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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<VID>181745</VID>
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<HEAD>A SATYR AGAINST BRANDY.</HEAD>
<BYLINE><HI>Written by</HI> Jo. Hains, <HI>as he &s;aith hims;elf.</HI></BYLINE>
<LG>
<L>FArewell Damn'd. <HI>Stygian</HI> Juice, who dos;t bewitch</L>
<L>From the Court Baud, down to the Country Bitch:</L>
<L>Thou liquid Flame, by whom each fiery Face</L>
<L>Lives witthout Meat, and blus;hes without Grace:</L>
<L>Sink to your native Hell, and mend the fire,</L>
<L>Or, if you rather chu&s;e to &s;ettle nigher,</L>
<L>Return to the dull Clime from whence you came,</L>
<L>Where Wit and Courage may require your flame,</L>
<L>Where they Carouze in your <HI>Ve&s;uvian</HI> Bowls,</L>
<L>To cru&s;t the Quagmire of their Spunngy Souls.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Had <HI>Dives</HI> for thy &s;corching moy&s;ture cry'd,</L>
<L><HI>Abr'am</HI> in mercy had his &s;uite deny'd:</L>
<L>Or <HI>Bonner</HI> known thy force, the Martyrs blood</L>
<L>Had Si&s;s'd in thee and &s;av'd the Nations wood.</L>
<L>E&s;&s;ence of Embers, Scum of melting Flint,</L>
<L>With all the Native &s;parkles floating in't.</L>
<L>Sure the black Chymi&s;t with the cloven Foot</L>
<L>All <HI>Aetna</HI>'s Simples in his 'Limbeck put,</L>
<L>And double &s;till'd, nay Quinte&s;&s;enc'd thy Juice,</L>
<L>To charcoal Mortals for his future u&s;e.</L>
<L>Fire-&s;hip to Nature, who do'&s;t doubly wound,</L>
<L>For tho&s;e that graple thee, are burnt and drown'd.</L>
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<L>As when Heav'n pre&s;sd th' Auxil'arys of Hell,</L>
<L>A flaming &s;torm on cur&s;e'd, <HI>Sodom</HI> fell.</L>
<L>And when it's &s;ingle Plagues could not prevail,</L>
<L><HI>Egypt</HI> was &s;cal't with kindled Rain and Hail:</L>
<L>So Natures feuds are reconcil'd in thee,</L>
<L>Thou two great Judgements in Epitomy:</L>
<L>God's pa&s;t and future anger breaths in you</L>
<L>A Deluge and a Conflagration too.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>View yonder Sot (I do not mean Sheriff <HI>S&mdash;</HI>)</L>
<L>Grilly'd all o're by thee from Head to Foot:</L>
<L>His drowzy Eyelids &s;hoard above their pitch,</L>
<L>His Cheeks with Carbuncles and Rubies rich;</L>
<L>His Soull in&s;tead of Brains &s;upply'd with Cinder,</L>
<L>His No&s;e turns all his Handkerchifs to Tinder:</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="2"><!-- PDF PAGE 14 -->He breaths like a Smiths Forge, and wets the fire,</L>
<L>Not to allay the flame, but rai&s;e it higher:</L>
<L>His trembling hands &s;carce heave the liquor in,</L>
<L>His Nerves all crackle in his Parchment skin;</L>
<L>His Stomack don't concoct, but bake his food;</L>
<L>His Liver even Vitri&s;ies his Blood;</L>
<L>His Guts from Natures drudgery are freed,</L>
<L>And in his Bowels <HI>Salamanders</HI> breed</L>
<L>He's grown too hot to think, too dull to laugh,</L>
<L>And &s;teps as if he walk'd with <HI>Pindar</HI>'s Staff.</L>
<L>The moving Gla&s;s-hou&s;e lightens with his Eyes,</L>
<L>Singes his Cloaths and all his marrow fries;</L>
<L>Glows for a while, and then in A&s;hes dies.</L>
<L>Thus like a &s;ham <HI>Prometheus,</HI> we find</L>
<L>Thou &s;teale&s;t a fire from Hell to kill Mankind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But hold &mdash; le&s;t we the Saints dire anger merit,</L>
<L>By &s;tinting their Auxiliary Spirit:</L>
<L>We hear of late, whate're wicked think,</L>
<L>Thou art reform'd and turn'd a Godly drink:</L>
<L>And doubtle&s;s thou'rt con-natural to them,</L>
<L>For both thy Spirit and theirs abound in Phlegm;</L>
<L>'Ere &s;ince the Publick Faith for Plate did wimble,</L>
<L>And &s;anctifi'd thy Gill with <HI>Hannah</HI>'s Thimble:</L>
<L>Thou left'&s;t thy old bad Company of Vermin,</L>
<L>The Drunken Porters, and the &s;wearing Carr-men;</L>
<L>And the lewd Drivers of the Hackney Coaches,</L>
<L>And now tak'&s;t up with &s;age di&s;creet Debauches;</L>
<L>Thou freely drop'&s;t upon Gold Chains and Fur,</L>
<L>And Sots of Quality thy Minions are.</L>
<L>No more &s;halt thou foment an Ale-hou&s;e brawle,</L>
<L>But the more &s;ober Riots at <HI>Guild-hall,</HI></L>
<L>Where, by thy Spirits fallible direction,</L>
<L>The Reprobates &s;tood Poling for Election.</L>
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<LG>
<L>If this trade holds, what will the wicked doe?</L>
<L>The Saints &s;eque&s;ter ev'n their Vices too,</L>
<L>For &s;ince the Art of Whoring's grown preci&s;e,</L>
<L>And Perjury hath got demurer Eyes;</L>
<L>'Tis time, high time to circumci&s;e the Gill,</L>
<L>And not let drinking be <HI>Phili&s;tian</HI> &s;till.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go then thou Emblem of their torrid Zeal,</L>
<L>Add flame to flame and their &s;tiff tempers Neal,</L>
<L>'Till they grow ductile to the Publick Weale.</L>
<L>And &s;ince the Godly have e&s;pous'd thy Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Don't fill their heads with Libertys and Laws,</L>
<L>Religion, Privilege, and lawle&s;s Charters,</L>
<L>Mind them of <HI>Fal&s;taffs</HI> Heir apparent Garters,</L>
<L>And keep their outward Man from <HI>Ketches</HI> Quarters.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>One Caution more (now we are out of hearing</L>
<L>Many have died of drinking, &s;ome of &s;wearing;</L>
<L>If the&s;e two Pe&s;ts &s;hould in Conjunction meet,</L>
<L>The gra&s;s wou'd quickly grow in every &s;treet:</L>
<L>Save thou the Nation from that double blow,</L>
<L>And keep thy fire from <HI>Salamanca T O.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>Jo&s;. Hindmar&s;h</HI> at the <HI>Black-Bull</HI> in <HI>Cornhill,</HI> 1683.</P>
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