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Satyr.
Aude aliquid brevibus Gyaris aut carcere dignum Sivis esse aliquis—indem sat.
Suppos'd to be spoken by a Court Hector.
Pindarique,
Now curses on ye all, ye vertuous Fools.
Who think to fetter free born Souls,
And tye 'em up to dull Morality, and Rules,
The Stagyrite, be damn'd, and all the Crew,
Of learned Idiots, who his steps persue;
And those more silly Proselites, whom his fond Pre∣cepts drew!
Oh had his Ethicks, been with their wild Author drown'd
Or a like fate, with those lost Writings found,
Which that grand Plagiary, doom'd to Fire,
And made by unjust Flames expire,
They ne're had then seduc'd Mortality,
Ne're lasted to debauch the World, with their lewd Pedantry.
But damn'd and more (if Hell can do`t) be that
Thrice cursed name,
Who e`re the rudiments of Law design`d;
Who e`re did the First Model of Religion, frame,