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Menippeus rusticus a satyrical epistle / from C.S. in the country to his friend in the city.
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1698
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Menippeus Rusticus A Satyrical Epistle From C. S. in the Country to his Friend in the City Difficile est Satyram non scribere LONDON Printed in the Year 1698. Menippeus Rusticus A Satyrical Epistle From C. S. in the Country to his Friend in the City THanks which is all poor Debtors can bestow A grateful Heart my Friend returns to you To you whose kindness tho too much mista'ne Invites me kindly up to Town again But even Nature here forbids consent For Nature would condemn the Experiment The Gluttons Stomach will past Surfeits shun Nor can strong Hunger force the Potion down No more can I cloy'd with its filth and noyse For the Lewd Town forsake my Country Joy's Here a few Books supply my daily use Since like my Friend's and Conversation chose Tho often Read they still will Reading bear Not like our modern Lines or those I send you here For Writing's now a chronical Disease And some ought less to fear the Plague then Press For tho no Emperick with inverted Eyes To the poor Authors swift destruction flyes Want the old Poets Vulture far exceeds And he 's by piecemeal starv'd if no man Reads Here none dare Friendships sacred Virtue doubt Tho like Joynt-Stocks with you 't is jobb'd about Nor are our pleasures interspers'd with Vice Unless in Nooks where your own Darnells rise Here murdring Lords who rob the poor Pultron Of merit and of mercenary crown Seek no concealment for they know 't is in vain Our Roofs are like our Hearts secure and plain Nor has the Mobbs wise Vote entrusted me To Pennyworth out my Country's Liberty Nor am I honoured with the ill good word Of some in Favour but designing Lord Whose generous Commendam holds it Just I see him cheat my King and slight his Trust Nay tho my Country or Religion reel I dare not hint the inward pangs I feel But like a long vex'd Slave to get me ease Break like a Brute through the most sacred tyes Nor am I loaden with the gives Law Magnets which far beyond the 〈◊〉 draw I wrong not any and were all like me None at a Law-Suits price the Town would see Then paltry Nokes in shabby daggl'd Gown Like Oars as once might Ply for poor Half Crown While now he struts and with a Spanish fleer Takes your Six Pounds and whispers in your Eare If ease and Claret will so far permit He 'll read your Brief and sleep upon 't at night True Locusts on the Greens alone will prey But with our quiet These take all away Purchase our Lands then get to make our Laws Oh! how our Lambs thrive in the Lyons paw's Posterity it self may curse their Care While Tinker like our Kettles they Repair Then why should I who sacred Virtue love Forsake my Cottage and to Town remove Want you new Shrieves faith Sir I shan ' not Fine Nor was the noble R yet fixt on mine Your Sheriff Pollars do it with respect And to be theirs we must be Heav'ns Elect Lie tho not Swear and Cheat howe're precise The Christian now 's known by his Tongue and Eyes And show you not the Tallies of the Cause Y' are no ways qualify'd to break the Laws But THOSE apparent the cant runs we intreat ye Assume the CHAIR and banter God Almighty Swear to be true to the Establish'd Church And tho 't be Cedar Swear 't is Birch t is Birch For Wiseman never yet took Oath but when To his own mind he might that Oath explain If otherwise sure no man that has Ears But would consider somwhat ere he Swears And Sacrifice his Interest to his fears But would it not provoke all humane spleen To view the Heads of these Electing Men Where Pat bustles with his empty pate And of peculiar sweat compounds the Magistrate Leaves Craving Lady and the gilt Close-stool To make his own Effigies A Fool. Or Blinking Br ly with his Crafty fleer Leaves Wife more brittle then his own crackt ware To prop up Cause and place a Knave i' th Chair Such Men to their own Calves will surely bow Who not a GOD above their INTEREST know Mechanick Souls obey Mechanick Sense Jack Straw would have a Thrasher for his Prince What else gave thick-scull'd W