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<DATE>2008-03-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A SCOURGE for the LIBELLER OR A &s;ober Vindication of DOCTOR WILD, AND The Memory of Mr. <HI>CARYL,</HI> from the Rude A&s;per&s;ions of a Scandalous Sheet In|tituled, The MOCK-ELOGIE, &amp;c.</HEAD>
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<Q>Memoria Ju&s;ti in AEternum.</Q>
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<L>BLe&s;s thee ! Heav'ns Thunder rather dread</L>
<L>Darted on thy Impious Head,</L>
<L>Who dar'&s;t wih <HI>black unhallowed</HI> Tongue</L>
<L>The&s;e <HI>Reverend A&s;bes</HI> ba&s;ely wrong;</L>
<L>In vain thou Leavy'&s;t <HI>Dunghil Ver&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>To Sully <HI>Caryls</HI> gracefull Her&s;e;</L>
<L>Who&s;e pretious name like &s;pices bruis'd,</L>
<L>More fragrant &s;mells being thus abus'd;</L>
<L>So pure <HI>Chry&s;tal</HI> without di&s;grace,</L>
<L>Da&s;hes back Filth ith' Flingers face.</L>
<L>Profane <HI>Screerh-Owl</HI>! thy croakings cea&s;e</L>
<L>Hee's Anchor'd in Eternal peace;</L>
<L>From whence with pitty he beholds</L>
<L>The &s;tate of &s;uch malicious &s;ouls,</L>
<L>On Earth he did this Precept Live,</L>
<L>His cau&s;ele&s;s Foes &s;till to forgive;</L>
<L>Knowing his Ma&s;ters ble&s;&s;ings there</L>
<L>Where we all fal&s;e Reproaches bear;</L>
<L>But tell us <HI>Libeller</HI>? what bribe</L>
<L>Did the <HI>Ranting Athei&s;t</HI> Tribe,</L>
<L>Be&s;tow on thee for that lend paper,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e <HI>belchings</HI> of a Helli&s;h vapour</L>
<L>A thing &s;o <HI>vain,</HI> and <HI>dully writ</HI></L>
<L>Equally void of Grace and wit;</L>
<L>Scandal to <HI>Ballading,</HI> and &s;hame,</L>
<L>Of all that e're wore <HI>Pamphlets</HI> name;</L>
<L>Each man of &s;en&s;e di&s;dain'd to buy't.</L>
<L>The very <HI>Hawkers</HI> blu&s;ht to cry't;</L>
<L>The noble Art of <HI>Printing</HI> (found</L>
<L>No &s;ooner, but it <HI>Rome</HI> did wound;</L>
<L>And ever &s;ince with nimble Ray,</L>
<L>Spreads <HI>Knowledge</HI> to a perfect day)</L>
<L>With indignation &s;wel'd to &s;ee</L>
<L>It &s;elf <HI>Drudge</HI> to &s;uch <HI>Trumperee</HI>;</L>
<L>Has not the grave Learned <HI>J. O.</HI></L>
<L>Already fought with <HI>Bea&s;ts</HI> enow</L>
<L>At <HI>Ephe&s;us,</HI> but you mu&s;t come</L>
<L><HI>Yelping</HI> to add unto the &s;umm?</L>
<L>Speak <HI>Kiffin</HI> low&mdash;He may be Sheriffe</L>
<L>And thou tis like may'&s;t want repreive;</L>
<L>Sad Age! when ev'ry <HI>paltry</HI> Penn</L>
<L>Dares Scandalize &s;uch worthy men;</L>
<L>But in the name of wonder, how</L>
<L>Comes <HI>Wild</HI> and's Gout engaged now?</L>
<L>Can no Fatherle&s;s &s;heet be thrown</L>
<L>Abroad, but <HI>He</HI> the Brat mu&s;t own?</L>
<L>Mu&s;t he an&s;wer for all your pranks</L>
<L>Your <HI>Panegyriques</HI>; and your <HI>Thanks</HI>?</L>
<L>Have Tales as <HI>many,</HI> and as <HI>&s;illy</HI>;</L>
<L>Impo&s;'d upon him, as on <HI>Lilly</HI>;</L>
<L>No &s;ooner forth is <HI>Rhymer</HI> wincht</L>
<L>But &s;treight poor <HI>Boreale</HI>'s pincht,</L>
<L>That <HI>Boreale</HI> which &s;hall la&s;t</L>
<L>In &s;pight of <HI>Envies</HI> threatning bla&s;t;</L>
<L>Longer than all <HI>Romes</HI> Books of Ma&s;s</L>
<L>Or Heathen Pyramids of Bra&s;s;</L>
<L>What though perhaps it may be true,</L>
<L>When whilome fatal <HI>Bartholmew</HI>;</L>
<L>Refre&s;hing <HI>Par&s;onage</HI> withdrew,</L>
<L>Sometimes the old <HI>unbu&s;ied Swain</HI></L>
<L>On Oaten Reed might pipe a &s;train</L>
<L>Yet &s;ince <HI>Indulgence</HI> now decrees</L>
<L>Him <HI>Flock</HI> again, (though not the <HI>Fleece</HI>)</L>
<L>He hopes <HI>better</HI> to &s;pend his Tyme</L>
<L>Than in vain Frolliqueings of <HI>Rhyme</HI>;</L>
<L>Not but he willingly would come</L>
<L>A Mourner unto <HI>Caryls</HI> Tomb</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing he could but tune a Ver&s;e</L>
<L>Worthy of &s;o ble&s;t a Her&s;e</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;oul now bears a part in tho&s;e</L>
<L>Ravi&s;hing <HI>Notes</HI> Angels compo&s;e;</L>
<L>Let &s;coffers mock on whil&s;t we ble&s;s</L>
<L>Heav'n for this <HI>Symptome</HI> of our peace</L>
<L>That &s;everal <HI>Sects</HI> did mix their cries</L>
<L>Bewailing of his ob&s;equies;</L>
<L>In <HI>Sions Road</HI> diver&s;e <HI>paths ly,</HI></L>
<L>But all <HI>Centre</HI> in Charity,</L>
<L>Heav'n &s;eems it &s;elf t'admit <HI>degrees</HI></L>
<L>Angels have their Hierarchies;</L>
<L>Why then &s;hould we &s;o Rigid prove</L>
<L>To let <HI>Opinions</HI> &s;trangle <HI>Love</HI>?</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON</HI> Printed in the Year 1672.</P>
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