Canidia, or the Witches A Rhapsody. In Five Parts |
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CANTO II.
An Ignorant, a Gentile Rook,
A dull Plodder on the Book;
A Wheel-Barrow, or Plow-Driver,
A Statesman, or a Plot-Contriver:
Clad in Steel, or Soft Gown,
A Gentleman, or a Clown:
Higgltee, Piggltee, Altamall,
Madmen, Fools or Knaves all.
A dull Plodder on the Book;
A Wheel-Barrow, or Plow-Driver,
A Statesman, or a Plot-Contriver:
Clad in Steel, or Soft Gown,
A Gentleman, or a Clown:
Higgltee, Piggltee, Altamall,
Madmen, Fools or Knaves all.
Could ever Devils be such Brisco's
As Witches are, to run such Risco's?
We'l vye with Woden, or Old Tuisco,
For nappy Ale, or Beverisco.
Gauls and Teutons, Fops and Sots,
Broken Heads or broken Pots.
Cassandra takes on sadly, roars and raves,
Calls us a Company of Knaves,
Children and Fools, and Madmen too;
Commonly they speak most true.
As Witches are, to run such Risco's?
We'l vye with Woden, or Old Tuisco,
For nappy Ale, or Beverisco.
Gauls and Teutons, Fops and Sots,
Broken Heads or broken Pots.
Cassandra takes on sadly, roars and raves,
Calls us a Company of Knaves,
Children and Fools, and Madmen too;
Commonly they speak most true.
O, what a Chaos, what a Hell
For Twenty years, no Tongue can tell?
Jealousies and Fears, those dismal Notes,
Brought us all to Cutting a Throats.
Kings-Lands, Church-Lands, all went down,
Wide Throats swallow'd Mitre and Crown.
The men in Steel got all the Gold,
And all the Power, if it would hold.
For Twenty years, no Tongue can tell?
Jealousies and Fears, those dismal Notes,
Brought us all to Cutting a Throats.
Kings-Lands, Church-Lands, all went down,
Wide Throats swallow'd Mitre and Crown.
The men in Steel got all the Gold,
And all the Power, if it would hold.
We undermin'd Churches and States,
As most pleasing to such Fates.
And to support those Arched-Cellars,
We were the Massy Cater-Pillars.
'Twas a rare time for our Profession,
But to kill and take possession:
Up and ride, hang and damn at every Jirk,
We lov'd ever to make quick work:
All headlong to Destruction run,
We hop'd those Days would ne're a done:
But the Blood stopt in an unlucky hour,
'Tis a sign, 'twas not all in our Power.
As most pleasing to such Fates.
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We were the Massy Cater-Pillars.
'Twas a rare time for our Profession,
But to kill and take possession:
Up and ride, hang and damn at every Jirk,
We lov'd ever to make quick work:
All headlong to Destruction run,
We hop'd those Days would ne're a done:
But the Blood stopt in an unlucky hour,
'Tis a sign, 'twas not all in our Power.
All this our Practise did afford,
Plagues and Famines, Fire and Sword.
All the basest and vilest Things,
We had contest with Priests and Kings:
And to make the Sport the neater,
The Lesser still devour'd the Greater.
I believe neither Devil nor Witch
E're strain'd their Wits to a higher pitch.
Plagues and Famines, Fire and Sword.
All the basest and vilest Things,
We had contest with Priests and Kings:
And to make the Sport the neater,
The Lesser still devour'd the Greater.
I believe neither Devil nor Witch
E're strain'd their Wits to a higher pitch.
Drums and Trumpets roaring and thundring,
Sequestring, Decimating, Plundring:
We were not idle all that Day,
When Rebels fought, we ran away:
Judge Advocates, an Invention new,
Hung up many a good Man and true.
I think we did bestir our Stumps,
'Till we rak't our very Rumps.
Sequestring, Decimating, Plundring:
We were not idle all that Day,
When Rebels fought, we ran away:
Judge Advocates, an Invention new,
Hung up many a good Man and true.
I think we did bestir our Stumps,
'Till we rak't our very Rumps.
