With a double cap to put his head in,
That looks like a black pot tipt with tin.
While with antick geftures he doth gape and grin,
The fifters admire, and he wheedles them in,
Who to cheat their husbands think it no fin,
'Tis a new teacher, &c.
With great pretended spiritual motions,
And many fine whimsical notions,
With blind zeal and large devotions,
With preaching rebellion, and raifing commotions,
And poifoning the people with Geneva potions,
'Tis a new teacher, &c.
A Burlefque Pindarick ODE, to the Memory of the most renown'd Claud. Du Val, the Highwayman.
IS true, to complement the dead,
Is as impertinent and vain,
As 'was of old to call 'em back again.
Or, like the Tartars, give 'em wives,
With fettlements for after lives.
For all that can be done or faid,
Tho' ne'er so noble, great and good,
By them is neither heard nor understood
All our fine flights, and tricks of art,
First to create, and then adore desert ;
And thofe romances which we frame,
To raise ourselves, not them, a name,
In vain are stuft with ranting flatteries,
And fuch, as if they knew, they would defpife
For as thofe times, the golden age they call,
In which there was no gold at all;
So we plant glory and renown,
Where it was ne'er deferv'd nor known,
But to worse purpofe, many times,
To varnish o'er nefarious crimes.
And cheat the world, that never feems to mind
How good or bad men die, but what they leave behind.
And yet the brave Du Val, whofe name
Can never be worn out by fame,
That liv'd and dy'd to leave behind
A great example to mankind :
That fell a publick facrifice,
From ruin to prevent those few,
Who, tho' born falfe, may be made true;
And teach the world to be more just and wife,
Ought not, like vulgar afhes, reit
Unmention'd in the filent cheft,
Not for his own, but publick interest.
He, like a pious man, fome years before
Th' arrival of his fatal hour,
Made ev'ry day he had to live,
To his last minute, a preparative;
Taught the wild Arabs on the road
To act in a more genteel mode,
Take prizes more obligingly than those
Who never had been bred filous;
And how to hang in a more graceful fashion,
Than e'er was known before to the dull English nation.
In France, the ftaple of new modes,
Where garbs and courts are current goods,
That ferves the ruder northern nations
With methods of addrefs and treat,
Prescribes new garnitures and fashions.
And how to drink and how to eat
No out of fashion wine or meat.
To understand crevats and plumes,
And the most modifh from the old perfumes,
To know the age and pedigrees,
Of points of Flanders and Venice,
Caft their nativity, and to a day
Foretel how long they'll hold, and when decay,
T'affect the pureft negligences,
In geftures, gaits, and miens,
And speak by repartee routines,
Out of the moft authentic of romances;
And to demonftrate with fubftantial reafon,
What ribbands all the year are in or out of feafon.
To this great academy of mankind,
He ow'd his birth and education,
Where all are fo ingeniously inclin'd,
They understand by imitation;
Are taught, improved, before they are aware,
As if they'd fuck'd their breeding from the air,
That naturally does difpenfe
To all, a deep and folid confidence,
A virtue of that precious use,
That he whom bounteous heav'n endues
But with a mod'rate fhew of it,
Can want no worth, abilities, nor wit,
In all the deep hermetick arts,
(For fo of late the learned call
All tricks, if ftrange and myftical)
He had improv❜d his nat❜ral parts,
And with his magick rod could found,
Where hidden treasures may be found.
He, like a lord o'th' manor feiz'd upon,
Whatever happen'd in his way,
As lawful weif and stray,
And after, by the cuftom, kept it as his own.
From the first rudiments he grew
To nobler feats, and try'd his force
Upon whole troops of foot and horse,
Whom he as bravely did fubdue:
Declar'd all caravans, that go
Upon the king's highway, his foe;
Made many defperate attacks,
Upon itinerant brigades,
Of all profeffions, ranks, and trades,
On carriers loads and pedlars packs,
Made them lay down their arms and yield,
And, to the malleft piece, reftore,
All that by cheating they had got before,
And after plunder'd II the baggage of the field;
In ev'ry bold affair of war,
He had the chief command and led them on;
For no man is judg'd fit to have the care
Of others lives, until he'as made it known,
How much he does defpife and scorn his own.
Whole provinces, 'twixt fun and fun,
Have by his conq'ring fword been won ;
And mighty fums of money laid,
For ranfom, upon ev'ry man,
And hostages deliver'd 'till 'twas paid,
Th' excife and chimney publican,
The Jew, foreftaller, and inhanfer,
To him for all their crimes did anfwer.
He vanquish'd the most fierce and fell
Of all his foes, the constable,
That oft had beat his quarters up,
And routed him, and all his troop.
He took the dreadful lawyer's fees,
That in his own allow'd highway,
Does feats of arms as great as his,
And when th' encounter in it, wins th' day.
Safe in his garrison, the court,
Where meaner criminals are fentenc'd for 't,
To the ftern foe he oft gave quarter,
But as the Scotchman did to Tartar,
That he in time to come,
Might, in return from him, receive his doom.
He would have ftarv'd this mighty town, And brought its haughty fpirit down;
Have cut it off from all relief,
And like a wife and valiant chief,
Made many a fierce affault
Upon all ammunition-carts,
And thofe that bring up cheese and malt,
Or bacon from remoter parts,
No convoy e'er fo ftrong, with food,
Durft venture on the desperate road;
He made th' undaunted waggoner obey,
And the fierce higgler contribution pay;
The favage butcher and ftout drover
Durft not to him their feeble troops discover;
And if he had but kept the field,
In time he'd made the city yield;
For great towns, like the crocodiles, are found
I th belly apteft to receive a mortal wound,
But when the fatal hour arriv'd,
In which his ftars began to frown,
And had in clofe cabal contriv'd
To pull him from his height of glory down,
When he by num'rous foes opprefs'd,
Was in the enchanted dungeon cast,
Secur'd with mighty guards,
Left he by force or ftratagem,
Might prove too cunning for their chains and 'em,
And break thro' all their locks, and bolts, and wards,
He 'ad both his legs by charms committed
To one another's charge,
That neither might be fet at large,
And all their fury and revenge outwitted,
As jewels of high value are
Kept under locks with greater charge
Than thofe of meaner rates ;
So he was in ftone-walls, and pondrous chains, and iron grates.
Thither came ladies from all parts,
To offer up close pris'ners hearts,
Which he receiv'd as tribute due,
And made 'em yield up love and honour too,
But in more brave heroicks
Than e'er was practis'd yet in plays;
For those two fpiteful foes who never meet,
But full of hot conteft and piques,
About punctilio's and meer tricks,
Did all their quarrels to his doom submit,
And far more generous and free,
With only looking on him did agree,
Both fully fatisfy'd; the one
With the fresh laurels he had won,
And all the brave renowned feats
He had perform'd in arms;
The other with his person and his charms;
For just as larks are catch'd in nets,
By gazing on a piece of glass,
So while the ladies view his brighter eyes,
And smoother polifh'd' face,
Their gentle hearts, alas! were taken by furprize
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