The chimneys scuffle
1662
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The chimneys scuffle
Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.
Butler, Samuel, 1612-1680.
[2], 16 p.
[s.n.],
London :
1662.
Marginal notes.
Attributed to Richard Brathwaite and to Samuel Butler. cf. NUC pre-1956 v. 73 p. 33.
In verse.
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THE
CHIMNEYS
SCUFFLE
.
Publica
fumantes
tetigere
tributa
Caminos
,
Naribus
audacis
fastidiosa
plebis
.
LONDON
,
Printed
in
the
Year
1662.
THE
CHIMNEYS
SCUFFLE
.
This
is
no
Libel
,
such
as
Rogues
disperse
,
But
a
poor
Chimney-Plea
in
honest
Verse
.
DEar
Mistress
of
the
Muses
,
Polihym●y
,
Breath
Spirit
into
th'
Funnel
of
my
Chimney
,
That
old
Mull'd-Sack
,
who
to
such
fortunes
crept
;
And
from
a
Chimney
to
a
Mannor
lept
,
May
with
our
Steemy
Consort
joyn
in
One
Throbbing
our
Suff
rings
in
a
Sooty
room
.
But
whence
comes
this
Complaint
?
Be
pleas'd
to
hear
;
More
's
laid
upon
out
Hearths
,
than
they
can
Bear.
Our
Chimney-Sweepers
may
their
Hovels
keep
,
For
now
the
Owners
must
their
Chimneys
Sweep
To
lessen
their
Scrude
Tax
.
—
Turn
o're
thy
Book
,
Search
thy
Records
,
*
Cropt
Prin
,
and
shew
why
Smoak
Should
thus
be
hoisted
:
where
so
many
shar'd
,
While
Other
Smoakers
in
our
State
be
spar'd
!
Th'
like
Smoaking
Age
did
never
yet
appear
,
'T
is
thought
we
shall
turn
Aetna
the
next
year
:
We
're
all
in
Smoak
and
Powder
:
not
a
Stove
But
must
our
Synods
grand
Designe
improve
.
Alas
poor
Chimney-pipes
!
Say
,
why
should
you
Be
used
thus
,
who
stand
but
for
a
Show
In
Great
mens
Kitchins
;
while
your
Lords
at
Court
Act
for
high
Places
,
of
some
other
Sport
:
Presenting
there
their
Pagentry
so
clear
As
if
they
meant
to
make
't
a
Theater
.
Their
Tyre-rooms
are
alike
:
and
it
is
common
,
Women
act
there
with
men
,
and
men
with
women
.
Their
Tents
remov'd
:
the
Meniey
must
resort
By
their
Lords
conduct
to
the
modish
Court
,
Where
his
disbanded
ancient
Family
A
Squirrel
Lacky
,
or
py-colour'd
Page
,
Becomes
reduc'd
to
one
bare
Livery
;
Which
may
secure
his
Honour
from
much
wage
;
His
Vails
will
do
it
,
or
a
cashier'd
Suit
With
some
Appendices
of
Fancy
to
't
.
Batts
now
and
Scrich-Owls
may
keep
open
house
,
While
their
Lords
sated
with
a
Court-Carouse
,
Display
their
loose
debauch'ry
:
yet
must
they
For
their
Starv'd
Smoakless
Chimneys
duely
pay
This
late
enacted
Tax
:
O
precious
Jewel
That
pays
the
State
for
Fire-work
without
Fuel
!
And
this
is
just
:
for
These
get
any
day
More
by
one
Suit
than
thousand
Chimneys
pay
.
Whereas
poor
Tradesmen
who
live
by
their
Booth
,
Earning
no
more
than
serves
from
hand
to
mouth
,
With
all
their
Stock
can
scarce
pay
Scot
and
Lot
,
Eating
at
night
more
than
the
day
had
got
:
These
must
be
Smoak'd
too
,
though
their
Chimneys
speak
They
knew
not
what
Fire
meant
throughout
the
Week
.
Is
this
a
Parallel
,
line
,
or
Solon's
Law
?
That
those
whose
Fortunes
are
not
worth
a
straw
Should
be
thus
pounc'd
to
Muminie
,
and
receive
No
more
Exemption
than
our
Grandees
have
.
—
Caesar
I
beg
a
boon
,
and
it
is
this
That
I
may
plead
in
Forma
Pauperis
For
these
wcak
Starvelings
,
who
make
't
their
desire
That
their
Estates
may
purchase
first
a
Fire
Ere
they
pay
for
their
Chimneys
;
and
that
those
Whose
grandeur
by
our
Suff'rings
daily
grows
To
such
a
boundless
bottome
,
as
in
time
Their
daring
height
will
threaten
a
decline
,
May
feel
Your
Princely
Lash
;
and
these
be
many
Who
ought
well
to
be
smoak'd
as
much
as
any
.
