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Canidia, or, The witches a rhapsody, in five parts / by R.D.
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Dixon, Robert, d. 1688.
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Smock Sinner or so Commute soundly and you shall be let go Fee Ogg the great Comissary before and behind Then Sin on you know my mind To Females all Males must be kind But Poor Whores no favour find Norfolk Swains that drive the Cows Whistle Littleton at their Plows Essoins Withernams Vouches Recapia's are stuffed in Leathern-Slowches The Salick Law is a rare Tool Excludes Females from all Rule Let no-Woman Fee Inherit Because in Wars they cannot Merit As freely Father goes to the Bow As the Son handles the Plow From the Females or Heirs Male A Fine past cuts off the Entail For a Recovery you may Rail No stopping a Ship under Sail. Pantomimi Histriones Wizards Egregii Nebulones Vox Populi vox Dei 't is confest Is as True as all the rest A Populo ad Regem Modus Conventio vincunt Legem It drives Shopkeepers into Nets When Priviledg'd men must pay no Debts Anaxarchus had the heart of a Porter That could endure to be bray'd in a Mortar Customs of contrary Feature Should they be call'd a Second Nature To say this Point is Law is in dark to grope Unless it agree with the whole Scope From Truth how can Falshood come Or Lyes harbour in Truths Room If all are inevitable Fate All Good or Bad 's quite out of Date Whether it be fair or just Men more than Brutes continual Lust How does Reason rule the Rost When Lasciviousness rides Post They couple only for a Brood Men for every wanton Mood They take their times for Generation Men at all times without Moderation What Witches were at the taking of Troy Fair Helena stole by the Roaring Boy Paris was that unlucky Toy Both fit to be call'd the Witches Joy Two contrary Parties Hallow Boys Hallow Jupiter in Troiam pro Trojâ stabat Apollo 'T is good well sung in Catches or Canto's 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Which with a Pipe of Smoke to blow to Is Dimidium plus Toto 'T is time to bid your Companions be gone The Farthest about 's the nearest way home The Whole is greater than the Part That 's safe But the Contrary Thou lyest Ralph Every Effect hath a Cause There should be Reason in all Laws Clerks if you rightly apprehend 'um Hold Dignities in pure Commendam ' Cause men of Parts cannot be found While they are living above ground No harm for Wrong done shall come near ye Idem est non esse non apparere A Minor acts not without a Tutor An old Incumbent hath a Coadjutor And a Mistress hath a Suitor Status Naturae status Belli Is worse than Cock-broth in Gelly Jus unicuique ad omnia O rare Look out sharp the World 's a great Fare Nothing 's good but wha't 's Commanded Why should any man be hang'd or branded Nothing 's bad but what 's Forbidden Let Thieves and Rogues do as they 're bidden It should seem by all these Flaws Definitions are dangerous in Laws Go and be bound and pay the Debt You 're just taken in a Net I am all in a Sweat Come hang Laws they that have Brains To know or do them will take no pains For to be sure they 'l get no gains And they have many unlucky Strains For they keep us all in Chains 'T is better to be free and then We may be said to live like Men. Reason of State Reason of Law Right or Wrong keeps all in Aw Trust no Man if you would live brave Keep a good Word for a Knave Oblige all the World please every Man By hook or by crook Catch that catch can Study Men more than Books That will make you gentile Rooks. Get a Picklock for the Law To open every Crevise and Flaw Get Pincers and a lusty Screw To wrest from every Man his due Where Rocks are get Axes and Hammers Spades Pickaxes and Rammers Let all your Implements be ready And be sure to hold your hand steady Look big stand all in your Robes Like a Conqueror of both Globes From you every Line or Word Cuts more than a Two-handed-Sword Truth must not be spoke you say at all times The way to huddle up the basest Crimes To be an Informer is thought a Disgrace Then how shall Capital Laws take place Never of any Tale-bearer tell Tho you love me never so well But if I get a Friend in a Corner He