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A search after honesty a poem / by Mr. Tutchin.
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Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707.
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crav'd for Priests Th' Almighty Froun'd and in his Anger gave A Priest shou'd make unthinking Man a Slave Scarce half his Bleating Flocks cou'd now suffice The Priest for Office and for Sacrifice The Priestly-pride devour'd the Layman's Wealth The Hearers Illness was the Preacher's Health The Unadulterate Priesthood never knew The Glory Strength nor Lewdness of the New Nor does the New those Sacred Tenents hold Nor love the Faith and Vertue of the old Good God! no longer let us be Accurst But show this Age how Man was Govern'd First Wee 'l soon acknowledge thy Imperial Power While thy Just Sway our Wooden Gods devour Under thy Banner willing Nations call Nor trust Mankind t' attempt a Second Fall Next to his Mind a Martial Wight appears His Aspect Fierce and Beautify'd with Scars Who does conduct him to the Scenes of Wars Where Mighty Squadrons range upon the Plain While Large Battalions Canvass Tents contain Not such as Romes expiring Glorys rais'd And made the Wondring World around Amaz'd Whose Prowess gain'd their State a just Applause With Arms proportion'd to so good a Cause Repair'd the Fame of its declining State And made Romes Empire and her Glorys great These never knew the Modern Arts of War Fighting and not Entrenching was their Care The God of War disowns his Progeny And Bacchus is amaz'd asham'd to see Men more Debauch'd and Proffligate than He. One Boasts his Valour and his Fam'd Exploits Tho' he for Coin not for his Country Fights Beneath a Gloomy Ditch one Wounded lies Praying to God to Damn him ere he Dies Vile Wretch that would his Destiny Forestall And for what others Dread so Vainly Call Loud as Defeated Armies when they Fly They Belch out Oaths and Blacken all the Sky No Footsteps here of Honesty remain Impiety and Lewdness fill the Plain In vain o're Hills and Mountains he Complains In vain he treads the Unfrequented Plains Next he Attempts the Billows of the Deep Where Neptune Rules and 's Watry-Court does keep Tho' Brittle Barks are here to pieces Torn Venus a Godess on the Waves was Born Here Raging Winds are sometimes Lull'd Asleep And Halcyon's Brood upon the Silent Deep Here Little Cupid does Expand his Wing And Tritons Dance while Lovely Syrens Sing He Views the Gilded Ships who Lofty Ride And with their Prows Stem the Approaching Tide Pleas'd with the Goodly Sight allur'd from Far Tho' with the mean Perfumes of Pitch and Tarr He does Approach They Marine State provide The Boatswain's Whistle and they Man the Side He enters is receiv'd in Awful Port Beholds the Splendour of a Marine Court He looks around and stands amaz'd to see The Costly Splendid Luxury of the Sea In Wooden Castles Floating from afar The Captains Cursing as the Sailors Swear Than Sands themselves more Treacherous on the shoar Or Faithless Winds when Angry Tempests Roar Tyrannick Sway o'r Government prevails They 'r puft with Pride as Boreas fills their sails In whose Bigg Bellies undiscover'd lye The Fate of Kings and Sailor's Destiny Like sooty Fiends they to their Cabbins Creep Leviathan not Neptune Rules the Deep Fatigu'd in Search and in his Mind opprest Our Poet lays his Weary'd Limbs to Rest Ease to our Limbs in every place we find But what can Ease the Labours of the Mind When the declining Sun dropt out of sight And Evening-Stars had Usher'd in the Night And Wanton Fishes which before did Sport On the Streams Surface to the Deep resort To their Repose upon some Slimy Bed Or in the Caverns of the Banks are laid Two gent'e Charons Rowing he espy'd With Well-tym'd Oars upon the Ebbing-Tyde They took him in and to Augusta came Augusta great in Riches as in Fame He views each Stately Dome each lofty Spire A Phoenix City sprung from Fatal Fire With Trade and Riches in abundance blest By Forreign