fuffer'd this ; towards me did run
A thing more ftrange, than on Nile's flime the Sun
E'er bred, or all which into Noah's Ark came :
A thing which would have pos'd Adam to name :
Stranger than feven Antiquaiies ftudies,
Than Africk Monfters, Guianaes rarities,
Stranger than ftrangers a : one who, for a Dane,
In the Danes Maflacre had fure been flain,
If he had liv'd then j and without help dies.
When next the Prentices 'gainft ftrangers rife j
One whom the watch at noon lets fcarce go by ;
One, to whom the examining Juftice furc would cry,
Sir, by your Prieftood tell me what you are ?

His cloathes were ftrange, tho' coarfe, and black,

though bare,

Sleevelefs his jerkin was, and it had been
Velvet, but 'twas now (fo much ground was feen)

N'O T E S.

a This is ill exprefled, for it only means, he would be
more flared at than Strangers are.


But, as the Fool that in reforming days 15

Would go to Mafs in jeft (as ftory fays)
Could not but think, to pay his fine was odd,
Since 'twas no form'd defign of ferving God ;
So was I punifh'd, as if full as proud
As prone to ill, as negligent of good, 20

As deep in debt, without a thought to pay,
As vain, as idle, and as falie, as they
Who live at Court, for going once that way !
Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold ! there came
A thing which Adam had been pos'd to name ; 25
Noah had refus'd it lodging in his Ark,
Where all the Race of Reptiles might embark :
A verier monfter, than on Africk's fhore
The fun e'er got, or flimy Nilus bore,
Or Sloane or Woodward's wondrous fhelves contain,
Nay, all that lying Travellers can feign. 31

The watch would hardly let him pafs at noon,
At night, would fwear him dropt out of the Moon.
One whom the mob, when next we find or make
A popifh plot, fliall for a Jefuit take, 35

And the wife Juftice ftarting from his chair
Cry, By your Priefthood tell me what you are ?
Such was the wight : Th' apparel on his back,
Tho' coarfe, was rev'rend, and tho' bare, was black :
The fuit, if by the fafhion one might guefs, 40

Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Befs,

Become Tufftaffaty ; and our children (hall
See it plain rafh awhile, then nought at all.

The thing hath travail'd, and, faith, fpeaks all


And only knoweth what to all States belongs,
Made of th' accents, and beft phrafe of all thcfe,
He fpeaks one language. If ftrange meats difpleafe,
Art can deceive, or hunger force my taft ;
But pedants motly tongue, foldiers bumbaft,
Mountebanks drug-tongue, nor the terms of law,
Are ftrong enough preparatives to draw
Me to hear this, yet I muft be content
With his tongue, in his tongue call'd Complement :
In which he can win widows, and pay fcores,
Make men fpeak treaibn, couzen fubtlejft whores,
Out-flatter favourites, or out-lie either
Jovius, or Surius, or both together.

He names me, and comes to me ; I whifper, God,
How have I finn'd, that thy wrath's furious Rod,
This fellow, chufeth me ! He faith, Sir,
I love your judgment, whom do you prefer
For the beft Linguift ? and 1 fcelily
aid that I thought Calepines Dictionary.


But mere tuff-taffety what now remain 'd ;

So Time, that changes all things, had ordain'd !

Our Tons fhall fee it leifurely decay,

Firft turn plain rafli, then vanim quite away. 45

This thing has travel'd, fpeaks each language too,
And knows what's fit for ev'ry ftate to do ;
Of whofe beft phrafe and courtly accent join'd,
He forms one tongue, exotic and refin'd.
Talkers I've karn'd to bear j Motteux I knew, 50
Henley hirafelf I've heard, and Budgel too.
The Doctor's Wormwood ftyle, the Ham of tongues
A Pedant makes, the ftorm of Gonfon's lungs,
The whole Artill'ry of the terms of War,
And (all thofe plagues in one) the bawling Bar : 5$
Thefe I could bear ; but not a rogue fo civil,
Whofe tongue will compliment you to the devil.
A tongue, that can cheat widows, cancel fcores,
Make Scots fpeak treafon, cozen fubtleft whores,
With royal Favourites in Hatt'ry vie, 60

And Oldmixon and Burne-; both out-lie.