For
they
're
such
State-Impostons
,
as
their
Task
Is
to
disguise
their
actions
with
a
Mask
Of
Partial-guilt
Conformity
;
and
such
As
like
base
Bulloign
will
not
bide
the
touch
,
Being
all
Coat-Cards
,
but
of
that
vicious
Crue
,
Their
Hearts
are
false
for
all
their
modish
Shew
.
And
I
must
tell
You
from
the
zeal
I
bear
Unto
that
Sacred
Diadem
You
wear
,
That
those
Court-Burs
who
onely
set
their
rast
On
best-betrust
or
on
Self-interest
,
(
For
that
's
prime
Game
at
Cards
they
daily
use
For
their
advantage
and
Your
high
abuse
,
)
Can
with
a
Spanish-Shrug
complete
their
Ends
,
And
make
the
world
beleive
they
're
Caesar's
Friends
;
Ingratitude
concludes
them
to
be
those
Whom
You
reward
the
most
be
most
Your
Foes
,
Be
not
these
Courtly
Cay-ducks
,
whose
repute
Swoln
with
ambition
of
a
gaudy
Suit
,
Or
some
Outlaudish
,
gimp-thigh'd
Pantalour
,
A
garb
since
Adam's
.
time
was
rarely
known
;
Strut
all
a-long
to
win
the
eyes
of
men
,
Who
,
if
discreet
,
with
Scorn
dis-value
them
;
All
Sycamours
for
Shadow
;
nought
for
Fruit
,
Vers'd
only
in
a
frivolous
dispute
Or
loose
discourse
of
Hawk
,
or
Hound
,
or
Horse
,
Or
in
pursuit
of
H
,
what
's
ten
times
worse
.
These
be
those
lazy
fruitlesse
Droans
who
thrive
By
sucking
Honey
from
Your
Princely
Hive
,
What
they
ne're
wrought
nor
duly
labour'd
for
,
And
these
may
rest
securely
on
the
Shore
;
While
Your
endeered
Zelots
who
have
lost
Their
Fortunes
for
Your
sake
are
hourly
crost
By
adverse
Winds
:
Long
have
these
Starvelings
bin
Waiting
at
th'
Pool
in
hope
to
be
tane
in
,
But
some
desertlesse
Amorists
of
Fashion
,
Though
really
the
Refuse
of
our
Nation
,
Must
be
admitted
to
the
highest
place
Not
by
internal
but
external
Grace
.
'T
is
only
Gold-foil
that
performs
the
work
,
Heav'ns
blesse
our
Court
from
such
a
cursed
Turk
,
For
though
his
partial
Presence
honour
win
,
He
had
no
hand
in
bringing's
Sov'raign
in
.
Awake
Great
Prince
,
intend
your
own
Affairs
,
Let
no
light
Dalilah
rob
You
of
Your
hairs
;
Those
royal
nerves
should
now
imployed
be
In
Steering
th'
Rudder
of
Your
Monarchie
;
And
smoaking
those
Ratouns
who
make
't
their
aime
To
raise
their
Fortunes
though
they
split
their
Fame
;
Nay
,
th'
honour
of
our
Nation
;
which
is
tride
Sufficiently
at
th'
Game
of
Peep
and
Hide
.
Our
State
's
a
constant
Mask
:
—
nor
can
we
know
Their
faces
by
their
vizors
;
but
they
show
Best
when
they
'r
least
discover'd
:
for
what
good
Can
be
deriv'd
from
Those
corrupt
their
blood
,
And
mould
base
Heraldry
,
sprinkling
a
shame
Upon
th'
degenerate
House
,
from
whence
they
came
?
All
's
out
of
Order
;
Marriage
Beds
begin
To
take
a
Surfet
and
to
rellish
Sin.
Stoln
Waters
rast
the
sweetest
;
those
Fruits
too
Which
in
their
proper
Soil
did
never
grow
,
But
by
a
strange-inoculating
hand
Seizing
on
that
which
th'
Owner
should
command
,
Solace
their
Palates
most
:
—
Actors
o
th'
Stage
Spouse
it
the
best
with
th'
Peerage
of
this
Age.
Yet
th'
Spousal
holds
not
:
a
dispensive
Power
Has
made
his
Wife
his
constant
Paramour
:
And
yet
HE
loves
HER
as
he
loves
his
Life
,
And
dearer
too
then
if
She
were
his
Wife
.
But
that
we
may
the
sooner
make
an
end
,
Let
us
unto
Your
Offices
descend
,
Both
great
and
num'rous
in
Your
peaceful
State
,
And
such
as
make
our
Officers
too
fat
:
So
swoln
as
they
forget
what
they
have
bin
,
With
those
brave
Places
they
are
seated
in
.
