JUVENAL

THE

SECOND SATYR.

By Mr. T ATE.

The ARGUMENT.

The Poet, in this Satyr, inveighs against the Hypocrifie of the Philofophers, and Priests of his Time; the Effeminacy of Military Officers, and Magiftrates. Which Corruption of Manners in general, and more particularly of unnatural Vices, be imputes to the Atheistical Principles that then prevail'd.

"M fick of Rome, and with my self convey'd

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Where freezing Seas obftruct the Merchants Trade
When Hypocrites read Lectures, and a Sot,
Because into a Gown and Pulpit got,

Tho' furfeit-gorg'd, and reeking frem the Stews,
Nothing but Abftinence for's Theme will chufe.
The Rakehells too pretend to Learning----- Why?
Chryfippus, Statue decks their Library.

Who makes his Clofet fineft is moft Read;
The Dolt that with an Ariftotle's Head,
Carv'd to the Life, has once adorn'd his Shelf,
Streight fets up for a Stagyrite himself,

Precife

Precife their Look, but to the Brothel come,
You'll know the Price of Philofophick Bum.
You'd fwear, if you their Briftled Hides furvey'd,
That for a Bear's Careffes they are made;
Yet of their Obscene Part they take fuch care,
That (like Baboons) they still keep Podex bare;
To fee't fo fleek and trimm'd the Surgeon fmiles,
And scarcely can for laughing launce the Piles.
Since Silence feems to carry Wisdom's Pow'r,
Th' affected Rogues, like Clocks, fpeak once an Hour.
Thofe grizled Locks which Nature did provide,
In plenteous growth, their Affes Ears to hide,
The formal Slaves reduce to a degree

Short of their Eye-brows--- Now I honour Thee,
Thee Peribonius, thou profeft He-Whore,
And all thy Crimes impute to Nature's Score:
Thou, as in Harlots Drefs thou art attir'd,
For ought I know, with Harlots Itch art fir'd;
Thy Form feems for the Pathick Trade design'd,
And generously thoù dost own thy Kind.
But what of thofe lewd Mifcreants muft become,
Who Preach Morality, and Shake the Bum?
Varillus cries, fhall I fear Sextus' Doom,
Whofe Haunches are the common Sink of Rome?
Let him cry Blackmoor-Devil, whofe Skin is white;
And Bandy-Legs, who treads himself upright;
Let him reprove that's Innocent --In vain

The Gracchi of Sedition must complain,

'Twou'd make you swear the Planets from their Spheres, Should Verres peach Thieves, Milo Murderers,

Clodius tax Bawds, Cethegus Catiline,

Or Scylla's Pupils Scylla's Rules decline.

I Suppos'd by fome, to be | by others (more probably) AssCafar, Pompey, and Crassus; but guftus, Anthony, and Lepidus.

Yet

Yet we have seen a Modern Magiftrate

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Restore thofe rigid Laws that did create

In Mars and Venus dread; himfelf the while,
With impious Drugs and Potions, did beguile
The teeming Julia's Womb, and thence did wreft
Crude 3 Births, that yet th' Incestuous Sire confeft.
How fhall fuch Hypocrites Reform the State,
On whom the Brothels can Recriminate?
Of this we have an Inftance great and new
In a Cock-Zealot of this Preaching Crew,
Whofe late Harangue the gaping Rabble drew.
His Theme, as Fate wou'd have't, was Fornication,
And as i'th' fury of his Declamation,

He cry'd, Why fleeps the Julian Law, that aw'd
This Vice? -----Laronia, an industrious Bawd,
(As Bawds will run to Lectures) nettled much
To have her Copy-hold fo nearly toucht,
With a difdainful Smile, reply'd, Bleft Times,
That made thee Cenfor of the Age's Crimes!
Rome now muft needs Reform, and Vice be stopt,
Since a Third Cato from the Clouds is dropt.
But tell me, Sir, what Perfume strikes the Air
From your most Rev'rend Neck o'ergrown with Hair?
For modeftly we may prefume, I trow,

'Tis not your Natʼral Grain- The Price I'd know,
And where 'tis fold; direct me to the Street,
And Shop, for I with no fuch Effence meet.
Let me entreat you, Sir, for your own fake,
Ufe Caution, and permit the Laws to take
A harmless Nap, left the 4 Scantinian wake.

2 The Lex Julia against Adultery.

3 Wiz. Deform'd, and fo refembling Domitian.

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