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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Selected Poems + (1685-1700) + +Author: John Tutchin + +Editor: Spiro Peterson + +Release Date: December 25, 2011 [EBook #38407] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SELECTED POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Dave Morgan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY + + +JOHN TUTCHIN + +_SELECTED POEMS_ + +(1685-1700) + + +_INTRODUCTION_ + +BY + +SPIRO PETERSON + + +PUBLICATION NUMBER 110 + +WILLIAM ANDREWS CLARK MEMORIAL LIBRARY + +UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, LOS ANGELES + +1964 + + + + +GENERAL EDITORS + + Earl R. Miner, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + Maximillian E. Novak, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + Lawrence Clark Powell, _Wm. Andrews Clark Memorial Library_ + + +ADVISORY EDITORS + + John Butt, _University of Edinburgh_ + James L. Clifford, _Columbia University_ + Ralph Cohen, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + Vinton A. Dearing, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + Arthur Friedman, _University of Chicago_ + Louis A. Landa, _Princeton University_ + Samuel H. Monk, _University of Minnesota_ + Everett T. Moore, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + James Sutherland, _University College, London_ + H. T. Swedenberg, Jr., _University of California, Los Angeles_ + + +CORRESPONDING SECRETARY + + Edna C. Davis, _Clark Memorial Library_ + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + +When John Tutchin died on September 23, 1707, he had already created +the image of himself which Alexander Pope has transmitted to posterity. +There, in Book II of _The Dunciad_ (1728), the Whig journalist appears +as one of two figures in a "shaggy Tap'stry": + + Earless on high, stood un-abash'd Defoe, + And Tutchin flagrant from the scourge, below. + +Pope, in his variorum notes on the passage, identified Tutchin as +the "author of some vile verses, and of a weekly paper call'd the +_Observator_," and revived the fiction of his sentence "to be whipp'd +thro' several towns in the west of _England_, upon which he petition'd +King _James_ II. to be hanged." The "invective" against James II's +memory, which Pope mentions, has now been identified in the Twickenham +Edition as _The British Muse: or Tyranny Expos'd_ (1701).[1] By 1728, +this was all the reputation that remained for Mr. John Tutchin, +Gentleman--irascible journalist, pamphleteer, and writer of verses. + +The truth of the matter is that Pope was no more accurate about +Tutchin's being whipped than about Defoe's losing his ears. From the +sparse reliable information concerning Tutchin's early years, one +consistent pattern emerges: he tended to depict himself as a hero and a +martyr. Born in 1661 "a Freeman" of London, he was brought up in a +family of scholarly nonconformist ministers probably on the Isle of +Wight[2]. Even though an enemy claimed that he had been expelled from a +school at Stepney for stealing (_DNB_), he received some education and +travelled on the continent. In defending his skill with languages +against Defoe, he once told how at his school, boys translated and +capped verses, and how he travelled "from _Leivarden_ in _Friezland_, +thro' _Holland_ and the _Spanish Flanders_."[3] Throughout his life, he +proudly designated himself a gentleman: during his trial for libel in +late June of 1704, he even escaped punishment by setting forth that he +was a gentleman, and not a laborer as the indictment read. + +In later life, he romanticized himself when young as the hero who fought +in the Duke of Monmouth's rebellion, received the brutal "whipping +sentence" from Lord Chief-Justice Jeffreys during "the bloody assezes" +of 1685, petitioned James II for "the Favour of being hang'd" to avoid +the sentence, and finally freed himself by paying so burdensome a bribe +that he was reduced to poverty. All these claims were first made in "The +Case, Trial, and Sentence of Mr. John Tutchin, and Several Others, in +Dorchester, in the County of Dorset," which Tutchin added to the fifth +edition of _The Western Martyrology; or, the Bloody Assizes_, published +in 1705. As J. G. Muddiman demonstrated in 1929, most of these claims +are outright fabrications. Tutchin was never indicted for high treason, +he could never have been challenged by Jeffreys to cap verses, and he +invented the petition to be hanged.[4] In _The Observator_ (July 25-29, +1702), he honestly admitted that he was never tried in Devonshire, but +claimed he did buy his liberty of James II; and in a later issue (Aug. +4-7, 1703) he challenged an enemy: "if he Pleases to give the World an +Account, _When_, _Where_, and for _What_ I was Whip'd thro' a +Market-Town, he will inform Mankind of more than I or any Body else +knows...." John Dunton believed in the whipping sentence; and Defoe, the +story of the petition to be hanged. Throughout Tutchin's stormy career, +his enemies made political capital of the flogging that never took +place. He was probably twenty-four years old when, using the alias +"Thomas Pitts," he was tried at Dorchester for "Spreading false news and +fined five marks and sentenced to be whipped"--but he came down with +smallpox and so was not whipped.[5] Lord Macaulay, who is incorrect on +the facts taken from _The Western Martyrology_, certainly exaggerated in +stating that Tutchin's temper was "exasperated to madness by what he had +undergone."[6] That the Monmouth adventure and its aftermath mark a +turning point in the young man's life, however, cannot doubted. + +Tutchin may have fought with William III's army in Ireland as an +officer.[7] After the Glorious Revolution and the establishment of +William and Mary on the throne, Tutchin devoted himself to a succession +of liberal causes. On the one hand, he persisted in identifying himself +with the former commonwealth, the Monmouth cause, the Revolution, the +reform movement especially in the theater, and Whig liberty. He became +noted for tactless exposés of high-level misconduct in his pamphlets and +in _The Observator_ (Apr. 1, 1702-Sept. 23, 1707). His detractors +frequently paired him with Defoe as a monster or a villain. Again and +again, he made himself obnoxious to important personages such as the +Earl of Albemarle or the Duke of Marlborough.[8] On the other hand, his +hatred for tyranny propelled him frequently into such extremes as his +disgraceful complicity in William Fuller's impostures. In the years +1700-1704, he was generally reputed to be "Secretary to the abominal +Society of King-Killers"--the secret Calves-Head Club made up of +dissenters who met on January 30th, the anniversary of the death of +Charles I, to sing prophane anthems.[9] + +Dunton generously summed up the widely varied causes of "the loyal and +ingenious _Tutchin_ (alias _Master Observator_); the bold Asserter of +English Liberties; the scourge of the High-flyers; the Seaman's +Advocate; the Detector of the Victualling-office; the scorn and terror +of Fools and Knaves; the Nation's _Argus_, and the Queen's faithful +Subject."[10] Even his death in Queen's Bench Prison, on September 23, +1707, was romanticized into another instance of martyrdom. "... _he +liv'd and dy'd_," announced the Country-man of _The Observator_, "_for +the Service of his Country_." Tutchin's followers dramatized his death +as the result of a politically-inspired thrashing which "six ruffians" +administered to him, in revenge for slanderous remarks made in _The +Observator_ against Vice-Admiral Sir Thomas Dilkes.[11] The "_Pulchrum +Est Pro Patria Mori_" portrait, reprinted here as the frontispiece, was +circulated to attest to Tutchin's political martyrdom. However, as the +autopsy-report demonstrates and as Muddiman rightly concludes, "Tutchin +really died from a specific disease and not from the thrashing undergone +seven months before his death."[12] + +The young man of twenty four who went off to join Monmouth's forces had +already published, in 1685, _Poems on Several Occasions. With a +Pastoral. To Which is Added, A Discourse of Life_. In the preface, +writing like a fashionable man-about-town, Tutchin describes the lyrics, +translations, and satires of this volume as "trifles" which he had let +circulate and had now secured "by promising to Print them." The book +shows the variety in poetic kinds that one would expect in a young +writer who had been drinking deeply of Lord Rochester, Waller, Cowley, +the Earl of Roscommon, Oldham, and Dryden. Juvenalian satires +reminiscent of Oldham are neatly balanced by memorial verses to Oldham +and Rochester, late metaphysical lyrics ("And why in red dost thou +appear"), classical dialogues ("Cleopatra to Anthony"), translations of +Horace, and the well-turned "autobiographical" couplets of "A Letter to +A Friend." In its variety and themes, _Poems on Several Occasions_ +resembles Oldham's _Works_, which was published twice in 1684. Tutchin's +"The Tory Catch," like Oldham's "A Dithyrambick. A Drunkard's Speech in +a Mask," has a speaker who ironically brags of the social misconduct +which the author satirizes. "A Letter to a Friend" is a skillfully +exaggerated account of the attractions and dangers in rhyming. Although +perhaps autobiographical in part, the poem also imitates the +long-standing tradition derived from Horace's first Epistle of Book I, +and revived most recently in Oldham's "A Letter from the Country to a +Friend in Town."[13] Both "The Tory Catch" and "A Letter to a Friend" +are reprinted here from _Poems on Several Occasions_. + +Tutchin's first book shows two impulses: the awkwardly lyrical and the +directly satiric. He feels compelled, in the Preface, to defend his +choice of less serious subjects. His light poems do not, "in the least, +detract from _Virtue_; since I have Read the _Poems_ of _Beza_, +_Heinsius_, our own _Donne_, _&c._" He promises to turn to "some Graver +Subject." There are other equally significant comments in a Preface that +reveals a great deal about changing literary taste. In "To the Memory of +Mr. John Oldham," Tutchin curiously avoids the main subject of Dryden's +finer elegy, namely, Oldham's achievement in rough satire. His praise is +that "_Crashaw_ and _Cowley_ both did live in thee." However, in his +"Satyr Against Vice" and "Satyr Against Whoring," Tutchin has already +learned the art of declaiming, from the poet who has been called "the +English Juvenal," John Oldham. + +In the years between 1685 and 1707, Tutchin's separate poems were mainly +occasional and satirical. Panegyric for William III dominates such an +early piece as _An Heroic Poem upon the Late Expedition of His Majesty_ +(1689), and hatred for the Stuarts possesses a later poem like _The +British Muse: or Tyranny Expos'd_ (1701). In _Civitas Militaris_ (1690) +Tutchin engages in city politics. The elegy on the death of Queen Mary +irritated Defoe enough to have "_T----n_" placed among the "Pindarick +Legions" in _The Pacificator_ (1700). Two poems, however,--_The +Earth-quake of Jamaica_ (1692) and _Whitehall in Flames_ (1698)--differ +from the others in that they are Cowleyan "Pindaricks" moralizing on +disasters. _The Earth-quake of Jamaica_ is reprinted here to illustrate +Tutchin's descriptive talent. He starts with an actual event, the +Jamaican disaster of June 7, 1692; and then, as the epigraph on the +title page suggests, he presents a variation on Horace's rejection of +"senseless Epicureanism," in Ode 34 of Book I. _The Earth-quake of +Jamaica_ may have been worked over longer than was customary. It was +published shortly before December 10, the manuscript date on Narcissus +Luttrell's copy now in the Houghton Library. Some six months earlier, in +the late morning of June 7, the earthquake had erupted in Port Royal, +the "boom" port on the south side of the island. In three schocks +lasting less than three minutes, the famed capital of the buccaneers had +fallen. News of the disaster did not reach London until August 9. The +earthquake then became one of the most widely discussed events. The +_London Gazette_ ran stories on it, scientists like Sir Hans Sloane +published eye-witness accounts in the _Philosophical Transactions_ of +the Royal Society, the moralists declared God's wrath had come upon the +wickedest place in Christendom, and "the actors of the drolls" in +Southwark Fair even mockingly re-enacted the event until the Lord Mayor +put a stop to the performances.[14] + +If contemporary accounts of the Port Royal earthquake are compared with +_The Earth-quake of Jamaica_, the reader becomes impressed by Tutchin's +way of adapting the well-known details to a moral comment on life. His +scenes are indeed graphic, but they do not have the immediacy of such +eye-witness accounts as the following, preserved by Luttrell: + + I cannot sufficiently represent the terrible circumstances that + attended it; the earth swelled with a dismal humming noise, the + houses fell, the earth opened in many places, the graves gave up + some of their dead, the tomb stones ratled together; at last the + earth sunk below the water, and the sea overwhelmed great numbers + of people, whose shreiks and groanes made a lamentable eccho: the + earth opened both behind and before me within 2 foot of my feet, + and that place on which I stood trembled exceedingly; the water + immediately boyled up upon the opening of the earth, but it pleased + God to preserve me....[15] + +Tutchin's aim is to compare vulnerable nature with vulnerable man: "Can +humane Race / Stand on their / Legs when Nature Reels?" He sees in the +disaster a challenge for English sinners to repent: the "Hurricane of +Fate" wails on "murder'd _Cornish_." He had not yet forgotten the +Monmouth adventure. For he alludes here to the act of Parliament passed +in 1689 reversing the attainder of Henry Cornish, the alderman who had +been brutally executed in 1685 for high treason through participating in +the Rye House Plot and attaching himself to the Duke of Monmouth. For +Tutchin, politics were always relevant. + +Tutchin's true forte is not the descriptive poem, but satire. Poems +published in the years 1696 to 1705--from _A Pindarick Ode_ to _The +Tackers_--exploit the satirical impulse that had been latent in _Poems +on Several Occasions_. Increasingly he turns to general denunciation and +thinly disguised lampoon. Of the two main Augustan traditions in +satire--the "fine raillery" that Dryden perfected and the rough satire +that reached back to Donne, Cleveland, and Oldham--Tutchin belongs to +the latter. Defoe found him to be "so woundy touchy, and so willing to +quarrel," and noted that "Want of Temper was his capital Error."[16] The +specific circumstance that produced _A Pindarick Ode, in the Praise of +Folly and Knavery_ (1696), reprinted here, is generally said to be his +dismissal from the victualling office because he failed to establish his +case that the commissioners mismanaged public funds. Such corruption in +the administration would soon transform a deep admiration for William +III into the disenchantment of _The Foreigners_ (1700). That Tutchin was +uneasy in his effort to write satire in the mode of Dryden is suggested +by his abandonment of irony after the first part of _A Pindarick Ode_. +In his introductory verses, Benjamin Bridgwater accurately observes that +Erasmus' _Ironia_ no longer suffices: + + This hard'ned Age do's rougher Means require, + We must be _Cupp'd_ and _Cauteriz'd_ with _Fire_. + +Echoing Dryden's _Mac Flecknoe_, Tutchin invites Dullness and "Immortal +_Nonsence_" to inspire his ironic praise of the folly and knavery that +now ride roughshod over such traditional values as learning, love, wit, +and patriotism. A few of the lines have the moving quality of Augustan +satire at its best: + + Did e'er the old or new Philosophy, + Make a Man splendid live, or wealthy die? + +The irony of _A Pindarick Ode_ does not adequately mask the +denunciation. In Stanza X, it is even replaced by the antiquated Hero's +diatribe against "our modern Knavish Arts"--never to return to the rest +of the poem. Doubtless, the indictment of the "nefarious Brood at Home" +that grows rich in wartime was the heart of the satire. Defoe hinted at +this motive in the satirical vignette of Tutchin as Shamwhig, which +appeared in the first edition of _The True-Born Englishman_ (1700): + + As Proud as Poor, his Masters he'll defy; + And writes a _Piteous *Satyr_ upon Honesty. + Some think the Poem had been pretty good, + _If he the Subject had but understood_. + He got Five hundred Pence by this, and more, + _As sure as he had ne're a Groat before_.[17] + +Tutchin's satire would be henceforth the rough variety. In _The +Foreigners_ he would also resort to fierce lampoons of William III's +court favorites. + +In the rash of satires that followed _The Foreigners_ and _The True-Born +Englishman_, the anonymous author of _The Fable of the Cuckoo_ (1701) +pointed to the common tradition shared by both poems. For he attacked +Defoe's "hatchet muse" as having been inspired by such "Modern Sharpers +of the Town" as Tutchin and "Old[ha]m the Bell-weather of Tory Faction," +who first horned Defoe's satire, "And ever since perverted all good +Nature." Advertised in _The Flying Post_ for July 31-Aug. 1, 1700, _The +Foreigners_ was published shortly thereafter by the ardent Whig Anne +Baldwin. The "vile abhor'd Pamphlet, in very ill Verse, written by one +_Mr. Tutchin_, and call'd _The Foreigners_"--Defoe recalled years later +in _An Appeal to Honour and Justice_ (1715)--filled him "with a kind of +Rage." Tutchin's irascible temper had again taken hold. Scurrilously, he +assailed foreigners in high office, especially William III's Dutch +favorites, for their monopolizing preferments and usurping command, +under such transparent aliases as "Bentir" for William Bentinck, first +Earl of Portland, and "Keppech" for Arnold Joost van Keppel, first Earl +of Albemarle. The manner was Dryden's in _Absalom and Achitophel_; the +venom was Tutchin's own. Official reaction to _The Foreigners_ came +quickly. The untrustworthy William Fuller spread the gossip that Tutchin +fled from his Majesty's messengers, and found refuge "in a blind +Ale-house, at the Windmill, by Mr. Bowyers, at Camberwel." On August +10th, he was taken "into custody of a messenger"; and at the grand +inquest for the city of London, held on August 28th, there was presented +"a Poem called _The Foreigners_."[18] A mystery envelops the rest of the +legal proceedings. There may even be some truth in the allegation that +the parry would long since have "ruffled" Tutchin, except that he +pleased them with his "railing at King _William's_ Friends +sometimes."[19] _The Foreigners_ also aroused such ephemeral rejoinders +as _The Reverse: or, the Tables Turn'd_ and _The Nations: An Answer to +the Foreigners_. both published in 1700. Finally, in January of 1701, +there was published a satire of more lasting worth, Defoe's _The +True-Born Englishman_. Side by side, in _Poems on Affairs of State_ +(1703), were reprinted _The Foreigners_ and _The True-Born Englishman_ +among verses "_Written by the Greatest Wits of this Age_."[20] +Altogether, the two satirists had three poems apiece in the volume. One +of Tutchin's poems, "The Tribe of Levi" (1691), was anonymously +reprinted; the other two, _The Foreigners_ and _The British Muse_, were +identified as "by Mr. _T----n_." These were the achievements of +Tutchin's "hatchet muse." + +The poems are reprinted from copies in libraries of the U.S. and Great +Britain. I am obligated to The Houghton Library for _Poems on Several +Occasions_ and _The Earth-quake of Jamaica_, to Yale University Library +for _The Foreigners_, and to the British Museum for _A Pindarick Ode, +in the Praise of Folly and Knavery_. For permission to reproduce +the "_Pulchrum Est Pro Patria Mori_" portrait of John Tutchin as the +frontispiece, I wish to express my thanks to the Trustees of the British +Museum. + + Spiro Peterson + Miami University + Oxford, Ohio + + +NOTES TO THE INTRODUCTION + +[1] _The Dunciad_, ed. James Sutherland (The Twickenham Edition, Methuen +& Co., Ltd., 1943), pp. 115-18. + +[2] Tutchin's birth-year is variously given. The Van der Gucht engraving +and the authentic _Elegy_ of Tutchin's death state that he died "Aged +44"; but the mock _Elegy_, falsely claiming to be "Written by the Author +of the Review," gives his age to be 47. In _The Observator_ (Oct. 20-23, +1703), Tutchin implied that he was "Born some years after the +Restoration of King _Charles_ the 2d." His certificate of marriage to +Elizabeth Hicks on Sept. 30, 1686 places his age then at twenty-five, +and supports the birth-year 1661, as given in the _DNB_. See also _The +Observator_, May 17-20, 1704; July 8-12, 1704; and July 24-28, 1703. One +of Tutchin's enemies charged that he was born in the north of England +(_An Account of the Birth, Education, Life and Conversation of ... the +Observator_, 1705); and another, that his father was "a Scot, canting +Presbyterian Sot" (_The Picture of the Observator_, 1704). + +[3] _The Observator_, June 2-6, 1705. Tutchin stated, in _The Case, +Trial, and Sentence_, that Judge Jeffreys had "a true Account" of his +activities in Holland. See J. G. Muddiman, ed., _The Bloody Assizes_ +(Toronto, [1929]), p. 137. + +[4] Muddiman, pp. 136-37. _The Case, Trial, and Sentence_ is reprinted +as a true record in T. B. Howell's _A Complete Collection of State +Trials_ (London, 1812), XIV, 1195-200, but as a highly questionable +document in Muddiman, pp. 137-46. + +[5] Muddiman, p. 219. + +[6] _The History of England_, ed. C. H. Firth (London, 1914), II, 639. +Insofar as the _DNB_ article on Tutchin relies on Macaulay, it is +erroneous. + +[7] Shortly after Tutchin's death, the Country-man of _The Observator_ +lauded his beloved master as "an Officer in the Army," and addressed him +"Captain Tutchin," as did the mock _Elegy_ and the friendly Dunton. + +[8] Narcissus Luttrell, _A Brief Historical Relation of State Affairs_ +(Oxford, 1857), V, 257; _Manuscripts of the Marquis of Bath_ (H.M.C., +London, 1904), I, 105-06. + +[9] The authorship of the Calves-Head anthems is assigned to Tutchin in +_The Reverse: or, the Tables Turn'd_ (1700), p. 7, and to both Tutchin +and Benjamin Bridgwater in _The Examination, Tryal, and Condemnation of +Rebellion Observator_ (1703), p. 17. See also Howard William Troyer, +_Ned Ward of Grubstreet_ (Harvard University Press, 1946), pp. 110, 117. + +[10] _The Life and Errors of John Dunton_ (London, 1818), I, 356. + +[11] See _The Observator_, Jan. 4-8, 1707, and "Postscript"; Jan. 12-15, +1707; and Sept. 20-24, 1707. + +[12] Pp. 12-13. See also _The Observator_, Sept. 27-Oct. 1, 1707, and +William Bragg Ewald, _Rogues, Royalty, and Reporters_ (Boston, [1954]), +p. 14. + +[13] For the two Oldham pieces, see _Poems of John Oldham_, introd. +Bonamy Dobrée (Southern Illinois University Press, [c. 1960]) pp. 50-54, +72-79. + +[14] _The Diary of John Evelyn_, ed. E. S. de Beer, 6 vols. (Oxford, +1955), V, 115; Luttrell, II, 565; W. Adolphe Roberts, _Jamaica: the +Portrait of an Island_ (New York, [c. 1955]), pp. 44-45; and Mary +Manning Carley, _Jamaica: the Old and the New_ (London, [c. 1963]), pp. +34-36, 157-58. + +[15] Luttrell's entry for Aug. 13, 1692 (II, 539). + +[16] _Review_, IV (Sept. 7, 1706) and IV (Nov. 20, 1707). + +[17] Defoe's gloss on "_Piteous Satyr_" is "Satyr in Praise of Folly and +Knavery." (_The True-Born Englishman_, 1700, p. 37.) Since he regards +this as the title of the "_Satyr_ upon _Honesty_," Defoe may be +confusing _A Pindarick Ode_ with Tutchin's next satire, _A Search after +Honesty_ (1697). + +[18] _Mr. William Fuller's Letter to Mr. John Tutchin_ (1703), p. 7; +Luttrell, V, 676, 683; _The Proceedings of the King's Commission of the +Peace, and Oyer and Terminer and Goal Delivery of Newgate ... the 28th, +29th, 30th and 31st Days of August 1700_. + +[19] "A Dialogue between a Dissenter and the Observator," in _A +Collection of the Writings of the Author of the True-Born Englishman_ +(1703), p. 227. + +[20] II, 1-6, 7-46. + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration: Mr. JOHN TUTCHIN + +_Dy'd Septber 23d 1707. Aged 44._] + + + * * * * * + + + + +POEMS + +ON + +Several Occasions. + +WITH A + +PASTORAL + + +To which is Added, A + +DISCOURSE + +OF + +LIFE + + +By _JOHN TUTCHIN_. + + +_LONDON_, + + +Printed by J. L. for _Jonathan Greenwood_, at the + +_Black Raven_ in the _Poultry_, near the + +_Old Jury_. MDCLXXXV. + + + + +THE + +Tory Catch. + + +I. + + A Friend of mine, and I did follow + A Cart and Six, with Brandy fraught; + We sate us down, and up did swallow + Each a Gallon at a draught: + The sober Sot can't drink with us, + May kiss coy Wine with _Tantalus_. + + +II. + + With Musick fit for Serenading, + We did ramble to and fro; + Then to Drink and Masquerading, + 'Till we cannot stand nor go; + One Leg by _Bacchus_ was quite lamed, + 'Tother _Venus_ had defamed. + + +III. + + At the Tavern we did whisk it, + And full Pipes did empty drain: + We eat Pint-Pots instead of Bisket, + And piss'd 'em melted out again: + We beat the Vintner, kiss'd his Wife, + And kill'd three Drawers in the strife. + + +IV. + + In the Street we found some Bullies, + And to make our valour known, + We call'd 'em Fops, and silly Cullies, + And knock'd the foremost of 'em down: + And with praise to end the Fray, + We, like good Souldiers, ran away. + + +V. + + To the Play-House we descended, + For to get a grain of Wit, + Our own with Wine was so defended. + We sate spuing in the Pit, + 'Mongst Drunken Lords and Whoring Ladies, + To see such sights whose only Trade is. + + + + +A + +LETTER + +TO A + +FRIEND. + + + Thanks for your Praises! were they due, I wou'd + Pamper my self with Joy, and think 'em Good. + Loaden with Laurels for mine unknown Art, + You paint me Great, although beneath Desert. + But if _Macenas_ had a lasting Fame, + Because the best of Poets us'd his Name; + Then Merit justly may to me belong, + Because 'tis sung by your all-skilful Tongue. + Oft have I blam'd my Stars, that I should be + Plagu'd with this soft deluding _Poetry_: + This Charming _Mistress_ that has kept my Heart, + Quite from a Child, by her bewitching Art. + From her glad Fountain I can always find + A pleasing Philtre to make _Phillis_ kind: + For tell me that coy _Maid_ could ever be + Cruel, when urg'd by Charming _Poesie_? + _Verse_ is the _Poet's_ Beauty, Wealth and Wit; + And what soft _Virgin_ won't be won by it? + But, wearied with Delight, I always try + Against this Spell to find a Remedy. + By good _Divinity_ I think to find + A Soveraign Remedy for Soul and Mind: + But then, with Holy Flame, I strait do burn, + And all to _Hymns_, and _Sacred Anthems_ turn. + Nay, when the Night does waking Thoughts redress, + And Guardian Angels with our Souls converse, + To busie Mortals is the sleeping Time; + I dream and slumber all the Night in Rhyme. + Then puzling _Logick_ next I take in hand; + But this, Alas! can't _Poesie_ withstand. + _Barbara_, _Celarent_, I with Ease express, + And yoke rough _Ergo's_ into well-made _Verse_: + My Faithless Lover's _Syllogism_ tries; + I by stout _Logick_ find their _Fallacies_. + Then _Scheibler_, _Suarez_, _Bellarmine_ I get, + And sound the depth of _Metaphysick_ wit: + Streight, in a fret, I damn 'em all at once, + And vow they are as dull as _Zabarel_ or _Dunce_. + Credit me, _Sir_, no greater plague can be, + Than to be poison'd with mad _Poetrie_: + Like Pocky Letchers, who have got a Clap, + And paid the _Doctor_ for the dear mishap; + But newly eased of their nausceous pain, + Return unto their wanton Sin again. + So Poets be they plague'd with naughty Verse, + They never value good nor bad success: + Or be they trebly damn'd, they will prefer + Their next vile scribling to the _Theater_. + Well might the Audience, with their hisses, damn + The Bawdy Sot that late wrote _Limberham_: + But yet you see, the Stage he will command, + And hold the Laurel in's polluted Hand. + In slothful ease, a while I took delight, + And thought all Poets mad that us'd to write. + So long I kept from Verse, I thought I'd lost + My Versing Vein, and of my Fortune boast: + But having tryal made, I quickly found + My store renew'd, in numbers strong and sound + With ease my happy fancies come and go, + As Rivulets do from _Parnassus_ flow. + Then finding that in vain I long had try'd + The _Poet_ from the _Tutchin_ to divide; + I charming _Poesie_ make my delight, + And propagate the humor still to Write. + Our new Divines do alter not one jot, + From what their Tribe in older times have wrot; + Except, like _Parker_, to have something new, + They broach new Doctrines, either false or true: + _A Publick Conscience_, which for nought does pass, + But proves the Writer is a publick Ass; + Who the new Philosophick world have told, + Have for a new but varnish'd o're the old. + But all Poetick Phancy can't draw dry, + Th' unfathom'd Wells of deepest Poesie. + The _Bifront Hill_ is always stout and strong; + The _Muses_ still are handsome, always young. + The clearest streams of Chrystal _Helicon_ + Do o're the Pebles in sweet Rhymings run. + Why then should you, _Dear Sir_, (that have pretence + To the extreamest bounds of Wit and Sense) + Lay by your Quills and hold your Tune-ful Tongue, + While all the witty want your pleasing Song? + Once more renew those Lays that gave delight, + That chear the