Empires and Great States Garrest Each Flowing-Tide does fill her Crowded Port With Ships cou'd bear the Island they do Court Whose Wooden-Wombs produce a Mighty Birth Of all the Treasures of the Distant Earth Ships who like Bees to Both the Indies Roam And having Plunder'd whereso're they come Do to this Hive bring all their Honey Home VVith Generous VVine and Costly Dainties fill'd Augusta's Sons devour what Swains have Till'd Her Mighty Bigness does augment her state And Borrowing Princes at her Chamber wait In Princely Pallaces her Sons reside And grow as VVanton as the Flowing Tide Her VVomen Beauteous of Majestick Port Venus and Cupid both keep here their Court But our Bard's Goddess here has no resort A Fabrick stands near to its Rivers Edge VVhere Two Kind Sisters Built a Lofty Bridge A Monument of Vast Aspiring Height VVond'rous in Form Amazing to the Sight Founded in Orphans Ruine Widdows Tears And the Collected Wealth of many Years It 's lofty Top in thicker Air it shrouds And hides its shameful Head among the Clouds Aspiring thus it nearer Heaven does grow That Heaven might see Mens Villanies below Founded at first a Monument for Sin Because the Cities Flames did here begin Thus some Lewd Priest who like a sharpen'd Scythe Has Mow'd a Parish of its Wealth for Tythe Heaven to Appease he most Devoutly Prays And all his Plunder on the Altar lays From hence our Poet Views the Crowded Streets And various Men with various Minds he Meets Some Trick like Courtiers with Despotick Power And like Great Fish the Lesser Fry devour Some Clad with Livery Fines profusely live And o're the Pavements in their Coaches drive Bankrupts Commissions make some Rich and Great He only Best does Trade who Best does Cheat Next at the Inns of Court a while he stops In those Dark Cells he for his Doddess Gropes As scatter'd Limbs of Beasts in pieces Torn The Entrance to a Lyon's Den Adorne Thus at each Lawyers Door does Groveling lye The Poor Remains of some Lost Family Praying for what was once by Law their Own By Parchment Murder'd and False Deeds Undone Lord How these Brutes with one another Jarr And Scold a Tryal at the Noisy Barr Lawyers like Taylors Sheers do Ope and Shut And Grind each other in their Clients Suite But still the Client is the Cloth they Cut. Corrupted Gold from Plainest Statutes draw As Priests do Wrest the Gospel these the Law From these as from the Pestilence he Runs And takes a View of Aesculapius Sons Environ'd round with Sceletons they sit And Instruments of Grizly Death do fit No Ball from Canons Mouth more surely Kills Nor halfe so many as their Poys'nous Pills Not from Pandora's Box more Poysons flye Then in their Nasty Drugs and Extracts lye Denying Use of Natures wholsome Food They with their Recipes Corrupt our Blood Curst is the Wretch the Goblin Doctor Haunts He 's Kill'd by Inches Stung to Death by Ants Yet Mild-Authority Approves their Skill Hangmen and Doctors have a Right to Kill Our Bard Confounded with the City Cheats Like Pious Lot from Sodom he Retreats Where he his Goddess or his Fate may find Nor casts one Unauspicious Look behind He Walks a-foot along the Dusty Road Where Waggons Groan beneath their Mighty Load Where from the Towns on Albion's distant Coast Men to Augusta Travel like an Host When Sol's Hot Station did oppose the North And through the Air Warm Beams were darted forth Beneath a Shrub our Poet lays him down To Ease his Limbs and pass the Heat at Noon No Dainties here Grace his Contented Board But what the Brambles and the Hedge afford What Liquor Nature had created first Did from the Brook allay his Heat and Thirst. With Gentle Slumbers and with Ease Refresht Not Men on Downy Beds more sweetly Rest He Travels o'r the Melancholy Heath And Views the Valleys and the Heards beneath Till Sol Retir'd unto his Place of Rest And all in Darkness the Horizon Drest Our Poet now a Lonesome Wood had found Beneath whose Boughs he lays him on the Ground Unto his Goddess first his Prayers he made Whilst Birds did Sing their