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Yet durst she not too deeply probe the wound,
As hoping still the nobler parts were sound;
But strore with anodynes to assuage the smart,
And mildly thus her medicine did impart.

Complaints of lovers help to ease their pain;
It shows a rest of kindness to complain;
A friendship loth to quit its former hold,
And conscious merit, may be justly bold;
But much more just your jealousy would shew,
If others' good were injury to you:
Witness, ye heavens, how I rejoice to see
Rewarded worth and rising loyalty !
Your warrior offspring, that upheld the crown,
The scarlet honour of your peaceful gown,
Are the most pleasing objects I can find,
Charms to my sight, and cordials to my mind:
When virtue spooms * before a prosperous gale,
My heaving wishes help to fill the sail ;
And if my prayers for all the brave were heard,
Cæsar should still have such, and such should, still

reward. The laboured earth your pains have sowed and

tilled, 'Tis just you reap the product of the field: Yours be the harvest; 'tis the beggar's gain, To glean the fallings of the loaded wain. Such scattered ears as are not worth your care, Your charity, for alms, may safely spare, For alms are but the vehicles of prayer. My daily bread is literally implored; I have no barns nor granaries to hoard. If Cæsar to his own his hand extends, Say which of yours his charity offends; You know, he largely gives to more than are his



* An old sca-term, signifying to run before the wind.

Are you defrauded, when he feeds the poor?
Our mite decreases nothing of your store.
I am but few, and by your fare you see
My crying sins are not of luxury.
Some juster motive sure your mind withdraws,
And makes you break our friendship’s holy laws;
For barefaced envy is too base a cause.
Show more occasion for your discontent;
Your love, the Wolf, would help you to invent:
Some German quarrel, or, as times go now,
Some French, * where force is uppermost, will do.
When at the fountain's head, as merit ought
To claim the place, you take a swilling draught,
How easy 'tis an envious eye to throw,
And tax the sheep for troubling streams below;
Or call her, when no farther cause you find,
An enemy professed of all your kind !
But, then, perhaps, the wicked world would think,
The Wolf designed to eat as well as drink.-

This last allusion galled the Panther more,
Because, indeed, it rubbed upon the sore;
Yet seemed she not to wince, though shrewdly pained,
But thus her passive character maintained.

I never grudged, whate'er my foes report,
Your flaunting fortune in the Lion's court.
You have your day, or you are much belied,
But I am always on the suffering side;
You know my doctrine, and I need not say,
I will not, but I cannot disobey.

* Une querelle Allemande is the well-known French phrase for a quarrel picked without cause. The Hind insinuates, that the Panther, conscious of superior force, meant to take such cause of quarrel at the English Catholics, as Louis had raked up against the Huguenots, which, therefore, might be styled rather a French than a German quarrel.

you hold.

Their malice too a sore suspicion brings,
For, though they dare not bark, they snarl at kings.
On this firm principle I ever stood;
He of my sons who fails to make it good,
By one rebellious act renounces to my blood. *

Ah, said the Hind, how many sons have you,
Who call you mother, whom you never knew!
But most of them, who that relation plead,
Are such ungracious youths as wish you dead.
They gape at rich revenues which
And fain would nibble at your grandame gold;
Enquire into your years, and laugh to find
Your crazy temper shows you much declined.
Were you not dim and doated, you might see
A pack of cheats that claim a pedigree,
No more of kin to you, than you to me.
Do you not know, that, for a little coin,
Heralds can foist a name into the line ?
They ask you blessing but for what
But, once possessed of what with care you save,
The wanton boys would piss upon your grave.

Your sons of latitude, that court your grace, Though most resembling you in form and face, Are far the worst of your pretended race; And, but I blush your honesty to blot, Pray God you prove them lawfully begot! For, in some Popish libels I have read, The Wolf has been too busy in your bed; t At least their hinder parts, the belly-piece, The paunch, and all that Scorpio claims, † are his.

you have,

Note II. + Note III. I The different parts of the body were assigned to different planets. The old almanacks have a naked figure in front, surrounded by the usual planetary emblems, which dart their rays on the parts which they govern. What Scorpio claims, if not apparent from the context, may be there found.

Nor blame them for intruding in your line;
Fat bishoprics are still of right divine.
Think you, your new French proselytes are come,
To starve abroad, because they starved at home?
Your benefices twinkled from afar,
They found the new Messiah by the star;
Those Swisses fight on any side for pay,
And 'tis the living that conforms, not they.
Mark with what management their tribes divide
Some stick to you, and some to t’other side,
That many churches
may for many mouths

vide. *
More vacant pulpits would more converts make;
All would have latitude enough to take:
The rest unbeneficed your sects maintain;
For ordinations, without cures, are vain,
And chamber practice is a silent gain.
Your sons of breadth at home are much like these;
Their soft and yielding metals run with ease;
They melt, and take the figure of the mould,
But harden and preserve it best in gold. —

Your Delphic sword, the Panther then replied, Is double-edged, and cuts on either side. Some sons of mine, who bear upon their shield Three steeples argent in a sable field, Have sharply taxed your converts, who, unfed, Have followed you for miracles of bread; t Such, who themselves of no religion are, Allured with gain, for any will declare. Bare lies, with bold assertions, they can face; But dint of argument is out of place. The grim logician puts them in a fright; 'Tis easier far to flourish than to fight. I

* Note IV.

+ Alluding to the charges brought against Dryden himself by Stillingfeet. See Note V.

I Note VI.

Thus, cur eighth Henry's marriage they defame;
They say, the schism of beds began the game,
Divorcing from the church to wed the dame;
Though largely proved, and by himself professed,
That conscience, conscience wouldnotlethim rest,
I mean, not till possessed of her he loved,
And old, uncharming Catherine was removed.
For sundry years before he did complain,
And told his ghostly confessor his pain.
With the same impudence, without a ground,
They say, that, look the reformation round,
No treatise of humility is found. †
But if none were, the gospel does not want;
Our Saviour preached it, and I hope you grant,
The sermon on the mount was protestant.-

No doubt, replied the Hind, as sure as all
The writings of Saint Peter and Saint Paul;
On that decision let it stand, or fall.
Now for my converts, who, you say, unfed,
Have followed me for miracles of bread.
Judge not by hearsay, but observe at least,
If since their

change their loaves have been increased.
The Lion buys no converts; if he did,
Beasts would be sold as fast as he could bid.
Tax those of interest, who conform for gain,
Or stay the market of another reign :
Your broad-way sons I would never be too nice
To close with Calvin, if he paid their price;
But, raised three steeples higher, would change their

note, And quit the cassock for the canting-coat.

* Note VII.

+ This is our author's own averment in his “ Defence of the Papers of the Duchess of York.” See Note VIII.

1 The latitudinarian, or moderate clergy above-mentioned, and particularly Stillingfleet.

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