Day, and glad the gloomy Night: + May with your dying breath your Verses end; + Thus prays your constant, and + + _Your truest Friend_, + _J. T._ + + + * * * * * + + + + +THE + +EARTH-QUAKE + +OF + +JAMAICA, + +Describ'd in a + +Pindarick Poem. + + +By Mr. TUTCHIN. + + + _----namq; Diespiter + Igni corusco nubila dividens + Plerumq; per purum tonantes + Egit Equos volucremq; currum, + Quo bruta Tellus & vaga flumina, + Quo Styx, & invisi horrida Tænari + Sedes, Atlanteusq; finis + Concutitur. Valet ima summis + Mutare,----_ + + Horat. lib. I. Ode 34. + + +_LONDON_, + +Printed, and are to be sold by _R. Baldwin_, near the + +_Oxford-Arms_ in _Warwick-lane_, 1692. + + + + +THE + +Earthquake of Jamaica + +Describ'd in a POEM. + + +I. + + Well may our Lives bear an uncertain date; + Disturb'd with Maladies within, + Without by cross Events of Fate, + The worst of Plagues on Mortals wait, + Pride, Ignorance and Sin. + If our ancient Mother Earth, + Who gave us all untimely Birth, + Such strong Hysterick Passion feels; + If Orbs are from their Axles torn, + And Mountains into Valleys worn, + All in a moments space, + Can humane Race + Stand on their Legs when Nature Reels? + Unhappy Man! in all things cross'd, + On every giddy Wave of Fortune toss'd; + The only thing that aims at Sway, + And yet capricious Fate must still Obey; + Travels for Wealth to Foreign Lands, + O're scorching Mountains, and o're desart Sands, + Laden with Gold, when homeward bound, + Is in one vast impetuous Billow drown'd: + Or if he reaches to the Shoar, + And there unlades his Oar, + Builds Towns and Houses which may last and stand, + Thinking no Wealth so sure as firm Land; + Yet Fate the Animal does still pursue; + This slides from underneath his Feet, and leaves him too. + + +II. + + Environ'd with Ten Thousand Fears we live, + For Fate do's seldom a just warning give; + Quicker than Thought its dire Resolves are made, + And swift as Lightning flies, + Around the vast extended Skies: + All things are by its Bolts in vast Confusion laid. + Sometimes a Flaming Comet does appear, + Whose very Visage does pronounce, + Decay of Kingdoms, and the Fall of Crowns, + Intestine War, or Pestilential Year; + Sometimes a Hurricane of Fate, + Does on some great Mans Exit wait, + A murder'd _Cornish_, or some _Hercules_, + When from their Trunks Almighty _Jove_, + Who breaks with Thunder weighty Clouds above, + To Honour these + Large Pines and Oaks does Lop, + And in a Whirlwind lays 'em upon _Oeta_'s Top. + E're this vast Orb shall unto Chaos turn, + And with Consuming Flames shall burn, + An Angel Trumpeter shall come, + Whose Noise shall shake the Massie Ground, + In one short moment shall express, + His Notes to the whole Universe; + The very Dead shall hear his Sound, + And from their Graves repair, + To the impartial Bar, + Those that have been in the deep Ocean drown'd, + Shall at his Call come to receive their Doom. + + +III. + + But here, alas! no Omens fly, + No secret Whisper of their Destiny + Was heard; none cou'd divine + When Fate wou'd spring the Mine: + Safe and secure the Mortals go, + Not dreaming of a Hell below; + In the dark Caverns of the gloomy Earth, + Where suffocating Sulphur has its Birth, + And sparkling Nitre's made, + Where _Vulcan_ and his _Cyclops_ prove; + The Thunderbolts they make for _Jove_; + Here _Æolus_ his Winds has laid, + Here is his Windy Palace, here 'tis said + His Race of little puffing Gods are bred, + Which serve for Bellows to blow up the Flame, + The dire ingredients are in order plac'd, + Which must anon lay Towns and Cities waste. + Strait the black Engineer of Heaven came, + His Match a Sun-beam was, + He swift as Time unto the Train did pass, + It soon took Fire; The Fire and Winds contend, + But both concur the Vaulted Earth to rend; + It upwards rose, and then it downwards fell, + Aiming at Heaven, it sunk to Hell: + The Neighb'ring Seas now own no more, + The sturdy Bulwarks of the Shoar, + The gaping Earth and greedy Sea, + Are both contending for the Prey; + Those whom the rav'nous Earth had ta'ne, + Into her Bowels back again + Are wash't from thence by the insulting Main. + + +IV. + + The Old and Young receive alike their Doom, + The Cowards and the Brave, + Are buried in one Grave; + For Fate allows 'em all one Common Tomb. + The Aged and the Wise + Lose all their Reason in the great Surprise. + They know not where to go, + And yet they dare not stay, + There's Fire and Smoak below, + And the Earth gaping to receive the Prey: + If to the Houses Top they Crawl, + These tumble too, and downwards fall: + And if they fly into the Street, + There grizly Death they meet; + All in a hurry dye away, + The wicked had not time to pray. + The Soldier once cou'd teach grim Death to kill, + In vain is all his Skill, + In vain he brandisheth his Steel: + No more the Art of War must teach, + But lyes Fates Trophy underneath the Breach: + The good Companions now no more Carouse, + They share the Fate of the declining House, + Healths to their Friends their Bumpers Crown'd: + But while they put the Glasses round, + Death steps between the Cup and lip, + Nor would it let 'em take one parting Sip. + + +V. + + The Mine is sprung, and a large Breach is made, + Whereat strong Troops of Warring Seas invade; + These overflow; + Where Houses stood and Grass did grow, + All sorts of Fish resort: + They had Dominions large enough before, + But now unbounded by the Shoar, + They o're the Tops of Houses sport. + The Watry Fry their Legions do extend, + And for the new slain Prey contend; + Within the Houses now they roam, + Into their Foe, the very Kitchen, come. + One does the Chimney-hearth assail, + Another slaps the Kettle with his slimy Tail. + No Image there of Death is seen, + No Cook-maid does obstruct their Sway, + They have entirely got the day. + Those who have once devour'd been + By Mankind, now on Man do Feed: + Thus Fate decides, and steps between, + And sometimes gives the Slave the Victors meed. + The Beauteous Virgins whom the Gods might love, + Cou'd not the Curse of Heav'n remove; + Their goodness might for Crimes Atone, + Inexorable Death spares none. + Their tender Flesh lately so plump and good, + Is now made Fishes and Sea-monsters Food; + In vain they cry, + Heav'n is grown Deaf, and no Petition hears, + Their Sighs are answer'd like their Lovers Pray'rs, + They in the Universal Ruin lye. + + +VI. + + Nor is inexorable Fate content + To ruine one poor Town alone; + More Mischief by the Blow is done: + Death's on a farther Message sent. + When Fate a Garrison does Sack, + The very Suburbs do partake + Of Martial Law, + Its Forces draw + To every Mountain, Field and Wood, + They Ravage all the Neighbourhood. + Worse than the weak Assaults of Steel, + Its Instruments of Death all places feel. + They undiscover'd, like fell Poison kill, + Its Warriours fierce, + The Earth, the Air, and Men do pierce; + And mounted, fight upon the winged Winds. + Here a great Mountain in a Valley's thrown, + And there a Valley to a Mountain grown. + The very Breath of an incensed God, + Makes even proud _Olympus_ Nod. + Chang'd is the Beauty of the fruitful Isle, + And its fair Woods lopp'd for its Funeral Pile. + The moving Earth forms it self in Waves, + And Curls its Surface like the Rowling Seas; + Whilst Man (that little thing) so vainly Raves, + Nothing but Heaven can its own Wrath appease. + + +VII. + + But Fate at length thought fit to leave its Toil, + And greedy Death was glutted with the Spoil. + As weary Soldiers having try'd their Steel, + Half drown'd with Blood, do then desist to kill. + More Ruin wou'd a second Deluge make, + Blot out the Name of the unhappy Isle. + It fares with her as when in Martial Field, + Resolv'd and Brave, and loath to yield, + Two num'rous Armies do contend, + And with repeated Shouts the Air do Rend. + Whilst the affrighted Earth does shake, + Some large Battalions are entirely lost, + And Warring Squadrons from the mighty Host: + Here by a Shot does fall + Some Potent General; + And near to him, + Another loses but a Limb. + Part of the Island was a Prey to Fate, + And all the rest do's but prolong its date, + 'Till injur'd Heav'n finds, + Its Bolts a Terror strike on humane Minds; + Sure we may hope the Sinners there Repent, + Since it has made their lewdest Priest Relent. + + +FINIS. + + + * * * * * + + + + +A + +Pindarick ODE, + +IN THE + +PRAISE + +OF + +Folly and Knavery. + + +By Mr. _TUTCHIN_. + + +_LONDON_, + +Printed and Sold by _E. W._ near _Stationers-Hall_. + +1696. Price 6_d._ + + + + +A + +Pindarick ODE + +In the Praise of + +Folly and Knavery. + + +I. + + My humble Muse no Hero Sings, + Nor Acts, nor Funerals of Kings: + The great _Maria_ now no more, + In Sable Lines she does deplore; + Of mighty _William_'s growing fame, + At present must forget the name, + Yet she affects something that is sublime, + And would in _Dytherambick_ strain } + Attempt to rise, and now disdain } + The Shrubs and Furzes of the Plain: } + He that's afraid to fall, shou'd ne'r pretend to climb. + + +II. + + Let others boast of potent Wit, + And Summon in the awful _Nine_, + With all their Aids of Fancy, Humor, Sence, + Fair polish'd Learning, Eloquence, + And call their gawdy works Divine: + Hov'ring above my Head let _dullness_ sit, + The only God that's worshipp'd by the Age; + Immortal _Nonsence_ guide my Pen, + The Fames of _Shakespear_ and of _Ben_, + Must warp, before my nobler fire + To their regardless Tombs retire. + Thus Arm'd, with Nonsence, I'll engage + Both _Universities_, + And their Pedantick fooleries, + Show the misguided World the Cheat, + And let _Man_ know that _Nonsence_ makes him Great. + + +III. + + Almighty _Folly_! How shall I thy praise + To Human Understandings raise? + What shall I do + Thy worth to shew? + The Glorious Sun, that rules the Day, + Gives vital warmth and life by ev'ry Ray. + His Blessings he in common grants, + To Hemlock as to nobler Plants; + Thy Virtue thou dost circumscribe, + And dost dispence + Thy influence, + But to the Darlings of thy Tribe, + Thou Wealth and Honour dost bestow + On thy triumphant _Fools_, + Whilst abject Sence do's barefoot go; + So weak's the Learning of the noisie Schools. + + +IV. + + Tell me, ye Learned Sots! who spend your time + In reading Books, + With thoughtful Heads and meagre Looks, + To Learnings Pinacle, who climb + Through the wild Briers of _Philosophy_, + The Thorns of harsh _Philology_, + The dirty Road where _Aristotle_ went + Encumber'd with a thousand _terms_ + Uncouth, Unintelligible, + Not by any fancy fathomable, + Bringing distracted Minds to harms; + The rankest _Hellebore_ cannot prevent. + Tell me, I say, ye Learn'd Sots! + Did e'r the old or new Philosophy, + Make a Man splendid live, or wealthy die? + Tho' you may think your Notions truer, + They'll ne'r advance your Lotts, + To the Estate of Wise Sir _Jonathan_ the Brewer. + + +V. + + A _Fool_! Heav'ns bless the charming Name, + So much admir'd in Ages past, + As long as this, and all the World shall last, + Shall be the Subject of Triumphing Fame. + A _Fool_! what mighty wonders has he wrought? + What mighty Actions done? + Obey'd by all, controul'd by none; + Even _Love_ its self is to its Footstool brought. + For t'other day, I met amidst the Throng + A Lady wealthy, beautiful and young; + _Madam_, said I, I wish you double Joy, + Of a ripe Husband and a budding Boy, + And with my self a sight of him you Wed, } + The happy Part'ner of your Bridal Bed. } + Sir, she reply'd, I him in Wedlock had; } + Pointing unto an Image by her side, + An odder Figure no Man e'r espy'd, + Long was his Chin, and carotty his Beard, + His Eyes sunk in, and high his Nose was rear'd, + A nauseous ugliness possess'd the Tool, + And scarce had Wit enough to be a Fool: + Bless me (thought I) if Fools such fortune get, + Then who (the Devil) wou'd be plagu'd with wit. + + +VI. + + View but the Realms of _Nonsence_, see the State, + The Pageant pomp attends the show, + When the great God of _Dullness_ does in triumph go, + How splendid and how great + His num'rous Train of Blockheads do appear? + Almighty _Jove_, + That governs all above, + Is but a puny to this Mighty God, + The blustring God of War, + Who with one Nod + Makes the Earth tremble from afar, + Guarded with puissant Champions stern and bold + That breath Destruction, talk of bloody Jars, + Have nought but ragged Cloaths to keep off cold, + And tatter'd Ensigns relicks of the Wars. + The God of _Dullness_ mounted on his Throne + Beneath a Canopy + Of fix'd stupidity, + Prostrate his num'rous Subjects tumble down, + They pay obeisance to their gloomy God, + And at his Nod + They act, they move, + They hate, they love, + They bless, they curse, they swear, + For they his Creatures are, + He amply does his Benefits afford, + For each confirmed Blockhead is a Lord. + + +VII. + + Then talk no more of Parts and Sence, + For Riches ne'r attend the Wise, + Have you to dullness no pretence, + You shall to Grandeur never rise; + He with a gloomy mien Divinely dull, + Whose very aspect tells the World he is a Fool, + Whose thicker Skull + Is proof against each storm of Fate, + Is Born for Glory, and he shall be Great. + Who 'ere wou'd rise, + Or great Preferment get, + Must nere pretend to Wit, + Or be that monstrous, ill shap'd Man call'd Wise; + He must not boast + Of Learning's Value, or its cost; + But, if he wou'd Preferment have, + He must be much a _Fool_, or much a _Knave_. + + +VIII. + + A _Knave_! the finer Creature far, + Tho' of the foolish Race of _Issachar_. + As the unwieldy _Bear_ among her young + Deform'd, and shapeless Cubs, + Finds one more strong, + Active and sprightly than the rest: + Him she transforms and rubs, + And licks into a better shape the Beast. + Thus do's the gloomy God of Folly do, + With the insipid Race: + He do's his num'rous Offspring call, } + He handles one and feels his Skull; } + If it be thick, he says, Be thou a Fool. } + Another, if about his Face + He spies a roguish Mein, a cunning Look; + If there appears + The hopes of Falshood in his tender Years, + Good signs of Perjury + And hardn'd Villany; + This for his secret Councils he do's save, + Lays on his Paw, and bids him, Be a _Knave_. + + +IX. + + A _Knave_! the elder brother to the _Fool_: + His vast Dominions are no less + Than the whole Universe: + The Lands are bounded by the Sea: + The Seas the sturdy Rocks obey: + The Storms do know the Limits of their Rule: + Neither the Land nor Sea this Hero bind, + But unconfin'd + O're both he finds a way, + O're both he bears Imperial sway: + His gay Attendants are the Cheat, + That ruines Kingdoms to be Great. + The fawning, flattring Fop, who creeps + Just like a Spaniel at your Heels, + To some illustrious Knave, who sweeps + Away a Kingdoms Wealth at once, + And with the Publick Coin his Treasure fills; + For Kingdoms work t'enrich the _Knave_ and _Dunce_. + + +X. + + Honesty's a Garb we're mock'd in, + Only wore by _Jews_ and _Turks_. + Merit is a Popish Doctrine; + Men have no regard to Works. + Substantial Knavery is a Vertue will + Your Coffers fill; + And Altars raise, + Unto your Praise. + Be but a Knave, you'll keep the World in awe, + And fear no Law; + For no Transgression is, + Where all Men do amiss. + But here methinks an antiquated _Hero_ starts, + Surpris'd at my Discourse; + He starts and boggles like a Horse, + And damns our modern Knavish Arts. + + +XI. + + Vain _Youth_, he says misguided by a _Knave_, + By some dull Blockhead tempted from thy rest; + The worldly Grandeur thou dost vainly crave, + Is nought but Noise and Foolishness at best. + What Man wou'd quit his Sense, + Or, the wise Dictates of right Reason's Rule, + In vain pretence + To be a rich, a gawdy _Fool_? + Or, quit his Honesty, so much despis'd, + And basely condescend, + To every little Knavish End; + Run headlong into every Cheat, + Attempt each Villany to make him Great. + Believe me Youth, (be better now advis'd) + Thy early Vertues will thy Temples spread, } + With lasting Lawrels 'round thy Head. } + Shall flourish when the Wearers dead. } + I who have always honest been, though poor, + In whom the utmost signs of Age appears, + And sink beneath the Burthen of my Years, + Cou'd never yet adore + A Knave or Blockhead, were he ne'er so Great; + Or, be like to them, to purchase an Estate. + + +XII. + + Poor thredbare _Vertue_ ne'er admir'd in Court, + But seeks its Refuge in an honest Mind, + There it securely dwells, + Like _Anchorets_ in Cells, + Where no Ambition nor wild Lust resorts: + To love our Country is indeed our Pride; + We glory in an honest Action done; + When the Reward is laid aside + The Glory and the Action is our own, + We seldom find + The Good, the Just, the Brave, + Have their Reward + From Princes they did save + From dire Destruction, or a poisoning Foe; + They let them go + Contemn'd, disdain'd; and most regard + Those Villians sought their overthrow. + As if the Just, the Brave, the Good, + Were but a _Bridge_ of Wood + To waft to great Preferments o'er, + Those, who were our foes before, + And then be tumbl'd down like useless Logs, + While those, who just pass'd o'er, + And the obliging Bridge shou'd thank, + Do scornfully stand grinning on the Bank, + To see the venerable Ruines float + Adrift upon the Stream, + Contemn'd by them, + Who give the Childrens Bread unto the Dogs; + _In vain_, says he, _we've fought_---- + But at this Word + He fiercely look'd, and then he grasp'd his Sword. + + +XIII. + + Pity it is, he said, this Sword of mine, + Of late so gloriously did shine, + In Foreign Fields 'midst Show'rs of Blood, + With which I've cut my Passage through + The Snowy _Alps_ and _Pyrenean_ Hills, + Where Death the Land with vast Destruction fills, + 'Mongst Warriors, who + Venture their Lives for their dear Countries good, + Should now be laid aside + 'Mongst Rubbish Iron old, + From reaking Blood scarce cold; + Or else converted to a _Knife_, + For some damn'd Villain first to cut + A Princes Bread, and next his Throat: + In vain we venture to preserve his Life, + In vain to Foreign Fields we come, + In vain to Foreign Force alli'd, + If a nefarious Brood at Home + Embarrass his Affairs, + Prolong the Wars, + Only t' enrich his Enemies, + Weaken his Government, and his Allies. + + +XIV. + + 'Tis strange a Prince, shou'd ere a _Fool_ preferr, + To be an Officer! + A _Knave_ may serve an unjust Government, + But ne'er prevent + Those Mischiefs may attend the just: + For who would trust + A Villain may be bought by Gold, + Unless design'd on purpose to be sold? + If Princes wou'd use _Fools_ as Shop-men do + Their Signs or Boards of show, + To tell the passers by there's better stuff + Within, 'tis rational enough. + But to set Centry at the Door, } + A Patriot or a Senator, } + Philosopher or Orator, } + To tell the Passers by their is within, + A _Merry Andrew_ to be seen, + Is very much ridiculous, + Tho' to our grief we often find it thus. + Thus Princes Bastardize + Their Countries Sons Legitimate, + And give the fair Estate + Unto a Spurious Brood, + That ne'er did good; + The honest Work, the _Knave_ enjoys the Prize. + + +XV. + + A Government adorn'd with Fools, + Empty Trifles, useless Tools, + Looks like a Toy-Shop gloriously bedeckt + With gawdy gewgaws, Childrens play things, + Painted Babies, Tinsel Creatures, + Wooden Folk, with Human features, + Made just for show, and no advantage brings, + And prove of no effect. + It dwindles to a _Raree-Show_, + In which no Man must act a Part + But the dull _Blockhead_ and the _Beau_, + The huffing _Fop_ without a Heart; + What Wise Man would a Journey take + On a dull Steed has broke his Back? + Or have recourse + Unto a _Hobby-Horse_? + Those act by such wise Rules, + Who prop Just Princes by a Tyrant's Tools. + + +XVI. + + Surely the Genius of a fruitful Isle + Is either lost, + Or what is worst, + Murder'd by those who shou'd support her Fame, + Add Glory to her Name; + The Heavens themselves have cast an angry look, + Seldom the Glorious Sun does shine + But Veils its face Divine. + _Jove_ does misguide the Seasons every Year; + Nought can we read in Nature's Book, + To reap her Fruits scarce worth our while. + Our Mother Earth, + From whose unhappy Womb, + We Mortals come, + Ne'er shows a Glorious Birth, + But proves abortive as our Actions are; + Nought have we left but hope, + Just like the Blind at Noon we grope: + The number of our Sins we must fulfil, + And if we're sav'd, it is against our will. + + +_FINIS._ + + + * * * * * + + + + +THE + +FOREIGNERS. + +A + +POEM. + + +PART I. + + +_LONDON_, + +Printed for _A. Baldwin_ in _Warwicklane_, + +MDCC. + + + + +The Foreigners. + + + Long time had _Israel_ been disus'd from Rest, + Long had they been by Tyrants sore opprest; + Kings of all sorts they ignorantly crav'd, + And grew more stupid as they were enslav'd; + Yet want of Grace they impiously disown'd, + And still like Slaves beneath the Burden groan'd: + With languid Eyes their Race of Kings they view, + The Bad too many, and the Good too few; + Some rob'd their Houses, and destroy'd their Lives, + Ravish'd their Daughters, and debauch'd their Wives; + Prophan'd the Altars with polluted Loves, + And worship'd Idols in the Woods and Groves. + + To Foreign Nations next they have recourse; + Striving to mend, they made their State much worse. + They first from _Hebron_ all their Plagues did bring, + Cramm'd in the Single Person of a King; + From whose base Loins ten thousand Evils flow, + Which by Succession they must undergo. + Yet sense of Native Freedom still remains, + They fret and grumble underneath their Chains; + Incens'd, enrag'd, their Passion do's arise, + Till at his Palace-Gate their Monarch dies. + This Glorious Feat was by the Fathers done, + Whose Children next depos'd his Tyrant Son, + Made him, like _Cain_, a murd'rous Wanderer, + Both of his Crimes, and of his Fortunes share. + + But still resolv'd to split on Foreign Shelves, + Rather than venture once to trust Themselves, + To Foreign Courts and Councils do resort, + To find a King their Freedoms to support: + Of one for mighty Actions fam'd they're told, + Profoundly wise, and desperately bold, + Skilful in War, Successful still in Fight, + Had vanquish'd Hosts, and Armies put to flight; + And when the Storms of War and Battels cease, + Knew well to steer the Ship of State in Peace. + Him they approve, approaching to their sight; + Lov'd by the Gods, of Mankind the Delight. + The numerous Tribes resort to see him land, + Cover the Beach, and blacken all the Strand; + With loud Huzza's they welcome him on shore, + And for their Blessing do the Gods implore. + + The Sanhedrim conven'd, at length debate + The sad Condition of their drooping State, + And Sinking Church, just ready now to drown; + And with one Shout they do the Hero crown. + + Ah Happy _Israel_! had there never come + Into his Councils crafty Knaves at home, + In combination with a Foreign Brood, + Sworn Foes to _Israel_'s Rights and _Israel_'s Good; + Who impiously foment Intestine Jars, + Exhaust our Treasure, and prolong our Wars; + Make _Israel_'s People to themselves a prey, + Mislead their King, and steal his Heart away: + United Intrests thus they do divide, + The State declines by Avarice and Pride; + Like Beasts of Prey they ravage all the Land, + Acquire Preferments, and usurp Command: + The Foreign Inmates the Housekeepers spoil, + And drain the Moisture of our fruitful Soil. + If to our Monarch there are Honours due, + Yet what with _Gibeonites_ have we to do? + When Foreign States employ 'em for their Food, + To draw their Water, and to hew their Wood. + What Mushroom Honours dos our Soil afford! + One day a Begger, and the next a Lord. + What dastard Souls do _Jewish_ Nobles wear! + The Commons such Affronts would never bear. + Let no Historian the sad Stories tell + Of thy base Sons, Oh servile _Israel_! + But thou, my Muse, more generous and brave, + Shalt their black Crimes from dark oblivion save; + To future Ages shalt their Sins disclose, + And brand with Infamy thy Nation's Foes. + + A Country lies, due East from _Judah_'s Shoar, + Where stormy Winds and noisy Billows roar; + A Land much differing from all other Soils, + Forc'd from the Sea, and buttress'd up with Piles. + No marble Quarrys bind the spungy Ground, + But Loads of Sand and Cockle-shells are found: + Its Natives void of Honesty and Grace, + A Boorish, rude, and an inhumane Race; + From Nature's Excrement their Life is drawn, + Are born in Bogs, and nourish'd up from Spawn. + Their hard-smoak'd Beef is their continual Meat, + Which they with Rusk, their luscious Manna, eat; + Such Food with their chill stomachs best agrees, + They sing _Hosannah_ to a Mare's-milk Cheese. + To supplicate no God, their Lips will move, + Who speaks in Thunder like Almighty _Jove_, + But watry Deities they do invoke, + Who from the Marshes most Divinely croak. + Their Land, as if asham'd their Crimes to see, + Dives down beneath the surface of the Sea. + _Neptune_, the God who do's the Seas command, + Ne'er stands on Tip-toe to descry their Land; + But seated on a Billow of the Sea, + With Ease their humble Marshes do's survey. + These are the Vermin do our State molest; + Eclipse our Glory, and disturb our Rest. + + _BENTIR_ in the Inglorious Roll the first, + _Bentir_ to this and future Ages curst, + Of mean Descent, yet insolently proud, + Shun'd by the Great, and hated by the Crowd; + Who neither Blood nor Parentage can boast, + And what he got the _Jewish_ Nation lost: + By lavish Grants whole Provinces he gains, + Made forfeit by the _Jewish_ Peoples Pains; + Till angry Sanhedrims such Grants resume, + And from the Peacock take each borrow'd Plume. + Why should the _Gibeonites_ our Land engross, + And aggrandize their Fortunes with our loss? + Let them in foreign States proudly command, + They have no Portion in the Promis'd Land, + Which immemorially has been decreed + To be the Birth-right of the _Jewish_ Seed. + How ill do's _Bentir_ in the Head appear } + Of Warriours, who do _Jewish_ Ensigns bear? } + By such we're grown e'en Scandalous in War. } + Our Fathers Trophies wore, and oft could tell + How by their Swords the mighty Thousands fell; + What mighty Deeds our Grandfathers had done, + What Battels fought, what Wreaths of Honour won: + Thro the extended Orb they purchas'd Fame, + The Nations trembling at their Awful Name: + Such wondrous Heroes our Fore-fathers were, + When we, base Souls! but Pigmies are in War: + By Foreign Chieftains we improve in Skill; + We learn how to intrench, not how to kill: + For all our Charge are good Proficients made + In using both the Pickax and the Spade. + But in what Field have we a Conquest wrought? + In Ten Years War what Battel have we fought? + + If we a Foreign Slave may use in War, + Yet why in Council should that Slave appear? + If we with _Jewish_ Treasure make him great, + Must it be done to undermine the State? + Where are the Antient Sages of Renown? } + No _Magi_ left, fit to advise the Crown? } + Must we by Foreign Councils be undone? } + Unhappy _Israel_, who such Measures takes, + And seeks for Statesmen in the Bogs and Lakes; + Who speak the Language of most abject Slaves, + Under the Conduct of our _Jewish_ Knaves. + Our _Hebrew_'s murder'd in their hoarser Throats; + How ill their Tongues agree with _Jewish Notes_! + Their untun'd Prattle do's our Sense confound, + Which in our Princely Palaces do's sound; + The self-same Language the old Serpent spoke, + When misbelieving _Eve_ the Apple took: + Of our first Mother why are we asham'd, + When by the self-same Rhetorick we are damn'd? + + But _Bentir_, not Content with such Command, + To canton out the _Jewish_ Nation's Land; + He do's extend to Other Coasts his Pride, + And other Kingdoms into Parts divide: + Unhappy _Hiram_! dismal is thy Song; + Tho born to Empire, thou art ever young! + Ever in Nonage, canst no Right transfer: + But who made _Bentir_ thy Executor? + What mighty Power do's _Israel_'s Land afford? } + What Power has made the famous _Bentir_ Lord? } + The Peoples Voice, and _Sanhedrim_'s Accord. } + Are not the Rights of People still the same? + Did they e'er differ in or Place or Name? + Have not Mankind on equal Terms still stood, + Without Distinction, since the mighty Flood? + And have not _Hiram_'s Subjects a free Choice + To chuse a King by their united Voice? + If _Israel_'s People cou'd a Monarch chuse, + A living King at the same time refuse; + That _Hiram_'s People, shall it e'er be said, + Have not the Right of Choice when he is dead? + When no Successor to the Crown's in sight, + The Crown is certainly the Peoples Right. + If Kings are made the People to enthral, + We had much better have no King at all: + But Kings, appointed for the Common Good, + Always as Guardians to their People stood. + And Heaven allows the People sure a Power + To chuse such Kings as shall not them devour: + They know full well what best will serve themselves, + How to avoid the dang'rous Rocks and Shelves. + + Unthinking _Israel_! Ah henceforth beware + How you entrust this faithless Wanderer! + He who another Kingdom can divide, } + May set your Constitution soon aside, } + And o'er your Liberties in Triumph ride. } + Support your Rightful Monarch and his Crown, + But pull this proud, this croaking Mortal down. + + Proceed, my Muse; the Story next relate + Of _Keppech_ the Imperious Chit of State, + Mounted to Grandeur by the usual Course + Of Whoring, Pimping, or a Crime that's worse; + Of Foreign Birth, and undescended too, + Yet he, like _Bentir_, mighty Feats can do. + He robs our Treasure, to augment his State, + And _Jewish_ Nobles on his Fortunes wait: + Our ravish'd Honours on his Shoulder wears, + And Titles from our Antient Rolls he tears. + Was e'er a prudent People thus befool'd, + By upstart Foreigners thus basely gull'd? + Ye _Jewish_ Nobles, boast no more your Race, + Or sacred Badges did your Fathers grace! + In vain is Blood, or Parentages, when + Ribbons and Garters can ennoble Men. + To Chivalry you need have no recourse, + The gawdy Trappings make the Ass a Horse. + No more, no more your Antient Honours own, + By slavish _Gibeonites_ you are outdone: + Or else your Antient Courage reassume, + And to assert your Honours once presume; + From off their Heads your ravish'd Lawrels tear, + And let them know what _Jewish_ Nobles are. + + +_THE END._ + + + * * * * * + + + + +THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY + +WILLIAM ANDREWS CLARK MEMORIAL LIBRARY + +University of California, Los Angeles + + +PUBLICATIONS IN PRINT + + +1948-1949 + + 16. