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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1689-1702 -- Poetry. 2006-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-06 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-07 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2006-07 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Menippeus Rusticus . A Satyrical Epistle : From C. S. in the Country , to his Friend in the City . Difficile est Satyram non scribere — LONDON : Printed in the Year 1698. Menippeus Rusticus . A Satyrical Epistle : From C. S. in the Country , to his Friend in the City . THanks , which is all poor Debtors can bestow , A grateful Heart , my Friend returns to you : To you whose kindness , tho too much mista'ne , Invites me kindly up to Town again . But even Nature here , forbids consent ; For Nature would condemn the Experiment . The Gluttons Stomach will past Surfeits shun , Nor can strong Hunger force the Potion down : No more can I , cloy'd with its filth and noyse , For the Lewd Town forsake my Country Joy's . Here a few Books , supply my daily use , Since like my Friend's and Conversation , chose : Tho often Read they still will Reading bear ; Not like our modern Lines , or those I send you here . For Writing's now a chronical Disease , And some ought less to fear the Plague , then Press . For tho no Emperick with inverted Eyes , To the poor Authors swift destruction flyes ; Want , the old Poets Vulture far exceeds , And he 's by piecemeal starv'd , if no man Reads . Here , none dare Friendships sacred Virtue doubt , Tho like Joynt-Stocks with you 't is jobb'd about . Nor are our pleasures interspers'd with Vice , Unless in Nooks , where your own Darnells rise : Here murdring Lords , who rob the poor Pultron Of merit and of mercenary crown , Seek no concealment , for they know 't is in vain , Our Roofs , are like our Hearts , secure and plain : Nor has the Mobbs wise Vote entrusted me To Pennyworth out my Country's Liberty ; Nor am I honoured with the ill good word Of some in Favour ( but designing ) Lord Whose generous Commendam holds it Just , I see him cheat my King and slight his Trust ; Nay , tho my Country , or Religion reel , I dare not hint the inward pangs I feel ; But like a long vex'd Slave to get me ease , Break like a Brute , through the most sacred tyes : Nor am I loaden with the gives Law. Magnets which far beyond the 〈◊〉 draw ; I wrong not any , and were all like me , None at a Law-Suits price , the Town would see ; Then paltry Nokes in shabby daggl'd Gown , Like Oars ( as once ) might Ply for poor Half Crown , While now he struts , and with a Spanish fleer , Takes your Six Pounds , and whispers in your Eare ; If ease and Claret will so far permit He 'll read your Brief and sleep upon 't at night . True Locusts on the Greens alone will prey , But with our quiet , These , take all away ; Purchase our Lands , then get to make our Laws ; Oh! how our Lambs thrive in the Lyons paw's ? Posterity it self may curse their Care , While , Tinker like , our Kettles they Repair . Then why should I , who sacred Virtue love , Forsake my Cottage and to Town remove ; Want you new Shrieves ? faith Sir , I shan ' not Fine Nor was the noble R yet fixt on mine . Your Sheriff Pollars , do it with respect , And to be theirs , we must be Heav'ns Elect , Lie , tho not Swear , and Cheat howe're precise , The Christian now 's known by his Tongue and Eyes . And show you not the Tallies of the Cause , Y' are no ways qualify'd to break the Laws ; But THOSE apparent ( the cant runs ) we intreat ye Assume the CHAIR and banter God Almighty ; Swear to be true to the Establish'd Church , And tho 't be Cedar , Swear 't is Birch ▪ t is Birch : For Wiseman never yet took Oath , but when To his own mind he might that Oath explain , If otherwise , sure no man that has Ears But would consider somwhat , ere he Swears , And Sacrifice his Interest , to his fears . But would it not provoke all humane spleen , To view the Heads of these Electing Men , Where Pat — bustles with his empty pate , And of peculiar sweat compounds the Magistrate ; Leaves Craving Lady , and the gilt Close-stool , To make his own Effigies , A Fool. Or Blinking Br — ly with his Crafty fleer , Leaves Wife more brittle , then his own crackt ware To prop up Cause and place a Knave i' th Chair . Such Men , to their own Calves will surely bow Who not a GOD , above their INTEREST know . Mechanick Souls obey Mechanick Sense , Jack Straw would have a Thrasher for his Prince . What else