My
Pen
ne'r
brook'd
the
Style
of
Parasite
,
The
World
shall
see
I
'll
do
each
Office
right
.
And
first
to
Those
whom
we
account
the
prime
,
Those
Lawn-fleeves
of
our
late
reformed
time
,
Whose
boundlesse
height
such
Priviledges
give
As
if
they
trench'd
on
Your
Prerogative
.
For
these
are
Smoakers
too
,
give
them
their
due
,
When
we
our
dormant
Leases
should
renew
;
Which
might
have
been
prevented
in
our
Land
If
you
had
kept
those
Leases
in
Your
hand
.
Which
would
have
given
those
mounting
Lords
content
,
And
rais'd
fit
Pentions
for
Your
indigent
Deserving
Friends
;
who
bravely
stood
their
ground
When
these
Mandilions
were
not
to
be
found
.
Yet
those
insatiate
Herds
for
all
their
store
Are
in
their
thoughts
as
empty
as
before
:
Though
Diocesses
be
of
large
extent
To
thirsty
Lungs
they
're
insufficient
.
Balaam's
Priests
could
cunningly
devise
How
to
convey
their
Idol
Sacrifice
.
This
thirst
deserves
rebuke
in
Him
that
preaches
,
Cathedral
Rabbies
should
be
no
Horse-leaches
.
And
some
we
have
no
Leprous
gold
will
touch
,
They
're
yet
thin
●own
,
may
we
have
many
such
.
There
's
Smoak
in
Law
too
,
having
to
much
skill
As
to
drain
Water
from
the
Clients
Mill.
The
one
as
simple
as
the
other
wife
,
The
Lawyer
g●inds
and
takes
the
Millers
grife
.
He
'l
finger
your
pretence
be
'
t
right
or
wrong
,
Though
th'
Cause
be
weak
,
fat
Fees
will
make
it
strong
.
Had
these
in
Xerxes
or
Severus
dayes
Sought
to
enlarge
their
Fame
,
or
Fortunes
raise
,
They
by
Imperial
Sentence
had
been
Smoak'd
,
And
with
Gold
molted
down
their
Throat
been
Chok'd
:
For
nought
in
reason
could
be
held
more
sit
,
Than
those
who
sold
base
Smoak
to
fall
by
it
:
Shall
I
draw
near
Your
Court
?
it
will
aver
The
ranting
Courtier
Smoaks
the
Cavalier
;
Who
though
he
never
fought
not
ever
will
,
He
can
prefer
a
Suit
,
and
there
's
his
skilp
.
Yet
this
Brisk
Gig
for
all
his
garish
show
,
Proves
Smoaked
by
his
Damasella
too
;
Who
near
the
Lobby
or
the
Back-Stairs
waits
To
squeeze
her
Pention
from
her
Brothel
Mates
:
This
brings
revenues
to
the
Surgeons
Hall
,
But
Cheats
and
Courtly
Cringes
pay
for
all
.
Those
in
our
State
he
only
held
for
Wisemen
Who
are
design'd
Commissioners
and
Excisemen
.
These
be
those
Grand
Impostors
of
our
State
,
And
need
not
for
preferment
long
to
wait
,
For
they
've
already
feather'd
well
their
Nest
,
And
on
Your
Subjects
ruine
set
their
rest
.
These
to
improve
Your
Rents
,
as
they
pretend
,
Become
Your
Farmers
,
but
observe
the
end
Of
their
Imployments
!
't
is
their
only
aim
To
make
a
Booty
of
their
Soveraign
.
With
modest
boldnesse
let
me
tell
Your
Grace
,
That
these
have
cheated
You
before
Your
Face
,
In
prizing
th'
rates
of
Customs
to
be
such
,
When
th'
Annual
profit
render'd
thrice
as
much
.
Now
was
not
this
Design
persued
well
,
To
take
the
Kernell
and
leave
You
the
Shell
?
Yet
these
be
Farmers
still
:
Persons
of
case
Sharing
in
Your
Revennes
as
they
please
:
Made
to
Cajole
the
State
,
but
do
no
good
Unlesse
it
be
to
suck
the
Vital
blood
Of
Your
endeered
Subjects
,
who
have
serv'd
Both
You
and
Yours
;
and
better
far
deserv'd
Than
these
Cantarides
who
cleave
to
th'
Skin
For
the
Rivulets
of
Blood
that
flow
within
:
But
when
their
yawning
Chaps
have
drunk
up
all
,
High-swoln
with
Loyal
blood
,
they
're
forc'd
to
fall
.
