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The progress of honesty, or, A view of a court and city a pindarique poem / by T. D.
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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debate The Peoples Doubts and Errors of the State And makes him in the Publick Hall Ecchoing with Noise and Nonsense loudly baul There is a time by custom counted fit When numerous crowds in consultation meet To pry into the States condition And severally play the Politician By force then proud Green Apron Tyrants sway And Legislative Orders bluntly disobey Not force of Arms for few need fear They so couragious will appear But powerful vote ear deafning voice And indefatigable noise Two Tribunes for the People then are chose Bulwarks 'gainst foreign and domestick foes And those in the Election soonest thrive That dare intrench upon Prerogative And raise rebellious Tenets high Upon the neck of Loyalty But that such Villany should dwell In purblind Zeal To place in Office of such weighty trust A Rebel amongst all his Tribe the worst Is the severest Instance that we lie Slaves to the Yoke of impudent Presbytery XVI Ungrateful Vulgar had you none to chose But one that all Obedience did refuse Could you with no less Fiend begin But Lucifer himself must be drawn in Of zealous Rabbies still you had enough Prophets for Oath Bravoes for Proof Could not this serve but you must fall More low and into Office call A factious Fury worse than all Like th' stubborn Israelites of old you move And their Enthusiastick Whimsies prove Ashteroth and Moloch Idols famous known Goggle Eyed Baal Gawdy Accaron They left nor longer in their errors trod The Calf of B was the darling God That only was design'd To be ador'd by Calves of worser kind The bellowing many headed Beast That groan'd as if by Tyranny opprest Yet were themselves the cause of their unrest But now we talk of causes and of fears Observe who next appears And see to the great Mart Villanios come That Plots abroad and Pimps at home That to be Tribune rackt his haggard Wit But wiser Judgments voted him more fit To be a Scavenger and cleanse the Street Swore he was better skill'd by approbation To purge a Nuisance than a Nation Which injury so near to his heart did grow That he resentment of the wrong to shew Immur'd himself three days in Bales of Callico There resolutely took the sullen pains To shrowd his popular projecting brains A mighty loss this to the Tribe did seem For now no more advise was given by him Let th' tottering Nation sink or swim Until as peevish Lovers woo That rail and swear each others hatred true At last forget their Oaths and think 't no sin To kiss the Perjury off and love again So he though when enrag'd an Oath had made And solemnly forsworn the Canting Trade Yet such a natural Itch he to Rebellion had That willingly all wrongs he could forget To Club again and plague the State XVII Happy the Man my Son whose honest heart Disloyalty could ne'er subvert That like a Diamond keeps its constant trust As that its beauty free from rust Which nothing can destroy but its own dust Cherishing noble Loyalty Till Fate unclews Mortality And sends him crown'd with Vertue to find room Amongst fam'd Heroes in some honour'd Tomb There th' Body sleeps but th' royal Mind Within Fames brightest Altars is enshrin'd Sublime as heaven and shall be Eterniz'd in posterity And as a Phenix in th' Arabian Groves Whose pangs of age kind death removes Breeds from the ashes of her spicy Urn The Cedars top where she did burn Another off-spring that will be Far more admir'd than she So he that Loyalty does prize Loyalty the noblest Vertue of the Wise With honour'd praise is ever stor'd Alive renown'd when dead ador'd Lov'd by the pious and the brave And shall like sacred Virgil have Eternal Laurels grow around his Grave Whilst Faction that lean wither'd hag That can of nothing but her Treason brag With Infamy is spotted like the Plague Do but that Nations misery survey That glories in her will to disobey Observe the fate of that most wretched thing That for his interest abjures his King And with an unrelenting eye Thou 'lt see the one with fears distracted lie The other infamously die Wouldst thou live well my Son and free from ill Still let thy Conscience sway thy Will Let that and Reason still controul And guide th' inconstant Orders of thy Soul Wild Passion let Religion rule And look upon an Atheist as a Fool He that a Deity denies As some sly Devil in disguise That with his hellish Tenets would deceive Weak credulous fools that can believe Look on thy Countries grievance like a friend And pity faults thou canst not mend But seek not by unlawful course To lance its wounds and make 'em worse Remember when Rebellion bloody grew The Rebels with the State were ruin'd too To generous ends bestow thy wealth Be temperate for th' sake of health And if amongst life's chances thou dost prove Ever so mad to fall in love To thy charm'd Senses aid thy Reason call Or Beauty will confound 'em all For as a Poet whose free Fancy roves In sacred Rapture to Elizian Groves Imagines flowry beds and hills of joy Where naked Angels sleeping lie Builds golden Palaces with Crystal Pillars grac'd And Diamond Doors on golden Hinges plac'd Creates embroider'd Grotts where Cupids dwell Adorn'd with luscious Fruit and Flowers of Sense-delighting smell And though he knows himself did this create He 's fond as if 't were true and loves the dear conceit Such beauteous Woman is such fancied still Her Smiles can save her frowns can kill Her person such Divinity does wear That tast and smell and all perfection's there Extatick Rapture transport all That we Elizium can call If then in this soft snare Her blooming Cheek her Eye or Hair Thy heart her prisoner she retains And thou wantst power to break the chains To the great God o' th' Grape thy self assign And there 's a sovereign power in Wine Shall give thee instant liberty From all her Charms and she And in a moment make thee free As frozen Age or as unfeeling Infancy Here stopt the reverend Moralist whose look Sufficiently confirm'd the Truths he spoke Joyful he was to see his words had won Resentment in his Son Whose cloudy Aspect did declare Within his brest what passions were at war He now on bended knee low as the earth Begs pardon of the Author of his birth For errors past and vows to be Henceforth the Child of his Morality With joyful look the Sire his Convert grac'd Thrice blest the kneeling Youth and thrice embrac'd And as the Kingly Prophet once did Absalom Forgave his sins of youth caress'd and brought him home And now the glittering God of day Had through opposing Elements made way In Neptunes deep Recess withdrew His Rays from mortal view With borrowed Beams th' inconstant Moon Possest his place and counterfeits a Noon Laborious Nature seem'd at rest And soft repose crown'd Man and Beast When to my peaceful Lodging I retir'd Well pleas'd at what I heard and Honesty admir'd FINIS Books printed for and sold by Ioseph Hindmarsh at the Black Bull in Cornhill REliquiae Raleighanae being Discourses and Sermons on several Subjects By the Reverend Dr. Walter Raleigh Dean of Wells and Chaplain in Ordinary to his late Majesty King Charles the First Sermons upon Faith and Providence and other Subjects By the late Reverend William Outram D. D. Prebend of Westminster and Chaplain in Ordinary to his Majesty An impartial Account of the Arraignment Tryal and Condemnation of Thomas late Earl of Strafford and Lord Lievtenant of Ireland before the Parliament at Westminster Anno Dom. 1641. The Loyal Citizen reviv'd a Speech made by Alderman Garroway at a Common-Hall on Tuesday the 17 of Ianuary 1642. upon occasion of a Speeech delivered there the Friday before by Mr. Pym at the Reading of his Majesties Answer to the late Petition The Good Old Way or a Discourse offered to all true hearted Protestants concerning the Ancient Way of the Church and the Conformity of the Church of England thereunto as to its Government Manner of Worship Rites and Customs By Edward Pelling Rector of St. Martin Ludgate and Chaplain to his Grace the Duke of Summerset