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The second part of Absalom and Achitophel a poem.
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
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Poet Fame The Kenites Rocky Province his Command A barren Limb of Fertile Canaans Land Which for its gen'rous Natives yet cou'd be Held Worthy such a President as He Bezaliel with each Grace and Virtue Fraught Serene his Looks Serene his Life and Thought On whom so largly Nature heapt her Store There scarce remain'd for Arts to give him more To Aid the Crown and State his greatest Zeal His Second Care that Service to Conceal Of Dues Observant Firm in ev'ry Trust And to the Needy always more than Just. Who Truth from specious falshood can divide Has all the Gown-mens Skill without their Pride Thus crown'd with worth from heights of honour won Sees all his Glories copyed in his Son Whose forward Fame should every Muse engage Whose Youth boasts skill deny'd to others Age. Men Manners Language Books of noblest kind Already are the Conquest of his Mind Whose Loyalty before its Date was prime Nor waited the dull course of rowling Time The Monster Faction early he dismaid And David's Cause long since confest his Aid Brave Abdael o'er the Prophet's School was plac'd Abdael with all his Father's Virtue grac'd A Heroe who while Stars look'd wondring down Without one Hebrew 's Bloud restor'd the Crown That Praise was His what therefore did remain For following Chiefs but boldly to maintain That Crown restor'd and in this Rank of Fame Brave Abdael with the First a place must claim Proceed illustrious happy Chief proceed Foreseize the Garlands for thy Brow decreed While th' inspir'd Tribe attend with noblest strain To Register the Glories thou shalt gain For sure the Dew shall Gilboah's Hills forsake And Iordan mix his Stream with Sodom's Lake Or Seas retir'd their secret Stores disclose And to the Sun their scaly Brood expose Or swell'd above the Clifts their Billows raise Before the Muses leave their Patron 's Praise Eliab our next Labour does invite And hard the Task to doe Eliab right Long with the royal Wanderer he rov'd And firm in all the Turns of Fortune prov'd Such ancient Service and Desert so large Well claim'd the Royal Houshold for his Charge His Age with onely one mild Heiress blest In all the Bloom of smiling Nature drest And blest again to see his Flow'r ally'd To David's Stock and made young Othriel's Bride The bright Restorer of his Father's Youth Devoted to a Son 's and Subject's Truth Resolv'd to bear that prize of Duty home So bravely sought while sought by Absalom Ah Prince th' illustrious Planet of thy Birth And thy more powerfull Virtue guard thy worth That no Achitophel thy Ruine boast Israel too much in one such Wreck has lost Ev'n Envy must consent to Helon's Worth Whose Soul though Egypt glories in his Birth Cou'd for our Captive-Ark its Zeal retain And Pharaoh's Altars in their Pomp disdain To slight his Gods was small with nobler pride He all th' Allurements of his Court defi'd Whom Profit nor Example cou'd betray But Israel's Friend and true to David's Sway. What acts of favour in his Province fall On Merit he confers and Freely all Our List of Nobles next let Amri grace Whose Merits claim'd the Abethdins high place Who with a Loyalty that did excell Brought all th' endowments of Achitophel Sincere was Amri and not onely knew But Israel's Sanctions into practice drew Our Laws that did a boundless Ocean seem Were coasted all and fathom'd all by Him No Rabbin speaks like him their mystick Sense So just and with such Charms of Eloquence To whom the double Blessing does belong With Mose's Inspiration Aaron's Tongue Than Sheva none more loyal Zeal have shown Wakefull as Iudah's Lion for the Crown Who for that Cause still combats in his Age For which his Youth with danger did engage In vain our factious Priests the Cant revive In vain seditious Scribes with Libels strive T' enflame the Crowd while He with watchfull Eye Observes and shoots their Treasons as They fly Their weekly Frauds his keen Replies detect He undeceives more fast than they infect So Moses when the Pest on Legions prey'd Advanc'd his Signal and the Plague was stay'd Once more my fainting Muse thy Pinnions try And Strengths exhausted store let Love supply What Tribute Asaph shall we render Thee We 'll crown thee with a Wreath from thy own Tree Thy Lawrel Grove no Envye's flash can blast The Song of Asaph shall for ever last With wonder late Posterity shall dwell On Absalom and false Achitophel Thy strains shall be our slumbring Prophets dream And when our Sion Virgins sing their Theam Our Iubilees shall with thy Verse be grac't The Song of Asaph shall for ever last How fierce his Satyr loos'd restrain'd how tame How tender of th' offending Young man's Fame How well his worth and brave Adventures still'd Just to his Vertues to his Errour mild No Page of thine that fears the strictest view But teems with just Reproof or Praise as due Not Eden cou'd a fairer Prospect yield All Paradise without one barren Field VVhose VVit the Censure of his Foes