gave thick-scull'd W — lls the golden Chain And of a Taylor made a Gentleman ; His Wives broad Haunches , never could pretend The awkard Thing , their Mistress to commend ; Else some Court Planet , might have bore the shame , Which now our wise Electors safely claim ; How else could sneaking AMSTERDAMVS slip The Pillory , as once before the Wip . When naughty Boy from a good Master ran And stole his Cash , to found the Gentleman Yet now they scratch the quondam beggars Itch , Lord Rustick Neck and worship Brawny Breech . Oh L — n far thy antient Glory 's gone , Turn'd prostitute , and sold to every Clown ; 'T is not the merit of the Patriots Care But 't is five hundred Pounds that fill the Chair ; Verrtue or Vice admits not a Dispute , So frail il Man , his Lust so absolute ; Witness that choice which thou may'st well repent , A choice by Heaven for thy correction meant : When Israel , by like headstrong Passion led , A choice less scandalous in CORAH made ; The wise Election , on swift ruin drew , And is not Heaven the Seat of Justice now ? Perjur'd and false and on a great Record , Well do his mighty Pillars call him Lord ; Without a blush well do his slaves Revere The Dagon they advanced to grace the Chair . So Nebats Calves , the humble Type of this , Kept Gadly Israelites from Schism and Vice : For solemn Worship had the Saints mislead , Heaven might have got the Converts , Hell had made His Wares , the cautious Tradesman to expose , Into back Shops the Cully'd Chapman draws ; Their suited Lights his prying Eyes deceive , And keep the Tradesman , and his Trade , alive : But he more dubious of 's conspicuous height , To show his Colours opens all the Light. Bribes not , but rather braves the breath of Fame , To tell the list'ning World , his growing shame . So Aetna stretching wide her fiery Jawes Frights nature , for she such a prospect shows ; Scarce his own favorites threats , his hands restrain , From violating all he should maintain : He swallows Oaths like Pills as Juglers would , Not for their Health , but to amuse the Crowd . Presto , 't is gone ; and yet Dissect his Heart , There 's not its track in the minutest Part : Then who can urge its obligation , were Not the first shadows of the Thing appear . Yet see , the pious Pageant stalks about Like Jew , to find his lost Messiah out . But first like Jew , he well resolves to sind Nothing to fix the Weather-Cock his Mind . Divine CAMELEON ! thou thy Colour takes t From every Priest , and every step thou mak'st True in the Morning to thy solemn Oath ; To Pride at Noon , but false at Night to both . Next Morn , if kindly sleep has purg'd thy Brain , To nothing true But the old round again . The cullied Tribe that raised THEE , hardly know Whether th' art TVRK , MAHOMETAN , or JEW . Rejoicce Religious Patriots , Rejoice , For now the Peoples , is the Almighty Voice ; The Proverbs sacred — or the Authors lie , He wants the sketches of Divinity : But Patriot , he is , a stanch one too , Hear how his Heroes , swear him Litchfield Blew ; You Laugh , and think they have mista'n the place When 't was but Zeal , that led them in the race . For name a Bishop , and they faster run With sceptick Zeal , to pull the Dagon down , Then when at Michaelmas a Poll comes on : And should I leave , my friend , what I possess , In Country shades , to taste such trash as this ? Is chatting Treason o●er a Dish of Tea Like living in the Country lov'd and free ? What tho Republick Notions be the Theam , Which City Boobies , with authentick Hem , Applaud , and hug me dearly to maintain : Straight the grave Cod's-Head , takes me home to Dine , Kills me with Chatt ▪ and Poysons me with Wine , Which to complete , ( for I was born to die ) He drinks fresh Healths to New-Born Liberty . O then what Visions swell his Rolling Eyes , While his Dilirium , in a Frantick Dress , Paints him SVCCESSION just expir'd or slain , And kindly turns ( the better ' way ) his Brain . May Country Converse , howe're crude or dull , Be still my plague , e're thus I play the Fool. But since that fate is in my power to flie , I 'le further wish my generous Friend and me . May no Divisions rend the weighty Peace Which WILLIAM'S Arms , through danger and distress , Procur'd those foes who yet regret his ease ; May his great Smiles fall kindly on the Just , And only honest Hearts 〈◊〉 be plac'd in Trust . May you , with me , despise the V●tious Town , This is a wish which I will always own . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A58651-e80 Vox Populi Vox Dei. 〈◊〉