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He strives to look worse ; he keeps all in awe ;
Tyr'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
* A giant famous in romances.
Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe, 270 Jests like a licens'd fool, commands like law.
Frighted, I quit the room, but leave it so As men from jails to execution
go ; For, hung with deadly sins, I see the wall, And lin’d with giants deadlier than 'em all : Each man an Askapart, of strength to toss For quoits, both Temple-bar and Charing-cross. Scar'd at the grizly forms, I sweat, I Ay, And shake all o'er, like a discover'd spy. 279
Courts are too much for wit's so weak as mine : Charge them with heav'n's artillry, bold divine ! From such alone the great rebukes endure, Whose satire's sacred, and whose rage secure : "Tis mine to wash a few light stains, but theirs To deluge sin, and drown a court in tears. 285 Howe'er what's now Apocrypha, my wit, In time to come, may pass for holy writ.