The one believes all madmen to be faints, Which th' other cries him down for and abhors, And yet in madness all devotion plants, 230 And where he differs moft concurs; Both equally exact and just In perjury and breach of truft; So like in all things, that one Brother Is but a counterpart of th' other; And both unanimously dama And hate (like two that play one game) Each other for it, while they strive to do the fame. XII. Both equally design to raile Their churches by the felf-fame ways; With war and ruin to affert Their doctrine, and with fword and fire convert; 235 240 To preach the gospel with a drum, And for convincing overcome: And tho' in worshipping of God all blood 245 Was by his own laws difallow'd, Both hold no holy rites to be fo good, And both to propagate the breed Hence 't is that holy wars have ever been The horrid'& fcenes of blood and fin; From her own nature, nothing but a breed 260 For when Religion does recede Of prodigies and hideous monfters can fucceed. UPON MODERN CRITICKS. A PINDARICK ODE. I. 'Tis well that equal Heav'n has plac'd Thofe-joys above that no reward The juft and virtuous are prepar'd,' Beyond their reach, until their pains are paft; So 'tis to take the pains to know, Which fome, with only confidence and face, For daring nonfente feldom fails to hit, Like scatter'd shot, and pass with fome for wit. Than with dull induftry and care Endure to ftudy, think, and drudge, 20 Of Nature and their ftars, a right For that which he much fooner may advance II. For all men challenge, tho' in fpight To cenfure, judge, and know, 25 Tho' fhe can only order who Shall be, and who fhall ne'er be wife: Then why fhould thofe whom she denies Her favour and good graces too 30 Not ftrive to take opinion by furprise, And ravish what it were in vain to woo? For he that defp'rately affumes The cenfure of all wits and arts, Tho' without judgment, fkill, and parts, 35 And mafk his ignorance (as Indians use Their homely nether parts t' adorn) Can never fail to captive fome 49 That will fubmit to his oraculous doom, And rev'rence what they ought to icorn, For folid judgment and deep fense And credit purchas'd without pains or wit, 45 50 Of Perfian princes, by one horfe's voice: And yet may be divulg'd and fam'd, Each other but a Knight o' the Poft, As falfe as fuborn'd perjurers, 55 60 05 That vouch away all right they have to their own ears. May be allow'd to rail again at them, To outface reafon, wit, and fenfe, 75 And all that makes against himself condemn; Like a mad deg, that has a worm in his tongue; Reduce all knowledge back of good and evil, And, like a fierce inquifitor of wit, To fpare no flesh that ever spoke or writ; As if he had a toaditone in his fcull, Of maggots than a paftoral poet's flock. 4. The feebleft vermine can destroy That makes it both his bus'nefs and his spert To rail at all, is but drone That spends his fting on what he cannot hurt; Enjoys a kind of letchery in spight, Like o'ergrown finners, that in whipping take delight; Invades the reputation of all those Upon the flurs and cunning tricks of ablest cheats. VI. Nor does he vex himself much less 105 Revenges on himself the wrong 110 Which his vain malice and loofe tongue To thofe that feel it not have done, And whips and fpurs himself because he is outgone; Makes idle characters and tales, As counterfeit, unlike, and falfe, 115 As witches' pictures are of wax and clay And leaves a ftink behind him when he 's gone, I' the likenefs of a wolf or bear, To fright the weak, but when men dare 120 Encounter with him, ftinks, and vanishes to air. 124 TO THE HAPPY MEMORY OF THE MOST RENOWNED DU-VAL. A PINDARICK ODE. I. 'Tis true, to compliment the dead As 't was of old to call them back again, And fuch as, if they knew, they would defpife. Where it was ne'er deftry'd nor known, *This Ode, which is only the genuine poem of Butler's, among the maay spurious enes fathered upon him in what is called his Remains, was published by the Author himself, under his own name, in the year 1671, in three sheets 4to; and, agreeable to this, I fad it in his own handwriting amon his man a criza, with some little addition, and a few verbal alterations, as the reader may obscive, in comparing it with the copy already printed. |