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And proudly talk of recreant Berengare-
age how dark ! congenial minds how rare !
The ascending day-star with a bolder eye
SANCTI DOMINICI PALLIUM ;
A DIALOGUE BETWEEN POET AND FRIEND,
FOUND WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF AT THE BEGINNING OF
BUTLER'S BOOK OF THE CHURCH.
I NOTE the moods and feelings men betray,
These best reveal the smooth man's inward creed ! These mark the spot where lies the treasure Worth!
made up of impudence and trick, With cloven tongue prepared to hiss and lick, Rome's brazen serpent—boldly dares discuss The roasting of thy heart, O brave John Huss! And with grim triumph and a truculent glee Absolves anew the Pope-wrought perfidy, That made an empire's plighted faith a lie, And fix'd a broad stare on the Devil's eye-(Pleas'd with the guilt, yet envy-stung at heart To stand outmaster'd in his own black art !) Yet
- ! we're agreed, Who now defends would then have done the deed. But who not feels persuasion's gentle sway, Who but must meet the proffered hand half When courteous
Laments the advice that soured a milky queen-
With actual cautery staunched the church's wounds!
What think I now? Ev’n what I thought before;-
So much for you, my Friend! who own a Church,
Disclaimant of his uncaught grandsire's mood,
And who shall blame him that he purrs applause,
THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS.
FROM his brimstone bed at break of day
And see how his stock goes on.
Over the hill and over the dale,
And he went over the plain, And backward and forward he switched his long tail
As a gentleman switches his cane.
And how then was the Devil drest?
He saw a Lawyer killing a viper
On a dung hill hard by his own stable ;
And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind
Of Cain and his brother Abel.
He saw an Apothecary on a white horse
Ride by on his vocations ;
Death in the Revelations.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility;
Is pride that apes humility.
He peep'd into a rich bookseller's shop,
Quoth he! “ We are both of one college ! For I sate myself, like a cormorant, once
Hard by the tree of knowledge.1”
| And all amid them stood the tree of life
So clomb this first grand thief-
PAR. LOST. IV.
The allegory here is so apt, that in a catalogue of various readings obtained from collating the MSS. one might expect to find it noted, that for “ life” Cod. quid. habent, “ trade. Though indeed the trade, i.e. the bibliopolic, so called kat' Fóxnv, may be regarded as Life sensu eminentiori; a