will tell me the false Informer He that is an Inventor of Lyes By him many an Innocent dyes Deserves to be made a Sacrifice For shall not the good Law punish him sore And not suffer him to live to kill any more Is it not good for the Common-weal To reward him that shall Felons reveal Is he my Friend that will see me misus'd Or behind my back not tell me by whom I 'am abus'd Consider this Case better and try And do as you would be done by 'T is come to a fine pass you 'l say when Witches with Maces Authoritatively must Resolve Conscience-Cases For this call us no more Brazen Faces Nor load us with foul Disgraces We understand some Common Places Marcus his Scholars loosely taught That tho by all kind of Vice debaucht Yet no more tainted by these ugly Steams Than are by Dunghils the Suns Beams Sesostris was first Institutor of Fees To Souldiers he gave the best Aegyptian Lees. He fed them and taught them all in Warring And by this Tye restrain'd them from Jarring They must keep strict to Military Art From which Mechanicks might never depart And to preserve Families from falling The Son must be of his Father's Calling And so a Captain as well as a Cook His Father's Profession ne're forsook If he dye for his Inheritance he might go look 'T were good if Scholars were so kept to their Book But our Laws would never this Custom Brook To Souldiers and Priests so much good Land Preserv'd them close to the Kings Command Better than the old Praetorian Band. He also freed them from Taxes and Gabels Whose Names were listed in Warlike Tables So much Bread and Flesh he daily did award To all the Yeomen of his Guard They served their Master the rather Because he was their Foster Father Nomus Thebaeus assign'd to Regiments Panopolitus or Chemnitus all in their Tents Turk to this day prosecutes the same Intents For Love and Gratitude strong Arguments So Janizaries and Timariots Are hindred from Rebellious Plots The Roman Agrarian Law Kept Souldier and People all in Aw The Linotrophi not for Name With the Feudatories were much the same 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 divided into Nomi Pannels Betwixt Nilus and Ostia Channels A wise Lady was once in hope To get License from the Pope For Women as well as Men to hear Confessions Resolve Cases and pardon Transgressions His Holiness his Answer did delay And bid her wait till such a day And gave her a Box to bring with her own hand But not to open it by strict Command The good Lady and her
make Hell crack ‘ As were the Giants to Mankind ‘ Such to you you shall us find ‘ Do then I say as we would have ye ‘ O◠all the Powers of Hell can't save ye ‘ O how the pitiful Ghosts shake ‘ At our Threatnings how they quake ‘ Because they know they cannot stand ‘ Except they stoop to our Command ‘ You that love to be called Gods ‘ Shall like Slaves be whipt with Rods. ‘ Foolish Mortals use to fear you ‘ When you fall they shall Jeer you ‘ You know when I please to use my Power ‘ I can destroy you every Hour ‘ When we find you in Transgression ‘ We can bring you to Confession ‘ Have at you once for all ‘ We 'l make you on us for Mercy call ‘ Except you strive to make me your Friend ‘ I say your Power is at an end ‘ This of Mine is the most working Spell ‘ That e're was sent to Heaven or Hell ‘ We 'l take your Brass Silver and Gold Mettals ‘ And melt 'um down to Pots and Kettles ‘ That which now an Idol makes ‘ Shall serve for Pispots and for Jakes ‘ Your Silk and Tissue Robes we 'l burn ‘ Or them into Fools Coats turn ‘ The World shall know you 're Stocks and Stones ‘ Or nothing else but Dead mens Bones ‘ You call your selves Planets and Stars ‘ That are but Sepulchral Jars ‘ Crocks and Dust Mummy at best ‘ Yet you would be ador'd and blest ‘ The Cheat's found out the Truth to tell ‘ No such Gods are in Heaven or Hell ‘ Learn then us Witches to adore ‘ Such Gods as you shall be Gods no more ‘ That are no better than Rogue and Whore ‘ From henceforth Priests put up your Pipes ‘ With us in Markets go sell Tripes ‘ A company of rascally Canters ‘ That set up the Trade of Inchanters ‘ Ne're think to cheat the World more ‘ You grow rich and we grow poor ‘ You are the dissembling Wights ‘ Cheating us with Familiar Sprites ‘ Never