CANTO XIV.
If any thing hath me inspir'd,
If any thing my Muse hath fir'd,
It is those monstrous ugly Beasts,
Hypocrisies and Interests:
Both which in others I detest,
But 'mong our selves, I like them best.
These bring Friends and Foes about 'um,
We cannot do our work without 'um.
Cruelty's nothing, Lyes, beyond compare,
The best Dish in all our Bill of Fare:
But the Dissembler, is most base
Of all our cursed Hellish Race.
Fierce Revenge, of bloody Hue,
Is Devil-like, but True:
But of all Fiends, as to my mind,
The worst is, of the Fawning kind.
Hang the Hypocrite, he is most Evil,
For he would not stick to betray the Devil.
The black I'le trust; but the white Devil
Is the Contriver of all Evil.
The Hypocrites, 'tis sadly true,
Both Devils and Witches out-do.
Rogues are all for what they can get,
In heat or cold, in dry or wet;
All is Fish that comes to Net.