Vespers o're his Head No Beast of Prey disturb'd his soft Repose But in the Morning to his Toil he rose Long o're the Hills and Mountains he Complains And makes Enquiry of the Pagan Swains Some little notice of the Swains he had His Goddess Honesty that Way was Fled One Evening as he past a Loansome Plain Scorch't with the Sun and seldom Blest with Rain Hither for Herbage Beasts do ne're Repair Nor will the Soil reward the Tillers Care A Little Village near the Plain there stood Contiguous to a Small but Lofty Wood Like some more happy Unfrequented Grove Where Turtles Wooe and Swains Commence their Love Whether Inspir'd or Destitute of Food He Steers his Course by the obliging Wood Beneath the Shadow of whose Spreading Trees Guarded by Cottagers his Goddess Sees Though her Mean State Proclaim'd aloud Despair She still was Charming and her Features Fair He made Obeysance at his Goddess Feet And She did kindly her Adorer Greet Dear Youth She says From whence proceeds this Toil What makes thee Ravage this Deserted Isle Long I Her Cities and her Towns have Left Of all their Gods and Honesty Bereft To seek New Converts in the Thickest Shades Free from the Crowds the Noisy Town â—nvades But Honesty is every where the same Though Courts may hate Her nor Her Worth Proclaim Each Rising-Sun does Fresher Charmes Engage She 's not Decay'd but more Improv'd by Age. Then Sit Down Youth and See my Homely Court What Humble Pageantries my Pomp Support FINIS †The BRIDGE Built by a Waterman's Two Daughters
A SEARCH AFTER HONESTY A POEM By Mr. TUTCHIN LONDON Printed for the Author 1697. To His FRIEND Mr. J. T. on the Following POEM PRithee Old Friend Shall I make bold to Ask What Angry Stars have doom'd Thee to this Task What Powers Sway'd thy Fancy What thy Mind To Seek a Thing so Plaguy hard to Find First try thy Fate see how such Projects hit Find out something that 's Parallel to it Find out a CITY destitute of Vice Find out that Spot call'd The Old Paradise Find a French Courtier without Genteel Lyes Or any English one that Gold denies Find out a Beauty and no Pride Lodg'd there An Honest Thief and Gen'rous Usurer Find out the Unicorn and Phoenix too And from what Cause in Nature they first grew When these are found then we perhaps may see Some dark blind steps of Light-Heel'd-Honesty I once was Led by Curious Thoughts to know On what Strange Soil this Honesty did grow But those I Askt for it return'd me No. I from the Lawyer first Direction sought And begg'd his Aid to this my New-born Thought Tush Tush quoth he Our Trade is to Adjust Nice Points of Law and Doubtfull-Deeds of Trust By which we make Men Poor but seldom Just. The Doctor felt my Pulse quoth he Thou' rt Mad Goe Bleed use Hellebore and Shave thy Head Then to a Priest I went and told my Want Who Fairly Answer'd He knew nothing on 't Nay then quoth I if this is own'd by All I 'll Vse it Sparingly or not at All I 'll Talk on 't too like others without Ground The Crowd they 'll Stare Believe and so 't goes round What is this thing that Men so Lamely Know This Honesty so much Pretended to T is nothing Or What 's next to 't but a Toy Oft-times a Shooing-horn for Knavery 'T is Faith's next Heir a Jewel if you knew it Ingrost by all though very few dare shew it 'T is like the Solvent Chymist's talk so on A sort of Witch-craft more Believ'd then Known 'T is like the Flame that doth so fine appear But Burns the Skin of him that comes too near 'T is vainly Call'd what vauntingly we boast Talk't by the Wise Believ'd to Weak Mens Cost 'T is like the Maiden-head weak Men Adore Ne'r Found when Lost nor never seen before This Truth all know and some Men to their Sorrow One's Honest now perhaps a Knave to Morrow Then what 's the Honesty in Common Vogue When he that hath it Proves next Day a ROGUE Were it as Plenty as 't is said to be More Honest Deeds and fewer Knaves you 'd see 'T is Craft and Skill not Justice makes the Knave Who to Enrich his Heir himself 's a Slave To Swell th' Estate Crowds in a Crime or Two So