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Selected Poems + (1685-1700) + +Author: John Tutchin + +Editor: Spiro Peterson + +Release Date: December 25, 2011 [EBook #38407] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SELECTED POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Dave Morgan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + + + + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Augustan Reprint Society</span></h3> + +<p> </p> +<h2>JOHN TUTCHIN<br /> + +<big><i>SELECTED POEMS</i></big></h2> + +<h3>(1685-1700)</h3> + +<p> </p><p> </p> +<h3><i>INTRODUCTION</i><br /> + +<small>BY</small><br /> + +SPIRO PETERSON</h3> + +<p> </p><p> </p><p> </p> +<h4><small>PUBLICATION NUMBER 110</small><br /> + +WILLIAM ANDREWS CLARK MEMORIAL LIBRARY<br /> + +<span class="smcap">University of California, Los Angeles</span><br /> + +<big>1964</big></h4> + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='center'>GENERAL EDITORS<br /> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Earl R. Miner, <i>University of California, Los Angeles</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Maximillian E. Novak, <i>University of California, Los Angeles</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Lawrence Clark Powell, <i>Wm. Andrews Clark Memorial Library</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'> <br /> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>ADVISORY EDITORS<br /> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>John Butt, <i>University of Edinburgh</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>James L. Clifford, <i>Columbia University</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Ralph Cohen, <i>University of California, Los Angeles</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Vinton A. Dearing, <i>University of California, Los Angeles</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Arthur Friedman, <i>University of Chicago</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Louis A. Landa, <i>Princeton University</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Samuel H. Monk, <i>University of Minnesota</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Everett T. Moore, <i>University of California, Los Angeles</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>James Sutherland, <i>University College, London</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>H. T. Swedenberg, Jr., <i>University of California, Los Angeles</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'> <br /> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>CORRESPONDING SECRETARY<br /> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Edna C. Davis, <i>Clark Memorial Library</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>- i -</span></p> + +<h3>INTRODUCTION</h3> + + +<p>When John Tutchin died on September 23, 1707, he had already +created the image of himself which Alexander Pope has transmitted to +posterity. There, in Book II of <i>The Dunciad</i> (1728), the Whig journalist +appears as one of two figures in a "shaggy Tap'stry":</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Earless on high, stood un-abash'd Defoe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Tutchin flagrant from the scourge, below.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Pope, in his variorum notes on the passage, identified Tutchin as the +"author of some vile verses, and of a weekly paper call'd the <i>Observator</i>," +and revived the fiction of his sentence "to be whipp'd thro' several +towns in the west of <i>England</i>, upon which he petition'd King <i>James</i> +II. to be hanged." The "invective" against James II's memory, which +Pope mentions, has now been identified in the Twickenham Edition as +<i>The British Muse: or Tyranny Expos'd</i> (1701).<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> By 1728, this was all +the reputation that remained for Mr. John Tutchin, Gentleman—irascible +journalist, pamphleteer, and writer of verses.</p> + +<p>The truth of the matter is that Pope was no more accurate about +Tutchin's being whipped than about Defoe's losing his ears. From the +sparse reliable information concerning Tutchin's early years, one consistent +pattern emerges: he tended to depict himself as a hero and a +martyr. Born in 1661 "a Freeman" of London, he was brought up in a +family of scholarly nonconformist ministers probably on the Isle of +Wight<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a>. Even though an enemy claimed that he had been expelled from +a school at Stepney for stealing (<i>DNB</i>), he received some education +and travelled on the continent. In defending his skill with languages +against Defoe, he once told how at his school, boys translated and +capped verses, and how he travelled "from <i>Leivarden</i> in <i>Friezland</i>, +thro' <i>Holland</i> and the <i>Spanish Flanders</i>."<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> Throughout his life, he +proudly designated himself a gentleman: during his trial for libel in +late June of 1704, he even escaped punishment by setting forth that he +was a gentleman, and not a laborer as the indictment read.</p> + +<p>In later life, he romanticized himself when young as the hero who +fought in the Duke of Monmouth's rebellion, received the brutal "whipping +sentence" from Lord Chief-Justice Jeffreys during "the bloody +assezes" of 1685, petitioned James II for "the Favour of being hang'd" +<span class='pagenum'>- ii -</span>to avoid the sentence, and finally freed himself by paying so burdensome +a bribe that he was reduced to poverty. All these claims were +first made in "The Case, Trial, and Sentence of Mr. John Tutchin, +and Several Others, in Dorchester, in the County of Dorset," which +Tutchin added to the fifth edition of <i>The Western Martyrology; or, +the Bloody Assizes</i>, published in 1705. As J. G. Muddiman demonstrated +in 1929, most of these claims are outright fabrications. Tutchin +was never indicted for high treason, he could never have been +challenged by Jeffreys to cap verses, and he invented the petition +to be hanged.<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> In <i>The Observator</i> (July 25-29, 1702), he honestly admitted +that he was never tried in Devonshire, but claimed he did buy +his liberty of James II; and in a later issue (Aug. 4-7, 1703) he challenged +an enemy: "if he Pleases to give the World an Account, <i>When</i>, +<i>Where</i>, and for <i>What</i> I was Whip'd thro' a Market-Town, he will inform +Mankind of more than I or any Body else knows...." John Dunton believed +in the whipping sentence; and Defoe, the story of the petition +to be hanged. Throughout Tutchin's stormy career, his enemies made +political capital of the flogging that never took place. He was probably +twenty-four years old when, using the alias "Thomas Pitts," he +was tried at Dorchester for "Spreading false news and fined five marks +and sentenced to be whipped"—but he came down with smallpox and +so was not whipped.<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> Lord Macaulay, who is incorrect on the facts +taken from <i>The Western Martyrology</i>, certainly exaggerated in stating +that Tutchin's temper was "exasperated to madness by what he had +undergone."<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> That the Monmouth adventure and its aftermath mark a +turning point in the young man's life, however, cannot doubted.</p> + +<p>Tutchin may have fought with William III's army in Ireland as an +officer.<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> After the Glorious Revolution and the establishment of +William and Mary on the throne, Tutchin devoted himself to a succession +of liberal causes. On the one hand, he persisted in identifying +himself with the former commonwealth, the Monmouth cause, the Revolution, +the reform movement especially in the theater, and Whig +liberty. He became noted for tactless exposés of high-level misconduct +in his pamphlets and in <i>The Observator</i> (Apr. 1, 1702-Sept. 23, +1707). His detractors frequently paired him with Defoe as a monster +or a villain. Again and again, he made himself obnoxious to important +personages such as the Earl of Albemarle or the Duke of Marlborough.<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> +On the other hand, his hatred for tyranny propelled him frequently +into such extremes as his disgraceful complicity in William Fuller's +impostures. In the years 1700-1704, he was generally reputed to be +<span class='pagenum'>- iii -</span>"Secretary to the abominal Society of King-Killers"—the secret Calves-Head +Club made up of dissenters who met on January 30th, the +anniversary of the death of Charles I, to sing prophane anthems.<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></p> + +<p>Dunton generously summed up the widely varied causes of "the +loyal and ingenious <i>Tutchin</i> (alias <i>Master Observator</i>); the bold Asserter +of English Liberties; the scourge of the High-flyers; the Seaman's +Advocate; the Detector of the Victualling-office; the scorn and +terror of Fools and Knaves; the Nation's <i>Argus</i>, and the Queen's +faithful Subject."<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> Even his death in Queen's Bench Prison, on +September 23, 1707, was romanticized into another instance of martyrdom. +"... <i>he liv'd and dy'd</i>," announced the Country-man of <i>The +Observator</i>, "<i>for the Service of his Country</i>." Tutchin's followers +dramatized his death as the result of a politically-inspired thrashing +which "six ruffians" administered to him, in revenge for slanderous +remarks made in <i>The Observator</i> against Vice-Admiral Sir Thomas +Dilkes.<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> The "<i>Pulchrum Est Pro Patria Mori</i>" portrait, reprinted here +as the frontispiece, was circulated to attest to Tutchin's political +martyrdom. However, as the autopsy-report demonstrates and as Muddiman +rightly concludes, "Tutchin really died from a specific disease +and not from the thrashing undergone seven months before his death."<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a></p> + +<p>The young man of twenty four who went off to join Monmouth's +forces had already published, in 1685, <i>Poems on Several Occasions. +With a Pastoral. To Which is Added, A Discourse of Life</i>. In the preface, +writing like a fashionable man-about-town, Tutchin describes the +lyrics, translations, and satires of this volume as "trifles" which he +had let circulate and had now secured "by promising to Print them." +The book shows the variety in poetic kinds that one would expect in +a young writer who had been drinking deeply of Lord Rochester, Waller, +Cowley, the Earl of Roscommon, Oldham, and Dryden. Juvenalian +satires reminiscent of Oldham are neatly balanced by memorial verses +to Oldham and Rochester, late metaphysical lyrics ("And why in red +dost thou appear"), classical dialogues ("Cleopatra to Anthony"), +translations of Horace, and the well-turned "autobiographical" couplets +of "A Letter to A Friend." In its variety and themes, <i>Poems +on Several Occasions</i> resembles Oldham's <i>Works</i>, which was published +twice in 1684. Tutchin's "The Tory Catch," like Oldham's "A Dithyrambick. +A Drunkard's Speech in a Mask," has a speaker who ironically +brags of the social misconduct which the author satirizes. "A +Letter to a Friend" is a skillfully exaggerated account of the attractions +and dangers in rhyming. Although perhaps autobiographical in +<span class='pagenum'>- iv -</span>part, the poem also imitates the long-standing tradition derived from +Horace's first Epistle of Book I, and revived most recently in Oldham's +"A Letter from the Country to a Friend in Town."<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> Both "The +Tory Catch" and "A Letter to a Friend" are reprinted here from <i>Poems +on Several Occasions</i>.</p> + +<p>Tutchin's first book shows two impulses: the awkwardly lyrical +and the directly satiric. He feels compelled, in the Preface, to defend +his choice of less serious subjects. His light poems do not, +"in the least, detract from <i>Virtue</i>; since I have Read the <i>Poems</i> of +<i>Beza</i>, <i>Heinsius</i>, our own <i>Donne</i>, <i>&c.</i>" He promises to turn to "some +Graver Subject." There are other equally significant comments in a +Preface that reveals a great deal about changing literary taste. In +"To the Memory of Mr. John Oldham," Tutchin curiously avoids the +main subject of Dryden's finer elegy, namely, Oldham's achievement +in rough satire. His praise is that "<i>Crashaw</i> and <i>Cowley</i> both did live +in thee." However, in his "Satyr Against Vice" and "Satyr Against +Whoring," Tutchin has already learned the art of declaiming, from +the poet who has been called "the English Juvenal," John Oldham.</p> + +<p>In the years between 1685 and 1707, Tutchin's separate poems +were mainly occasional and satirical. Panegyric for William III +dominates such an early piece as <i>An Heroic Poem upon the Late +Expedition of His Majesty</i> (1689), and hatred for the Stuarts possesses +a later poem like <i>The British Muse: or Tyranny Expos'd</i> (1701). In +<i>Civitas Militaris</i> (1690) Tutchin engages in city politics. The elegy +on the death of Queen Mary irritated Defoe enough to have "<i>T——n</i>" +placed among the "Pindarick Legions" in <i>The Pacificator</i> (1700). +Two poems, however,—<i>The Earth-quake of Jamaica</i> (1692) and <i>Whitehall +in Flames</i> (1698)—differ from the others in that they are Cowleyan +"Pindaricks" moralizing on disasters. <i>The Earth-quake of +Jamaica</i> is reprinted here to illustrate Tutchin's descriptive talent. +He starts with an actual event, the Jamaican disaster of June 7, 1692; +and then, as the epigraph on the title page suggests, he presents a +variation on Horace's rejection of "senseless Epicureanism," in +Ode 34 of Book I. <i>The Earth-quake of Jamaica</i> may have been worked +over longer than was customary. It was published shortly before +December 10, the manuscript date on Narcissus Luttrell's copy now +in the Houghton Library. Some six months earlier, in the late morning +of June 7, the earthquake had erupted in Port Royal, the "boom" port +on the south side of the island. In three schocks lasting less than +three minutes, the famed capital of the buccaneers had fallen. News +<span class='pagenum'>- v -</span>of the disaster did not reach London until August 9. The earthquake +then became one of the most widely discussed events. The <i>London +Gazette</i> ran stories on it, scientists like Sir Hans Sloane published +eye-witness accounts in the <i>Philosophical Transactions</i> of the Royal +Society, the moralists declared God's wrath had come upon the wickedest +place in Christendom, and "the actors of the drolls" in Southwark +Fair even mockingly re-enacted the event until the Lord Mayor +put a stop to the performances.<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a></p> + +<p>If contemporary accounts of the Port Royal earthquake are compared +with <i>The Earth-quake of Jamaica</i>, the reader becomes impressed +by Tutchin's way of adapting the well-known details to a moral comment +on life. His scenes are indeed graphic, but they do not have the +immediacy of such eye-witness accounts as the following, preserved +by Luttrell:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I cannot sufficiently represent the terrible circumstances +that attended it; the earth swelled with a +dismal humming noise, the houses fell, the earth +opened in many places, the graves gave up some of +their dead, the tomb stones ratled together; at last +the earth sunk below the water, and the sea overwhelmed +great numbers of people, whose shreiks +and groanes made a lamentable eccho: the earth +opened both behind and before me within 2 foot of +my feet, and that place on which I stood trembled +exceedingly; the water immediately boyled up upon +the opening of the earth, but it pleased God to preserve +me....<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></p></div> + +<p>Tutchin's aim is to compare vulnerable nature with vulnerable man: +"Can humane Race / Stand on their / Legs when Nature Reels?" He +sees in the disaster a challenge for English sinners to repent: the +"Hurricane of Fate" wails on "murder'd <i>Cornish</i>." He had not yet +forgotten the Monmouth adventure. For he alludes here to the act of +Parliament passed in 1689 reversing the attainder of Henry Cornish, +the alderman who had been brutally executed in 1685 for high treason +through participating in the Rye House Plot and attaching himself to +the Duke of Monmouth. For Tutchin, politics were always relevant.</p> + +<p>Tutchin's true forte is not the descriptive poem, but satire. Poems +published in the years 1696 to 1705—from <i>A Pindarick Ode</i> to +<span class='pagenum'>- vi -</span> +<i>The Tackers</i>—exploit the satirical impulse that had been latent in <i>Poems +on Several Occasions</i>. Increasingly he turns to general denunciation +and thinly disguised lampoon. Of the two main Augustan traditions +in satire—the "fine raillery" that Dryden perfected and the rough satire +that reached back to Donne, Cleveland, and Oldham—Tutchin belongs +to the latter. Defoe found him to be "so woundy touchy, and so willing +to quarrel," and noted that "Want of Temper was his capital +Error."<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> The specific circumstance that produced <i>A Pindarick Ode, +in the Praise of Folly and Knavery</i> (1696), reprinted here, is generally +said to be his dismissal from the victualling office because he +failed to establish his case that the commissioners mismanaged public +funds. Such corruption in the administration would soon transform +a deep admiration for William III into the disenchantment of <i>The Foreigners</i> +(1700). That Tutchin was uneasy in his effort to write satire +in the mode of Dryden is suggested by his abandonment of irony after +the first part of <i>A Pindarick Ode</i>. In his introductory verses, Benjamin +Bridgwater accurately observes that Erasmus' <i>Ironia</i> no longer +suffices:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This hard'ned Age do's rougher Means require,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We must be <i>Cupp'd</i> and <i>Cauteriz'd</i> with <i>Fire</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Echoing Dryden's <i>Mac Flecknoe</i>, Tutchin invites Dullness and "Immortal +<i>Nonsence</i>" to inspire his ironic praise of the folly and knavery +that now ride roughshod over such traditional values as learning, +love, wit, and patriotism. A few of the lines have the moving quality +of Augustan satire at its best:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Did e'er the old or new Philosophy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make a Man splendid live, or wealthy die?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The irony of <i>A Pindarick Ode</i> does not adequately mask the denunciation. +In Stanza X, it is even replaced by the antiquated Hero's +diatribe against "our modern Knavish Arts"—never to return to the +rest of the poem. Doubtless, the indictment of the "nefarious Brood +at Home" that grows rich in wartime was the heart of the satire. +Defoe hinted at this motive in the satirical vignette of Tutchin as +Shamwhig, which appeared in the first edition of <i>The True-Born +Englishman</i> (1700):</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'>- vii -</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As Proud as Poor, his Masters he'll defy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And writes a <i>Piteous *Satyr</i> upon Honesty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some think the Poem had been pretty good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>If he the Subject had but understood</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He got Five hundred Pence by this, and more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>As sure as he had ne're a Groat before</i>.<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Tutchin's satire would be henceforth the rough variety. In <i>The +Foreigners</i> he would also resort to fierce lampoons of William III's +court favorites.</p> + +<p>In the rash of satires that followed <i>The Foreigners</i> and <i>The True-Born +Englishman</i>, the anonymous author of <i>The Fable of the Cuckoo</i> +(1701) pointed to the common tradition shared by both poems. For he +attacked Defoe's "hatchet muse" as having been inspired by such +"Modern Sharpers of the Town" as Tutchin and "Old[ha]m the Bell-weather +of Tory Faction," who first horned Defoe's satire, "And ever +since perverted all good Nature." Advertised in <i>The Flying Post</i> for +July 31-Aug. 1, 1700, <i>The Foreigners</i> was published shortly thereafter +by the ardent Whig Anne Baldwin. The "vile abhor'd Pamphlet, in +very ill Verse, written by one <i>Mr. Tutchin</i>, and call'd <i>The Foreigners</i>"—Defoe +recalled years later in <i>An Appeal to Honour and Justice</i> +(1715)—filled him "with a kind of Rage." Tutchin's irascible temper +had again taken hold. Scurrilously, he assailed foreigners in high +office, especially William III's Dutch favorites, for their monopolizing +preferments and usurping command, under such transparent aliases as +"Bentir" for William Bentinck, first Earl of Portland, and "Keppech" +for Arnold Joost van Keppel, first Earl of Albemarle. The manner was +Dryden's in <i>Absalom and Achitophel</i>; the venom was Tutchin's own. +Official reaction to <i>The Foreigners</i> came quickly. The untrustworthy +William Fuller spread the gossip that Tutchin fled from his Majesty's +messengers, and found refuge "in a blind Ale-house, at the Windmill, +by Mr. Bowyers, at Camberwel." On August 10th, he was taken "into +custody of a messenger"; and at the grand inquest for the city of +London, held on August 28th, there was presented "a Poem called +<i>The Foreigners</i>."<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> A mystery envelops the rest of the legal proceedings. +There may even be some truth in the allegation that the parry +would long since have "ruffled" Tutchin, except that he pleased them +with his "railing at King <i>William's</i> Friends sometimes."<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> <i>The +Foreigners</i> also aroused such ephemeral rejoinders as <i>The Reverse: +or, the Tables Turn'd</i> and <i>The Nations: An Answer to the Foreigners</i>. +<span class='pagenum'>- viii -</span>both published in 1700. Finally, in January of 1701, there was published +a satire of more lasting worth, Defoe's <i>The True-Born Englishman</i>. +Side by side, in <i>Poems on Affairs of State</i> (1703), were reprinted +<i>The Foreigners</i> and <i>The True-Born Englishman</i> among verses +"<i>Written by the Greatest Wits of this Age</i>."<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> Altogether, the two +satirists had three poems apiece in the volume. One of Tutchin's +poems, "The Tribe of Levi" (1691), was anonymously reprinted; the +other two, <i>The Foreigners</i> and <i>The British Muse</i>, were identified as +"by Mr. <i>T——n</i>." These were the achievements of Tutchin's "hatchet +muse."</p> + +<p>The poems are reprinted from copies in libraries of the U.S. and +Great Britain. I am obligated to The Houghton Library for <i>Poems on +Several Occasions</i> and <i>The Earth-quake of Jamaica</i>, to Yale University +Library for <i>The Foreigners</i>, and to the British Museum for <i>A +Pindarick Ode, in the Praise of Folly and Knavery</i>. For permission +to reproduce the "<i>Pulchrum Est Pro Patria Mori</i>" portrait of John +Tutchin as the frontispiece, I wish to express my thanks to the +Trustees of the British Museum.</p> + +<p style='text-align: right'> +Spiro Peterson<br /> +Miami University<br /> +Oxford, Ohio<br /> +</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'>- ix -</span></p> + +<h3>NOTES TO THE INTRODUCTION</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <i>The Dunciad</i>, ed. James Sutherland (The Twickenham Edition, +Methuen & Co., Ltd., 1943), pp. 115-18.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Tutchin's birth-year is variously given. The Van der Gucht +engraving and the authentic <i>Elegy</i> of Tutchin's death state that +he died "Aged 44"; but the mock <i>Elegy</i>, falsely claiming to be +"Written by the Author of the Review," gives his age to be 47. +In <i>The Observator</i> (Oct. 20-23, 1703), Tutchin implied that he +was "Born some years after the Restoration of King <i>Charles</i> the +2d." His certificate of marriage to Elizabeth Hicks on Sept. 30, +1686 places his age then at twenty-five, and supports the birth-year +1661, as given in the <i>DNB</i>. See also <i>The Observator</i>, May +17-20, 1704; July 8-12, 1704; and July 24-28, 1703. One of +Tutchin's enemies charged that he was born in the north of England +(<i>An Account of the Birth, Education, Life and Conversation of ... +the Observator</i>, 1705); and another, that his father was "a Scot, +canting Presbyterian Sot" (<i>The Picture of the Observator</i>, 1704).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <i>The Observator</i>, June 2-6, 1705. Tutchin stated, in <i>The Case, +Trial, and Sentence</i>, that Judge Jeffreys had "a true Account" of +his activities in Holland. See J. G. Muddiman, ed., <i>The Bloody +Assizes</i> (Toronto, [1929]), p. 137.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Muddiman, pp. 136-37. <i>The Case, Trial, and Sentence</i> is reprinted +as a true record in T. B. Howell's <i>A Complete Collection of +State Trials</i> (London, 1812), XIV, 1195-200, but as a highly questionable +document in Muddiman, pp. 137-46.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Muddiman, p. 219.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <i>The History of England</i>, ed. C. H. Firth (London, 1914), II, 639. +Insofar as the <i>DNB</i> article on Tutchin relies on Macaulay, it is +erroneous.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Shortly after Tutchin's death, the Country-man of <i>The Observator</i> +lauded his beloved master as "an Officer in the Army," and addressed +him "Captain Tutchin," as did the mock <i>Elegy</i> and the +friendly Dunton.</p></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'>- x -</span></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> Narcissus Luttrell, <i>A Brief Historical Relation of State Affairs</i> +(Oxford, 1857), V, 257; <i>Manuscripts of the Marquis of Bath</i> +(H.M.C., London, 1904), I, 105-06.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> The authorship of the Calves-Head anthems is assigned to +Tutchin in <i>The Reverse: or, the Tables Turn'd</i> (1700), p. 7, +and to both Tutchin and Benjamin Bridgwater in <i>The Examination, +Tryal, and Condemnation of Rebellion Observator</i> (1703), +p. 17. See also Howard William Troyer, <i>Ned Ward of Grubstreet</i> +(Harvard University Press, 1946), pp. 110, 117.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <i>The Life and Errors of John Dunton</i> (London, 1818), I, 356.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> See <i>The Observator</i>, Jan. 4-8, 1707, and "Postscript"; Jan. 12-15, +1707; and Sept. 20-24, 1707.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> Pp. 12-13. See also <i>The Observator</i>, Sept. 27-Oct. 1, 1707, and +William Bragg Ewald, <i>Rogues, Royalty, and Reporters</i> (Boston, +[1954]), p. 14.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> For the two Oldham pieces, see <i>Poems of John Oldham</i>, introd. +Bonamy Dobrée (Southern Illinois University Press, [c. 1960]) +pp. 50-54, 72-79.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <i>The Diary of John Evelyn</i>, ed. E. S. de Beer, 6 vols. (Oxford, +1955), V, 115; Luttrell, II, 565; W. Adolphe Roberts, <i>Jamaica: +the Portrait of an Island</i> (New York, [c. 1955]), pp. 44-45; +and Mary Manning Carley, <i>Jamaica: the Old and the New</i> +(London, [c. 1963]), pp. 34-36, 157-58.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Luttrell's entry for Aug. 13, 1692 (II, 539).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <i>Review</i>, IV (Sept. 7, 1706) and IV (Nov. 20, 1707).