These
too
like
impudent
Suiters
lately
wooe
To
be
the
Farmers
of
our
Chimneys
too
:
Which
by
their
active
undermining
wit
They
first
contriv'd
,
by
Votes
committing
it
To
a
Self-own'd
Committee
,
whose
Compact
Brought
this
Proposol
to
an
expresse
Act
:
And
though
by
Act
prohibited
it
be
No
Member
share
in
that
Proprience
,
A
trick
is
found
out
by
their
quick-silver'd
Brain
,
A
Dispensation
for
a
future
gain
.
These
raking
Rocks
when
they
're
on
profit
Set
;
Take
all
for
Fish
that
comes
into
their
Net.
And
these
Grandalions
of
Your
own
Retenue
Who
would
be
thought
to
heighten
Your
Revenue
:
And
with
more
fullnesse
of
Content
instore
You
Than
any
Prince
that
ever
Raign'd
before
You
:
Just
as
that
Rebel
Parliament
profess'd
To
Your
late
Father
in
His
Suff'rings
bless'd
.
Brave
Plots
;
rich
Profers
!
which
like
Flow'rs
were
strew'd
Not
to
refresh
the
Sense
but
to
delude
.
But
was
this
done
,
my
Gracious
Liege
,
for
You
?
No
,
though
at
first
sight
it
might
make
a
shew
,
As
Painted
Projects
use
,
t'
inhance
Your
Ren●s
,
Their
Subtile
Sconces
moulded
worse
intents
Than
pur-blin'd
Eyes
discover'd
;
for
they
sought
Either
by
Farming
what
their
Brokage
wrought
,
Or
by
their
Agents
to
ingratiate
▪
Your
Smile
for
whom
they
did
negotiate
.
But
such
base
baits
You
cannot
rellish
,
sure
,
Those
be
Your
Friends
who
make
You
most
secure
:
Whereas
Court-Fawns
,
those
Buffouns
of
our
age
Practise
a-long
Your
HONOUR
to
ingage
;
Which
Princes
ever
held
the
precioust
Gem
That
could
enrich
a
Royal
Diadem
.
For
what
's
this
guilded
State
but
painted
Clay
If
Spotlesse
Reputation
fall
away
?
May
that
live
still
unblemish'd
,
and
remain
An
Individual
to
my
Sov'raign
,
I
'm
bold
,
but
't
is
my
Zeal
that
makes
me
so
,
Who
spares
to
speak
he
is
Your
fawning
Foe
.
Satyrs
who
lay
true
tincture
on
a
Crime
,
Deserve
more
praise
then
Humorists
o
th'
time
.
'T
is
Charity
in
Him
that
shews
the
way
,
Or
lends
his
Light
to
One
who
goes
a
stray
A
Subject
to
his
Prince
is
such
a
Debter
,
The
Plainer
that
He
writes
,
he
loves
him
better
.
Into
Your
Court
such
Favourites
have
rush'd
,
Whose
Coats
being
full
of
Moats
had
need
be
brush'd
;
'T
is
true
indeed
we
have
Comp●rolors
plenty
,
But
of
that
Rank
there
is
not
one
of
twenty
Dare
execute
that
Office
as
,
he
should
,
Nor
would
He
,
I
'm
perswaded
,
if
he
could
.
The
Weeds
of
others
cannot
well
be
mown
By
those
who
have
so
many
of
their
own
:
Their
Studies
are
Lampounds
;
wherein
their
aime
States
Court-abuses
to
the
Penner's
shame
;
For
there
's
not
any
witty
Back-stair
Wench
But
reading
jeers
them
for
their
want
of
Sense
.
We
talk
of
a
strange
thing
call'd
Reformation
,
But
where
's
that
Creature
to
be
sound
i
th'
Nation
!
That
Language
is
Utopian
,
none
of
ours
,
And
has
been
long
time
since
shut
out
a
doors
As
a
regardlesse
Alien
:
—
Let
us
can
And
take
our
Circuit
from
man
to
man.
Phanatick
,
Libertine
and
Leveller
,
Our
rigid
Presbyterian
,
who
to
err
Were
held
a
Prodigy
:
let
's
see
what
peace
Or
Reformation
any
one
of
these
Can
hold
forth
to
us
!
—
but
the
other
day
Iohn
Presbyter
was
to
be
pack'd
away
With
his
Sedicious
Spawn
:
but
are
they
gone
As
't
was
injoyn'd
them
,
forty
Miles
from
Town
?
No
,
no
,
believe
it
this
was
a
brute
Thunder
,
Their
swelling
Spirits
are
not
so
kept
under
;
For
they
're
repriv'd
,
their
Censure
now
blown
o're
And
re-estated
where
they
were
before
:
And
now
restor'd
,
they
vapour
it
afresh
As
none
might
touch
their
Sanctified
Hesh
.
Those
who
supply
their
Places
few
draw
near
them
,
And
though
they
preach
pure
Doctrine
none
wil
hear
them
.
