CANTO XIV.
I'le close with the Master of Obligations,
Jack of all Trades and Occupations,
That never keeps his Forms or Stations.
He runs through every Compass Point,
Is ne're in nor out of Joynt.
Invents true and false Reports,
With all Companies sutes and sorts.
I ne're observ'd, as I can tell,
Any such a Vertumnus in Hell.
A fawning Ape, a flattering Dog,
A crafty Fox, a smiling Hog.
A roaring Bear, a Lion ranting,
A howling Wolf, a Mag-Pye canting.
In all Habits to beguile,
A wet and dry Saint Crockadile.
He can whine, simper, cry and roar,
All this while he loves a Whore,
I'le ha' to do with him no more.