Incest, Adultery, Fornication,
All that could debauch a Nation.
Thieves, Lyars, Murd'rers, Juglers, Fencers,
Disputing Dunces, Mooting Benchers;
Counterfeits, Falsificators,
The Bane of Bondsmen and Testators:
Jurors, Perjurors, Posting-Knights,
A Thousand such Dissembling Wights.
All that could debauch a Nation.
Thieves, Lyars, Murd'rers, Juglers, Fencers,
Disputing Dunces, Mooting Benchers;
Counterfeits, Falsificators,
The Bane of Bondsmen and Testators:
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A Thousand such Dissembling Wights.
All other Villains are our Slaves;
But ah, our pleasure's most in Knaves:
Alsatia Knaves and Newgate Dogs,
Universities of Toads and Frogs.
Other Academicks are no better,
That study Black-Art by the Letter:
For all their Hebrew, Latin, Greek,
A Thousand things they are to seek.
But ah, our pleasure's most in Knaves:
Alsatia Knaves and Newgate Dogs,
Universities of Toads and Frogs.
Other Academicks are no better,
That study Black-Art by the Letter:
For all their Hebrew, Latin, Greek,
A Thousand things they are to seek.
Delegates, Commissaries, Proctors,
Masters, and Salamanca Doctors.
Faculties, Synods; Convocations,
Alas, they do but cheat the Nations,
Their Socrate's and Aristotles,
Are good for nothing, but stop Bottles.
Grave Beards, Caps, Tippets, Hoods and Gowns,
To be admir'd by Country-Clowns.
Masters, and Salamanca Doctors.
Faculties, Synods; Convocations,
Alas, they do but cheat the Nations,
Their Socrate's and Aristotles,
Are good for nothing, but stop Bottles.
Grave Beards, Caps, Tippets, Hoods and Gowns,
To be admir'd by Country-Clowns.
We turn and wind Seneca or Cato,
Varro, Theophrastus, Plato.
We'l give Diogenes a Rub,
And tumble him out of his Tub.
Aristippus pleases us best,
'Cause he makes Fools of all the rest:
He often Dines with us, and Sups;
A good Fellow, takes off his Cups.
Varro, Theophrastus, Plato.
We'l give Diogenes a Rub,
And tumble him out of his Tub.
Aristippus pleases us best,
'Cause he makes Fools of all the rest:
He often Dines with us, and Sups;
A good Fellow, takes off his Cups.
Fetch me from the Hill Aventinus,
Stifler, Jacob Behem, and Varinus.
Facil Wits will part with their Lands,
At cross Purposes and Commands.
Kings Professor Igno-Ramus
Came into the Schools by a Mandamus:
Like a Madman he took his Hits,
To cut every thing into two Bits.
Stifler, Jacob Behem, and Varinus.
Facil Wits will part with their Lands,
At cross Purposes and Commands.
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Came into the Schools by a Mandamus:
Like a Madman he took his Hits,
To cut every thing into two Bits.
From Monsieur Cartez and Gassendus,
And such like Pluto defend us.
Ptolomy was a Figure-Flinger,
Blind Homer a Ballad-Singer.
Plautus a meer Jingler,
Terence a pure Pingler.
And such like Pluto defend us.
Ptolomy was a Figure-Flinger,
Blind Homer a Ballad-Singer.
Plautus a meer Jingler,
Terence a pure Pingler.
Others are sullen, dogged Sots,
The Deipnosophist best loves his Pots.
Jove and Bacchus are good Fellows,
Vulcan's troubled with the Yallows.
Mars and Venus, Rogue and Whore,
'Tis Priapus we most adore.
Lucian jeers 'um all for Topers,
Petty-Foggers and Interlopers.
The Deipnosophist best loves his Pots.
Jove and Bacchus are good Fellows,
Vulcan's troubled with the Yallows.
Mars and Venus, Rogue and Whore,
'Tis Priapus we most adore.
Lucian jeers 'um all for Topers,
Petty-Foggers and Interlopers.
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