Is
this
the
way
to
Reformations
,
say
,
When
Shepherds
who
have
taught
their
Flocks
to
stray
Must
be
indulg'd
;
and
though
they
bring
forth
Leaves
But
no
Soul-saving
fruit
,
yet
must
Lawn-●eeves
Though
ne'r
so
Orthodoxal
;
be
content
With
a
fraterual
shrug
to
give
consent
To
these
Church-Cattines
,
whose
active
pate
Works
to
reduce
us
to
that
forlorn
State
Which
our
Anarchiall
Government
retain'd
While
th'
Syracusan
Tyrant
o're
us
raign'd
?
Nor
can
I
blame
those
Magpies
if
they
give
Such
freedome
to
these
Zimreys
to
live
;
High
forts
support
the
Lower
:
those
who
ne'r
were
Friends
to
Church
discipline
nor
the
Lords
Prayer
Be
their
GOOD
LORDS
:
and
These
in
such
high
Grace
As
they
'l
cast
dirt
in
any
Bishops
face
;
So
bravely
rais'd
they
are
,
to
Courtly
strong
As
they
will
do
no
right
nor
suffer
wrong
:
Nor
is
it
strange
that
they
their
Faith
dis-own
Who
made
their
Breach
of
Faith
before
with
Crown
.
Grave
Presbyterian
Patrons
,
who
display
Their
Zeal
by
throwing
Common
Pray'r
away
Doom'd
to
a
dif●rent
Martyrdome
,
as
of
late
Was
done
in
flat
defiance
to
the
State
And
th'
High
Prerogative
sole
due
to
You
,
As
if
we
had
no
Native
Caesar
now
:
If
this
succeed
,
as
't
his
a
fearful
Shew
,
A
tragick
Epilogue
must
needs
ensue
.
We
hear
of
Coiners
too
,
but
they
're
so
Greai
As
they
may
safely
play
the
Counterfeit
:
Men
of
meb
high
descent
and
brave
desert
Scorn
to
receive
their
Convoy
from
a
Cart.
The
Sun
has
many
Moats
,
yet
who
'l
assay
To
take
those
radiant
blemishes
away
?
They
're
glorious
Soils
:
and
Those
are
daring
Fools
Who
call
in
question
either
Art
or
Tools
.
I
much
commend
those
Coiners
pollicy
Who
stand
secur'd
by
their
Society
:
For
they
on
such
dependent
Statists
hing
,
They
're
priviledg'd
from
Cap'ring
in
a
string
.
But
to
our
Chimney-work
!
—
This
Enterview
Must
Catechise
us
—
Sir
,
what
Chimneys
you
;
What
Hearths
,
Stoves
,
Ovens
?
render
us
account
,
For
we
're
Contractors
.
and
must
stand
upon
't
:
Do
not
deceive
your self
,
return
your
number
,
For
you
're
to
suffer
if
you
render
under
.
The
Lash
o
th'
Act
shall
swinge
you
with
such
Strokes
As
never
shall
be
cur'd
by
Iohn
an
Oakes
Nor
those
grave
Coif-men
,
who
for
either
side
In
our
late
Bickerings
have
their
Judgements
tried
:
And
as
they
well
delerv'd
,
now
high
advanc'd
,
So
well
it
has
unto
those
Neuters
chanc'd
;
Who
with
such
solemn
Ceremonial
State
In
funeral
Robes
on
Bradshaw's
Corps
did
wait
:
And
as
they
drol'd
in
mournful
Habits
thither
,
It
had
been
well
they
had
been
Earth'd
together
.
Small
Coal
,
Small
Coal
.
—
Still
,
still
that
Croaking
Cry
;
I
've
stopp'd
up
all
my
Hearths
;
no
Coals
will
I.
I
will
not
Salamander-like
desire
To
make
mine
Habitation
in
the
Fire
:
These
age-benummed
Joynts
I
'll
never
warm
E're
I
pay
more
for
Chimneys
then
my
Farm.
Though
hoary
Winter
now
draw
near
at
hand
I
'll
shew
such
due
obedience
to
Command
;
With
Damocles
I
'd
rather
chuse
to
starve
Than
lessen
his
Revenues
whom
I
serve
;
Yet
let
the
State
excuse
me
,
for
Blind
Hugh
My
Mason
clos'd
my
Hearth
before
I
knew
.
Maduesse
hath
made
me
senselesse
of
all
shame
,
Within
this
Fortnight
I
from
Ped'am
came
;
Where
I
my
Crack-brain'd
Amours
did
express
As
Woers
should
;
Tom
to
his
lucky
Bese
.
And
this
contents
me
,
though
mad
Boyes
we
be
,
I
've
found
a
Court
grown
madder
far
than
we
.
