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As one put drunk into the packet boat	A
Tom May was hurried hence and did not know't	B
But was amazed 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 Stephen's Alley trees or grass	E
Nor there The Pope's 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 imagined Ayres	G
Such did he seem for coruplence and port	H
But 'twas a man much of another sort	H
'Twas Ben that in the dusky laurel shade	I
Amongst the chorus of old poets layed	I
Sounding of ancient heroes such as were	J
The subjects' safety and the rebels' fear	K
And how a double headed vulture eats	L
Brutus and Cassius the people's cheats	L
But seeing May he varied straight his song	M
Gently to signify that he was wrong	M
'Cups more than civil of Emathian wine	N
I sing' said he 'and the Pharsalian Sign	N
Where the historian of the commonsealth	O
In his own bowels sheathed the conquering health '	P
By this May to himself and them was come	Q
He found he was translated and by whom	R
Yet then with foot as strumbling as his tongue	S
Pressed for his place among the learned throng	M
But Ben who knew not neither foe nor friend	I
Sworn enemy to all that do pretend	I
Rose more than ever he was seen severe	K
Shook his gray locks and his own bays did tear	T
At this intrusion Then with laurel wand	I
The awful sign of his supreme command	I
At whose dread whisk Virgil himself does quake	U
And Horace patiently its stroke does take	U
As he crowds in he whipped him o'er the pate	I
Like Pembroke at the masque and then did rate	I
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'Far from these blessed shades tread back again	V
Most servile wit and mercenary pen	V
Polydore Lucan Alan Vandal Goth	O
Malignant poet and historian both	O
Go seek the novice statesmen and obtrude	I
On them some Roman cast similitude	I
Tell them of liberty the stories fine	N
Until you all grow consuls in your wine	N
Or thou Dictator of the glass bestow	I
On him the Cato this the Cicero	I
Transferring old Rome hither in your talk	W
As Bethlem's House did to Loreto walk	W
Foul architect that hadst not eye to see	B
How ill the measures of these states agree	B
And who by Rome's example England lay	F
Those but to Lucan to continue May	F
But thee nor ignorance nor seeming good	I
Misled bu malice fixed and understood	I
Because some one than thee more worthy wears	G
The sacred laurel hence are all these tears	G
Must therefore all the world be set on flame	X
Because a g aacute zette writer missed his aim	X
And for a tankard bearing muse must we	B
As for the basket Guelphs and Ghib'llines be	B
When the sword glitters o'er the judge's head	I
And fear has coward churchmen silenc egrave d	B
Then is the poet's time 'tis then he draws	Y
And single fights forsaken virtue's cause	D
He when the wheel of empire whirleth back	Z
And though the world's disjointed axle crack	Z
Sings still of ancient rights and better times	A2
Seeks wretched good and arraigns successful crimes	A2
But thou base man first prostituted hast	I
Our spotless knowledge and the studies chaste	I
Apostatizing from our arts and us	B2
To turn the chronicler to Spartacus	B2
Yet wast thou taken hence with equal fate	I
Before thou couldst great Charles his death relate	I
But what will deeper wound thy little mind	I
Hast left surviving D'Avenant still behind	I
Who laughs to see in this thy death renewed	I
Right Roman poverty and gratitude	I
Poor poet thou and grateful senate they	F
Who thy last reckoning did so largely pay	F
And with the public gravity would come	Q
When thou hadst drunk thy last to lead thee home	C2
If that can be thy home where Spenser lies	D2
And reverend Chaucer but their dust does rise	D2
Against thee and expels thee from their side	I
As th' eagle's plumes from other birds divide	I
Nor here thy shade must dwell Return return	E2
Where sulphury Phlegethon does ever burn	E2
Thee Cerberus with all his jaws shall gnash	F2
Megaera thee with all her serpents lash	F2
Thou riveted into Ixion's wheel	G2
Shalt break and the perpetual vulture feel	G2
'Tis just what torments poets e'er did feign	H2
Thou first historically shouldst sustain '	-
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Thus by irrevocable sentence cast	I
May only Master of these Revels passed	I
And straight he vanished in the cloud of pitch	I2
Such as unto the Sabbath bears the witch	I2

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