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“ But incense from my hands is poorly prized,
“ For gists are scorned where givers are despised.
I served a turn, and then was cast away ;
“ You, like the gaudy fly, your wings display,
“ And sip the sweets, and bask in your great Patron's day.”

This heard, the matron was not slow to find
What sort of malady had seized her mind :
Disdain, with gnawing envy, fell despite,
And cankered malice stood in open sight :
Ambition, interest, pride without control,
And jealousy, the jaundice of the soul ;
Revenge, the bloody minister of ill,
With all the lean tormenters of the will.
'Twas easy now to guess from whence arose
Her new-made union with her ancient foes,
Her forced civilities, her faint embrace,
Affected kindness with an altered face :
Yet durst she not too deeply probe the wound,
As hoping still the nobler parts were sound;
But strove 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 show,
“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 honours 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.

Το1 “ 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,

105 “ And 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 ;

110 “You know, he largely gives to more than are his friends. “ Are you defrauded, when he feeds the poor?

“ Our mite decreases nothing of your store. To spoom is a sea-term applied to a ship under sail going right before the wind.

“ I am but few,* and by your fare you see
“ My crying sins are not of luxury.

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" 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, I though shrewdly pained,
But thus her passive character maintained :

“I never grudged, whate'er my soes 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.
* 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." S

“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 you hold
“ And fain would nibble at your grandam gold;
“ Inquire into your years, and laugh to find
Your crazy temper shows you much declined.
“ Were you not dim and doted,ll 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 you have;
“ But once possessed of what with care you save,

“ The wanton boys would piss upon your grave. * “I am but few." Compare "a numerous exile," Part 1, line 20.

+ A German quarrel, from the French phrase, une querelle Allemande, for a quarrel picked without cause. France under Louis XIV. made such quarrels where it suited, trusting to superior force. 1 Wince, spelt winch by Dryden. The verb lance is similarly spelt by him lanch.

To renounce to, a Gallicism. See marginal note in Part 2, p. 252. i Doted, foolish from age: an obsolete word.

“ Your sons of latitude* that court your grace,
“ Though most resembling you in forni 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 ;
“ At least their hinder parts, the belly-piece,
“ The paunch and all that Scorpio claims are his.
“ Their malice too a sore suspicion brings,
“ For though they dare not bark, they snarl at kings. 170
“ 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 provide.
“ 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, o
“ 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, t
“ Have sharply taxed your converts, who unfed
“ Have followed you for miracles of bread;
“ Such who themselves of no religion are,
“ Allured with gain, for any will declare.
“ Bare lies with bold assertions they can face, I
“ But dint of argument is out of place;

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“ The grim logician $ puts them in a fright,

“ 'Tis easier far to flourish than to fight. * The "sons of latitude," afterwards called "sons of breadth” (line 187), and "broad-way sons" (229), are the divines of the Church who were for widening the basis of the Church of England, and for endeavouring to comprehend a large portion of the Dissenters. Leaders of this school of divines were Tillotson, Stillingfleet, and Burnet.

+ This is supposed to mean pluralists, with special reference to Stillingfleet.
I The meaning of this line is, “they can put a facing of bold assertions on bare lies."

$ The phrase "grim logician" is applied by Stillingfleet in his “Vindication" to Dryden. The whole of this passage, lines 189-215, is a paraphrase of sentences and arguments in Stillingfleet's "Vindication." Stillingfleet had argued against the imputation on the Reformation resting on Henry VIII's divorce and marriage, and had repelled Dryden's assertion that there was no Protestant treatise on Humility.

210

215

225

“ Thus, our eighth Henry's marriage they defame;
“ They say the schism of beds began the game,
“ Divorcing from the Church to wed the dame; 205
“ Though largely proved, and by himself professed,
“ That conscience, conscience would not let him rest,
“I mean, not till possessed of her he loved,
“ And old, uncharming Catherine was removed.
“ For sundry years before did he 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 in 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.

220
“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 increast.
“ 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 would never be too nice
“ To close with Calvin, if he paid their price;

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“But, raised three steeples higher, would change their note,
“ And quit the cassock for the canting-coat.
“Now, if you damn this censure as too bold,
“ Judge by your selves, and think not others sold.

"Meantime my sons accused by fame's report
“ Pay small attendance at the Lion's court,
“ Nor rise with early crowds, nor fatter late,
“ (For silently they beg who daily wait.)
“ Preferment is bestowed that comes unsought;
“ Attendance is a bribe, and then 'tis bought,

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How they should speed, their fortune is untried ;
“For not to ask is not to be denied.
“ For what they have their God and King they bless,
“And hope they should not murmur had they less.
“ But if reduced subsistence to implore; .
“ In common prudence they would pass your door.
“ Unpitied Hudibras, your champion friend,
“ Has shown how far your charities extend.
“ This lasting verse shall on his tomb be read,
He shamed you living, and upbraids you dead.+

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245

250

# “ Tax those of interest," a Gallicism.

+ Towards the close of Charles II.'s reign, Dryden had written to Laurence Hyde, Earl of Rochester. ""Tis enough for one age to have neglected Mr. Cowley and starved Mr. Butler." Scott justly observes that the King was more to blame than the Church for the neglect of Butler.

“ With odious atheist names you load your foes ;
“ Your liberal clergy why did I expose ?
“ It never fails in charities like those.
“ In climes where true religion is professed,
That imputation were no laughing jest;
“ But Imprimatur, with a chaplain's name,
“ Is here sufficient licence to defame.*
“ What wonder is't that black detraction thrives?
“ The homicide of names is less than lives,
“ And yet the perjured murderer survives."

This said, she paused a little, and suppressed
The boiling indignation of her breast.
She knew the virtue of her blade, nor would -
Pollute her satire with ignoble blood;
Her panting foes she saw before her lie,
And back she drew the shining weapon dry.
So when the generous Lion has in sight
His equal match, he rouses for the fight;
But when his foe lies prostrate on the plain,
He sheathes his paws, uncurls his angry mane,
And, pleased with bloodless honours of the day,
Walks over and disdains the inglorious prey.
So James, if great with less we may compare,
Arrests his rolling thunder-bolts in air ;
And grants ungrateful friends a lengthened space
To implore the remnants of long-suffering grace.

This breathing-time the matron took ; and then
Resumed the thrid of her discourse again.
“Be vengeance wholly left to powers divine,
“ And let Heaven judge betwixt your sons and mine : 280
“ If joys hereafter must be purchased here
“ With loss of all that mortals hold so dear,
“ Then welcome infamy and public shame,
“And last, a long farewell to worldly fame.
“'Tis said with ease, but oh, how hardly tried

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“ By haughty souls to human honour tied !
“O sharp convulsive pangs of agonizing pride !
“ Down then, thou rebel, never more to rise ;
“ And what thou didst and dost so dearly prize,
“ That fame, that darling fame, make that thy sacrifice. 290
“ 'Tis nothing thou hast given ; then add thy tears
“ For a long race of unrepenting years :
“ 'Tis nothing yet, yet all thou hast to give :
“ Then add those may-be years thou hast to live :
“ Yet nothing still : then poor and naked come, 295
" Thy Father will receive his unthrift home,

“ And thy blest Saviour's blood discharge the mighty sum. * Dryden here refers to Stillingfleet's severe reflections on himself. His tracts were licensed by the Archbishop of Canterbury's chaplain. The following had probably stung Dryden to the quick “If I thought there were no such thing in the world as true religion, and that the priests of all religions are alike, I might have been as nimble a convert, and as early a defender of the royal papers, as any one of these champions. For why should not one who believes no religion. declare for any?'

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