My
Brain
is
madling
;
I
am
now
for
Court
For
no
Suit-quest
,
I
am
not
monied
for
't
;
But
to
observe
their
posture
;
for
we
hear
What
strange-divining
Meteors
rusle
there
.
State-Criticks
now
our
Sprucer
Sprigs
be
grown
,
Ready
to
brush
all
garments
but
their
own
;
Those
must
be
lightly
touch'd
,
for
they
alledge
Their
Acts
pretend
a
Native
priviledge
:
Sphear'd
above
Censure
is
their
Regiment
,
Apish
or
modish
it
is
sufficient
So
it
be
forraign
,
be
it
ne're
so
gay
Nor
garish-gaudy
,
〈…〉
will
find
a
way
To
gain
admirers
:
and
with
speed
prepare
New
Fashion-Mongers
for
a
stranger
aire
:
Our
Countrey
Artists
be
such
homely
Creatures
As
they
mis-shape
the
Beauty
of
their
features
.
So
it
bear
th'
Title
of
Outlandish
work
,
'T
will
give
content
though
moulded
by
a
Turk
.
There
's
nought
exact
done
by
an
English
hand
,
No
dresse
complete
but
from
an
other
Land.
So
is
the
World
might
think
we
stare
a
quarrel
Both
with
our
plunder'd
Language
and
Apparrel
.
Thus
begger
we
our
own
;
not
care
we
much
So
we
content
our Selves
▪
our
humour's
such
.
Here
may
you
see
a
light
py●
colour'd
Jack
.
Wear
a
whole
Lordship
on
his
crazy
back
;
Which
his
extorting
Ancestor
convey'd
To
Him
,
who
for
his
death
entirely
pray'd
That
he
might
Pawn
his
Aores
;
and
ingage
.
His
State
to
dawb
his
Lackey
and
his
Page
:
Resembsing
those
to
life
who
nostle
here
Learning
first
to
get
Clothes
,
then
how
to
wear
,
(
To
th'
Mercers
Ruine
)
though
a
Venial
Sin
To
cheat
a
Book
who
meant
to
Cozen
Him.
Turn
over
Leaf
by
Loaf
i
th'
Drapers
Book
,
You
'l
find
his
long
own
Scores
as
light
as
Smoak
.
Yet
is
he
out
of
Debt
I
dare
well
say
,
For
He
is
said
to
own
who
means
to
pay
.
But
being
at
last
stake
what
shall
he
do
?
He
has
no
Brains
i
th'
World
to
five
unto
:
The
only
way
then
to
evade
this
Shelf
Is
to
serve
one
no
wiser
than
himself
,
Some
Laptand
Lord
,
who
having
got
no
Heirs
,
Makes
his
thoughts
Strangers
to
all
thriving
Cares
.
Now
what
Supplies
accommodate
the
youth
Of
these
profusive
Sparks
,
whose
Fruitlesse
growth
Has
spent
it self
to
atoms
?
They
must
look
To
be
Collectors
of
our
Chimney
Smoak
,
And
by
their
mis-accounting
profit
bring
Gain
to
themselves
in
Cheating
of
the
King.
A
bold
adventure
,
yet
an
usual
guize
As
may
appear
by
Farmers
o
th'
Excize
;
Which
in
one
Instance
I
shall
clearly
shew
,
Though
not
recorded
yet
approved
true
:
Th'
Event
so
just
it
highly
pleased
me
Not
in
the
Act
but
the
Catastrophe
.
A
Stirring
Member
of
the
Parliament
Stor'd
richly
with
all
Blessings
save
Content
,
Became
Excifeman
;
but
before
he
found
The
Profit
on
't
,
his
Patent
fell
to
ground
.
I
wish
all
Patentees
may
have
sike
hap
,
Who
draine
Revenues
from
the
Ale-wifes
Tap.
O
brave
Design
!
Struck
on
a
fatal
Shelf
,
By
his
own
Vote
th'
Exciseman
splits
himself
But
how
has
this
Exciseman
born
himself
!
How
has
this
timing
Bird
beray'd
his
Nest
!
How
has
he
run
his
Pinnace
on
a
Shelf
!
How
has
he
ruin'd
those
deserved
best
!
Split
th'
Cavalry
of
their
just
interest
!
Was
not
this
Act
a
Crime
beyond
compare
I
will
not
judge
,
but
leave
it
to
the
Chaire
!
But
these
ambitious
thoughts
we
have
at
Court
Make
hopes
of
Honour
ramble
in
this
sort
.
THESE
from
their
Countrey
have
such
glory
gain'd
By
ringing
backward
they
are
entertain'd
.
This
is
my
Maxim
:
they
're
not
Caesar's
friends
Who
mould
their
Votes
and
Acts
for
private
Ends.
