Canto 2
LE LUTRIN.
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Come! come away! (cry'd they) with quick devotion,
The Sun's now gone to tipple in the Ocean!
The Murky Night which veils the Evenings bravery,
Will make a handsome Cloak to hide our Knavery;
What ails thee Man? where hast of late been mew'd up?
Thou look'st as if first eaten, and then spew'd up:
Where is that morning Zeal, that with thee rose?
Chear up, and pluck thy Heart out of thy Hose!
Come, fear no Colours! The end the Act will hallow!
Then whether Honour calls thee, bravely follow.
The Clock-maker knew not well how to take it,
Nor whether Jest or Earnest he should make it,
Half Pale, half Red he look't with motley passion,
For Shame and Rage had dy'd him in that fashion;
Yet, on my word the Knave had wit in's Anger,
And wisely took along his rusty Hanger;
For he resolv'd at a Dead pinch to knock it,
And scorn'd to stand, and sneak with hands in Pocket:
Nails he a handful took, and on his shoulders
A Massie Beetle, frighted the beholders;
An Axe, a Saw, a Hammer, and a Mallet
The sturdy knave had truss'd in Leathern Wallet;
They march accoutred in Warlike Parade,
And John appears at th' Head of the Brigade;
The silent Moon, viewing their stately Port,
Withdrew her Beams, she might not spoil the sport.
Discord saw all, and set up a loud Laughter,
Th' Eccho rebounds and shook Heavens hollow Rafter;
The Noise had almost waken'd Idleness
As she at Court with Ease held sweet Caress,
The frisking Pleasures danced by her side,
The Nuns her Votaries, her Deify'd;
One, in a Corner Stufft the Prebends hides,
One, pleasantly the Chanons robes Derides;
The Sun's now gone to tipple in the Ocean!
The Murky Night which veils the Evenings bravery,
Will make a handsome Cloak to hide our Knavery;
What ails thee Man? where hast of late been mew'd up?
Thou look'st as if first eaten, and then spew'd up:
Where is that morning Zeal, that with thee rose?
Chear up, and pluck thy Heart out of thy Hose!
Come, fear no Colours! The end the Act will hallow!
Then whether Honour calls thee, bravely follow.
The Clock-maker knew not well how to take it,
Nor whether Jest or Earnest he should make it,
Half Pale, half Red he look't with motley passion,
For Shame and Rage had dy'd him in that fashion;
Yet, on my word the Knave had wit in's Anger,
And wisely took along his rusty Hanger;
For he resolv'd at a Dead pinch to knock it,
And scorn'd to stand, and sneak with hands in Pocket:
Nails he a handful took, and on his shoulders
A Massie Beetle, frighted the beholders;
An Axe, a Saw, a Hammer, and a Mallet
The sturdy knave had truss'd in Leathern Wallet;
They march accoutred in Warlike Parade,
And John appears at th' Head of the Brigade;
The silent Moon, viewing their stately Port,
Withdrew her Beams, she might not spoil the sport.
Discord saw all, and set up a loud Laughter,
Th' Eccho rebounds and shook Heavens hollow Rafter;
The Noise had almost waken'd Idleness
As she at Court with Ease held sweet Caress,
The frisking Pleasures danced by her side,
The Nuns her Votaries, her Deify'd;
One, in a Corner Stufft the Prebends hides,
One, pleasantly the Chanons robes Derides;
Luxu-