He fpies me out j I whifper, Gracious God !
What fin of mine could merit fuch a rod ?
That all the fhot of dulnefs now muft be
From this thy blunderbufs difcharg'd on me ! 65

Permit (he cries) no ftranger to your fame
To crave your fentiment, if 's your name.
What Speech efteem you moft ? " The King's, faid I*
But the beft words ? O Sir, the Dictionary"


Nay, but of men, moft fweet Sir ? Beza then,

Some Jcfuits, and two reverend men

Of our two academies I nam'd. Here

He ftopt me, and faid, Nay your Apoflles were

Good pretty Linguifts ; fo Panurgus was,

Yet a poor Gentleman ; all thefe may pafs

By travail. Then, as if he would have fold

His tongue, he prais'd it, and fuch wonders told,

That I was fain to fay, If you had liv'd, Sir,

Time enough to have been Interpreter

To Babel's Bricklayers, fure the Tower had flood.

He adds, If of Court life you knew the good,
You would leave lonenefs. I faid, Not alone
My lonenefs is ; but Spartanes fafhion


VER. 73. a period of a mile .] Aftadium of Euripides \Vi
a (landing joke amongft the Greeks. By the fame kind of
pleafantry, Cervantes has called his Hero's countenance,
a face of half a league long ; which, becaufe the humour,
as well as the meafure of the expreflion was exceflive, all
his tranflators have judicioufly agreed to omit without
doubt paying due attention to that fober rule of Quinti-

Sat. IV. V E R S I F I E D. 271

You mifs my aim-; I mean the moil acute 70

And perfect Speaker?- 11 Onflow, paft difpute."
But, Sir, of writers ? " Swift for clofer ftyle,
" But Ho**y for a period of a mile."
Why jffes, 'tis granted, thefe indeed may pafs :
Good common linguifts, and fo Panurge was ; 75
Nay troth th' Apoflles (tho' perhaps too rough)
Had once a pretty gift of Tongues enough :
Yet thefe were all poor Gentlemen ! I dare
Affirm, 'twas Travel made them what they were.

Thus others talents having nicely fhown, 80

He came by fure tranfition to his own :
Till I cry'd out, You prove yourfelf fo able,
Pity ! you was not Druggerman at Babel ;
For had they found a linguift half fo good, 85

I make no queftion but the Tow'r had flood.

" Obliging Sir ! for Courts you fure were made :
" Why then for ever bury'd in the {hade ?
<c Spirits like you, ftiould fee and fliould be feen,
** The King would fmile on you at leaft the Queen.
Ah gentle Sir ! you Courtiers fo cajol us 90

But Tully has it, Nunquanvvtmus fofos :


lian, licet omnis hyperbole fit ultra fidem, non tamen de-
bet efie ultra MODUM. SCRIBL.

VER. 78. Tet tbrfe were all poor Gentlemen .'] Our Poet
has here added to the humour of his original. Donne
makes his thread-bare Traveller content himfelf under his
poverty with the refledlion that Panurge himfelf, the great
Traveller and Linguift in Rabelais, went a begging.

To teach by painting drunkards doth not laft
Now, Aretines pictures have made few chafte ;
No more can Princes Courts (though there be few
Better pictures of vice) teach me virtue.
He like to a high-ftretcht Lute-firing fqueaks, O


'Tis fweet to talk of Kings. At Weftminfter,
Said I, the man that keeps the Abby tombs,
And for his price, doth with whoever comes
Of all our Harrys, and our Edwards talk,
From King to King, and all their kin can walk :
Your ears (hall hear nought but Kings j your eyes


Kings only : The way to it is Kings-ftrect.
He fmack'd, and cry'd, He's bafc, mechanique,


So are all your Englifhmen in their difcourfe.
Are not your Frenchmen neat ? Mine, as you fee
I have but one, Sir, look, he follows me.
Certes they are neatly cloath'd. I of this mind am,
Your only wearing is your Grogaram.
Not fo, Sir, I have more. Under this pitch
He would not fly j I chaf 'd him : but as Itch


And as for Courts, forgive me, if I fay
No leflbns now are taught the Spartan way,
Tho' in his pictures Luft be full difplay'd,
Few are the Converts Aretine has made : 95

And tho' the Court mow Vice exceeding clear,
None mould, by my advice, learn Virtue there.
At this entranc'd, he lifts his hands and eyes,
Squeaks like a high-ftretch'd luteftring, and replies,
' Oh 'tis the fweeteft of all earthly things 100

" To gaze on Princes, and to talk of Kings !
Then, happy Man who mows the Tombs ! faid I,
He dwells amidft the royal Family;
He ev'ry day from King to King can walk,
Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk, 105

