"Enlightened self-interet. What makes the breaking of all oaths A holy duty ?-Food and clothes. What laws and freedom persecution ? B'ing out of power and contribution. What makes a church a den of thieves ?- 1285 A Dean and Chapter and white sleeves. And what would serve, if those were gone, To make it orthodox ?Our own, What makes morality a crime The most notorious of the time; Morality, which both the Saints And Wicked too cry out against ? L 1290 'Cause grace and virtue are within Because of Prohibited degrees of kin; And therefore no true Saint allows They shall be suffer'd to espouse; What's liberty of conscience, "Spre ostination? Grace & 1295 Vitue separate, then fore. 1300 Veitice (also) graceless. 'Tis to restore with more security 1305 compliance It is enough (quoth he) for once, And has repriev'd thy forfeit bones: Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick 1310 (Though he gave his name to our Old Nick) But was below the least of these That pass i' th' world for holiness. This said, the Furies and the light In th' instant vanish'd out of sight, And left him in the dark alone, 1315 With stinks of brimstone and his own. 1320, The Queen of Night, whose large command Rules all the sea and half the land, And over moist and crazy brains, In high spring-tides, at midnight reigns, 1325 Was now declining to the west, To go to bed and take her rest; When Hudibras, whose stubborn blows Lay still, expecting worse and more, 1330 1335 If he could hear too in the dark, Was first invaded with a groan, And after, in a feeble tone, These trembling words: Unhappy wretch! Or all thy tricks, in this new trade, Of cruel and hard-wooded drubs; For still th' hast had th' worst on 't yet, As well in conquest as defeat. Night is the sabbath of mankind, To rest the body and the mind, Which now thou art deny'd to keep, And cure thy labour'd corpse with sleep. 1340 1345 1350 The Knight, who heard the words, explain'd As meant to him this reprimand, Because the character did hit Point-blank his case so fit; upon Believ'd it was some drolling spright 1355 1360 When, after a short pause and groan, The doleful Spirit thus went on : This 'tis t' engage with Dogs and Bears Pell-mell together by the ears, And, after painful bangs and knocks, To lie in limbo in the stocks, 1365 which b And from the pinnacle of glory Fall headlong into purgatory. it, limbo (Thought he, This devil's full of malige, by? That on my late disaster rallies ;)— 1370 Condemn'd to whipping, but declin'd ́it, By being more heroic-minded; And at a riding handled worse, With treats more slovenly and coarse; 1875 Elint's limbo of the And, when th' hadst bravely won the day, (I see, thought he, this shameless elf Would fain steal me too from myself, That impudently dares to own What I have suffer'd for and done)— 1380 Hast met with vengeance the same way. 1385 What 'twas that I design'd to do? His office of intelligence, His oracles, are ceas'd long since; And he knows nothing of the Saints, But what some treach'rous spy acquaints. 1390 This is some pettifogging fiend, Some under door-keeper's friend's friend, That undertakes to understand, And juggles at the secondhand, And now would pass for Spirit Po, 1395 And all men's dark concerns foreknow. I think I need not fear him for't; These rallying devils do no hurt. With that he rous'd his drooping heart, And hastily cry'd out, What art? 1400 |