All
such
as
lov'd
their
Prince
have
under
〈…〉
ood
That
they
did
neither
King
nor
Subject
good
.
Those
to
their
Soveraign
ever
prove
unjust
Who
'twixt
Him
and
his
People
breed
distrust
.
And
such
,
my
Liege
,
or
else
we
hear
a
Fable
,
Receive
admittance
daily
to
Your
Table
,
Who
to
inlarge
the
Bounds
of
their
Estate
Will
hackney
Honour
out
at
any
rate
.
These
be
Court-Butterflies
,
who
make
a
Show
Just
as
our
Lordships
Chimneys
use
to
do
In
cheating
Beggars
,
making
their
repaire
But
find
no
Warmth
nor
Crum
of
Comfort
there
.
Discretion
will
not
measure
true
desert
By
Apish
postures
or
Outlandish
Art.
He
only
merits
the
esteem
of
Greaetnesse
Who
Suits
his
dresse
without
affected
neatnesse
.
Your
Highness
sways
three
Scepters
independing
From
Elders
numberless
by
line
descending
;
Let
no
Act
derogate
from
that
descent
Through
hostile
force
or
Subjects
discontent
.
Clear
that
Augean
Stable
;
Let
no
stain
Darken
the
Splendor
of
our
Charlemain
,
Nor
his
Court-gate
:
May
th'
Ladies
of
this
time
Be
Aemulators
of
our
Katharine
Late
come
,
long
wish'd
:
whose
Princely
same
shall
be
A
living
Annal
to
Posteritie
.
To
whose
pure
judgement
,
then
which
none
more
strong
Being
Stranger
to
the
World
and
so
Young
Nought
can
detract
more
from
a
knowing
Nation
Then
making
a
meer
Idol
of
a
Fashion
;
Or
in
resemblance
unto
*
Isis
Asse
To
sacrifice
the
Morning
to
their
Glasse
:
Such
atoms
of
lost
honour
SHE
esteems
For
wandring
Fancies
or
Phanatick
Dreams
:
This
Royal
Pattern
may
,
no
doubt
,
re-gain
Our
Albyon
Halcyon
days
and
Saturns
-
Raign
.
The
World's
new-moulded
:
—
SHE
who
t'other
day
Could
Chant
and
Chirp
like
any
Bird
in
May
Stor'd
with
Caresses
of
the
Choicest
lort
That
Art
could
purchase
from
a
Forreign
Court
,
Limn'd
so
by
Natures
Pencil
,
as
no
part
But
gave
a
wound
,
where
e'r
it
found
an
heart
.
A
Fortresse
and
Main-Castle
of
Defence
Secur'd
from
all
Assailants
saving
Sence
.
—
But
SHE
's
a
Convert
and
a
Mirrour
now
Both
in
her
Carriage
and
Profession
too
;
Divorc'd
from
strange
Embraces
:
as
my
Pen
May
justly
style
Her
Englands
Magdalen
.
Wherein
She
's
to
be
held
of
more
esteem
In
being
fam'd
a
Convert
of
the
Queen
.
And
from
relapse
that
She
secur'd
might
be
,
SHE
wisely
daigns
to
keep
her
Companie
▪
But
forasmuch
as
noisome
weeds
are
found
In
no
Soil
more
than
in
our
Holy
Ground
;
And
Darknesse
sometimes
takes
the
Robe
of
Light
,
So
as
all
is
not
clear
that
seemeth
white
;
Admonish
those
Lawn
Sleeves
they
grow
not
proud
But
seasonably
communicate
pure
food
To
their
deputed
Flock
:
Your
Grace
has
carv'd
Large
parts
for
them
,
let
not
their
Sheep
be
starv'd
For
want
of
nour
shment
:
I
'd
have
them
too
Not
only
stand
like
Beacons
for
a
show
;
Their
Church-revenues
as
they
be
not
small
,
'T
were
fit
for
th'
Poor
they
built
an
Hospitall
;
Which
Almes-work
so
long
as
they
delay
,
Let
their
Revenues
for
our
Chimneys
pay
.
At
least
,
for
Tenths
as
they
precisely
stand
For
each
tenth
Chimney
let
them
pay
through
th'
Land
Their
Leases
to
that
vast
advantage
rise
They
may
increase
their
Pride
and
Avarice
.
The
Poor
should
be
their
Children
during
life
,
A
Diocesan
Care
their
Married
Wife
.
This
would
imbellish
Miters
and
inlarge
Their
Past●ral
pains
to
edifie
their
Charge
.
For
th'
Presbyter
,
because
there
cannot
be
An
Unity
'twixt
Him
and
Monarchie
,
For
if
th'
Oue
rise
,
the
Other
needs
must
fall
,
Left
of
those
Sectists
be
there
none
at
all
,
Silence
is
not
Sufficient
:
Such
Division
Requires
strict
Exile
for
the
best
Physician
.
