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For who so fit to reign as Aaron's race, Let friendship's holy band some namés assure;
Not bull-fac'd Jonas, who could statutes draw Gainst form and order they their pow'r em- To mean rebellion, and make treason law. ploy,
But he, though bad, is follow'd hy a worse, Nothing to build, and all things to destroy. The wretch who Heaven's anointed dar'd to But far more num'rous was the herd of such
curse; Who think too little, and who talk too much; || Shimei, whose youth did early promise bring Tbese ont of mere instinct, they know not Of zeal to God, and hatred to his king, why,
Did wisely from expensive sins refraiu, Ador'd their fathers' God, and property ; And never broke the Sabbath but for gain : And, by the same blind benefit of fate, Nor ever was he kuown an oath to veut, The devil and the Jebusite did hate :
Or cursé, unless against the government. Born to be sav'd, er'n in their own despite, Thus heaping wealth by the most ready way Because they could not help believing right. Among the Jews, which was to cheat and pray; Soch were the tools: but a whole bydra more The city, to reward his pious hate Remains ot' spronting heads too long to score. Agaiust his master, cho e himn magistrate. Some of their chiefs were princes of the land: His hand a vase of justice did nphold; In the first rank of these did Zimri stand; His neck was loaded with a chain of gold; A man so various that he seeined to be During bis office treason was no crime; Not one, but all mankind's epitome:
The sons of Baliul had a glorious time; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong ; For Shimnei, though not prodigal of pell, Was every thing by starts, and nothing long; Yet loved bis wicked neighbour as bimself. But in the course of one revolving moon Wheu two or three were gather'd to declaim Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and baffoon; | Against the monarch of Jerusalem, Then all for women, painting, rhyming, Shimei was always in the midst of them; drinking,
And, if they curs'd the king when he was by, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in Would rather curse than break good company; thinking.
If any durst his factious friends accuse, Blest madman! who could every hour employ, || He pack'd a jury of dissenting Jews, With something new to wisli, or to enjoy. Whose fellow-feelings in the god-like cause Railing and praising were his usual themes : Would free tbe suff'ring saint frum human And, hoth to shew bis judgment, in extremes :
laws. So over-violent, or over-civil,
For laws are only made to punish those That ev'ry man with him was God or devil. Wbo serve the king, and to protect his foes. Jo squandering wealth was his peculiar art: ffany leisure time be bad from pow'r, Nothing went unrewarded, bat desert; Because 'is sin to misemploy an hour, Beggar'd by fools, wbom still he fouad too His business was, by writug to persuade late;
That kings were useless, aud a clog to trade : He had his jest, and they had his estate. And, tbat bis noble style be might refine, He lauglid himself froin court; then soughe | No Rechabite more shuund tbe fumnes of relief
wine, By forining parties, but could oe'er be chief; Chaste were his cellars, and his shrieval board For spite of him, the weight of business fell The grossuess of a city feast abhorr'd; On Absalom and wise Achitophel :
His cooks, with long disuse their trade forgot; Thus, wicked but in will, of means bereft, Cool was his kitchen, though his brains were He left not faction, but of that was left.
hot. Titles and names, 't were tedious to rehearse, Such frugal virtue malice may accuse; Of lords below the dignity of verse.
Bnt sure 'twas necessary to the Jews : Wits, warriors; commonwealths-men, were the For towns, once burnt, such magistrates re best :
quire Kind busbands and mere robles all the rest. As dare not tempt God's providence by fire. And therefore, in the name of dulness, be With spiritual food he fed his servants well, The well-hung Balaam and cold Caleb free: But free from flesh that made the Jews rebel : And canting Nadab let oblivion dama, And Moses' laws he held in more account, Who made new porridge for the pascal lamb. For forty days of fasting in the Mount.
3 All see the run away is here,
Ah! little truant leave this spet This morn he left his home, Come hasten to thy pen: Why did'st thou quit thy mother clear Thy every fwlt shall be forgo And from thy master roam ·
If thn'lt neer rove again.