"The Devil comes to take the foul,

"And carry him down to this hole;

"But, if a man have ftore of wealth,

"To get fome prayers for his foul's health,
"The Devil has then no more to do,
"But must be forc'd to let him go.
"But we are no more fools than they,
"Thus to be bubbled of our prey.

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By these fame pious Frauds and Lyes, "Shall many Monasteries rife :

"To pray folks out that ne'er came here; "Pans, pots, and kettles, fhall be given, "To fetch a man from hence to Heaven.

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Suppose a man has taken purfes,

Or ftolen fheep, or cows, or horses, "And chances to be hang'd; you'd cry,

"Let him be hang'd, and fo good-by.

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"Hold, fays the Friar; let me alone,
“He's but to Purgatory gone;

"And, if you'll let our Convent keep
"Those purfes, cows, horfes, and sheep,.
"The fellow fhall find no more pain,
"Than if he were alive again."

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Here Orpheus figh'd, began, to take on, Cried, "Could I find the Whore you spake on, "I'd give him my best flitch of bacon : "I'd give him cake and fugar'd fack, "If he would bring my Dicé back:

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"Rather

"Rather than fhe should longer stay, ~
"I'd find fome lufty man to pray.
"And then poor Dicé, let him try her,
"I dare fay, would requite the Friar."
Great Nofnotbocai fmil'd to fee
Such goodness and fimplicity..
Then kindly led them to a cell,
An outward granary of Hell;

A filthy place, that 's feldom fwept,.
Where feeds of villainy are kept.

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"Orpheus," faid he, "I'd have you take 555 "Some of these feeds here, for my fake; "Which, if they are difcreetly hurl'd "Throughout the parts of t'other world, "They may oblige the Fiend you

"And fill the palace of old Pluto.

fue to

"Sow pride-feed uppermoft; then above "Envy and fcandal plant self-love..

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"Here take revenge, and malice without cause,

"And here contempt of bonefly and laws;

"This hot feed 's anger, and this hotter luft,

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"Best fown with breach of friendship, and of trust: "These form, bail, plague, and tempest seeds; "And this a quinteffence of weeds;

"This the worst fort of artichoke,

"A plant that Pluto has himself bespoke,
"Nourish it well, 'tis ufeful treachery;
"This is a choice though little feed, a lye:

"Here take fome now from thefe prodigious loads

"Of tender things that look like Toads:

In

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"In future times, thefe, finely dreft,
"Shall each invade a Prince's breaft;
""Tis flattery feed; though thinly fown,
It is a mighty plant when grown,
"When rooted deep, and fully blown ;
"Now fee these things like bubbles fly ;
"These are the feeds of vanity.

"Take tyrant acorns, which will best advance,
"If fown in Eastern climates, or in France;
"But these are things of most prodigious hopes,
"They're Jefuit bulbs tied up with ropes ;
"And these the Devil's grafts for future popes,
"Which with Fanaticifm are join'd fo clean,
"You'd fcarce believe a knife had pass'd between.
"Falfe-witness feed had almost been forgot,

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"Twill be your making, should there be a plot. 390 "And now, dear Orpheus, fcatter these but well;

And you'll deferve the gratitude of Hell."

Quoth Orpheus, "You shall be obey'd "In every thing that you have faid,

For mischief is the Poet's trade: "And whatsoever they fhall bring,

You may allure yourself, I'll fing.

"But pray what Poets fhall we have,

"At my returning from the grave?"

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"Sad dogs!" quoth Bocai,“ let me fee-4c0 "But, fince what I fay cannot fhame them, "I'll e'en refolve to never name them.". "But now," fays Bocai, "Sir, you may "Long to be going on your way,

"Unless

"Unless you'll drink fome Arsenick Claret: 405
""Tis burnt, you fee: but Sam can fpare it."
Orpheus replied, “Kind Sir, 'tis neither
"Brandy nor whets that brought me hither;
"But Love, and I an instance can be,
"Love is as hot as pepper'd brandy;
"Yet, gentle Sir, you may command
"A tune from a departing hand;
"The ftyle and paffion both are good,
"'Tis The Three Children in the Wood."

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He fang; and pains themselves found ease; 415 For griefs, when well exprefs'd, can please.

When he defcrib'd the children's lofs,

And how the Robins cover'd them with mofs;

To hear the pity of those birds,

Ev'n Bocai's tears fell down with Orpheus' words. 420

&c.

RUFINUS,

RUFIN US;

OR,

THE FAVOURITE*:

IMITATED FROM CLAUDIAN.

OFT,

as I wondering stand, a fecret doubt Puzzles my reason, and disturbs my thought, Whether this lower world by Chance does move, Or guided by the guardian hand of Jove.

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When I furvey the world's harmonious frame, How Nature lives immutably the fame ; How ftated bounds and ambient fhores restrain The rolling furges of the briny main; How conftant Time révolves the circling year; How Day and Night alternately appear; Then am I well convinc'd fome fecret foul, Some First Informing Power directs the whole; Some Great Intelligence, who turns the Spheres, Who rules the steady motion of the Stars, Who decks with borrow'd light the waning Moon, 15 And fills with native light th' unchanging Sun,

*The Effay, to which this Poem was originally annexed, was written in 1711, as a harfh fatire on the duke of Marlborough, dictated perhaps rather by party rage than truth. It is printed in Dr. King's Works, vol. II. p. 28. N.