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A36963
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Collin's walk through London and VVestminster a poem in burlesque / written by T.D.
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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the moist and virile Nature Being most the causer of that matter And was a modest covering given More than for Ornament by Heaven For had they been for graceful shew Our Sex no doubt had had them too Quoth Collin whether that be so That Womankind have Beards or no Is dubious and admits a question Which now you seem to make a Jest on Some Authors own they may be hairy In spite of Arguments contrary And prove by Books and learn'd Discourse Some sort of Ladies have had Whiskers Tho the position wonder draws And those too by a Natural Cause The h Qâ—een of Sheba as 't is said Had a small Beard of sandy red Which when to stint her Nations quarrels She Solomon had pump'd of s Morals Grew and enlarg'd upon her Phiz Each day till 't was as long as his And of Examples too I 've some That I can trace much nearer home My Mother and my Sister both Possessing Beards of handsome growth Which made some ignorant i Capriches Believe and seize on 'em for Witches Nor them nor my old Father spare Whom they believ'd a Conjurer When really from Beards arise No ill but signs of being wise And therefore those of female mold Seldom have any till they are old As for the Politiques I teach I fancy them beyond your reach And your capacity would win More fame by shewing you can spin Than pertly aiming at debate And meddling with affairs of State The famous k Sallique Law of France Their lasting glory to advance As I have heard my Father say No woman would permit to sway Their occult gifts being thought most fitting For dresses or to mind their knitting And therefore from all publique matters Still kept their Sisters Wives or Daughters And if in little England here The wise and wholsome custom were To gag 'em in their prating vein On the transfactions of this Reign Or send 'em out from London all As once did Politique old e Noll You 'd find less store of villanies Less Cuckolds too and fewer lies Quoth she thou dost by this describe The sordid nature of thy Tribe The sneaking Presbyter exceeding All other Sects in want of breeding And therefore by his mean deserts Wouldst rate and model others parts And tho our Sex thou wouldst run down Yet shalt thou find amongst them one Shall with your ablest Rabbi vye In Logick or Philosophy The Art of Arguing shew and teach To discuss truth m from lyes in Speech The Nature of a question prove Simple or Compound that you move And by the n Predicables show Whither 't is stated right or no. Genus species in sententia With Proprium differentia Shall trot and amble in discourse As easie as I make my Horse Or if on Natural Tracts you dare Pretend to talk I 'll pose you there I 'll shew through long laborious Studies The Natures of all sorts of Bodies Of Fire of Water Earth or Air The Causes or Effects declare What 't is makes stinking Fish to shine As if it had some light Divine Or why a piece of rotten Post Shall to his Lodging light mine Host The Nature of the Moon decreasing Declare and what 's the cause of sneezing Of Coughs and o Hiccoughs the intents And why my Buxom Lady squints Nay more what has this many years Puzzled our best Philosophers I 'll tell why Dogs turn three times round About the place where they lye down Which Mysteries when the Wits of Gresham Shall hear how plainly I 'll express them They 'll own in spite of publick Rumours They 're not all Blockheads at St. Omers No sooner Collin heard that word But striking fist upon the Board Quoth he I 'll hold a pound to nothing We have got a Wolf here in Sheeps clothing By this Philosophy and Logick Which is the same to me as Magick With that last word join'd all together I find your La ship a false Brother And should your Arguments repel By Reason with a Constable He would the best confuter be Of all rank Roman Sophistry By letting your high parts be known To Justice and the Learned Town As men that travelling learn the Arts By Murder oft improve their parts He that for Argument is hang'd Best proves how well he has harrang'd The Jesuit look'd pale at that As knowing he had slipt a fault But was resolv'd with a feign'd laugh And impudence to put it off When Collin thus went on The Nation I think has many a Proclamation Which does from Statute-Law proceed By which your Tribe were all forbid As Traytors yet as if you long for 't You must come over tho you hang for 't You must be crying up Dunce Peters Tho you howl after for 't in Fetters Extol your Gods the Fathers too Whom if I said were mad 't is true The very Founder o of ye all Scarce having Lucid Interval Who in the Rapture of his Fits Made all the Rules for Jesuites Who has deserv'd more than your Popes The stroke of Ax or twitch of Ropes By Rapine and by Avarice some Have made a Den of Thieves of Rome Some by curs'd Poyson have been struck dumb That t'others Bribes might get the Popedom Nay one p whose tale I thought untrue Till now I chance to meet with you Tho to the Stews she was a Daughter Was chosen in Rome for Sanctae Pater And by lewd Off-spring made us see Her stanch Infallibility Quoth Priest thou art the foul mouthst fellow That ever at Guildhall did bellow When your damn'd party would controle A just election by a Poll. And what or whoso'ere I am I 'le prove it to your partys shame No private Sect deserves the Gallows So much as your Phanatick Fellows Tho Brethren of the Romish See Do venture here for Charity 'T is for some special act of Glory As to relieve from Purgatory Some Soul tormented or to free By Pennance some young sinful she Who taking hold of apt occasion Through Love made forfeit of Salvation And not through any ill Intent T' affront or curb the Government If Statutes-Laws against us be They 're so too 'gainst Presbitery And who ought most t' obey the Senate Those out o' th' Land or those live in it King Iames pronounc'd no Fine or Death Sharper than Queen Elizabeth 'T was for the Monarchy we Fell Not sneaking for a Commonweal We never set a King on 's Throne And straight conspir'd to pull him down Because against our wise Consent He do's dissolve a Parliament And for the sake of a Round Tax Will not be made a Nose of Wax Or that his Church Decree repels All the Republique Principles And takes no Regal Dignities To be remov'd just when you please None of these Crimes our Tribe dare do Tho acted frequently by you Who ever were and still will be The Moles to root out Monarchy That Scepters may be swayd by Laymen Blind Coblers and hard fisted Draymen 'T is not true Zeal by which you dare