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Dr. JOHN DONNE,
Dean of ST. PAUL'S,
Quid vetat et nofmet Lucili fcripta legentes Quaerere, num illius, num rerum dura negârit Verficulos natura magis factos, & euntes
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 bek, That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the rest. Though Poetry, indeed, be such a sin, As I think, that brings dearth and Spaniards in: Though like the pestilence, and old-fashion'd love, Ridlingly it catch men, and doth remove Never, till it be start'd out ; yet their state Is poor, difarm'd, like Papists, not worth hate.
One (like a wretch, which at barre judg'd as dead, Yet prompts him which stands next, and cannot read. And saves his life) gives Idiot Actors means, (Starving himself) to live by's labour'd scenes. Aș 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 ftars! as early as I knew This Town, I had the fenfe to hate it too : Yet here, as ev'n in Hell, there must be still One Giant-Vice, fo excellently ill,
That all befide, one pities, not abhors;
As who knows Sappho, fmiles at other whores.
It brought (no doubt) th' Excife and Army in: Catch'd like the Plague, or Love, the Lord knows
But that the cure is starving, all allow.
Yet like the Papift's, is the Poet's state,
Poor and difarm'd, and hardly worth your hate!
One fings the Fair; but fongs no longer move; Ne rat is rhym'd to death, nor maid to love :
Rams, and flings now are filly battery,
And they who write to Lords, rewards to get,
But he is worst, who beggarly doth chaw
harm, nor they which use,
T'out-drink the fea, t' out-fwear the Letanie,
VER. 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 fo wide, as to stand ready to receive every thing within them, that either the Law of Nature or the Gospel commands. A just ridicule on those practical Com
In love's, in nature's fpite, the fiege they hold,
I pafs o'er all thofe Confeffors and Martyrs, Who live like S-tt-n, or who die like Chartres, Out-cant old Efdras, or out-drink his heir, Out-ufure Jews, or Irishmen out-fwear; Wicked as Pages, who in early years A&t fins which Prifca's Confeffor scarce hears. Ev'n those I pardon, for whofe finful fake Schoolmen new tenements in hell must make ; Of whofe ftrange crimes no Canonift can tell In what Commandment's large contents they dwell.
mentators, as they are called, who include all moral and religious Duties within them. Whereas their true original fenfe is much more confined, being a fhort fummary of duty fitted for a fingle People, upon a particular occafion, and to ferve tranfitory ends. 6