was such a Reformation ‘ Practis'd in any Generation ‘ Mortals fear the Daemons no more ‘ But be afraid of Rogue and Whore ‘ Those are the Furies those the Fiends ‘ That appear to be your Friends ‘ And are all for their own Ends. ‘ Spare your Altars and your Gifts ‘ All these are but pitiful Shifts ‘ I have given them all their Lifts ‘ From henceforth ye honest Slaves ‘ Arm your selves ' gainst Rogues and Knaves ‘ He that will be an Honest man ‘ Let Devils hurt him if they can ‘ Never fear Stocks or Stones ‘ Never worship Dead mens Bones ‘ Never be more daunted by Elves ‘ The Devils are amongst your selves ‘ More or less in Folio's or Twelves ‘ A company of silly Apes ‘ Be no more scar'd by Nocturnal shapes ‘ Princes and Generals give gifts like Fools ‘ To Apollo 's Three-Foot-Stools ‘ This was the Scab this was the Itch ‘ To make Kings poor and Priests rich ‘ Was there ever such a Tearing Witch ‘ Witchcraft by Witchcraft is smother'd ‘ Witchcraft by Witchcraft is discover'd ‘ For this purpose I have sent out Roisters ‘ To find out these grand Impostors ‘ And drag them out of their Cells and Cloisters ‘ And send 'um posting to their doom ‘ For Honest men to make room ‘ Honesty I dare say ‘ From all carries the Bell away ‘ The true Witchcraft is Hypocrisie ‘ And every thing that is a Lye ‘ I have prov'd the greatest Spy ‘ That ever found out Villany ‘ For I have garbled every Sect ‘ That ever did the World Infect ‘ Let 's ha' no more of these Tricks hereafter ‘ To cheat every honest Son and Daughter ‘ Hitherto Knaves have made it their Laughter ‘ But I 'le send 'um to the Slaughter ‘ This is my piercing Wit ‘ Which a Philosopher could never hit ‘ Put 'um all upon the Spit ‘ Let all the Ranks of Rogues and Knaves ‘ Be posted from Gibbets to Graves ‘ At Witches hitherto the Rout ‘ Use to throw Stones Jeer and Flout ‘ Till burnt or hang'd would not give out ‘ 'T is to be hop'd they 'l spare us now ‘ And look better to the Pen and Plow ‘ I have been an observing Ranger ‘ Where 's the least shew there 's the most Danger ‘ Have a care of the Dog i' th' Manger ‘ Alas we have done petty Harms ‘ What think y' of Gowns and Gens d' Arms ‘ O this Steel O these Gowns ‘ O these Leathern Clowns ‘ O these Men of Wit ‘ The Golden Mark how they hit ‘ We are ugly poor and old ‘ We did never shine in Gold ‘ But we have been basely bought and sold ‘ If we had got but the true knack ‘ We should have Bowl'd at the Gold-Jack ‘ This Trick the Devil found ‘ Shews us all the true Ground ‘ Defame Lie Rob Murder Whore ‘ What can Witches do more ‘ Nay tho the World at them doth grutch ‘ I never knew them do so much ‘ Alas we go slowly upon Crutches ‘ They fly and take you in their Clutches ‘ Keep close to your Callings if you be wise ‘ And beware of Saints in disguise ‘ But at last we shall out-wit 'um ‘ Or the Devil shall out-split ' um ‘ In all my Born I ne're cou'd abide 'um ‘ But tell the World where they use to hide ' um ‘ I take him for an excellent Setter ‘ That Preaches by the Spirit and acts by the Letter ‘ Ten thousand Plots to my One they have hatcht ‘ But now I think they were ne're were so well macht ‘ As in this Satyr I have patcht ‘ Yet all I go by is by Books and by Fame ‘ And for it my Satyr has got an ill Name ‘ But his Honest desire is Mischief to tame ‘ My Satyr henceforth would confine to his Den ‘ And never more come amongst wicked Men. ‘ They have try'd him so long with their Sins ‘ That he too often frets and grins ‘ He 's tyr'd with skipping and whipping about ‘ Among the Rascal Revel Rout. ‘ I 'de fain be quiet too if you please ‘ Reform and I 'le send him his Writ of Ease ‘ The Scholar will say in his Execration ‘ He finds me too often change my Fashion ‘ Sometimes I 'am a Devil and the Devil I paint ‘ Sometimes I appear in the shape of a Saint ‘ A second Guzman He or She ‘ A Knave and an Honest man be ‘ I am all Villany I confess ‘ But I love to go in an honest dress ‘ I hope I 'm Rogue ne're the less ‘ Only I am a great Painter of Faces ‘ Giants and Dwarfs of all Ranks and Races ‘ Ambling and Trotting in all Paces ‘ By this you may know what is good or bad ‘ And where both are to be had ‘ If you choose the best I 'le be glad ‘ I confess Knaves have made