gains his Point 't is no great matter How So Heires are Curst Estates too now and then And this too done by them Call'd Honest Men. Well Friend Go on in this Design Abide And th' Great Being be thy Sacred Guide 'T is Brave and Gen'rous Nay a Noble Strain To seek for that which few Men wish to gain 'T is a Design of such Descent and Birth That proves 't was Born Above not here on Earth As a Reward may thou its Birth-place View As a Possessor not as Pilgrims Doe Let us be Honest Vs that Shrine Adore A Blessing still Attends it though we 're Poor J. P. A SEARCH After Honesty IN Silent Shades upon the Banks of Thames A Pensive Bard sate viewing of the Streams He thought retiring to have found Reliefe But Shades and Darksome Scenes augment our Griefe Long he his Country and her Fate did Mourn And Pray'd for more Auspicious days return His Godess HONESTY he long had lost Upon the Ages Impious Surges tost No Influence no Tract of her he finds But what remains in his and Generous Minds Whether She 's fled or how disturb'd of rest He long revolv'd within his Tortur'd Breast To Forreign Climes from Heavenly Seats Above Bearing the Mandates of Allmighty Jove As Angels do with swiftest speed repair Through the vast Empires of extended Air Guided by Heav'nly Charts a Passage find And leave the Winds and Flagging Clouds behind At once they view the Regions of the Sky And Humane Actions as aloft they flye Thus does the Mind all distant Forms survey And Just Ideas to it self convey Things hid in Dark recess to Light are brought By Inspiration or a Turn of Thought His Mind first brought him as the chief of things Unto the Gilded Pallaces of Kings He thought a GODESS of so Great a Port Was fit for Empire and receiv'd at COURT Soon the Mistaken Bard his Error found When Fancy brought him on the Slipp'ry Ground Nature does here with hideous Forms affright And Paints the Landscape of Eternal Night The Sun whose Blessing is his heat Divine Does here like some Enchanted Taper shine Pimps Parasites and Knaves make up the Throng Whilst Ghosts of Poyson'd Monarchs glide along A Den where none but Beasts of Prey resort And hatch New Crimes their Old Ones to Support Night Ravens Perch with the Ill-boding Owl State Foxes Bark and Rav'nous Tygers Howl GoblinsTransform themselves and Night-Mares Prance Elves Bellow Loud and Ghastly Satyrs Dance Men here by Philtres do provoke their Loves And every Woman a Medoea proves Each Man with Envy does the next surprize The Small-ones Grumble as the Great-ones Rise One Man Preferr'd the Residue Combine And do his State-Foundations Undermine Yet all Aspiring to be Gay and Great Alike they Flatter and alike they Cheat. Still Fancy leads him by Mistaken Rules And brings him next to Colleges and Schools Where Youth is with the Laws Corruption Fed Where Priests are Form'd and Holy Cheats are Bred Taught to Mislead the Ignorant from the Way Bewitch their Sences and their Faith Betray From these as from the Stews do overflow Num'rous as Grass does on the Mountains grow Monks Nuns and Priests of every Sect and Kind The same in Virtue and the same in Mind Here to the Sacred Altar he repairs Hoping to Meet his Goddess at her Prayers With Fervent Zeal the Priests Devotion Pay With Outward CANT and Hearts within Astray By Formal Zeal the Trading-Priesthood Thrives Yet Damn their Doctrine in their Wicked Lives Incens'd at this our Poet did express His Just Resentments in such Words as these How much this Age than others is Accurst How much Unlike what was Created First The Infant-World with Care and Plenty Blest Knew not the Plague nor odious Name of Priest Each Man a Temple in his Dwelling saw And Taught his Children to Expound the Law Was Priest himself yet Plough'd his Fertile Soil And eat the Sweets of all his Care and Toil No Black-Invader did his Ease molest Nor Pay'd he Tythes to a Voracious Priest Pamper'd with Ease eat Manna for his Bread Yet loath'd those Daintys which his Bowels fed At once his God and Liberty Detests He like the Heathen-Nations