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As one put drunk into the Packet boat	A
Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't	B
But was amaz'd on the Elysian side	C
And with an Eye uncertain gazing wide	C
Could not determine in what place he was	D
For whence in Stevens ally Trees or Grass	E
Nor where the Popes head nor the Mitre lay	F
Signs by which still he found and lost his way	F
At last while doubtfully he all compares	G
He saw near hand as he imagin'd Ares	H
Such did he seem for corpulence and port	I
But 'twas a man much of another sort	I
'Twas Ben that in the dusky Laurel shade	J
Amongst the Chorus of old Poets laid	J
Sounding of ancient Heroes such as were	K
The Subjects Safety and the Rebel's Fear	L
But how a double headed Vulture Eats	M
Brutus and Cassius the Peoples cheats	M
But seeing May he varied streight his song	N
Gently to signifie that he was wrong	N
Cups more then civil of Emilthian wine	O
I sing said he and the Pharsalian Sign	O
Where the Historian of the Common wealth	P
In his own Bowels sheath'd the conquering health	P
By this May to himself and them was come	Q
He found he was tranflated and by whom	R
Yet then with foot as stumbling as his tongue	S
Prest for his place among the Learned throng	N
But Ben who knew not neither foe nor friend	T
Sworn Enemy to all that do pretend	T
Rose more then ever he was seen severe	L
Shook his gray locks and his own Bayes did tear	U
At this intrusion Then with Laurel wand	V
The awful Sign of his supream command	W
At whose dread Whisk Virgil himself does quake	X
And Horace patiently its stroke does take	X
As he crowds in he whipt him ore the pate	Y
Like Pembroke at the Masque and then did rate	Y
Far from these blessed shades tread back agen	O
Most servil' wit and Mercenary Pen	O
Polydore Lucan Allan Vandale Goth	Z
Malignant Poet and Historian both	A2
Go seek the novice Statesmen and obtrude	B2
On them some Romane cast similitude	B2
Tell them of Liberty the Stories fine	O
Until you all grow Consuls in your wine	O
Or thou Dictator of the glass bestow	B2
On him the Cato this the Cicero	B2
Transferring old Rome hither in your talk	C2
As Bethlem's House did to Loretto walk	C2
Foul Architect that hadst not Eye to see	B
How ill the measures of these States agree	B
And who by Romes example England lay	F
Those but to Lucan do continue May	F
But the nor Ignorance nor seeming good	B2
Misled but malice fixt and understood	B2
Because some one than thee more worthy weares	B
The sacred Laurel hence are all these teares	B
Must therefore all the World be set on flame	D2
Because a Gazet writer mist his aim	D2
And for a Tankard bearing Muse must we	B
As for the Basket Guelphs and Gibellines be	B
When the Sword glitters ore the Judges head	B2
And fear has Coward Churchmen silenced	B2
Then is the Poets time 'tis then he drawes	B
And single fights forsaken Vertues cause	B
He when the wheel of Empire whirleth back	E2
And though the World disjointed Axel crack	E2
Sings still of ancient Rights and better Times	B
Seeks wretched good arraigns successful Crimes	B
But thou base man first prostituted hast	B2
Our spotless knowledge and the studies chast	B2
Apostatizing from our Arts and us	B
To turn the Chronicler to Spartacus	B
Yet wast thou taken hence with equal fate	B2
Before thou couldst great Charles his death relate	B2
But what will deeper wound thy little mind	B2
Hast left surviving Davenant still behind	B2
Who laughs to see in this thy death renew'd	B2
Right Romane poverty and gratitude	B2
Poor Poet thou and grateful Senate they	F
Who thy last Reckoning did so largely pay	F
And with the publick gravity would come	Q
When thou hadst drunk thy last to lead thee home	F2
If that can be thy home where Spencer lyes	B
And reverend Chaucer but their dust does rise	B
Against thee and expels thee from their side	B2
As th' Eagles Plumes from other birds divide	B2
Nor here thy shade must dwell Return Return	O
Where Sulphrey Phlegeton does ever burn	O
The Cerberus with all his Jawes shall gnash	G2
Megera thee with all her Serpents lash	G2
Thou rivited unto Ixion's wheel	H2
Shalt break and the perpetual Vulture feel	H2
'Tis just what Torments Poets ere did feign	O
Thou first Historically shouldst sustain	O
Thus by irrevocable Sentence cast	B2
May only Master of these Revels past	B2
And streight he vanisht in a Cloud of Pitch	I2
Such as unto the Sabboth bears the Witch	I2

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