lls the golden Chain And of a Taylor made a Gentleman His Wives broad Haunches never could pretend The awkard Thing their Mistress to commend Else some Court Planet might have bore the shame Which now our wise Electors safely claim How else could sneaking AMSTERDAMVS slip The Pillory as once before the Wip When naughty Boy from a good Master ran And stole his Cash to found the Gentleman Yet now they scratch the quondam beggars Itch Lord Rustick Neck and worship Brawny Breech Oh L n far thy antient Glory 's gone Turn'd prostitute and sold to every Clown 'T is not the merit of the Patriots Care But 't is five hundred Pounds that fill the Chair Verrtue or Vice admits not a Dispute So frail il Man his Lust so absolute Witness that choice which thou may'st well repent A choice by Heaven for thy correction meant When Israel by like headstrong Passion led A choice less scandalous in CORAH made The wise Election on swift ruin drew And is not Heaven the Seat of Justice now Perjur'd and false and on a great Record Well do his mighty Pillars call him Lord Without a blush well do his slaves Revere The Dagon they advanced to grace the Chair So Nebats Calves the humble Type of this Kept Gadly Israelites from Schism and Vice For solemn Worship had the Saints mislead Heaven might have got the Converts Hell had made His Wares the cautious Tradesman to expose Into back Shops the Cully'd Chapman draws Their suited Lights his prying Eyes deceive And keep the Tradesman and his Trade alive But he more dubious of 's conspicuous height To show his Colours opens all the Light Bribes not but rather braves the breath of Fame To tell the list'ning World his growing shame So Aetna stretching wide her fiery Jawes Frights nature for she such a prospect shows Scarce his own favorites threats his hands restrain From violating all he should maintain He swallows Oaths like Pills as Juglers would Not for their Health but to amuse the Crowd Presto 't is gone and yet Dissect his Heart There 's not its track in the minutest Part Then who can urge its obligation were Not the first shadows of the Thing appear Yet see the pious Pageant stalks about Like Jew to find his lost Messiah out But first like Jew he well resolves to sind Nothing to fix the Weather-Cock his Mind Divine CAMELEON thou thy Colour takes t From every Priest and every step thou mak'st True in the Morning to thy solemn Oath To Pride at Noon but false at Night to both Next Morn if kindly sleep has purg'd thy Brain To nothing true But the old round again The cullied Tribe that raised THEE hardly know Whether th' art TVRK MAHOMETAN or JEW Rejoicce Religious Patriots Rejoice For now the Peoples is the Almighty Voice The Proverbs sacred or the Authors lie He wants the sketches of Divinity But Patriot he is a stanch one too Hear how his Heroes swear him Litchfield Blew You Laugh and think they have mista'n the place When 't was but Zeal that led them in the race For name a Bishop and they faster run With sceptick Zeal to pull the Dagon down Then when at Michaelmas a Poll comes on And should I leave my friend what I possess In Country shades to taste such trash as this Is chatting Treason oâ—er a Dish of Tea Like living in the Country lov'd and free What tho Republick Notions be the Theam Which City Boobies with authentick Hem Applaud and hug me dearly to maintain Straight the grave Cod's-Head takes me home to Dine Kills me with Chatt and Poysons me with Wine Which to complete for I was born to die He drinks fresh Healths to New-Born Liberty O then what Visions swell his Rolling Eyes While his Dilirium in a Frantick Dress Paints him SVCCESSION just expir'd or slain And kindly turns the better ' way his Brain May Country Converse howe're crude or dull Be still my plague e're thus I play the Fool. But since that fate is in my power to flie I 'le further wish my generous Friend and me May no Divisions rend the weighty Peace Which WILLIAM'S Arms through danger and distress Procur'd those foes who yet regret his ease May his great Smiles fall kindly on the Just And only honest Hearts 〈◊〉 be plac'd in Trust May you with me despise the Vâ—tious Town This is a wish which I will always own FINIS Vox Populi Vox Dei 〈◊〉