And get by fpeaking truth of monarchs dead,
What few can of the living, Eafe and Bread.
" Lord, Sir, a meer Mechanic j ftrangely low,
' And coarfe of phrafe, your Englifli all are fo.
How elegant your Frenchmen ?" Mine, d'ye mean ?
I have but one, I hope the fellow's clean. 1 1 1

" Oh ! Sir, politely fo ! nay, let me die,
" Your only wearing is your Padua-foy."
Not, Sir, my only, I have better flill,
And this you fee is but my difhabille
Wild to get loofe, his Patience I provoke,
Miftake, confound, objed at all he fpoke.
But as coarfe iron, fharpen'd, mangles more,
And itch moft hurts when anger'd to a fore i
VOL. IV. ' T


Scratch'd into fmart, and as blunt Iron ground

Into an edge, hurts worfe : So, I (fool) found,

Crofling hurt me. To fit my fullennefs,

He to another key his ftyle doth drefs ;

And afks what news j I tell him of new playes,

He takes my hand, and as a Still, which ftayes

A Sembrief 'twixt each drop, he niggardly,

As loth t* inrich me, fo tells many a ly.

More then ten Hollenfheads, or Halls, or Stows,

Of trivial houfhold trafh : He knows, he knows

When the gtueen frown'd or fmil'd, and he knows what

A fubtle Statefman may gather of that j

He knows who loves whom ; and who by poifon

Hafts to an office's reverfion ;

Who waftes in meat, in clothes, in horfe, he notes,

Who loveth whores

He knows who hath fold his land, and now doth beg
A licence, old iron, boots, flioes, and egge-
Shells to tranfport ;


VER. 144. Why Turnpikes] In this recapitulation of mo-
dern abufes, he has imitated his original with great fpirit.
Amongft thofe which Dr. Donne mentions is,


So when you plague a fool, 'tis frill the curfe, 120
You only make the matter worfe and worfe.

He paft it o'er ; affe&s an eafy fmile
At all my peevifhnefs, and turns his ftyle.
He afks, " What News ? I tell him of new Plays,
New Eunuchs, Harlequins, and Operas. 125

He hears, and as a Still with fimples in it
Between each drop it gives, ftays half a minute,
Loth to enrich me with too quick replies,
By little, and by little, drops his lies.
Meer houmold tram ! of birth-nights, balls, and ihows,
More than ten Hollinfheads, or Halls, or Stows.
When the Queen frown'd, or fmil'd, he knows ; and what
A fubtle Minifter may make of that :
Who fins with whom : who got his Penfion rug,
Or quicken'd a Reverfion by a drug : 135

Whofe place is quarter'd out, three parts in four,
And whether to a Bifhop, or a Whore :
Who having loft his credit, pawn'd his rent,
Is therefore fit to have a Government :
Who in the fecret, deals in Stocks fecure, 140

And cheats th' unknowing Widow and the Poor :
Who makes a Truft of Charity a Job,
And gets an Aft of Parliament to rob :
Why Turnpikes rife, and now no Cit nor Clown
Can gratis fee the country, or the town : 145


A Licence, old iron, boots, {hoes, and egge-
Shells to tranfport.

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fhortly boys (hall not play
At fpan-counter, or blow-point, but fhall pay
Toll to fome Courtier ; and wifer than all us,
He knows what Lady is not painted. Thus
He with home meats cloyes me. I belch, fpue, fpit,
Look pale and fickly, like a Patient, yet
He thrufts on more, and as he had undertook,
To fay Gallo-Belgicus without book,
Speaks of all States and deeds that have been fmce
The Spaniards came to th' lofs of Amyens.


by this he means. Monopolies, the moft unpopular abufe of
power of his time. It continued down thro' the reigns of
Elizabeth, James, and Charles I. to the breaking out of
the civil war. In the year 1 63 3 the four bodies of the
Law entertained the Court with a magnificent Mafk. And
one of their Anti-majks was an ingenious ridicule on the
abufe of Monopolies ; which Mr. Whitlock thus de-
fcribes : " In this Anti-mafque of Projectors (fays he)
came a Fellow with a bunch of Carrots on his head,
and a Capon upon his fill, defcribing a Projector who
begg'd a patent of Monopoly as the firft inventor of the
art to feed Capons fat with Carrots, and that none but
himfelf might make ufe of that invention, &c. Several
other projectors were in like manner perfonated in this
Anti-mafque ; and it pleafed the fpeftators the more,
becaufe by it an information was covertly given to the
king of the unfitnefs and ridiculoufnefs of thefe projects
againft the Law ; and the Attorney Noy, who had moft
knowledge of them, had a great hand in this Anti-
mafque of the Projectors." This exorbitancy was be-
come fo common and falhionable, that Ben Johnfon makes


