No More Learning

And never durst their tricks above-board show.

When our first parents Paradise did grace,
The serpent was the prelate of the place ;
Fond Eve did, for this subtle tempter's sake.
From the forbidden tree the pippin take ;
His God and Lord this preacher did betray,
To have the weaker vessel made his prey.
Since death and sin did human nature blot.
The chiefest blessings Adam's chaplain got.

Thrice wretched they, who nature's laws detest.
To trace the ways fantastic of a priest.
Till native reason 's basely forced to yield.
And hosts of upstart errors gain the field.

My muse presumed a little to digress,
And touch their lioly function with my verse.



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304 THE POEMS

Now to the stage again she tends direct.
And does on giant Lauderdale reflect.
This haughty oaooster, with his ugly claws.
First tempered poison to destroy our laws ;
Declares the council's edicts are beyond
The most authentic statutes of the land ;
Sets up in Scotland a la mode de France ;
Taxes, excise, and armies does advance.
This Saracen his country's freedom broke.
To bring upon their necks the heavier yoke ;
This b the savage pimp, without dispute,
First brought his mother for a prostitute ;
Of all the miscreants e*er went to hell.
This villain rampant bears away the bell.

Now must my muse deplore the nation's fate,
Like a true lover for her dying mate.
The royal evil so malignant grows.
Nothing the dire contagion can oppose.
In our weal-public scarce one thing succeeds,
For one man's weakness a whole nation bleeds
Ill-luck starts up, and thrives like evil weeds.
Let Cromwell's ghost smile with contempt, to see
Old England struggling under slavery.






His meagre highness, now he 's got astride,
Does on Britannia, as on Churchill, ride.

White-livered D calls for his swifl jackal

To hunt down 's prey, and hopes to master all.



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OP MARVELL. 305

Clifford and Hyde before had lost the day ;
One hanged himself, and t'other ran away.
'Twas want of wit and courage made them fail,
But C ^n, and the duke, must needs

prevail.
The duke now vaunts with Popish myrmidons ;
Our fleets, our port^, our cities and our towns,
Are manned by him, or by his Holiness ;
Bold Irish ruffians to his court address.
Tliis is the colony to plant his knaves,
From hence he picks and culls his murdering

braves.
Here for an ensign, or lieutenant's place,
They '11 kill a judge or justice of the peace.
At his command Mac will do any thing :
He '11 bum a city, or destroy a king.