has past The Song of Asaph shall for ever last What Praise for such rich Strains shall we allow What just Rewards the gratefull Crown bestow While Bees in Flow'rs rejoyce and Flow'rs in Dew While Stars and Fountains to their Course are true While Iudah's Throne and Sion's Rock stand fast The Song of Asaph and the Fame shall last Still Hebrons honour'd happy Soil Retains Our Royal Heroes beauteous dear remains Who now sails off with Winds nor Wishes slack To bring his Suff'rings bright Companion back But e'er such Transport can our sense employ A bitter grief must poyson half our Joy Nor can our Coasts restor'd those Blessings see Without a Bribe to envious Destiny Curs'd Sodom's Doom for ever fix the Tyde Where by inglorious Chance the Valiant dy'd Give not insulting Askalon to know Nor let Gath's Daughters triumph in our Woe No Sailer with the News swell Egypt's Pride By what inglorious Fate our Valiant dy'd Weep Arnon Iordan weep thy Fountains dry While Sion's Rock dissolves for a Supply Calm were the Elements Night's silence deep The Waves scarce murm'ring and the Winds asleep Yet Fate for Ruine takes so still an hour And treacherous Sands the Princely Barque devour Then Death unworthy seiz'd a gen'rous Race To Virtues scandal and the Stars disgrace Oh! had th' Indulgent Powr's vouchsaf't to yield Instead of faithless Shelves a listed Field A listed Field of Heav'ns and David's Foes Fierce as the Troops that did his Youth oppose Each Life had on his slaughter'd heap retir'd Not Tamely and Unconqu'ring thus expir'd But Destiny is now their onely Foe And dying ev'n o'er that they triumph too With loud last Breaths their Master's Scape applaud Of whom kind Force cou'd scarce the Fates defraud Who for such Followers lost O matchless Mind At his own Safety now almost repin'd Say Royal Sir by all your Fame in Arms Your praise in Peace and by Vrania's Charms If all your Suff'rings past so nerely prest Or pierc't with half so painful Grief your Breast Thus some Diviner Muse her Heroe forms Not sooth'd with soft Delights but tost in storms Not stretcht on Roses in the Myrtle Grove Nor Crowns his Days with Mirth his Nights with Love But far remov'd in Thundring Camps is found His Slumbers short his Bed the herbless Ground In Tasks of Danger always seen the First Feeds from the Hedg and slakes with Ice his Thirst. Long must his Patience strive with Fortunes Rage And long opposing Gods themselves engage Must see his Country Flame his Friends destroy'd Before the promis'd Empire be enjoy'd Such Toil of Fate must build a Man of Fame And such to Israel's Crown the God-like David came What suddain Beams dispel the Clouds so fast Whose drenching Rains laid all our Vineyards waste The Spring so far behind her Course delay'd On th' Instant is in all her Bloom array'd The Winds breath low the Element serene Yet Mark what Motion in the Waves is seen Thronging and busie as Hyblaean Swarms Or stragled Souldiers Summon'd to their Arms. See where the Princely Barque in loosest Pride With all her Guardian Fleet Adorns the Tide High on her Deck the Royal Lovers stand Our Crimes to Pardon e're they toucht our Land VVelcome to Israel and to David's Breast Here all your Toils here all your Sufferings Rest. This Year did Ziloah Rule Ierusalem And boldly all Sedition's Syrges stem How e're incumbred with a viler Pair Than Ziph and Shimei to assist the Chair Yet Ziloah's Loyal Labours so prevail'd That Faction at the next Election fail'd VVhen ev'n the common Cry did Justice Sound And Merrit by the Multitude was Crown'd VVith David then was Israel's Peace restor'd Crowds Mournd their Errour and Obey'd their Lord. FINIS
Fortunes and of Conscience Less With them the Tribe whose Luxury had drain'd Their Banks in former Sequestrations gaind Who Rich and Great by past Rebellions grew And long to fish the troubled Waves anew Some future Hopes some present Payment draws To Sell their Conscience and espouse the Cause Such Stipends those vile Hirelings best befit Priests without Grace and Poets without Wit Shall that false Hebronite escape our Curse Iudas that keeps the Rebells Pension-Purse Iudas that pays the Treason-writers Fee Iudas that well deserves his Namesake's Tree Who at Ierusalem's own Gates Erects His College for a Nursery of Sects Young Prophets with an early Care secures And with the Dung of his own Arts manures What have the Men of Hebron here to doe What part in Israel's promis'd Land have you Here Phaleg the Lay Hebronite is come 'Cause like the rest he could not live at Home Who from his own Possessions cou'd not drain An Omer even of Hebronitish Grain Here Struts it like a Patriot and talks high Of Injur'd Subjects alter'd Property An Emblem of that buzzing Insect Just That mounts the Wheell and thinks she raises Dust Can dry Bones Live or Skeletons produce The Vital Warmth of Cuckoldizing Juice Slim Phaleg cou'd and at the Table fed Return'd the gratefull product to the Bed A Waiting-man to Trav'ling Nobles chose He his own Laws wou'd Sawcily impose Till Bastinado'd back again he went To Learn those Manners he to Teach was sent Chastiz'd he ought