Shortly no lad (hall chuck, or lady vole,
But fome excifing Courtier will have toll.
He tells what (trumpet places fells for life,
What 'Squire his lands, what citizen his wife :
And laft (which proves him wifer ftill than all)
What Lady's face is not a whited wall. 151

As one of Woodward's patients, fick, and fore,
I puke, I naufeate, yet he thrufts in more :
Trim's Europe's balance, tops the ftatefman's part,
And talks Gazettes and Poft-boys o'er by heart. 155


a cheating Procurer of Monopolies the chief character in
one of his plays j juft as he had done a cheating Alchymift
in another.

VER. 151. What Lady s face ffr.] The Original is here
very humorous. This torrent of fcandal concludes thus,

And wifer than all us
He knows what Lady

the reader experts it will conclude, 'what Lady is fainted.
No, juft the contrary,

what Lady is not painted,

fatirically infmuating, that that is a better Proof of the
goodnefs of his intelligence than the other. The Reader
fees there is greater force in the ufe of thefe plain words^
than in thofe which the Imitator employs. And the rea-
fon is, becaufe the fatire does not turn upon the odioufnefs
of painting ; in which cafe the terms of 3. painted watt had
given force to the expreffion ; but upon ti\e frequency of it,
which required only the fimple mention of the thing.

VER. 152. At one of Woodward's patient '/,] Alluding to
the efre&s of his ufe of oils in bilious diforders,


Like a big wife, at fight of loathed meat,
Ready to travail : fo I figh, and fvveat
To hear this * Makaron talk : in vain, for yet,
Either my humour, or his own to fit,
He like a priviledg'd fpie, whom nothing can
Difcredit, libels now 'gainft each great man.
He names the price of ev'ry office paid j
He faith our wars thrive ill becaufe delaid ;
That Offices are intail'd, and that there are
Perpetuities of them, lading as far
As the laft day j and that great Officers
Do with the Spaniards (hare and Dunkirkers.

I more amaz'd than Circe's prifoners, when
They felt themfelves turn beafts, felt myfelf then
Becoming Traytor, and methought I faw
One of our Giant Statutes ope his jaw
To fuck me in for hearing him : I found
That as burnt vencmous Leachers do grow found
By giving others their fores, I might grow
Guilty, and he free : Therefore ] did mow
All figns of loathing ; but fince I am in,
I muft pay mine, and my forefathers fin
To the laft farthing. Therefore to my power
Toughly and ftubbornly I bear j but th' hower


Whom we call an Afs, the Italians ftyle M-ac
VER. 167. fall endlong} The fuddcn efrecl of the tranf-


Like a big wife at fight of loathfome meat

Ready to caft, I yawn, I figh, and fweat.

Then as a licens'd fpy, whom nothing can

Silence or hurt, he libels the great Man ;

Swears ev'ry place entail'd for years to come, 1 60

In fure fucceflion to the day of doom :

He names the price for ev'ry office paid,

And fays our wars thrive ill, becaufe delay'd :

Nay hints, 'tis by connivance of the Court,

That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's ftill a Port. 165

Not more amazement feiz'd on Circe's guefts,

To fee themfclves fall endlong into beafts,

Than mine, to find a fubjecl ftay'd and wife

Already half turn'd traytor by furprize.

I felt th' infection flide from him to me, 1 70

As in the pox, fome give it to get free j

And quick to fwallow me, methought I faw

One of our Giant Statutes ope its jaw.

In that nice moment, as another Lye
Stood jufta-tilt, the Minifter came by. jjc

To him he flies, and bows, and bows again,
Then, clofe as Umbra, joins the dirty train.


formation is ftrongly and finely painted to the imagination,
not in the found, but in the fenfe of thefe two words.


Of mercy now was come : he tries to bring

Me to pay a fine, to 'fcape a torturing,

And fays, Sir, can you fpare me ? I faid, Willingly ;

Nay, Sir, can you fpare me a crown ? Thankfully I

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