Each day his Beads; but having left those laws,
Adds to Christ's prayer, the Power and Glory clause);
But when he fells or changes land, h' impaires
The writings, and (unwatch'd) leaves out fes heires,
As flily as any Commenter goes by

Hard words, or fenfe; or, in Divinity

As controverters in vouch'd Texts, leave out Shrewd words, which might against them clear the

doubt.

Where are these spread woods which cloath'd

heretofore

Those bought lands? not built, not burnt within door.
Where the old landlords troops, and almes? In halls
Carthufian Fafts, and fulfome Bacchanals

Equally I hate. Means bleft. In rich men's homes
I bid kill fome beasts, but no hecatombs;
None starve, none furfeit fo. But (oh) we allow
Good works as good, but out of fashion now,

NOTES.

Like

pears from several strokes in these Satires. We find amongst his works, a fhort fatirical thing called a Catalogue of rare Books, one article of which is intitled, M. Lutherus de abbreviatione Orationis Dominica, alluding to Luther's omiffion of the concluding Doxology in his two Catechifms; which fhews the Poet was fond of his joke. In this catalogue (to intimate his fentiments of Reformation) he puts Erasmus and Reuchlin in the rank of Lully and Agrippa. I will only obferve, that it was written in imitation of Rabelais's famous Catalogue of the Library of St. Victor, one of the fineft paffages in that extravagant Satire, which was the Manual of the Wits of this time. It was natural therefore to think, that the Catalogue of the Library of St. Victor would become, as it did, the subject of many imitations. The best of which are this of Dr. Donne's, and one of Sir Thomas Brown's.

—Dr.

But having caft his cowl, and left thofe laws,
Adds to Chrift's prayer, the Power and Glory claufe.

The lands are bought; but where are to be found Those ancient woods that fhaded all the ground? 110 We fee no new-built palaces afpire,

No kitchens emulate the vestal fire.

Where are thofe troops of Poor, that throng'd of

yore

The good old landlord's hofpitable door?

Well, I could wish, that still in lordly domes

115

Some beasts were kill'd, tho' not whole hecatombs;
That both extremes were banish'd from their walls,
Carthufian fafts, and fulfome Bacchanals;
And all mankind might that juft Mean obferve,
In which none e'er could furfeit, none could starve.

NOTES.

Thefe

Dr. Donne afterwards took orders in the church of England. We have a large volume of his fermons in the false taste of that time. But the book which made his fortune was his Pfeudo martyr, to prove that Papifts ought to take the oath of allegiance. In this book, though Hooker had then written his Ecclefiaftical Policy, he has approved himself entirely ignorant both of the Origin and End of Civil Government. In the 168th page, and elsewhere, he holds, that when men congregate to form the body of Civil Society, then it is, that the foul of Society, SoveREIGN POWER, is fent into it immediately from God, just as he fends the foul into the human embryo, when the two fexes propagate their kind. In the 191ft page, and elsewhere, he maintains that the office of the civil Sovereign extends to the care of Souls. For this abfurd and blafphemous trafh, James I. made him Dean of St. Paul's; all the wit and fublimity of his genius having never enabled him to get bread throughout the better part of his life. WARBURTON.

Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws Within the vast reach of th' huge ftatutes jaws.

VER. 121. Thefe as good works, &c.] Dr. Donne fays, "But (oh) we allow

Good works as good, but out of fashion now."

The popish doctrine of good works was one of those abufes in Religion which the Church of England condemns in its Articles, To this the Poet's words fatirically allude. And having through. out this fatire given feveral malignant ftrokes at the Reformation, which it was penal, and then very dangerous, to abufe, he had reason to befpeak the Reader's candor, in the concluding lines, "But my words none draws

Within the yaft reach of th' huge ftatutes jaws."

WARBURTON,

These as good works, 'tis true, we all allow;
But oh thefe works are not in fashion now:
Like rich old wardrobes, things extremely rare,
Extremely fine, but what no man will wear.
Thus much I've faid, I trust, without offence;
Let no Court Sycophant pervert my fense,
Nor fly Informer watch these words to draw
Within the reach of Treafon, or the Law.

121

126

Ver. 125. Thus much I've said,] Thefe three additional lines are redundant. And two ftrong epithets in the last line of Donne, vat and huge, were too emphatical to be omitted.

WARTON.

SATIRE IV.

WELL; I may now receive, and die. My fin
Indeed is great, but yet

I have been in

A Purgatory, fuch as fear'd Hell is

A Recreation, and scant map of this.

My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath

been

Poyfon'd with love to fee or to be seen,

I had no fuit there, nor new fuit to fhow,
Yet went to Court; but as Glare which did go
To Mafs in jeft, catch'd, was fain to disburse
Two hundred markes, which is the Statutes curfe,
Before he fcap'd; fo it pleas'd my destiny
(Guilty of

my fin of going) to think me

NOTES.

As

VER. 1. WELL; I may now receive, &c.] Warton properly obferves, that the beginning of this fatire is much more pointed than Pope's paraphraftical lines. "Receive and die," means the laft facrament, according to the Roman Catholic cuftom, before death

All the ceremonies are accurately defcribed, in Father Huddlefton's account of the death of Charles the Second. I mention this, because he ufes an expreffion, that explains a paffage in hakespear,

Unhoufel'd, unanointed, unaneal'd.——

Huddleston's words are, “I defired his Majesty that he would, in the interim, give me leave to proceed to the Sacrament of Extreme Unction: He replied, with all my heart. I then anoyled him.”

VER. 7. The Poet's hell,] He has here with great prudence corrected the licentious expreffion of his Original. WARBURTON.