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> Defoe's gloss on "<i>Piteous Satyr</i>" is "Satyr in Praise of Folly +and Knavery." (<i>The True-Born Englishman</i>, 1700, p. 37.) +Since he regards this as the title of the "<i>Satyr</i> upon <i>Honesty</i>," +Defoe may be confusing <i>A Pindarick Ode</i> with Tutchin's next +satire, <i>A Search after Honesty</i> (1697).</p></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'>- xi -</span></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <i>Mr. William Fuller's Letter to Mr. John Tutchin</i> (1703), p. 7; +Luttrell, V, 676, 683; <i>The Proceedings of the King's Commission +of the Peace, and Oyer and Terminer and Goal Delivery of Newgate +... the 28th, 29th, 30th and 31st Days of August 1700</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> "A Dialogue between a Dissenter and the Observator," in <i>A +Collection of the Writings of the Author of the True-Born Englishman</i> +(1703), p. 227.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> II, 1-6, 7-46.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 80%;"> +<img src="images/img14.jpg" width="100%" alt="John Tutchin" title="John Tutchin" /> +<span class="caption">M<sup>r.</sup> <span class="smcap">John Tutchin</span></span> +<p class="center"><i>Dy'd Sept<sup>ber</sup> 23<sup>d</sup> 1707. Aged 44.</i></p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'>21</span></p> +<div class='bbox'> +<h1>POEMS</h1> +<h4>ON</h4> +<h3>Several Occasions.</h3> +<h4>WITH A</h4> +<h2>PASTORAL</h2> + +<div class="bt"></div> +<h4>To which is Added, A</h4> +<h2>DISCOURSE</h2> +<h4>OF</h4> +<h1>LIFE</h1> + +<div class="bt"></div> + +<h3>By <i>JOHN TUTCHIN</i>.</h3> +<div class="bt"></div> + +<h4><i>LONDON</i>,</h4> +<h4> +Printed by J. L. for <i>Jonathan Greenwood</i>, at the<br /> +<i>Black Raven</i> in the <i>Poultry</i>, near the<br /> +<i>Old Jury</i>. MDCLXXXV. +</h4> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>22</span></p> + + +<h4>THE</h4> +<h1>Tory Catch.</h1> + + +<p class="cen">I.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A Friend of mine, and I did follow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Cart and Six, with Brandy fraught;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We sate us down, and up did swallow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each a Gallon at a draught:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sober Sot can't drink with us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May kiss coy Wine with <i>Tantalus</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">II.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With Musick fit for Serenading,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We did ramble to and fro;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to Drink and Masquerading,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till we cannot stand nor go;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One Leg by <i>Bacchus</i> was quite lamed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tother <i>Venus</i> had defamed.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">III.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At the Tavern we did whisk it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And full Pipes did empty drain:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>23</span><span class="i0">We eat Pint-Pots instead of Bisket,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And piss'd 'em melted out again:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We beat the Vintner, kiss'd his Wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kill'd three Drawers in the strife.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">IV.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the Street we found some Bullies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to make our valour known,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We call'd 'em Fops, and silly Cullies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And knock'd the foremost of 'em down:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with praise to end the Fray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We, like good Souldiers, ran away.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">V.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To the Play-House we descended,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For to get a grain of Wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our own with Wine was so defended.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We sate spuing in the Pit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Mongst Drunken Lords and Whoring Ladies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see such sights whose only Trade is.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>64</span></p> +<h4>A</h4> +<h2>LETTER</h2> +<h4>TO A</h4> +<h1>FRIEND.</h1> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thanks for your Praises! were they due, I wou'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pamper my self with Joy, and think 'em Good.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loaden with Laurels for mine unknown Art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You paint me Great, although beneath Desert.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if <i>Macenas</i> had a lasting Fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because the best of Poets us'd his Name;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Merit justly may to me belong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because 'tis sung by your all-skilful Tongue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft have I blam'd my Stars, that I should be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plagu'd with this soft deluding <i>Poetry</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Charming <i>Mistress</i> that has kept my Heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quite from a Child, by her bewitching Art.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>65</span><span class="i0">From her glad Fountain I can always find<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A pleasing Philtre to make <i>Phillis</i> kind:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For tell me that coy <i>Maid</i> could ever be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cruel, when urg'd by Charming <i>Poesie</i>?<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Verse</i> is the <i>Poet's</i> Beauty, Wealth and Wit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what soft <i>Virgin</i> won't be won by it?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, wearied with Delight, I always try<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against this Spell to find a Remedy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By good <i>Divinity</i> I think to find<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Soveraign Remedy for Soul and Mind:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But then, with Holy Flame, I strait do burn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all to <i>Hymns</i>, and <i>Sacred Anthems</i> turn.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, when the Night does waking Thoughts redress,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Guardian Angels with our Souls converse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To busie Mortals is the sleeping Time;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dream and slumber all the Night in Rhyme.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then puzling <i>Logick</i> next I take in hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But this, Alas! can't <i>Poesie</i> withstand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Barbara</i>, <i>Celarent</i>, I with Ease express,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yoke rough <i>Ergo's</i> into well-made <i>Verse</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Faithless Lover's <i>Syllogism</i> tries;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I by stout <i>Logick</i> find their <i>Fallacies</i>.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>66</span><span class="i0">Then <i>Scheibler</i>, <i>Suarez</i>, <i>Bellarmine</i> I get,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sound the depth of <i>Metaphysick</i> wit:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Streight, in a fret, I damn 'em all at once,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vow they are as dull as <i>Zabarel</i> or <i>Dunce</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Credit me, <i>Sir</i>, no greater plague can be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than to be poison'd with mad <i>Poetrie</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Pocky Letchers, who have got a Clap,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And paid the <i>Doctor</i> for the dear mishap;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But newly eased of their nausceous pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Return unto their wanton Sin again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Poets be they plague'd with naughty Verse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They never value good nor bad success:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or be they trebly damn'd, they will prefer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their next vile scribling to the <i>Theater</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well might the Audience, with their hisses, damn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Bawdy Sot that late wrote <i>Limberham</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But yet you see, the Stage he will command,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hold the Laurel in's polluted Hand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In slothful ease, a while I took delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thought all Poets mad that us'd to write.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So long I kept from Verse, I thought I'd lost<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Versing Vein, and of my Fortune boast:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But having tryal made, I quickly found<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My store renew'd, in numbers strong and sound<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>67</span><span class="i0">With ease my happy fancies come and go,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Rivulets do from <i>Parnassus</i> flow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then finding that in vain I long had try'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Poet</i> from the <i>Tutchin</i> to divide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I charming <i>Poesie</i> make my delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And propagate the humor still to Write.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Our new Divines do alter not one jot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From what their Tribe in older times have wrot;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Except, like <i>Parker</i>, to have something new,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They broach new Doctrines, either false or true:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A Publick Conscience</i>, which for nought does pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But proves the Writer is a publick Ass;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who the new Philosophick world have told,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have for a new but varnish'd o're the old.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all Poetick Phancy can't draw dry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' unfathom'd Wells of deepest Poesie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Bifront Hill</i> is always stout and strong;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Muses</i> still are handsome, always young.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The clearest streams of Chrystal <i>Helicon</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do o're the Pebles in sweet Rhymings run.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why then should you, <i>Dear Sir</i>, (that have pretence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the extreamest bounds of Wit and Sense)<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>68</span><span class="i0">Lay by your Quills and hold your Tune-ful Tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While all the witty want your pleasing Song?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once more renew those Lays that gave delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That chear the Day, and glad the gloomy Night:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May with your dying breath your Verses end;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus prays your constant, and<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p style='text-align: right'> +<i>Your truest Friend</i>,<br /> +<br /> +<i>J. T.</i><br /> +</p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[1]</span></p> +<h3>THE</h3> +<h2>EARTH-QUAKE</h2> +<h4>OF</h4> +<h1>JAMAICA,</h1> + +<h4>Describ'd in a</h4> +<h2>Pindarick Poem.</h2> + + +<p> </p> +<h3>By Mr. TUTCHIN.</h3> +<p> </p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"> +<i> +<span class="i0">——namq; Diespiter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Igni corusco nubila dividens<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Plerumq; per purum tonantes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Egit Equos volucremq; currum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quo bruta Tellus & vaga flumina,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quo Styx, & invisi horrida Tænari<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sedes, Atlanteusq; finis<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Concutitur. Valet ima summis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mutare,——<br /></span> +</i></div> + +<p style='text-align: right'>Horat. lib. I. Ode 34.</p> +</div> + + +<p> </p> +<h3><i>L O N D O N</i>,</h3> + +<h4>Printed, and are to be sold by <i>R. Baldwin</i>, near the<br /> +<i>Oxford-Arms</i> in <i>Warwick-lane</i>, 1692.</h4> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[2]</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[3]</span></p> +<h4>THE</h4> +<h2>Earthquake of Jamaica</h2> +<h4>Describ'd in a POEM.</h4> + + +<p class="cen">I.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Well may our Lives bear an uncertain date;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Disturb'd with Maladies within,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Without by cross Events of Fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The worst of Plagues on Mortals wait,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pride, Ignorance and Sin.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">If our ancient Mother Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Who gave us all untimely Birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Such strong Hysterick Passion feels;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">If Orbs are from their Axles torn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And Mountains into Valleys worn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All in a moments space,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Can humane Race<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Stand on their Legs when Nature Reels?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unhappy Man! in all things cross'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On every giddy Wave of Fortune toss'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">The only thing that aims at Sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And yet capricious Fate must still Obey;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Travels for Wealth to Foreign Lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O're scorching Mountains, and o're desart Sands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Laden with Gold, when homeward bound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is in one vast impetuous Billow drown'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Or if he reaches to the Shoar,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And there unlades his Oar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Builds Towns and Houses which may last and stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thinking no Wealth so sure as firm Land;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet Fate the Animal does still pursue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This slides from underneath his Feet, and leaves him too.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[4]</span></p> + +<p class="cen">II.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Environ'd with Ten Thousand Fears we live,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For Fate do's seldom a just warning give;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quicker than Thought its dire Resolves are made,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And swift as Lightning flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Around the vast extended Skies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All things are by its Bolts in vast Confusion laid.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sometimes a Flaming Comet does appear,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Whose very Visage does pronounce,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Decay of Kingdoms, and the Fall of Crowns,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Intestine War, or Pestilential Year;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sometimes a Hurricane of Fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Does on some great Mans Exit wait,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A murder'd <i>Cornish</i>, or some <i>Hercules</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When from their Trunks Almighty <i>Jove</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who breaks with Thunder weighty Clouds above,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To Honour these<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Large Pines and Oaks does Lop,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in a Whirlwind lays 'em upon <i>Oeta</i>'s Top.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">E're this vast Orb shall unto Chaos turn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And with Consuming Flames shall burn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">An Angel Trumpeter shall come,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Whose Noise shall shake the Massie Ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In one short moment shall express,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">His Notes to the whole Universe;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The very Dead shall hear his Sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And from their Graves repair,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To the impartial Bar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those that have been in the deep Ocean drown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall at his Call come to receive their Doom.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">III.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">But here, alas! no Omens fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No secret Whisper of their Destiny<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was heard; none cou'd divine<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When Fate wou'd spring the Mine:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Safe and secure the Mortals go,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not dreaming of a Hell below;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[5]</span><span class="i0">In the dark Caverns of the gloomy Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where suffocating Sulphur has its Birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And sparkling Nitre's made,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where <i>Vulcan</i> and his <i>Cyclops</i> prove;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Thunderbolts they make for <i>Jove</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here <i>Æolus</i> his Winds has laid,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Here is his Windy Palace, here 'tis said<br /></span> +<span class="i1">His Race of little puffing Gods are bred,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Which serve for Bellows to blow up the Flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The dire ingredients are in order plac'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Which must anon lay Towns and Cities waste.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strait the black Engineer of Heaven came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His Match a Sun-beam was,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He swift as Time unto the Train did pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It soon took Fire; The Fire and Winds contend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But both concur the Vaulted Earth to rend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It upwards rose, and then it downwards fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aiming at Heaven, it sunk to Hell:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Neighb'ring Seas now own no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sturdy Bulwarks of the Shoar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The gaping Earth and greedy Sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Are both contending for the Prey;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Those whom the rav'nous Earth had ta'ne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into her Bowels back again<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are wash't from thence by the insulting Main.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">IV.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Old and Young receive alike their Doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Cowards and the Brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Are buried in one Grave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Fate allows 'em all one Common Tomb.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Aged and the Wise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lose all their Reason in the great Surprise.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They know not where to go,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet they dare not stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There's Fire and Smoak below,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Earth gaping to receive the Prey:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If to the Houses Top they Crawl,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These tumble too, and downwards fall:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[6]</span><span class="i2">And if they fly into the Street,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There grizly Death they meet;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All in a hurry dye away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wicked had not time to pray.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Soldier once cou'd teach grim Death to kill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In vain is all his Skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In vain he brandisheth his Steel:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No more the Art of War must teach,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lyes Fates Trophy underneath the Breach:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The good Companions now no more Carouse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They share the Fate of the declining House,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Healths to their Friends their Bumpers Crown'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But while they put the Glasses round,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Death steps between the Cup and lip,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor would it let 'em take one parting Sip.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">V.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Mine is sprung, and a large Breach is made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereat strong Troops of Warring Seas invade;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">These overflow;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where Houses stood and Grass did grow,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">All sorts of Fish resort:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They had Dominions large enough before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But now unbounded by the Shoar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They o're the Tops of Houses sport.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Watry Fry their Legions do extend,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And for the new slain Prey contend;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Within the Houses now they roam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into their Foe, the very Kitchen, come.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">One does the Chimney-hearth assail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another slaps the Kettle with his slimy Tail.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No Image there of Death is seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No Cook-maid does obstruct their Sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They have entirely got the day.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Those who have once devour'd been<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By Mankind, now on Man do Feed:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus Fate decides, and steps between,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sometimes gives the Slave the Victors meed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Beauteous Virgins whom the Gods might love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cou'd not the Curse of Heav'n remove;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[7]</span><span class="i2">Their goodness might for Crimes Atone,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Inexorable Death spares none.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their tender Flesh lately so plump and good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is now made Fishes and Sea-monsters Food;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">In vain they cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heav'n is grown Deaf, and no Petition hears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Sighs are answer'd like their Lovers Pray'rs,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">They in the Universal Ruin lye.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">VI.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor is inexorable Fate content<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To ruine one poor Town alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More Mischief by the Blow is done:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Death's on a farther Message sent.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Fate a Garrison does Sack,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very Suburbs do partake<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of Martial Law,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its Forces draw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To every Mountain, Field and Wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They Ravage all the Neighbourhood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worse than the weak Assaults of Steel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its Instruments of Death all places feel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They undiscover'd, like fell Poison kill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its Warriours fierce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Earth, the Air, and Men do pierce;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mounted, fight upon the winged Winds.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here a great Mountain in a Valley's thrown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there a Valley to a Mountain grown.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very Breath of an incensed God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes even proud <i>Olympus</i> Nod.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chang'd is the Beauty of the fruitful Isle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And its fair Woods lopp'd for its Funeral Pile.