Their
Plots
are
all
Phlebotomy
,
but
Yours
By
mild
indulgence
tender
easier
Cures
.
No
more
;
vouchsafe
upon
our
Suit
to
look
,
Our
Hearths
want
Fires
;
and
where
's
no
Fire
,
no
Smoak
.
The
COURT-CURRIER
.
OUr
Country
was
of
late
with
blood
imbrew'd
,
And
in
this
Age
as
viciously
indew'd
,
Impoison'd
with
base
Ingratitude
,
Where
th'
Hydra-headed
Slavish
Multitude
Admires
those
only
who
have
so
much
Sence
,
As
beg
a
Place
with
srontlesse
impudence
:
And
by
their
activ'st
Pavourite
,
ready
pence
,
And
without
merit
seels
for
recompence
.
These
be
the
th●iving
Boyes
,
who
at
this
day
Are
tane
into
the
P
〈…〉
while
others
stay
.
The
Honest
CAVALIER
.
MAny
have
here
high
hopes
,
but
they
expire
Before
they
mount
to
th'
height
of
their
desire
.
They
're
only
wise
that
have
the
least
to
do
Fixing
on
Flim
from
whom
all
Graces
slow
.
Nothing
so
sirm
that
may
Affiance
give
.
Let
us
only
love
where
we
may
ever
live
.
So
shall
our
hopes
be
crown'd
,
and
Saints
receive
us
Into
those
Courtly
joyes
shall
*
never
leaves
us
.
Some
find
the
way
who
after
learn
to
stray
.
The
End
tries
all
,
the
Evening
Crowns
the
Day
.
FINIS
.
Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
Notes for div A29226-e70
Who
chang'd
his
Name
for
a
Sum
of
money
conditionally
paid
him
by
his
Fellow
Chimney-Sweepers
.
*
Late'y
createa
Keeper
of
the
Fower-Records
;
but
his
Fanatick
Brain
and
Fantastick
Pea
have
run
such
Division
,
as
they
will
unstrip
him
of
that
Imployment
.
A
Fashion
to
our
Nation
unknown
though
now
disp●●s'd
through
City
,
Country
,
Town
.
Sampsonis
Capilli
sunt
Principis
nervi
;
qui
Pascivis
amplexibus
,
impudicis
amoribus
debilitari
solent
,
si
non
dirimi
.
Proc.
Neither
Fruits
of
their
owne
planting
,
nor
Waters
of
their
own
draining
,
nor
Soil
of
their
own
improving
.
Fortis
amatorls
fit
Palma
,
Corone
labotis
,
Quo
Sponsus
thalamum
Servat
honore
Suum
.
Mancin
.
Pastoral
Office
in
the
first
place
,
because
the
highest
prize
:
and
purchas'd
by
Renewal
of
Leases
at
the
lowest
price
.
In
they
Court
of
B
〈…〉
s
(
as
the
Apologua
observes
the
Elephaunt
would
not
be
admitted
,
because
his
knees
were
so
unweldy
,
they
would
not
bend
,
☜
Whose
Arguments
,
though
strongly
seconded
,
in
a
late
debate
were
evinced
,
and
those
Fiery
S●par
〈…〉
t
s
deservingly
silenced
.
Mean
while
their
Conventicles
and
Clandestine
Assemblies
by
their
own
●riviledge
frequently
continued
.
☞
Witnesse
those
Hubbuls
raised
in
several
Parochial
Churches
.
☜
An
Apish-modish
vosture
the
only
sweet
Courtly
garb
.
☞
A
gallant
Retinue
,
to
travel
out
the
fagend
of
a
Prodigals
Fortune
.
A
Cool
Coal-Cordial
for
a
Consumptive
Prodigal
.
Hear
this
Countrey
Peal
,
ye
Kni●h●s
o
th'
Shire
and
Burgesses
.
☞
A
Princesse
in
Habit
&
Diet
unexemplarily
temperate
.
*
—
Speculum
sibi
fingit
Asellus
Flumine
,
quo
speciem
complicet
ille
suam
.
Farn.
☞
☜
We
leave
the
injurious
Usage
of
one
of
these
(
a
Formal
Fox
,
and
advanc'd
to
oue
of
our
highest
Places
)
to
the
ingeuuous
Relation
of
Mr.
Cressey
,
a
modest
deserving
Gentleman
.
Such
Phlebotomists
as
practise
wholly
upon
the
Basi●ica
Ven●
for
a
State-Cure
are
dangerous
Artists
:
and
fitter
far
for
Jamaica
than
us
.
Distinguish
these
by
their
Cignizances
.
*
〈◊〉
deceive
〈◊〉