The Canterbury Tales of Chaucer modernis'd by several hands. Publsh'd by Mr. Oggle |
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THE SUMNER, or APPARITOR. |
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THE SUMNER, or APPARITOR.
This Sumner was not overstock'd with Grace,He had a Bloated, Broad, Cherubic Face,
Of fiery Hue, with hollow Eyes and narrow,
Red as a Cock, and leach'rous as a Sparrow:
Black were his Eye-Brows, bristled was his Beard,
And much the Children his stern Visage fear'd.
His Nose with Carbuncles was overspread.
His Cheeks with white Welks on a Ground of red.
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Had Pow'r sufficient to effect their Cure.
Not new Quick-silver, with Ceruse too,
Brimstone, nor Oyl of Tartar, aught cou'd do.
Strong bloody Wine he lov'd, and well dress'd Fish,
And stunk of Garlick like a Spanish Dish.
When he was drunk, he'd talk a Man to Death,
And belch out Latin with unsav'ry Breath.
Two or three common Fragments he cou'd say;
No Wonder, for he heard it all the Day.
But if you press'd him farther, you might see
A sudden End of his Philosophy.
A leud young Fellow, for a Quart of Wine,
Might for a Twelvemonth have his Concubine.
He taught his loose Companions in their Sport,
T'evade the Censure of th' Archdeacon's Court.
But if a rich libid'nous Prize he found,
Him he inclos'd within his bawdy Pound.
This, as no vulgar Secret, he wou'd tell,
A large full Purse is the Archdeacon's Hell.
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'Tis just their Sins be punish'd there, say I.
To him all Wenches in the Bishop's See
Paid publick Tribute, or a private Fee.
Boldly he rode, a Garland on his Head,
Of all unmarry'd Men and Maids the Dread.
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