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moving Earth forms it self in Waves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Curls its Surface like the Rowling Seas;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst Man (that little thing) so vainly Raves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing but Heaven can its own Wrath appease.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">VII.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But Fate at length thought fit to leave its Toil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And greedy Death was glutted with the Spoil.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[8]</span><span class="i0">As weary Soldiers having try'd their Steel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half drown'd with Blood, do then desist to kill.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">More Ruin wou'd a second Deluge make,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blot out the Name of the unhappy Isle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It fares with her as when in Martial Field,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resolv'd and Brave, and loath to yield,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Two num'rous Armies do contend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with repeated Shouts the Air do Rend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst the affrighted Earth does shake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some large Battalions are entirely lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Warring Squadrons from the mighty Host:<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Here by a Shot does fall<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Some Potent General;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And near to him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another loses but a Limb.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Part of the Island was a Prey to Fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the rest do's but prolong its date,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">'Till injur'd Heav'n finds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its Bolts a Terror strike on humane Minds;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sure we may hope the Sinners there Repent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since it has made their lewdest Priest Relent.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>F I N I S.</h4> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[5]</span></p> +<div class='bbox'> +<h4>A</h4> + +<h1>Pindarick ODE,</h1> + +<h5>IN THE</h5> + +<h2>PRAISE</h2> + +<h5>OF</h5> + +<h3><i>Folly</i> and <i>Knavery</i>.</h3> + +<div class="bt"></div> +<h4>By Mr. <i>TUTCHIN</i>.</h4> +<div class="bt"></div> + +<h4><i>L O N D O N</i>,<br /> + +Printed and Sold by <i>E. W.</i> near <i>Stationers-Hall</i>.<br /> +1696. Price 6<i>d.</i></h4> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[6]</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[7]</span></p> +<h3>A</h3> +<h2>Pindarick ODE</h2> +<h4>In the Praise of</h4> +<h2><i>Folly</i> and <i>Knavery</i>.</h2> + + +<p class="cen">I.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">My humble Muse no Hero Sings,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Nor Acts, nor Funerals of Kings:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The great <i>Maria</i> now no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In Sable Lines she does deplore;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of mighty <i>William</i>'s growing fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">At present must forget the name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet she affects something that is sublime,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And would in <i>Dytherambick</i> strain <span class='rbrace'>}</span><br /></span> +<span class="i1">Attempt to rise, and now disdain <br /></span> +<span class="i1">The Shrubs and Furzes of the Plain: <br /></span> +<span class="i0">He that's afraid to fall, shou'd ne'r pretend to climb.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'>[8]</span></p> +<p class="cen">II.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Let others boast of potent Wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And Summon in the awful <i>Nine</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With all their Aids of Fancy, Humor, Sence,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Fair polish'd Learning, Eloquence,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And call their gawdy works Divine:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Hov'ring above my Head let <i>dullness</i> sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The only God that's worshipp'd by the Age;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Immortal <i>Nonsence</i> guide my Pen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The Fames of <i>Shakespear</i> and of <i>Ben</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Must warp, before my nobler fire<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To their regardless Tombs retire.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thus Arm'd, with Nonsence, I'll engage<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Both <i>Universities</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And their Pedantick fooleries,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Show the misguided World the Cheat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let <i>Man</i> know that <i>Nonsence</i> makes him Great.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">III.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Almighty <i>Folly</i>! How shall I thy praise<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To Human Understandings raise?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">What shall I do<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Thy worth to shew?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[9]</span><span class="i1">The Glorious Sun, that rules the Day,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Gives vital warmth and life by ev'ry Ray.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His Blessings he in common grants,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Hemlock as to nobler Plants;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy Virtue thou dost circumscribe,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And dost dispence<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Thy influence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But to the Darlings of thy Tribe,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Thou Wealth and Honour dost bestow<br /></span> +<span class="i3">On thy triumphant <i>Fools</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whilst abject Sence do's barefoot go;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So weak's the Learning of the noisie Schools.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">IV.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tell me, ye Learned Sots! who spend your time<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In reading Books,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With thoughtful Heads and meagre Looks,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Learnings Pinacle, who climb<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through the wild Briers of <i>Philosophy</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Thorns of harsh <i>Philology</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The dirty Road where <i>Aristotle</i> went<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Encumber'd with a thousand <i>terms</i><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Uncouth, Unintelligible,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Not by any fancy fathomable,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bringing distracted Minds to harms;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The rankest <i>Hellebore</i> cannot prevent.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[10]</span><span class="i2">Tell me, I say, ye Learn'd Sots!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Did e'r the old or new Philosophy,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Make a Man splendid live, or wealthy die?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' you may think your Notions truer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They'll ne'r advance your Lotts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the Estate of Wise Sir <i>Jonathan</i> the Brewer.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">V.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">A <i>Fool</i>! Heav'ns bless the charming Name,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">So much admir'd in Ages past,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As long as this, and all the World shall last,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Shall be the Subject of Triumphing Fame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A <i>Fool</i>! what mighty wonders has he wrought?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">What mighty Actions done?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Obey'd by all, controul'd by none;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even <i>Love</i> its self is to its Footstool brought.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For t'other day, I met amidst the Throng<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A Lady wealthy, beautiful and young;<br /></span> +<span class="i1"><i>Madam</i>, said I, I wish you double Joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of a ripe Husband and a budding Boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And with my self a sight of him you Wed, <span class='rbrace'>}</span><br /></span> +<span class="i1">The happy Part'ner of your Bridal Bed. <br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sir, she reply'd, I him in Wedlock had; <br /></span> +<span class="i1">Pointing unto an Image by her side,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">An odder Figure no Man e'r espy'd,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[11]</span><span class="i1">Long was his Chin, and carotty his Beard,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">His Eyes sunk in, and high his Nose was rear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A nauseous ugliness possess'd the Tool,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And scarce had Wit enough to be a Fool:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Bless me (thought I) if Fools such fortune get,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Then who (the Devil) wou'd be plagu'd with wit.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">VI.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">View but the Realms of <i>Nonsence</i>, see the State,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Pageant pomp attends the show,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the great God of <i>Dullness</i> does in triumph go,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How splendid and how great<br /></span> +<span class="i1">His num'rous Train of Blockheads do appear?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Almighty <i>Jove</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That governs all above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is but a puny to this Mighty God,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The blustring God of War,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Who with one Nod<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes the Earth tremble from afar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Guarded with puissant Champions stern and bold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That breath Destruction, talk of bloody Jars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have nought but ragged Cloaths to keep off cold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tatter'd Ensigns relicks of the Wars.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[12]</span><span class="i0">The God of <i>Dullness</i> mounted on his Throne<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beneath a Canopy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of fix'd stupidity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prostrate his num'rous Subjects tumble down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They pay obeisance to their gloomy God,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And at his Nod<br /></span> +<span class="i3">They act, they move,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">They hate, they love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They bless, they curse, they swear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For they his Creatures are,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">He amply does his Benefits afford,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For each confirmed Blockhead is a Lord.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">VII.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Then talk no more of Parts and Sence,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For Riches ne'r attend the Wise,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Have you to dullness no pretence,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">You shall to Grandeur never rise;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">He with a gloomy mien Divinely dull,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose very aspect tells the World he is a Fool,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose thicker Skull<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Is proof against each storm of Fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is Born for Glory, and he shall be Great.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[13]</span><span class="i2">Who 'ere wou'd rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or great Preferment get,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Must nere pretend to Wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or be that monstrous, ill shap'd Man call'd Wise;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He must not boast<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of Learning's Value, or its cost;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">But, if he wou'd Preferment have,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He must be much a <i>Fool</i>, or much a <i>Knave</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">VIII.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">A <i>Knave</i>! the finer Creature far,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Tho' of the foolish Race of <i>Issachar</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the unwieldy <i>Bear</i> among her young<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Deform'd, and shapeless Cubs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Finds one more strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Active and sprightly than the rest:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Him she transforms and rubs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And licks into a better shape the Beast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus do's the gloomy God of Folly do,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the insipid Race:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">He do's his num'rous Offspring call, <span class='rbrace'>}</span><br /></span> +<span class="i1">He handles one and feels his Skull; <br /></span> +<span class="i1">If it be thick, he says, Be thou a Fool. <br /></span> +<span class="i1">Another, if about his Face<br /></span> +<span class="i1">He spies a roguish Mein, a cunning Look;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[14]</span><span class="i1">If there appears<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hopes of Falshood in his tender Years,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Good signs of Perjury<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hardn'd Villany;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This for his secret Councils he do's save,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lays on his Paw, and bids him, Be a <i>Knave</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">IX.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A <i>Knave</i>! the elder brother to the <i>Fool</i>:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">His vast Dominions are no less<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Than the whole Universe:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The Lands are bounded by the Sea:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The Seas the sturdy Rocks obey:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Storms do know the Limits of their Rule:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Neither the Land nor Sea this Hero bind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But unconfin'd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O're both he finds a way,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O're both he bears Imperial sway:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His gay Attendants are the Cheat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ruines Kingdoms to be Great.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[15]</span><span class="i2">The fawning, flattring Fop, who creeps<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just like a Spaniel at your Heels,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To some illustrious Knave, who sweeps<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Away a Kingdoms Wealth at once,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And with the Publick Coin his Treasure fills;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Kingdoms work t'enrich the <i>Knave</i> and <i>Dunce</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">X.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Honesty's a Garb we're mock'd in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Only wore by <i>Jews</i> and <i>Turks</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Merit is a Popish Doctrine;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Men have no regard to Works.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Substantial Knavery is a Vertue will<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Your Coffers fill;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And Altars raise,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Unto your Praise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be but a Knave, you'll keep the World in awe,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And fear no Law;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">For no Transgression is,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Where all Men do amiss.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here methinks an antiquated <i>Hero</i> starts,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Surpris'd at my Discourse;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">He starts and boggles like a Horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And damns our modern Knavish Arts.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[16]</span></p> + +<p class="cen">XI.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Vain <i>Youth</i>, he says misguided by a <i>Knave</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">By some dull Blockhead tempted from thy rest;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The worldly Grandeur thou dost vainly crave,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Is nought but Noise and Foolishness at best.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">What Man wou'd quit his Sense,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, the wise Dictates of right Reason's Rule,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">In vain pretence<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To be a rich, a gawdy <i>Fool</i>?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, quit his Honesty, so much despis'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And basely condescend,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To every little Knavish End;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Run headlong into every Cheat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Attempt each Villany to make him Great.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Believe me Youth, (be better now advis'd)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy early Vertues will thy Temples spread, <span class='rbrace'>}</span><br /></span> +<span class="i3">With lasting Lawrels 'round thy Head. <br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall flourish when the Wearers dead. <br /></span> +<span class="i0">I who have always honest been, though poor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In whom the utmost signs of Age appears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sink beneath the Burthen of my Years,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Cou'd never yet adore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Knave or Blockhead, were he ne'er so Great;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, be like to them, to purchase an Estate.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[17]</span></p> + +<p class="cen">XII.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Poor thredbare <i>Vertue</i> ne'er admir'd in Court,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But seeks its Refuge in an honest Mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There it securely dwells,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like <i>Anchorets</i> in Cells,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where no Ambition nor wild Lust resorts:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To love our Country is indeed our Pride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We glory in an honest Action done;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When the Reward is laid aside<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Glory and the Action is our own,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">We seldom find<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Good, the Just, the Brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Have their Reward<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From Princes they did save<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From dire Destruction, or a poisoning Foe;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">They let them go<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Contemn'd, disdain'd; and most regard<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Those Villians sought their overthrow.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As if the Just, the Brave, the Good,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were but a <i>Bridge</i> of Wood<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To waft to great Preferments o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Those, who were our foes before,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[18]</span><span class="i0">And then be tumbl'd down like useless Logs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While those, who just pass'd o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the obliging Bridge shou'd thank,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Do scornfully stand grinning on the Bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see the venerable Ruines float<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Adrift upon the Stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Contemn'd by them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who give the Childrens Bread unto the Dogs;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>In vain</i>, says he, <i>we've fought</i>——<br /></span> +<span class="i3">But at this Word<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He fiercely look'd, and then he grasp'd his Sword.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">XIII.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pity it is, he said, this Sword of mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of late so gloriously did shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In Foreign Fields 'midst Show'rs of Blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With which I've cut my Passage through<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The Snowy <i>Alps</i> and <i>Pyrenean</i> Hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Death the Land with vast Destruction fills,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Mongst Warriors, who<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Venture their Lives for their dear Countries good,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Should now be laid aside<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[19]</span><span class="i1">'Mongst Rubbish Iron old,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">From reaking Blood scarce cold;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or else converted to a <i>Knife</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For some damn'd Villain first to cut<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A Princes Bread, and next his Throat:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In vain we venture to preserve his Life,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In vain to Foreign Fields we come,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In vain to Foreign Force alli'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">If a nefarious Brood at Home<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Embarrass his Affairs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Prolong the Wars,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Only t' enrich his Enemies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weaken his Government, and his Allies.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">XIV.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis strange a Prince, shou'd ere a <i>Fool</i> preferr,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To be an Officer!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A <i>Knave</i> may serve an unjust Government,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">But ne'er prevent<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Those Mischiefs may attend the just:<br /></span> +<span class="i3">For who would trust<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A Villain may be bought by Gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unless design'd on purpose to be sold?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If Princes wou'd use <i>Fools</i> as Shop-men do<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Their Signs or Boards of show,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[20]</span><span class="i1">To tell the passers by there's better stuff<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Within, 'tis rational enough.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But to set Centry at the Door, <span class='rbrace'>}</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A Patriot or a Senator, <br /></span> +<span class="i2">Philosopher or Orator, <br /></span> +<span class="i1">To tell the Passers by their is within,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A <i>Merry Andrew</i> to be seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is very much ridiculous,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Tho' to our grief we often find it thus.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Thus Princes Bastardize<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their Countries Sons Legitimate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And give the fair Estate<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto a Spurious Brood,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That ne'er did good;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The honest Work, the <i>Knave</i> enjoys the Prize.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">XV.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">A Government adorn'd with Fools,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Empty Trifles, useless Tools,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Looks like a Toy-Shop gloriously bedeckt<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With gawdy gewgaws, Childrens play things,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Painted Babies, Tinsel Creatures,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wooden Folk, with Human features,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Made just for show, and no advantage brings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And prove of no effect.