to have retreated Home But He reads Politicks to Absalom For never Hebronite though Kickt and Scorn'd To his own Country willingly return'd But leaving famish'd Phaleg to be fed And to talk Treason for his daily Bread Let Hebron nay let Hell produce a Man So made for Mischief as Ben-Iochanan A Iew of Humble Parentage was He By Trade a Levite though of low Degree His Pride no higher than the Desk aspir'd But for the Drudgery of Priests was hir'd To Reade and Pray in Linen Ephod brave And pick up single Sheckles from the Grave Married at last and finding Charge come faster He cou'd not live by God but chang'd his Master Inspir'd by Want was made a Factious Tool They Got a Villain and we lost a Fool. Still Violent whatever Cause he took But most against the Party he forsook For Renegadoes who ne'er turn by halves Are bound in Conscience to be double Knaves So this Prose-Prophet took most monstrous Pains To let his Masters see he earn'd his Gains But as the Dev'l ows all his Imps a Shame He chose th' Apostate for his proper Theme With little Pains he made the Picture true And from Reflexion took the Rogue he drew A wondrous Work to prove the Iewish Nation In every Age a Murmuring Generation To trace 'em from their Infancy of Sinning And shew 'em Factious from their First Beginning To prove they cou'd Rebell and Rail and Mock Much to the Credit of the Chosen Flock A strong Authority which must Convince That Saints own no Allegiance to their Prince As 't is a Leading-Card to make a Whore To prove her Mother had turn'd up before But tell me did the Drunken Patriot Bless The Son that shew'd his Father's Nakedness Such Thanks the present Church thy Pen will give Which proves Rebellion was so Primitive Must Ancient Failings be Examples made Then Murtherers from Cain may learn their Trade As thou the Heathen and the Saint hast drawn Methinks th' Apostate was the better man And thy hot Father waving my respect Not of a mother Church but of a Sect. And Such he needs must be of thy Inditing This Comes of drinking Asses milk and writing If Balack should be cal'd to leave his place As profit is the loudest call of Grace His Temple dispossess'd of one wou'd be Replenish'd with seven Devils more by thee Levi thou art a load I 'll lay thee down And shew Rebellion bare without a Gown Poor Slaves in metre dull and adle-pated Who Rhime below ev'n David's Psalms translated Some in my Speedy pace I must outrun As lame Mephibosheth the Wisard's Son To make quick way I 'll Leap o'er heavy blocks Shun rotten Vzza as I wou'd the Pox And hasten Og and Doeg to rehearse Two Fools that Crutch their Feeble sense on Verse Who by my Muse to all succeeding times Shall live in spight of their own Dogrell Rhimes Doeg though without knowing how or why Made still a blund'ring kind of Melody Spurd boldly on and Dash'd through Thick and Thin Through Sense and Non-sense never out nor in Free from all meaning whether good or bad And in one word Heroically mad He was too warm on Picking-work to dwell But Faggotted his Notions as they fell And if they Rhim'd and Rattl'd all was well Spightfull he is not though he wrote a Satyr For still there goes some thinking to ill-Nature He needs no more than Birds and Beasts to think All his occasions are to eat and drink If he call Rogue and Rascal from a Garrat He means you no more Mischief than a Parat The words for Friend and Foe alike were made To Fetter 'em in Verse is all his Trade For Almonds he 'll cry Whore to his own Mother And call Young Absalom King David's Brother Let him be Gallows-Free by my consent And nothing suffer since he nothing meant Hanging Supposes humane Soul and reason This Animal's below committing Treason Shall he be hang'd who never cou'd Rebell That 's a preferment for Achitophel The Woman that Committed Buggary Was rightly Sentenc'd by the Law to die But 't was hard Fate that to the Gallows led The Dog that never heard the Statute read Railing in other Men may be a crime But ought to pass for mere instinct in him Instinct he follows and no farther knows For to write Verse with him is to Transprose 'T were pity treason at his Door to lay Who makes Heaven's gate a Lock to its own Key Let him rayl on let his invective muse Have four and Twenty letters to abuse Which if he Jumbles to one line of Sense Indict him of a Capital Offence In Fire-works give him leave to vent his spight Those are the onely Serpents he can write The height of his Ambition is we know But to be Master of a Puppet-show On that one Stage his works may yet appear And a months Harvest keeps him all the Year Now stop your noses Readers all and some For here 's a tun of Midnight-work to come Og from a Treason Tavern rowling home Round as a Globe and Liquor'd ev'ry chink Goodly and Great he Sayls behind his Link With all this Bulk there 's nothing lost in Og For ev'ry inch that is not Fool is Rogue A Monstrous mass of foul corrupted matter As all the Devils had spew'd to make the batter When wine has given him courage to Blaspheme He Curses God but God before Curst him And if man cou'd have reason none has more That made his Paunch so rich