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[21]</span><span class="i2">It dwindles to a <i>Raree-Show</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In which no Man must act a Part<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the dull <i>Blockhead</i> and the <i>Beau</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The huffing <i>Fop</i> without a Heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">What Wise Man would a Journey take<br /></span> +<span class="i1">On a dull Steed has broke his Back?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or have recourse<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto a <i>Hobby-Horse</i>?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Those act by such wise Rules,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who prop Just Princes by a Tyrant's Tools.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="cen">XVI.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Surely the Genius of a fruitful Isle<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Is either lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Or what is worst,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Murder'd by those who shou'd support her Fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Add Glory to her Name;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The Heavens themselves have cast an angry look,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Seldom the Glorious Sun does shine<br /></span> +<span class="i3">But Veils its face Divine.<br /></span> +<span class="i1"><i>Jove</i> does misguide the Seasons every Year;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Nought can we read in Nature's Book,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To reap her Fruits scarce worth our while.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>[22]</span><span class="i4">Our Mother Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">From whose unhappy Womb,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We Mortals come,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ne'er shows a Glorious Birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">But proves abortive as our Actions are;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Nought have we left but hope,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just like the Blind at Noon we grope:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The number of our Sins we must fulfil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if we're sav'd, it is against our will.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>F I N I S.</i></h4> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>1</span></p> +<h4>THE</h4> +<h2>FOREIGNERS.</h2> + +<h4>A</h4> +<h1>P O E M.</h1> + + +<h4>P A R T I.</h4> + +<p> </p> + +<h5><i>L O N D O N</i>,<br /> +Printed for <i>A. Baldwin</i> in <i>Warwicklane</i>,<br /> +MDCC.</h5> +<p><span class='pagenum'>2</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>3</span></p> +<h2>The Foreigners.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Long time had <i>Israel</i> been disus'd from Rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long had they been by Tyrants sore opprest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kings of all sorts they ignorantly crav'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And grew more stupid as they were enslav'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet want of Grace they impiously disown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still like Slaves beneath the Burden groan'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With languid Eyes their Race of Kings they view,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Bad too many, and the Good too few;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some rob'd their Houses, and destroy'd their Lives,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ravish'd their Daughters, and debauch'd their Wives;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prophan'd the Altars with polluted Loves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And worship'd Idols in the Woods and Groves.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">To Foreign Nations next they have recourse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Striving to mend, they made their State much worse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They first from <i>Hebron</i> all their Plagues did bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cramm'd in the Single Person of a King;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From whose base Loins ten thousand Evils flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which by Succession they must undergo.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet sense of Native Freedom still remains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They fret and grumble underneath their Chains;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Incens'd, enrag'd, their Passion do's arise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till at his Palace-Gate their Monarch dies.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>4</span><span class="i0">This Glorious Feat was by the Fathers done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose Children next depos'd his Tyrant Son,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made him, like <i>Cain</i>, a murd'rous Wanderer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Both of his Crimes, and of his Fortunes share.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">But still resolv'd to split on Foreign Shelves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rather than venture once to trust Themselves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Foreign Courts and Councils do resort,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To find a King their Freedoms to support:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of one for mighty Actions fam'd they're told,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Profoundly wise, and desperately bold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Skilful in War, Successful still in Fight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had vanquish'd Hosts, and Armies put to flight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when the Storms of War and Battels cease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knew well to steer the Ship of State in Peace.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him they approve, approaching to their sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lov'd by the Gods, of Mankind the Delight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The numerous Tribes resort to see him land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cover the Beach, and blacken all the Strand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With loud Huzza's they welcome him on shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for their Blessing do the Gods implore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">The Sanhedrim conven'd, at length debate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sad Condition of their drooping State,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Sinking Church, just ready now to drown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with one Shout they do the Hero crown.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Ah Happy <i>Israel</i>! had there never come<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into his Councils crafty Knaves at home,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>5</span><span class="i0">In combination with a Foreign Brood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sworn Foes to <i>Israel</i>'s Rights and <i>Israel</i>'s Good;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who impiously foment Intestine Jars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exhaust our Treasure, and prolong our Wars;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make <i>Israel</i>'s People to themselves a prey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mislead their King, and steal his Heart away:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">United Intrests thus they do divide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The State declines by Avarice and Pride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Beasts of Prey they ravage all the Land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Acquire Preferments, and usurp Command:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Foreign Inmates the Housekeepers spoil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drain the Moisture of our fruitful Soil.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If to our Monarch there are Honours due,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet what with <i>Gibeonites</i> have we to do?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Foreign States employ 'em for their Food,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To draw their Water, and to hew their Wood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Mushroom Honours dos our Soil afford!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One day a Begger, and the next a Lord.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What dastard Souls do <i>Jewish</i> Nobles wear!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Commons such Affronts would never bear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let no Historian the sad Stories tell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of thy base Sons, Oh servile <i>Israel</i>!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thou, my Muse, more generous and brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shalt their black Crimes from dark oblivion save;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To future Ages shalt their Sins disclose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And brand with Infamy thy Nation's Foes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'>6</span><span class="i1">A Country lies, due East from <i>Judah</i>'s Shoar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where stormy Winds and noisy Billows roar;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Land much differing from all other Soils,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forc'd from the Sea, and buttress'd up with Piles.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No marble Quarrys bind the spungy Ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Loads of Sand and Cockle-shells are found:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its Natives void of Honesty and Grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Boorish, rude, and an inhumane Race;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Nature's Excrement their Life is drawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are born in Bogs, and nourish'd up from Spawn.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their hard-smoak'd Beef is their continual Meat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which they with Rusk, their luscious Manna, eat;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such Food with their chill stomachs best agrees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They sing <i>Hosannah</i> to a Mare's-milk Cheese.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To supplicate no God, their Lips will move,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who speaks in Thunder like Almighty <i>Jove</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But watry Deities they do invoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who from the Marshes most Divinely croak.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their Land, as if asham'd their Crimes to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dives down beneath the surface of the Sea.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Neptune</i>, the God who do's the Seas command,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er stands on Tip-toe to descry their Land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But seated on a Billow of the Sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Ease their humble Marshes do's survey.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These are the Vermin do our State molest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eclipse our Glory, and disturb our Rest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'>7</span><span class="i1"><i>BENTIR</i> in the Inglorious Roll the first,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bentir</i> to this and future Ages curst,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of mean Descent, yet insolently proud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shun'd by the Great, and hated by the Crowd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who neither Blood nor Parentage can boast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what he got the <i>Jewish</i> Nation lost:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By lavish Grants whole Provinces he gains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made forfeit by the <i>Jewish</i> Peoples Pains;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till angry Sanhedrims such Grants resume,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the Peacock take each borrow'd Plume.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why should the <i>Gibeonites</i> our Land engross,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aggrandize their Fortunes with our loss?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let them in foreign States proudly command,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They have no Portion in the Promis'd Land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which immemorially has been decreed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be the Birth-right of the <i>Jewish</i> Seed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How ill do's <i>Bentir</i> in the Head appear <span class='rbrace'>}</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Warriours, who do <i>Jewish</i> Ensigns bear? <br /></span> +<span class="i0">By such we're grown e'en Scandalous in War. <br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our Fathers Trophies wore, and oft could tell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How by their Swords the mighty Thousands fell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What mighty Deeds our Grandfathers had done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Battels fought, what Wreaths of Honour won:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro the extended Orb they purchas'd Fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Nations trembling at their Awful Name:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>8</span><span class="i0">Such wondrous Heroes our Fore-fathers were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When we, base Souls! but Pigmies are in War:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Foreign Chieftains we improve in Skill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We learn how to intrench, not how to kill:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all our Charge are good Proficients made<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In using both the Pickax and the Spade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in what Field have we a Conquest wrought?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Ten Years War what Battel have we fought?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">If we a Foreign Slave may use in War,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet why in Council should that Slave appear?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If we with <i>Jewish</i> Treasure make him great,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must it be done to undermine the State?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where are the Antient Sages of Renown? <span class='rbrace'>}</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">No <i>Magi</i> left, fit to advise the Crown? <br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must we by Foreign Councils be undone? <br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unhappy <i>Israel</i>, who such Measures takes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seeks for Statesmen in the Bogs and Lakes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who speak the Language of most abject Slaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the Conduct of our <i>Jewish</i> Knaves.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our <i>Hebrew</i>'s murder'd in their hoarser Throats;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How ill their Tongues agree with <i>Jewish Notes</i>!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their untun'd Prattle do's our Sense confound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which in our Princely Palaces do's sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The self-same Language the old Serpent spoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When misbelieving <i>Eve</i> the Apple took:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>9</span><span class="i0">Of our first Mother why are we asham'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When by the self-same Rhetorick we are damn'd?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">But <i>Bentir</i>, not Content with such Command,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To canton out the <i>Jewish</i> Nation's Land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He do's extend to Other Coasts his Pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And other Kingdoms into Parts divide:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unhappy <i>Hiram</i>! dismal is thy Song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho born to Empire, thou art ever young!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever in Nonage, canst no Right transfer:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But who made <i>Bentir</i> thy Executor?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What mighty Power do's <i>Israel</i>'s Land afford? <span class='rbrace'>}</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Power has made the famous <i>Bentir</i> Lord? <br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Peoples Voice, and <i>Sanhedrim</i>'s Accord. <br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are not the Rights of People still the same?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did they e'er differ in or Place or Name?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have not Mankind on equal Terms still stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without Distinction, since the mighty Flood?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And have not <i>Hiram</i>'s Subjects a free Choice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To chuse a King by their united Voice?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If <i>Israel</i>'s People cou'd a Monarch chuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A living King at the same time refuse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That <i>Hiram</i>'s People, shall it e'er be said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have not the Right of Choice when he is dead?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When no Successor to the Crown's in sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Crown is certainly the Peoples Right.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>10</span><span class="i0">If Kings are made the People to enthral,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We had much better have no King at all:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Kings, appointed for the Common Good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Always as Guardians to their People stood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Heaven allows the People sure a Power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To chuse such Kings as shall not them devour:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They know full well what best will serve themselves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How to avoid the dang'rous Rocks and Shelves.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Unthinking <i>Israel</i>! Ah henceforth beware<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How you entrust this faithless Wanderer!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who another Kingdom can divide, <span class='rbrace'>}</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">May set your Constitution soon aside, <br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er your Liberties in Triumph ride. <br /></span> +<span class="i0">Support your Rightful Monarch and his Crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But pull this proud, this croaking Mortal down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Proceed, my Muse; the Story next relate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of <i>Keppech</i> the Imperious Chit of State,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mounted to Grandeur by the usual Course<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Whoring, Pimping, or a Crime that's worse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Foreign Birth, and undescended too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet he, like <i>Bentir</i>, mighty Feats can do.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He robs our Treasure, to augment his State,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>Jewish</i> Nobles on his Fortunes wait:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our ravish'd Honours on his Shoulder wears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Titles from our Antient Rolls he tears.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'>11</span><span class="i0">Was e'er a prudent People thus befool'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By upstart Foreigners thus basely gull'd?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye <i>Jewish</i> Nobles, boast no more your Race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or sacred Badges did your Fathers grace!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In vain is Blood, or Parentages, when<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ribbons and Garters can ennoble Men.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Chivalry you need have no recourse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gawdy Trappings make the Ass a Horse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more, no more your Antient Honours own,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By slavish <i>Gibeonites</i> you are outdone:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else your Antient Courage reassume,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to assert your Honours once presume;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From off their Heads your ravish'd Lawrels tear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let them know what <i>Jewish</i> Nobles are.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><i>T H E E N D.</i></h4> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> + +<h2><span class="smcap">The Augustan Reprint<br /> +Society</span></h2> + +<h4>WILLIAM ANDREWS CLARK MEMORIAL LIBRARY<br /> + +University of California, Los Angeles</h4> + +<p class="center">PUBLICATIONS IN PRINT</p> + +<p class="cen">1948-1949</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>16. Nevil Payne, <i>Fatal Jealousy</i> (1673).</p> + +<p>17. Nicholas Rowe, <i>Some Account of the Life of Mr. William Shakespeare</i> (1709).</p> + +<p>18. "Of Genius," in <i>The Occasional Paper</i>, Vol. III, No. 10 (1719); and Aaron Hill's +Preface to <i>The Creation</i> (1720).</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1949-1950</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>22. Samuel Johnson, <i>The Vanity of Human Wishes</i> (1749) and two <i>Rambler</i> +papers (1750).</p> + +<p>23. John Dryden, <i>His Majesties Declaration Defended</i> (1681).</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1950-1951</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>26. Charles Macklin, <i>The Man of the World</i> (1792).</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1951-52</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>31. Thomas Gray, <i>An Elegy Wrote in a Country Churchyard</i> (1751); and <i>The Eton +College Manuscript</i>.</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1952-1953</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>41. Bernard Mandeville, <i>A Letter to Dion</i> (1732).</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1954-1955</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>49. Two St. Cecilia's Day Sermons (1696, 1697).</p> + +<p>52. Pappity Stampoy, <i>A Collection of Scotch Proverbs</i> (1663).</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1958-1959</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>75. John Joyne, <i>A Journal</i> (1679).</p> + +<p>76. André Dacier, <i>Preface to Aristotle's Art of Poetry</i> (1705).</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1959-1960</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>80. [P. Whalley], <i>An Essay on the Manner of Writing History</i> (1746).</p> + +<p>83. <i>Sawney and Colley</i> (1742) and other Pope Pamphlets.</p> + +<p>84. Richard Savage, <i>An Author to be lett</i> (1729).</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1960-1961</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>85-6. <i>Essays on the Theatre from Eighteenth-Century Periodicals.</i></p> + +<p>90. Henry Needier, <i>Works</i> (1728).</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1961-1962</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>93. John Norris, <i>Cursory Reflections Upon a Book Call'd, An Essay Concerning Human +Understanding</i> (1690).</p> + +<p>94. An. Collins, <i>Divine Songs and Meditacions</i> (1653).</p> + +<p>95. <i>An Essay on the New Species of Writing Founded by Mr. Fielding</i> (1751).</p> + +<p>96. <i>Hanoverian Ballads.</i></p></div> + +<p class="cen">1962-1963</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>97. Myles Davies, Selections from <i>Athenae Britannicae</i> (1716-1719).</p> + +<p>98. <i>Select Hymns Taken Out of Mr. Herbert's Temple</i> (1697).</p> + +<p>99. Thomas Augustine Arne, <i>Artaxerxes</i> (1761).</p> + +<p>100. Simon Patrick, <i>A Brief Account of the New Sect of Latitude Men</i> (1662).</p> + +<p>101-2. Richard Hurd, <i>Letters on Chivalry and Romance</i> (1762).</p></div> + +<p class="cen">1963-1964</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>103. Samuel Richardson, <i>Clarissa</i>: Preface, Hints of Prefaces, and Postscript.</p> + +<p>104. Thomas D'Urfey, <i>Wonders in the Sun, or, the Kingdom of the Birds</i> (1706).</p> + +<p>105. Bernard Mandeville, <i>An Enquiry into the Causes of the Frequent Executions at +Tyburn</i> (1725).</p> + +<p>106. Daniel Defoe, <i>A Brief History of the Poor Palatine Refugees</i> (1709).</p> + +<p>107-8. John Oldmixon, <i>An Essay on Criticism</i> (1728).</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p class="center">William Andrews Clark Memorial Library: University of California, Los Angeles</p> +<h2><span class="smcap">The Augustan Reprint Society</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><b>GENERAL EDITORS</b></p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Earl Miner</span></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Maximillian E. 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Wilkes.</p> + +<p><i>Two Poems Against Pope</i>: <span class="smcap">Leonard Welsted</span>, <i>One Epistle to Mr. +A. Pope</i> (1730); <span class="smcap">Anonymous</span>, <i>The Blatant Beast</i> (1740). Introduction +by Joseph V. Guerinot.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Robert Dodsley</span>, <i>An Essay on Fable</i> (1764). Introduction by +Jeanne K. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Selected Poems + (1685-1700) + +Author: John Tutchin + +Editor: Spiro Peterson + +Release Date: December 25, 2011 [EBook #38407] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SELECTED POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Dave Morgan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY + + +JOHN TUTCHIN + +_SELECTED POEMS_ + +(1685-1700) + + +_INTRODUCTION_ + +BY + +SPIRO PETERSON + + +PUBLICATION NUMBER 110 + +WILLIAM ANDREWS CLARK MEMORIAL LIBRARY + +UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, LOS ANGELES + +1964 + + + + +GENERAL EDITORS + + Earl R. Miner, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + Maximillian E. Novak, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + Lawrence Clark Powell, _Wm. Andrews Clark Memorial Library_ + + +ADVISORY EDITORS + + John Butt, _University of Edinburgh_ + James L. Clifford, _Columbia University_ + Ralph Cohen, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + Vinton A. Dearing, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + Arthur Friedman, _University of Chicago_ + Louis A. Landa, _Princeton University_ + Samuel H. Monk, _University of Minnesota_ + Everett T. Moore, _University of California, Los Angeles_ + James Sutherland, _University College, London_ + H. T. Swedenberg, Jr., _University of California, Los Angeles_ + + +CORRESPONDING SECRETARY + + Edna C. Davis, _Clark Memorial Library_ + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + +When John Tutchin died on September 23, 1707, he had already created +the image of himself which Alexander Pope has transmitted to posterity. +There, in Book II of _The Dunciad_ (1728), the Whig journalist appears +as one of two figures in a "shaggy Tap'stry": + + Earless on high, stood un-abash'd Defoe, + And Tutchin flagrant from the scourge, below. + +Pope, in his variorum notes on the passage, identified Tutchin as +the "author of some vile verses, and of a weekly paper call'd the +_Observator_," and revived the fiction of his sentence "to be whipp'd +thro' several towns in the west of _England_, upon which he petition'd +King _James_ II. to be hanged." The "invective" against James II's +memory, which Pope mentions, has now been identified in the Twickenham +Edition as _The British Muse: or Tyranny Expos'd_ (1701).[1] By 1728, +this was all the reputation that remained for Mr. John Tutchin, +Gentleman--irascible journalist, pamphleteer, and writer of verses. + +The truth of the matter is that Pope was no more accurate about +Tutchin's being whipped than about Defoe's losing his ears. From the +sparse reliable information concerning Tutchin's early years, one +consistent pattern emerges: he tended to depict himself as a hero and a +martyr. Born in 1661 "a Freeman" of London, he was brought up in a +family of scholarly nonconformist ministers probably on the Isle of +Wight[2]. Even though an enemy claimed that he had been expelled from a +school at Stepney for stealing (_DNB_), he received some education and +travelled on the continent. In defending his skill with languages +against Defoe, he once told how at his school, boys translated and +capped verses, and how he travelled "from _Leivarden_ in _Friezland_, +thro' _Holland_ and the _Spanish Flanders_."[3] Throughout his life, he +proudly designated himself a gentleman: during his trial for libel in +late June of 1704, he even escaped punishment by setting forth that he +was a gentleman, and not a laborer as the indictment read. + +In later life, he romanticized himself when young as the hero who fought +in the Duke of Monmouth's rebellion, received the brutal "whipping +sentence" from Lord Chief-Justice Jeffreys during "the bloody assezes" +of 1685, petitioned James II for "the Favour of being hang'd" to avoid +the sentence, and finally freed himself by paying so burdensome a bribe +that he was reduced to poverty. All these claims were first made in "The +Case, Trial, and Sentence of Mr. John Tutchin, and Several Others, in +Dorchester, in the County of Dorset," which Tutchin added to the fifth +edition of _The Western Martyrology; or, the Bloody Assizes_, published +in 1705. As J. G. Muddiman demonstrated in 1929, most of these claims +are outright fabrications. Tutchin was never indicted for high treason, +he could never have been challenged by Jeffreys to cap verses, and he +invented the petition to be hanged.[4] In _The Observator_ (July 25-29, +1702), he honestly admitted that he was never tried in Devonshire, but +claimed he did buy his liberty of James II; and in a later issue (Aug. +4-7, 1703) he challenged an enemy: "if he Pleases to give the World an +Account, _When_, _Where_, and for _What_ I was Whip'd thro' a +Market-Town, he will inform Mankind of more than I or any Body else +knows...." John Dunton believed in the whipping sentence; and Defoe, the +story of the petition to be hanged. Throughout Tutchin's stormy career, +his enemies made political capital of the flogging that never took +place. He was probably twenty-four years old when, using the alias +"Thomas Pitts," he was tried at Dorchester for "Spreading false news and +fined five marks and sentenced to be whipped"--but he came down with +smallpox and so was not whipped.[5] Lord Macaulay, who is incorrect on +the facts taken from _The Western Martyrology_, certainly exaggerated in +stating that Tutchin's temper was "exasperated to madness by what he had +undergone."[6] That the Monmouth adventure and its aftermath mark a +turning point in the young man's life, however, cannot doubted. + +Tutchin may have fought with William III's army in Ireland as an +officer.[7] After the Glorious Revolution and the establishment of +William and Mary on the throne, Tutchin devoted himself to a succession +of liberal causes. On the one hand, he persisted in identifying himself +with the former commonwealth, the Monmouth cause, the Revolution, the +reform movement especially in the theater, and Whig liberty. He became +noted for tactless exposes of high-level misconduct in his pamphlets and +in _The Observator_ (Apr. 1, 1702-Sept. 23, 1707). His detractors +frequently paired him with Defoe as a monster or a villain. Again and +again, he made himself obnoxious to important personages such as the +Earl of Albemarle or the Duke of Marlborough.[8] On the other hand, his +hatred for tyranny propelled him frequently into such extremes as his +disgraceful complicity in William Fuller's impostures. In the years +1700-1704, he was generally reputed to be "Secretary to the abominal +Society of King-Killers"--the secret Calves-Head Club made up of +dissenters who met on January 30th, the anniversary of the death of +Charles I, to sing prophane anthems.[9] + +Dunton generously summed up the widely varied causes of "the loyal and +ingenious _Tutchin_ (alias _Master Observator_); the bold Asserter of +English Liberties; the scourge of the High-flyers; the Seaman's +Advocate; the Detector of the Victualling-office; the scorn and terror +of Fools and Knaves; the Nation's _Argus_, and the Queen's faithful +Subject."[10] Even his death in Queen's Bench Prison, on September 23, +1707, was romanticized into another instance of martyrdom. "... _he +liv'd and dy'd_," announced the Country-man of _The Observator_, "_for +the Service of his Country_." Tutchin's followers dramatized his death +as the result of a politically-inspired thrashing which "six ruffians" +administered to him, in revenge for slanderous remarks made in _The +Observator_ against Vice-Admiral Sir Thomas Dilkes.[11] The "_Pulchrum +Est Pro Patria Mori_" portrait, reprinted here as the frontispiece, was +circulated to attest to Tutchin's political martyrdom. However, as the +autopsy-report demonstrates and as Muddiman rightly concludes, "Tutchin +really died from a specific disease and not from the thrashing undergone +seven months before his death."[12] + +The young man of twenty four who went off to join Monmouth's forces had +already published, in 1685, _Poems on Several Occasions. With a +Pastoral. To Which is Added, A Discourse of Life_. In the preface, +writing like a fashionable man-about-town, Tutchin describes the lyrics, +translations, and satires of this volume as "trifles" which he had let +circulate and had now secured "by promising to Print them." The book +shows the variety in poetic kinds that one would expect in a young +writer who had been drinking deeply of Lord Rochester, Waller, Cowley, +the Earl of Roscommon, Oldham, and Dryden. Juvenalian satires +reminiscent of Oldham are neatly balanced by memorial verses to Oldham +and Rochester, late metaphysical lyrics ("And why in red dost thou +appear"), classical dialogues ("Cleopatra to Anthony"), translations of +Horace, and the well-turned "autobiographical" couplets of "A Letter to +A Friend." In its variety and themes, _Poems on Several Occasions_ +resembles Oldham's _Works_, which was published twice in 1684. Tutchin's +"The Tory Catch," like Oldham's "A Dithyrambick. A Drunkard's Speech in +a Mask," has a speaker who ironically brags of the social misconduct +which the author satirizes. "A Letter to a Friend" is a skillfully +exaggerated account of the attractions and dangers in rhyming. Although +perhaps autobiographical in part, the poem also imitates the +long-standing tradition derived from Horace's first Epistle of Book I, +and revived most recently in Oldham's "A Letter from the Country to a +Friend in Town."[13] Both "The Tory Catch" and "A Letter to a Friend" +are reprinted here from _Poems on Several Occasions_. + +Tutchin's first book shows two impulses: the awkwardly lyrical and the +directly satiric. He feels compelled, in the Preface, to defend his +choice of less serious subjects. His light poems do not, "in the least, +detract from _Virtue_; since I have Read the _Poems_ of _Beza_, +_Heinsius_, our own _Donne_, _&c._" He promises to turn to "some Graver +Subject." There are other equally significant comments in a Preface that +reveals a great deal about changing literary taste. In "To the Memory of +Mr. John Oldham," Tutchin curiously avoids the main subject of Dryden's +finer elegy, namely, Oldham's achievement in rough satire. His praise is +that "_Crashaw_ and _Cowley_ both did live in thee." However, in his +"Satyr Against Vice" and "Satyr Against Whoring," Tutchin has already +learned the art of declaiming, from the poet who has been called "the +English Juvenal," John Oldham. + +In the years between 1685 and 1707, Tutchin's separate poems were mainly +occasional and satirical. Panegyric for William III dominates such an +early piece as _An Heroic Poem upon the Late Expedition of His Majesty_ +(1689), and hatred for the Stuarts possesses a later poem like _The +British Muse: or Tyranny Expos'd_ (1701). In _Civitas Militaris_ (1690) +Tutchin engages in city politics. The elegy on the death of Queen Mary +irritated Defoe enough to have "_T----n_" placed among the "Pindarick +Legions" in _The Pacificator_ (1700). Two poems, however,--_The +Earth-quake of Jamaica_ (1692) and _Whitehall in Flames_ (1698)--differ +from the others in that they are Cowleyan "Pindaricks" moralizing on +disasters. _The Earth-quake of Jamaica_ is reprinted here to illustrate +Tutchin's descriptive talent. He starts with an actual event, the +Jamaican disaster of June 7, 1692; and then, as the epigraph on the +title page suggests, he presents a variation on Horace's rejection of +"senseless Epicureanism," in Ode 34 of Book I. _The Earth-quake of +Jamaica_ may have been worked over longer than was customary. It was +published shortly before December 10, the manuscript date on Narcissus +Luttrell's copy now in the Houghton Library. Some six months earlier, in +the late morning of June 7, the earthquake had erupted in Port Royal, +the "boom" port on the south side of the island. In three schocks +lasting less than three minutes, the famed capital of the buccaneers had +fallen. News of the disaster did not reach London until August 9. The +earthquake then became one of the most widely discussed events. The +_London Gazette_ ran stories on it, scientists like Sir Hans Sloane +published eye-witness accounts in the _Philosophical Transactions_ of +the Royal Society, the moralists declared God's wrath had come upon the +wickedest place in Christendom, and "the actors of the drolls" in +Southwark Fair even mockingly re-enacted the event until the Lord Mayor +put a stop to the performances.[14] + +If contemporary accounts of the Port Royal earthquake are compared with +_The Earth-quake of Jamaica_, the reader becomes impressed by Tutchin's +way of adapting the well-known details to a moral comment on life. His +scenes are indeed graphic, but they do not have the immediacy of such +eye-witness accounts as the following, preserved by Luttrell: + + I cannot sufficiently represent the terrible circumstances that + attended it; the earth swelled with a dismal humming noise, the + houses fell, the earth opened in many places, the graves gave up + some of their dead, the tomb stones ratled together; at last the + earth sunk below the water, and the sea overwhelmed great numbers + of people, whose shreiks and groanes made a lamentable eccho: the + earth opened both behind and before me within 2 foot of my feet, + and that place on which I stood trembled exceedingly; the water + immediately boyled up upon the opening of the earth, but it pleased + God to preserve me....[15] + +Tutchin's aim is to compare vulnerable nature with vulnerable man: "Can +humane Race / Stand on their / Legs when Nature Reels?" He sees in the +disaster a challenge for English sinners to repent: the "Hurricane of +Fate" wails on "murder'd _Cornish_." He had not yet forgotten the +Monmouth adventure. For he alludes here to the act of Parliament passed +in 1689 reversing the attainder of Henry Cornish, the alderman who had +been brutally executed in 1685 for high treason through participating in +the Rye House Plot and attaching himself to the Duke of Monmouth. For +Tutchin, politics were always relevant. + +Tutchin's true forte is not the descriptive poem, but satire. Poems +published in the years 1696 to 1705--from _A Pindarick Ode_ to _The +Tackers_--exploit the satirical impulse that had been latent in _Poems +on Several Occasions_. Increasingly he turns to general denunciation and +thinly disguised lampoon. Of the two main Augustan traditions in +satire--the "fine raillery" that Dryden perfected and the rough satire +that reached back to Donne, Cleveland, and Oldham--Tutchin belongs to +the latter. Defoe found him to be "so woundy touchy, and so willing to +quarrel," and noted that "Want of Temper was his capital Error."[16] The +specific circumstance that produced _A Pindarick Ode, in the Praise of +Folly and Knavery_ (1696), reprinted here, is generally said to be his +dismissal from the victualling office because he failed to establish his +case that the commissioners mismanaged public funds. Such corruption in +the administration would soon transform a deep admiration for William +III into the disenchantment of _The Foreigners_ (1700). That Tutchin was +uneasy in his effort to write satire in the mode of Dryden is suggested +by his abandonment of irony after the first part of _A Pindarick Ode_. +In his introductory verses, Benjamin Bridgwater accurately observes that +Erasmus' _Ironia_ no longer suffices: + + This hard'ned Age do's rougher Means require, + We must be _Cupp'd_ and _Cauteriz'd_ with _Fire_. + +Echoing Dryden's _Mac Flecknoe_, Tutchin invites Dullness and "Immortal +_Nonsence_" to inspire his ironic praise of the folly and knavery that +now ride roughshod over such traditional values as learning, love, wit, +and patriotism. A few of the lines have the moving quality of Augustan +satire at its best: + + Did e'er the old or new Philosophy, + Make a Man splendid live, or wealthy die? + +The irony of _A Pindarick Ode_ does not adequately mask the +denunciation. In Stanza X, it is even replaced by the antiquated Hero's +diatribe against "our modern Knavish Arts"--never to return to the rest +of the poem. Doubtless, the indictment of the "nefarious Brood at Home" +that grows rich in wartime was the heart of the satire. Defoe hinted at +this motive in the satirical vignette of Tutchin as Shamwhig, which +appeared in the first edition of _The True-Born Englishman_ (1700): + + As Proud as Poor, his Masters he'll defy; + And writes a _Piteous *Satyr_ upon Honesty. + Some think the Poem had been pretty good, + _If he the Subject had but understood_. + He got Five hundred Pence by this, and more, + _As sure as he had ne're a Groat before_.[17] + +Tutchin's satire would be henceforth the rough variety. In _The +Foreigners_ he would also resort to fierce lampoons of William III's +court favorites. + +In the rash of satires that followed _The Foreigners_ and _The True-Born +Englishman_, the anonymous author of _The Fable of the Cuckoo_ (1701) +pointed to the common tradition shared by both poems. For he attacked +Defoe's "hatchet muse" as having been inspired by such "Modern Sharpers +of the Town" as Tutchin and "Old[ha]m the Bell-weather of Tory Faction," +who first horned Defoe's satire, "And ever since perverted all good +Nature." Advertised in _The Flying Post_ for July 31-Aug. 1, 1700, _The +Foreigners_ was published shortly thereafter by the ardent Whig Anne +Baldwin. The "vile abhor'd Pamphlet, in very ill Verse, written by one +_Mr. Tutchin_, and call'd _The Foreigners_"--Defoe recalled years later +in _An Appeal to Honour and Justice_ (1715)--filled him "with a kind of +Rage." Tutchin's irascible temper had again taken hold. Scurrilously, he +assailed foreigners in high office, especially William III's Dutch +favorites, for their monopolizing preferments and usurping command, +under such transparent aliases as "Bentir" for William Bentinck, first +Earl of Portland, and "Keppech" for Arnold Joost van Keppel, first Earl +of Albemarle. The manner was Dryden's in _Absalom and Achitophel_; the +venom was Tutchin's own. Official reaction to _The Foreigners_ came +quickly. The untrustworthy William Fuller spread the gossip that Tutchin +fled from his Majesty's messengers, and found refuge "in a blind +Ale-house, at the Windmill, by Mr. Bowyers, at Camberwel." On August +10th, he was taken "into custody of a messenger"; and at the grand +inquest for the city of London, held on August 28th, there was presented +"a Poem called _The Foreigners_."[18] A mystery envelops the rest of the +legal proceedings. There may even be some truth in the allegation that +the parry would long since have "ruffled" Tutchin, except that he +pleased them with his "railing at King _William's_ Friends +sometimes."[19] _The Foreigners_ also aroused such ephemeral rejoinders +as _The Reverse: or, the Tables Turn'd_ and _The Nations: An Answer to +the Foreigners_. both published in 1700. Finally, in January of 1701, +there was published a satire of more lasting worth, Defoe's _The +True-Born Englishman_. Side by side, in _Poems on Affairs of State_ +(1703), were reprinted _The Foreigners_ and _The True-Born Englishman_ +among verses "_Written by the Greatest Wits of this Age_."[20] +Altogether, the two satirists had three poems apiece in the volume. One +of Tutchin's poems, "The Tribe of Levi" (1691), was anonymously +reprinted; the other two, _The Foreigners_ and _The British Muse_, were +identified as "by Mr. _T----n_." These were the achievements of +Tutchin's "hatchet muse." + +The poems are reprinted from copies in libraries of the U.S. and Great +Britain. I am obligated to The Houghton Library for _Poems on Several +Occasions_ and _The Earth-quake of Jamaica_, to Yale University Library +for _The Foreigners_, and to the British Museum for _A Pindarick Ode, +in the Praise of Folly and Knavery_. For permission to reproduce +the "_Pulchrum Est Pro Patria Mori_" portrait of John Tutchin as the +frontispiece, I wish to express my thanks to the Trustees of the British +Museum. + + Spiro Peterson + Miami University + Oxford, Ohio + + +NOTES TO THE INTRODUCTION + +[1] _The Dunciad_, ed. James Sutherland (The Twickenham Edition, Methuen +& Co., Ltd., 1943), pp. 115-18. + +[2] Tutchin's birth-year is variously given. The Van der Gucht engraving +and the authentic _Elegy_ of Tutchin's death state that he died "Aged +44"; but the mock _Elegy_, falsely claiming to be "Written by the Author +of the Review," gives his age to be 47. In _The Observator_ (Oct. 20-23, +1703), Tutchin implied that he was "Born some years after the +Restoration of King _Charles_ the 2d." His certificate of marriage to +Elizabeth Hicks on Sept. 30, 1686 places his age then at twenty-five, +and supports the birth-year 1661, as given in the _DNB_. See also _The +Observator_, May 17-20, 1704; July 8-12, 1704; and July 24-28, 1703. One +of Tutchin's enemies charged that he was born in the north of England +(_An Account of the Birth, Education, Life and Conversation of ... the +Observator_, 1705); and another, that his father was "a Scot, canting +Presbyterian Sot" (_The Picture of the Observator_, 1704). + +[3] _The Observator_, June 2-6, 1705. Tutchin stated, in _The Case, +Trial, and Sentence_, that Judge Jeffreys had "a true Account" of his +activities in Holland. See J. G. Muddiman, ed., _The Bloody Assizes_ +(Toronto, [1929]), p. 137. + +[4] Muddiman, pp. 136-37. _The Case, Trial, and Sentence_ is reprinted +as a true record in T. B. Howell's _A Complete Collection of State +Trials_ (London, 1812), XIV, 1195-200, but as a highly questionable +document in Muddiman, pp. 137-46. + +[5] Muddiman, p. 219. + +[6] _The History of England_, ed. C. H. Firth (London, 1914), II, 639. +Insofar as the _DNB_ article on Tutchin relies on Macaulay, it is +erroneous. + +[7] Shortly after Tutchin's death, the Country-man of _The Observator_ +lauded his beloved master as "an Officer in the Army," and addressed him +"Captain Tutchin," as did the mock _Elegy_ and the friendly Dunton. + +[8] Narcissus Luttrell, _A Brief Historical Relation of State Affairs_ +(Oxford, 1857), V, 257; _Manuscripts of the Marquis of Bath_ (H.M.C., +London, 1904), I, 105-06. + +[9] The authorship of the Calves-Head anthems is assigned to Tutchin in +_The Reverse: or, the Tables Turn'd_ (1700), p. 7, and to both Tutchin +and Benjamin Bridgwater in _The Examination, Tryal, and Condemnation of +Rebellion Observator_ (1703), p. 17. See also Howard William Troyer, +_Ned Ward of Grubstreet_ (Harvard University Press, 1946), pp. 110, 117. + +[10] _The Life and Errors of John Dunton_ (London, 1818), I, 356. + +[11] See _The Observator_, Jan. 4-8, 1707, and "Postscript"; Jan. 12-15, +1707; and Sept. 20-24, 1707. + +[12] Pp. 12-13. See also _The Observator_, Sept. 27-Oct. 1, 1707, and +William Bragg Ewald, _Rogues, Royalty, and Reporters_ (Boston, [1954]), +p. 14. + +[13] For the two Oldham pieces, see _Poems of John Oldham_, introd. +Bonamy Dobree (Southern Illinois University Press, [c. 1960]) pp. 50-54, +72-79. + +[14] _The Diary of John Evelyn_, ed. E. S. de Beer, 6 vols. (Oxford, +1955), V, 115; Luttrell, II, 565; W. Adolphe Roberts, _Jamaica: the +Portrait of an Island_ (New York, [c. 1955]), pp. 44-45; and Mary +Manning Carley, _Jamaica: the Old and the New_ (London, [c. 1963]), pp. +34-36, 157-58. + +[15] Luttrell's entry for Aug. 13, 1692 (II, 539). + +[16] _Review_, IV (Sept. 7, 1706) and IV (Nov. 20, 1707). + +[17] Defoe's gloss on "_Piteous Satyr_" is "Satyr in Praise of Folly and +Knavery." (_The True-Born Englishman_, 1700, p. 37.) Since he regards +this as the title of the "_Satyr_ upon _Honesty_," Defoe may be +confusing _A Pindarick Ode_ with Tutchin's next satire, _A Search after +Honesty_ (1697). + +[18] _Mr. William Fuller's Letter to Mr. John Tutchin_ (1703), p. 7; +Luttrell, V, 676, 683; _The Proceedings of the King's Commission of the +Peace, and Oyer and Terminer and Goal Delivery of Newgate ... the 28th, +29th, 30th and 31st Days of August 1700_. + +[19] "A Dialogue between a Dissenter and the Observator," in _A +Collection of the Writings of the Author of the True-Born Englishman_ +(1703), p. 227. + +[20] II, 1-6, 7-46. + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration: Mr. JOHN TUTCHIN + +_Dy'd Septber 23d 1707. Aged 44._] + + + * * * * * + + + + +POEMS + +ON + +Several Occasions. + +WITH A + +PASTORAL + + +To which is Added, A + +DISCOURSE + +OF + +LIFE + + +By _JOHN TUTCHIN_. + + +_LONDON_, + + +Printed by J. L. for _Jonathan Greenwood_, at the + +_Black Raven_ in the _Poultry_, near the + +_Old Jury_. MDCLXXXV. + + + + +THE + +Tory Catch. + + +I. + + A Friend of mine, and I did follow + A Cart and Six, with Brandy fraught; + We sate us down, and up did swallow + Each a Gallon at a draught: + The sober Sot can't drink with us, + May kiss coy Wine with _Tantalus_. + + +II. + + With Musick fit for Serenading, + We did ramble to and fro; + Then to Drink and Masquerading, + 'Till we cannot stand nor go; + One Leg by _Bacchus_ was quite lamed, + 'Tother _Venus_ had defamed. + + +III. + + At the Tavern we did whisk it, + And full Pipes did empty drain: + We eat Pint-Pots instead of Bisket, + And piss'd 'em melted out again: + We beat the Vintner, kiss'd his Wife, + And kill'd three Drawers in the strife. + + +IV. + + In the Street we found some Bullies, + And to make our valour known, + We call'd 'em Fops, and silly Cullies, + And knock'd the foremost of 'em down: + And with praise to end the Fray, + We, like good Souldiers, ran away. + + +V. + + To the Play-House we descended, + For to get a grain of Wit, + Our own with Wine was so defended. + We sate spuing in the Pit, + 'Mongst Drunken Lords and Whoring Ladies, + To see such sights whose only Trade is. + + + + +A + +LETTER + +TO A + +FRIEND. + + + Thanks for your Praises! were they due, I wou'd + Pamper my self with Joy, and think 'em Good. + Loaden with Laurels for mine unknown Art, + You paint me Great, although beneath Desert. + But if _Macenas_ had a lasting Fame, + Because the best of Poets us'd his Name; + Then Merit justly may to me belong, + Because 'tis sung by your all-skilful Tongue. + Oft have I blam'd my Stars, that I should be + Plagu'd with this soft deluding _Poetry_: + This Charming _Mistress_ that has kept my Heart, + Quite from a Child, by her bewitching Art. + From her glad Fountain I can always find + A pleasing Philtre to make _Phillis_ kind: + For tell me that coy _Maid_ could ever be + Cruel, when urg'd by Charming _Poesie_? + _Verse_ is the _Poet's_ Beauty, Wealth and Wit; + And what soft _Virgin_ won't be won by it? + But, wearied with Delight, I always try + Against this Spell to find a Remedy. + By good _Divinity_ I think to find + A Soveraign Remedy for Soul and Mind: + But then, with Holy Flame, I strait do burn, + And all to _Hymns_, and _Sacred Anthems_ turn. + Nay, when the Night does waking Thoughts redress, + And Guardian Angels with our Souls converse, + To busie Mortals is the sleeping Time; + I dream and slumber all the Night in Rhyme. + Then puzling _Logick_ next I take in hand; + But this, Alas! can't _Poesie_ withstand. + _Barbara_, _Celarent_, I with Ease express, + And yoke rough _Ergo's_ into well-made _Verse_: + My Faithless Lover's _Syllogism_ tries; + I by stout _Logick_ find their _Fallacies_. + Then _Scheibler_, _Suarez_, _Bellarmine_ I get, + And sound the depth of _Metaphysick_ wit: + Streight, in a fret, I damn 'em all at once, + And vow they are as dull as _Zabarel_ or _Dunce_. + Credit me, _Sir_, no greater plague can be, + Than to be poison'd with mad _Poetrie_: + Like Pocky Letchers, who have got a Clap, + And paid the _Doctor_ for the dear mishap; + But newly eased of their nausceous pain, + Return unto their wanton Sin again. + So Poets be they plague'd with naughty Verse, + They never value good nor bad success: + Or be they trebly damn'd, they will prefer + Their next vile scribling to the _Theater_. + Well might the Audience, with their hisses, damn + The Bawdy Sot that late wrote _Limberham_: + But yet you see, the Stage he will command, + And hold the Laurel in's polluted Hand. + In slothful ease, a while I took delight, + And thought all Poets mad that us'd to write. + So long I kept from Verse, I thought I'd lost + My Versing Vein, and of my Fortune boast: + But having tryal made, I quickly found + My store renew'd, in numbers strong and sound + With ease my happy fancies come and go, + As Rivulets do from _Parnassus_ flow. + Then finding that in vain I long had try'd + The _Poet_ from the _Tutchin_ to divide; + I charming _Poesie_ make my delight, + And propagate the humor still to Write. + Our new Divines do alter not one jot, + From what their Tribe in older times have wrot; + Except, like _Parker_, to have something new, + They broach new Doctrines, either false or true: + _A Publick Conscience_, which for nought does pass, + But proves the Writer is a publick Ass; + Who the new Philosophick world have told, + Have for a new but varnish'd o're the old. + But all Poetick Phancy can't draw dry, + Th' unfathom'd Wells of deepest Poesie. + The _Bifront Hill_ is always stout and strong; + The _Muses_ still are handsome, always young. + The clearest streams of Chrystal _Helicon_ + Do o're the Pebles in sweet Rhymings run. + Why then should you, _Dear Sir_, (that have pretence + To the extreamest bounds of Wit and Sense) + Lay by your Quills and hold your Tune-ful Tongue, + While all the witty want your pleasing Song? + Once more renew those Lays that gave delight, + That chear the Day, and glad the gloomy Night: + May with your dying breath your Verses end; + Thus prays your constant, and + + _Your truest Friend_, + _J. T._ + + + * * * * * + + + + +THE + +EARTH-QUAKE + +OF + +JAMAICA, + +Describ'd in a + +Pindarick Poem. + + +By Mr. TUTCHIN. + + + _----namq; Diespiter + Igni corusco nubila dividens + Plerumq; per purum tonantes + Egit Equos volucremq; currum, + Quo bruta Tellus & vaga flumina, + Quo Styx, & invisi horrida Taenari + Sedes, Atlanteusq; finis + Concutitur. Valet ima summis + Mutare,----_ + + Horat. lib. I. Ode 34. + + +_LONDON_, + +Printed, and are to be sold by _R. Baldwin_, near the + +_Oxford-Arms_ in _Warwick-lane_, 1692. + + + + +THE + +Earthquake of Jamaica + +Describ'd in a POEM. + + +I. + + Well may our Lives bear an uncertain date; + Disturb'd with Maladies within, + Without by cross Events of Fate, + The worst of Plagues on Mortals wait, + Pride, Ignorance and Sin. + If our ancient Mother Earth, + Who gave us all untimely Birth, + Such strong Hysterick Passion feels; + If Orbs are from their Axles torn, + And Mountains into Valleys worn, + All in a moments space, + Can humane Race + Stand on their Legs when Nature Reels? + Unhappy Man! in all things cross'd, + On every giddy Wave of Fortune toss'd; + The only thing that aims at Sway, + And yet capricious Fate must still Obey; + Travels for Wealth to Foreign Lands, + O're scorching Mountains, and o're desart Sands, + Laden with Gold, when homeward bound, + Is in one vast impetuous Billow drown'd: + Or if he reaches to the Shoar, + And there unlades his Oar, + Builds Towns and Houses which may last and stand, + Thinking no Wealth so sure as firm Land; + Yet Fate the Animal does still pursue; + This slides from underneath his Feet, and leaves him too. + + +II. + + Environ'd with Ten Thousand Fears we live, + For Fate do's seldom a just warning give; + Quicker than Thought its dire Resolves are made, + And swift as Lightning flies, + Around the vast extended Skies: + All things are by its Bolts in vast Confusion laid. + Sometimes a Flaming Comet does appear, + Whose very Visage does pronounce, + Decay of Kingdoms, and the Fall of Crowns, + Intestine War, or Pestilential Year; + Sometimes a Hurricane of Fate, + Does on some great Mans Exit wait, + A murder'd _Cornish_, or some _Hercules_, + When from their Trunks Almighty _Jove_, + Who breaks with Thunder weighty Clouds above, + To Honour these + Large Pines and Oaks does Lop, + And in a Whirlwind lays 'em upon _Oeta_'s Top. + E're this vast Orb shall unto Chaos turn, + And with Consuming Flames shall burn, + An Angel Trumpeter shall come, + Whose Noise shall shake the Massie Ground, + In one short moment shall express, + His Notes to the whole Universe; + The very Dead shall hear his Sound, + And from their Graves repair, + To the impartial Bar, + Those that have been in the deep Ocean drown'd, + Shall at his Call come to receive their Doom. + + +III. + + But here, alas! no Omens fly, + No secret Whisper of their Destiny + Was heard; none cou'd divine + When Fate wou'd spring the Mine: + Safe and secure the Mortals go, + Not dreaming of a Hell below; + In the dark Caverns of the gloomy Earth, + Where suffocating Sulphur has its Birth, + And sparkling Nitre's made, + Where _Vulcan_ and his _Cyclops_ prove; + The Thunderbolts they make for _Jove_; + Here _AEolus_ his Winds has laid, + Here is his Windy Palace, here 'tis said + His Race of little puffing Gods are bred, + Which serve for Bellows to blow up the Flame, + The dire ingredients are in order plac'd, + Which must anon lay Towns and Cities waste. + Strait the black Engineer of Heaven came, + His Match a Sun-beam was, + He swift as Time unto the Train did pass, + It soon took Fire; The Fire and Winds contend, + But both concur the Vaulted Earth to rend; + It upwards rose, and then it downwards fell, + Aiming at Heaven, it sunk to Hell: + The Neighb'ring Seas now own no more, + The sturdy Bulwarks of the Shoar, + The gaping Earth and greedy Sea, + Are both contending for the Prey; + Those whom the rav'nous Earth had ta'ne, + Into her Bowels back again + Are wash't from thence by the insulting Main. + + +IV. + + The Old and Young receive alike their Doom, + The Cowards and the Brave, + Are buried in one Grave; + For Fate allows 'em all one Common Tomb. + The Aged and the Wise + Lose all their Reason in the great Surprise. + They know not where to go, + And yet they dare not stay, + There's Fire and Smoak below, + And the Earth gaping to receive the Prey: + If to the Houses Top they Crawl, + These tumble too, and downwards fall: + And if they fly into the Street, + There grizly Death they meet; + All in a hurry dye away, + The wicked had not time to pray. + The Soldier once cou'd teach grim Death to kill, + In vain is all his Skill, + In vain he brandisheth his Steel: + No more the Art of War must teach, + But lyes Fates Trophy underneath the Breach: + The good Companions now no more Carouse, + They share the Fate of the declining House, + Healths to their Friends their Bumpers Crown'd: + But while they put the Glasses round, + Death steps between the Cup and lip, + Nor would it let 'em take one parting Sip. + + +V. + + The Mine is sprung, and a large Breach is made, + Whereat strong Troops of Warring Seas invade; + These overflow; + Where Houses stood and Grass did grow, + All sorts of Fish resort: + They had Dominions large enough before, + But now unbounded by the Shoar, + They o're the Tops of Houses sport. + The Watry Fry their Legions do extend, + And for the new slain Prey contend; + Within the Houses now they roam, + Into their Foe, the very Kitchen, come. + One does the Chimney-hearth assail, + Another slaps the Kettle with his slimy Tail. + No Image there of Death is seen, + No Cook-maid does obstruct their Sway, + They have entirely got the day. + Those who have once devour'd been + By Mankind, now on Man do Feed: + Thus Fate decides, and steps between, + And sometimes gives the Slave the Victors meed. + The Beauteous Virgins whom the Gods might love, + Cou'd not the Curse of Heav'n remove; + Their goodness might for Crimes Atone, + Inexorable Death spares none. + Their tender Flesh lately so plump and good, + Is now made Fishes and Sea-monsters Food; + In vain they cry, + Heav'n is grown Deaf, and no Petition hears, + Their Sighs are answer'd like their Lovers Pray'rs, + They in the Universal Ruin lye. + + +VI. + + Nor is inexorable Fate content + To ruine one poor Town alone; + More Mischief by the Blow is done: + Death's on a farther Message sent. + When Fate a Garrison does Sack, + The very Suburbs do partake + Of Martial Law, + Its Forces draw + To every Mountain, Field and Wood, + They Ravage all the Neighbourhood. + Worse than the weak Assaults of Steel, + Its Instruments of Death all places feel. + They undiscover'd, like fell Poison kill, + Its Warriours fierce, + The Earth, the Air, and Men do pierce; + And mounted, fight upon the winged Winds. + Here a great Mountain in a Valley's thrown, + And there a Valley to a Mountain grown. + The very Breath of an incensed God, + Makes even proud _Olympus_ Nod. + Chang'd is the Beauty of the fruitful Isle, + And its fair Woods lopp'd for its Funeral Pile. + The moving Earth forms it self in Waves, + And Curls its Surface like the Rowling Seas; + Whilst Man (that little thing) so vainly Raves, + Nothing but Heaven can its own Wrath appease. + + +VII. + + But Fate at length thought fit to leave its Toil, + And greedy Death was glutted with the Spoil. + As weary Soldiers having try'd their Steel, + Half drown'd with Blood, do then desist to kill. + More Ruin wou'd a second Deluge make, + Blot out the Name of the unhappy Isle. + It fares with her as when in Martial Field, + Resolv'd and Brave, and loath to yield, + Two num'rous Armies do contend, + And with repeated Shouts the Air do Rend. + Whilst the affrighted Earth does shake, + Some large Battalions are entirely lost, + And Warring Squadrons from the mighty Host: + Here by a Shot does fall + Some Potent General; + And near to him, + Another loses but a Limb. + Part of the Island was a Prey to Fate, + And all the rest do's but prolong its date, + 'Till injur'd Heav'n finds, + Its Bolts a Terror strike on humane Minds; + Sure we may hope the Sinners there Repent, + Since it has made their lewdest Priest Relent. + + +FINIS. + + + * * * * * + + + + +A + +Pindarick ODE, + +IN THE + +PRAISE + +OF + +Folly and Knavery. + + +By Mr. _TUTCHIN_. + + +_LONDON_, + +Printed and Sold by _E. W._ near _Stationers-Hall_. + +1696. Price 6_d._ + + + + +A + +Pindarick ODE + +In the Praise of + +Folly and Knavery. + + +I. + + My humble Muse no Hero Sings, + Nor Acts, nor Funerals of Kings: + The great _Maria_ now no more, + In Sable Lines she does deplore; + Of mighty _William_'s growing fame, + At present must forget the name, + Yet she affects something that is sublime, + And would in _Dytherambick_ strain } + Attempt to rise, and now disdain } + The Shrubs and Furzes of the Plain: } + He that's afraid to fall, shou'd ne'r pretend to climb. + + +II. + + Let others boast of potent Wit, + And Summon in the awful _Nine_, + With all their Aids of Fancy, Humor, Sence, + Fair polish'd Learning, Eloquence, + And call their gawdy works Divine: + Hov'ring above my Head let _dullness_ sit, + The only God that's worshipp'd by the Age; + Immortal _Nonsence_ guide my Pen, + The Fames of _Shakespear_ and of _Ben_, + Must warp, before my nobler fire + To their regardless Tombs retire. + Thus Arm'd, with Nonsence, I'll engage + Both _Universities_, + And their Pedantick fooleries, + Show the misguided World the Cheat, + And let _Man_ know that _Nonsence_ makes him Great. + + +III. + + Almighty _Folly_! How shall I thy praise + To Human Understandings raise? + What shall I do + Thy worth to shew? + The Glorious Sun, that rules the Day, + Gives vital warmth and life by ev'ry Ray. + His Blessings he in common grants, + To Hemlock as to nobler Plants; + Thy Virtue thou dost circumscribe, + And dost dispence + Thy influence, + But to the Darlings of thy Tribe, + Thou Wealth and Honour dost bestow + On thy triumphant _Fools_, + Whilst abject Sence do's barefoot go; + So weak's the Learning of the noisie Schools. + + +IV. + + Tell me, ye Learned Sots! who spend your time + In reading Books, + With thoughtful Heads and meagre Looks, + To Learnings Pinacle, who climb + Through the wild Briers of _Philosophy_, + The Thorns of harsh _Philology_, + The dirty Road where _Aristotle_ went + Encumber'd with a thousand _terms_ + Uncouth, Unintelligible, + Not by any fancy fathomable, + Bringing distracted Minds to harms; + The rankest _Hellebore_ cannot prevent. + Tell me, I say, ye Learn'd Sots! + Did e'r the old or new Philosophy, + Make a Man splendid live, or wealthy die? + Tho' you may think your Notions truer, + They'll ne'r advance your Lotts, + To the Estate of Wise Sir _Jonathan_ the Brewer. + + +V. + + A _Fool_! Heav'ns bless the charming Name, + So much admir'd in Ages past, + As long as this, and all the World shall last, + Shall be the Subject of Triumphing Fame. + A _Fool_! what mighty wonders has he wrought? + What mighty Actions done? + Obey'd by all, controul'd by none; + Even _Love_ its self is to its Footstool brought. + For t'other day, I met amidst the Throng + A Lady wealthy, beautiful and young; + _Madam_, said I, I wish you double Joy, + Of a ripe Husband and a budding Boy, + And with my self a sight of him you Wed, } + The happy Part'ner of your Bridal Bed. } + Sir, she reply'd, I him in Wedlock had; } + Pointing unto an Image by her side, + An odder Figure no Man e'r espy'd, + Long was his Chin, and carotty his Beard, + His Eyes sunk in, and high his Nose was rear'd, + A nauseous ugliness possess'd the Tool, + And scarce had Wit enough to be a Fool: + Bless me (thought I) if Fools such fortune get, + Then who (the Devil) wou'd be plagu'd with wit. + + +VI. + + View but the Realms of _Nonsence_, see the State, + The Pageant pomp attends the show, + When the great God of _Dullness_ does in triumph go, + How splendid and how great + His num'rous Train of Blockheads do appear? + Almighty _Jove_, + That governs all above, + Is but a puny to this Mighty God, + The blustring God of War, + Who with one Nod + Makes the Earth tremble from afar, + Guarded with puissant Champions stern and bold + That breath Destruction, talk of bloody Jars, + Have nought but ragged Cloaths to keep off cold, + And tatter'd Ensigns relicks of the Wars. + The God of _Dullness_ mounted on his Throne + Beneath a Canopy + Of fix'd stupidity, + Prostrate his num'rous Subjects tumble down, + They pay obeisance to their gloomy God, + And at his Nod + They act, they move, + They hate, they love, + They bless, they curse, they swear, + For they his Creatures are, + He amply does his Benefits afford, + For each confirmed Blockhead is a Lord. + + +VII. + + Then talk no more of Parts and Sence, + For Riches ne'r attend the Wise, + Have you to dullness no pretence, + You shall to Grandeur never rise; + He with a gloomy mien Divinely dull, + Whose very aspect tells the World he is a Fool, + Whose thicker Skull + Is proof against each storm of Fate, + Is Born for Glory, and he shall be Great. + Who 'ere wou'd rise, + Or great Preferment get, + Must nere pretend to Wit, + Or be that monstrous, ill shap'd Man call'd Wise; + He must not boast + Of Learning's Value, or its cost; + But, if he wou'd Preferment have, + He must be much a _Fool_, or much a _Knave_. + + +VIII. + + A _Knave_! the finer Creature far, + Tho' of the foolish Race of _Issachar_. + As the unwieldy _Bear_ among her young + Deform'd, and shapeless Cubs, + Finds one more strong, + Active and sprightly than the rest: + Him she transforms and rubs, + And licks into a better shape the Beast. + Thus do's the gloomy God of Folly do, + With the insipid Race: + He do's his num'rous Offspring call, } + He handles one and feels his Skull; } + If it be thick, he says, Be thou a Fool. } + Another, if about his Face + He spies a roguish Mein, a cunning Look; + If there appears + The hopes of Falshood in his tender Years, + Good signs of Perjury + And hardn'd Villany; + This for his secret Councils he do's save, + Lays on his Paw, and bids him, Be a _Knave_. + + +IX. + + A _Knave_! the elder brother to the _Fool_: + His vast Dominions are no less + Than the whole Universe: + The Lands are bounded by the Sea: + The Seas the sturdy Rocks obey: + The Storms do know the Limits of their Rule: + Neither the Land nor Sea this Hero bind, + But unconfin'd + O're both he finds a way, + O're both he bears Imperial sway: + His gay Attendants are the Cheat, + That ruines Kingdoms to be Great. + The fawning, flattring Fop, who creeps + Just like a Spaniel at your Heels, + To some illustrious Knave, who sweeps + Away a Kingdoms Wealth at once, + And with the Publick Coin his Treasure fills; + For Kingdoms work t'enrich the _Knave_ and _Dunce_. + + +X. + + Honesty's a Garb we're mock'd in, + Only wore by _Jews_ and _Turks_. + Merit is a Popish Doctrine; + Men have no regard to Works. + Substantial Knavery is a Vertue will + Your Coffers fill; + And Altars raise, + Unto your Praise. + Be but a Knave, you'll keep the World in awe, + And fear no Law; + For no Transgression is, + Where all Men do amiss. + But here methinks an antiquated _Hero_ starts, + Surpris'd at my Discourse; + He starts and boggles like a Horse, + And damns our modern Knavish Arts. + + +XI. + + Vain _Youth_, he says misguided by a _Knave_, + By some dull Blockhead tempted from thy rest; + The worldly Grandeur thou dost vainly crave, + Is nought but Noise and Foolishness at best. + What Man wou'd quit his Sense, + Or, the wise Dictates of right Reason's Rule, + In vain pretence + To be a rich, a gawdy _Fool_? + Or, quit his Honesty, so much despis'd, + And basely condescend, + To every little Knavish End; + Run headlong into every Cheat, + Attempt each Villany to make him Great. + Believe me Youth, (be better now advis'd) + Thy early Vertues will thy Temples spread, } + With lasting Lawrels 'round thy Head. } + Shall flourish when the Wearers dead. } + I who have always honest been, though poor, + In whom the utmost signs of Age appears, + And sink beneath the Burthen of my Years, + Cou'd never yet adore + A Knave or Blockhead, were he ne'er so Great; + Or, be like to them, to purchase an Estate. + + +XII. + + Poor thredbare _Vertue_ ne'er admir'd in Court, + But seeks its Refuge in an honest Mind, + There it securely dwells, + Like _Anchorets_ in Cells, + Where no Ambition nor wild Lust resorts: + To love our Country is indeed our Pride; + We glory in an honest Action done; + When the Reward is laid aside + The Glory and the Action is our own, + We seldom find + The Good, the Just, the Brave, + Have their Reward + From Princes they did save + From dire Destruction, or a poisoning Foe; + They let them go + Contemn'd, disdain'd; and most regard + Those Villians sought their overthrow. + As if the Just, the Brave, the Good, + Were but a _Bridge_ of Wood + To waft to great Preferments o'er, + Those, who were our foes before, + And then be tumbl'd down like useless Logs, + While those, who just pass'd o'er, + And the obliging Bridge shou'd thank, + Do scornfully stand grinning on the Bank, + To see the venerable Ruines float + Adrift upon the Stream, + Contemn'd by them, + Who give the Childrens Bread unto the Dogs; + _In vain_, says he, _we've fought_---- + But at this Word + He fiercely look'd, and then he grasp'd his Sword. + + +XIII. + + Pity it is, he said, this Sword of mine, + Of late so gloriously did shine, + In Foreign Fields 'midst Show'rs of Blood, + With which I've cut my Passage through + The Snowy _Alps_ and _Pyrenean_ Hills, + Where Death the Land with vast Destruction fills, + 'Mongst Warriors, who + Venture their Lives for their dear Countries good, + Should now be laid aside + 'Mongst Rubbish Iron old, + From reaking Blood scarce cold; + Or else converted to a _Knife_, + For some damn'd Villain first to cut + A Princes Bread, and next his Throat: + In vain we venture to preserve his Life, + In vain to Foreign Fields we come, + In vain to Foreign Force alli'd, + If a nefarious Brood at Home + Embarrass his Affairs, + Prolong the Wars, + Only t' enrich his Enemies, + Weaken his Government, and his Allies. + + +XIV. + + 'Tis strange a Prince, shou'd ere a _Fool_ preferr, + To be an Officer! + A _Knave_ may serve an unjust Government, + But ne'er prevent + Those Mischiefs may attend the just: + For who would trust + A Villain may be bought by Gold, + Unless design'd on purpose to be sold? + If Princes wou'd use _Fools_ as Shop-men do + Their Signs or Boards of show, + To tell the passers by there's better stuff + Within, 'tis rational enough. + But to set Centry at the Door, } + A Patriot or a Senator, } + Philosopher or Orator, } + To tell the Passers by their is within, + A _Merry Andrew_ to be seen, + Is very much ridiculous, + Tho' to our grief we often find it thus. + Thus Princes Bastardize + Their Countries Sons Legitimate, + And give the fair Estate + Unto a Spurious Brood, + That ne'er did good; + The honest Work, the _Knave_ enjoys the Prize. + + +XV. + + A Government adorn'd with Fools, + Empty Trifles, useless Tools, + Looks like a Toy-Shop gloriously bedeckt + With gawdy gewgaws, Childrens play things, + Painted Babies, Tinsel Creatures, + Wooden Folk, with Human features, + Made just for show, and no advantage brings, + And prove of no effect. + It dwindles to a _Raree-Show_, + In which no Man must act a Part + But the dull _Blockhead_ and the _Beau_, + The huffing _Fop_ without a Heart; + What Wise Man would a Journey take + On a dull Steed has broke his Back? + Or have recourse + Unto a _Hobby-Horse_? + Those act by such wise Rules, + Who prop Just Princes by a Tyrant's Tools. + + +XVI. + + Surely the Genius of a fruitful Isle + Is either lost, + Or what is worst, + Murder'd by those who shou'd support her Fame, + Add Glory to her Name; + The Heavens themselves have cast an angry look, + Seldom the Glorious Sun does shine + But Veils its face Divine. + _Jove_ does misguide the Seasons every Year; + Nought can we read in Nature's Book, + To reap her Fruits scarce worth our while. + Our Mother Earth, + From whose unhappy Womb, + We Mortals come, + Ne'er shows a Glorious Birth, + But proves abortive as our Actions are; + Nought have we left but hope, + Just like the Blind at Noon we grope: + The number of our Sins we must fulfil, + And if we're sav'd, it is against our will. + + +_FINIS._ + + + * * * * * + + + + +THE + +FOREIGNERS. + +A + +POEM. + + +PART I. + + +_LONDON_, + +Printed for _A. Baldwin_ in _Warwicklane_, + +MDCC. + + + + +The Foreigners. + + + Long time had _Israel_ been disus'd from Rest, + Long had they been by Tyrants sore opprest; + Kings of all sorts they ignorantly crav'd, + And grew more stupid as they were enslav'd; + Yet want of Grace they impiously disown'd, + And still like Slaves beneath the Burden groan'd: + With languid Eyes their Race of Kings they view, + The Bad too many, and the Good too few; + Some rob'd their Houses, and destroy'd their Lives, + Ravish'd their Daughters, and debauch'd their Wives; + Prophan'd the Altars with polluted Loves, + And worship'd Idols in the Woods and Groves. + + To Foreign Nations next they have recourse; + Striving to mend, they made their State much worse. + They first from _Hebron_ all their Plagues did bring, + Cramm'd in the Single Person of a King; + From whose base Loins ten thousand Evils flow, + Which by Succession they must undergo. + Yet sense of Native Freedom still remains, + They fret and grumble underneath their Chains; + Incens'd, enrag'd, their Passion do's arise, + Till at his Palace-Gate their Monarch dies. + This Glorious Feat was by the Fathers done, + Whose Children next depos'd his Tyrant Son, + Made him, like _Cain_, a murd'rous Wanderer, + Both of his Crimes, and of his Fortunes share. + + But still resolv'd to split on Foreign Shelves, + Rather than venture once to trust Themselves, + To Foreign Courts and Councils do resort, + To find a King their Freedoms to support: + Of one for mighty Actions fam'd they're told, + Profoundly wise, and desperately bold, + Skilful in War, Successful still in Fight, + Had vanquish'd Hosts, and Armies put to flight; + And when the Storms of War and Battels cease, + Knew well to steer the Ship of State in Peace. + Him they approve, approaching to their sight; + Lov'd by the Gods, of Mankind the Delight. + The numerous Tribes resort to see him land, + Cover the Beach, and blacken all the Strand; + With loud Huzza's they welcome him on shore, + And for their Blessing do the Gods implore. + + The Sanhedrim conven'd, at length debate + The sad Condition of their drooping State, + And Sinking Church, just ready now to drown; + And with one Shout they do the Hero crown. + + Ah Happy _Israel_! had there never come + Into his Councils crafty Knaves at home, + In combination with a Foreign Brood, + Sworn Foes to _Israel_'s Rights and _Israel_'s Good; + Who impiously foment Intestine Jars, + Exhaust our Treasure, and prolong our Wars; + Make _Israel_'s People to themselves a prey, + Mislead their King, and steal his Heart away: + United Intrests thus they do divide, + The State declines by Avarice and Pride; + Like Beasts of Prey they ravage all the Land, + Acquire Preferments, and usurp Command: + The Foreign Inmates the Housekeepers spoil, + And drain the Moisture of our fruitful Soil. + If to our Monarch there are Honours due, + Yet what with _Gibeonites_ have we to do? + When Foreign States employ 'em for their Food, + To draw their Water, and to hew their Wood. + What Mushroom Honours dos our Soil afford! + One day a Begger, and the next a Lord. + What dastard Souls do _Jewish_ Nobles wear! + The Commons such Affronts would never bear. + Let no Historian the sad Stories tell + Of thy base Sons, Oh servile _Israel_! + But thou, my Muse, more generous and brave, + Shalt their black Crimes from dark oblivion save; + To future Ages shalt their Sins disclose, + And brand with Infamy thy Nation's Foes. + + A Country lies, due East from _Judah_'s Shoar, + Where stormy Winds and noisy Billows roar; + A Land much differing from all other Soils, + Forc'd from the Sea, and buttress'd up with Piles. + No marble Quarrys bind the spungy Ground, + But Loads of Sand and Cockle-shells are found: + Its Natives void of Honesty and Grace, + A Boorish, rude, and an inhumane Race; + From Nature's Excrement their Life is drawn, + Are born in Bogs, and nourish'd up from Spawn. + Their hard-smoak'd Beef is their continual Meat, + Which they with Rusk, their luscious Manna, eat; + Such Food with their chill stomachs best agrees, + They sing _Hosannah_ to a Mare's-milk Cheese. + To supplicate no God, their Lips will move, + Who speaks in Thunder like Almighty _Jove_, + But watry Deities they do invoke, + Who from the Marshes most Divinely croak. + Their Land, as if asham'd their Crimes to see, + Dives down beneath the surface of the Sea. + _Neptune_, the God who do's the Seas command, + Ne'er stands on Tip-toe to descry their Land; + But seated on a Billow of the Sea, + With Ease their humble Marshes do's survey. + These are the Vermin do our State molest; + Eclipse our Glory, and disturb our Rest. + + _BENTIR_ in the Inglorious Roll the first, + _Bentir_ to this and future Ages curst, + Of mean Descent, yet insolently proud, + Shun'd by the Great, and hated by the Crowd; + Who neither Blood nor Parentage can boast, + And what he got the _Jewish_ Nation lost: + By lavish Grants whole Provinces he gains, + Made forfeit by the _Jewish_ Peoples Pains; + Till angry Sanhedrims such Grants resume, + And from the Peacock take each borrow'd Plume. + Why should the _Gibeonites_ our Land engross, + And aggrandize their Fortunes with our loss? + Let them in foreign States proudly command, + They have no Portion in the Promis'd Land, + Which immemorially has been decreed + To be the Birth-right of the _Jewish_ Seed. + How ill do's _Bentir_ in the Head appear } + Of Warriours, who do _Jewish_ Ensigns bear? } + By such we're grown e'en Scandalous in War. } + Our Fathers Trophies wore, and oft could tell + How by their Swords the mighty Thousands fell; + What mighty Deeds our Grandfathers had done, + What Battels fought, what Wreaths of Honour won: + Thro the extended Orb they purchas'd Fame, + The Nations trembling at their Awful Name: + Such wondrous Heroes our Fore-fathers were, + When we, base Souls! but Pigmies are in War: + By Foreign Chieftains we improve in Skill; + We learn how to intrench, not how to kill: + For all our Charge are good Proficients made + In using both the Pickax and the Spade. + But in what Field have we a Conquest wrought? + In Ten Years War what Battel have we fought? + + If we a Foreign Slave may use in War, + Yet why in Council should that Slave appear? + If we with _Jewish_ Treasure make him great, + Must it be done to undermine the State? + Where are the Antient Sages of Renown? } + No _Magi_ left, fit to advise the Crown? } + Must we by Foreign Councils be undone? } + Unhappy _Israel_, who such Measures takes, + And seeks for Statesmen in the Bogs and Lakes; + Who speak the Language of most abject Slaves, + Under the Conduct of our _Jewish_ Knaves. + Our _Hebrew_'s murder'd in their hoarser Throats; + How ill their Tongues agree with _Jewish Notes_! + Their untun'd Prattle do's our Sense confound, + Which in our Princely Palaces do's sound; + The self-same Language the old Serpent spoke, + When misbelieving _Eve_ the Apple took: + Of our first Mother why are we asham'd, + When by the self-same Rhetorick we are damn'd? + + But _Bentir_, not Content with such Command, + To canton out the _Jewish_ Nation's Land; + He do's extend to Other Coasts his Pride, + And other Kingdoms into Parts divide: + Unhappy _Hiram_! dismal is thy Song; + Tho born to Empire, thou art ever young! + Ever in Nonage, canst no Right transfer: + But who made _Bentir_ thy Executor? + What mighty Power do's _Israel_'s Land afford? } + What Power has made the famous _Bentir_ Lord? } + The Peoples Voice, and _Sanhedrim_'s Accord. } + Are not the Rights of People still the same? + Did they e'er differ in or Place or Name? + Have not Mankind on equal Terms still stood, + Without Distinction, since the mighty Flood? + And have not _Hiram_'s Subjects a free Choice + To chuse a King by their united Voice? + If _Israel_'s People cou'd a Monarch chuse, + A living King at the same time refuse; + That _Hiram_'s People, shall it e'er be said, + Have not the Right of Choice when he is dead? + When no Successor to the Crown's in sight, + The Crown is certainly the Peoples Right. + If Kings are made the People to enthral, + We had much better have no King at all: + But Kings, appointed for the Common Good, + Always as Guardians to their People stood. + And Heaven allows the People sure a Power + To chuse such Kings as shall not them devour: + They know full well what best will serve themselves, + How to avoid the dang'rous Rocks and Shelves. + + Unthinking _Israel_! Ah henceforth beware + How you entrust this faithless Wanderer! + He who another Kingdom can divide, } + May set your Constitution soon aside, } + And o'er your Liberties in Triumph ride. } + Support your Rightful Monarch and his Crown, + But pull this proud, this croaking Mortal down. + + Proceed, my Muse; the Story next relate + Of _Keppech_ the Imperious Chit of State, + Mounted to Grandeur by the usual Course + Of Whoring, Pimping, or a Crime that's worse; + Of Foreign Birth, and undescended too, + Yet he, like _Bentir_, mighty Feats can do. + He robs our Treasure, to augment his State, + And _Jewish_ Nobles on his Fortunes wait: + Our ravish'd Honours on his Shoulder wears, + And Titles from our Antient Rolls he tears. + Was e'er a prudent People thus befool'd, + By upstart Foreigners thus basely gull'd? + Ye _Jewish_ Nobles, boast no more your Race, + Or sacred Badges did your Fathers grace! + In vain is Blood, or Parentages, when + Ribbons and Garters can ennoble Men. + To Chivalry you need have no recourse, + The gawdy Trappings make the Ass a Horse. + No more, no more your Antient Honours own, + By slavish _Gibeonites_ you are outdone: + Or else your Antient Courage reassume, + And to assert your Honours once presume; + From off their Heads your ravish'd Lawrels tear, + And let them know what _Jewish_ Nobles are. + + +_THE END._ + + + * * * * * + + + + +THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY + +WILLIAM ANDREWS CLARK MEMORIAL LIBRARY + +University of California, Los Angeles + + +PUBLICATIONS IN PRINT + + +1948-1949 + + 16. 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