The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. IIBrown, Thomas
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The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. II
Brown, Thomas
English wit and humor -- Early works to 1800; Erotic literature -- Early works to 1800; Latin literature -- Translations into English
tenderness to his piety, or regard to his function, gave him such a
tallyman’s dun, that he swore thro’ divinity, and deny’d the matter of
fact as sturdily as if he had been bred a citizen; yet at last, upon
positive proof thereof, paid the money like an honest gentleman, but
huff’d away as if the passion of envy had overcome the patience of the
priest. But since I find (most worthy gentlemen) that fate has doom’d me
to these sulphurous mansions, where the devil rules the roast, and
presbytery flourishes; I here, before the protector of this
commonwealth, and all his infernal host, submit myself to the present
government in hell establish’d, and heartily declare a penitential
sorrow for the indignity offer’d upon earth to that famous and most
spiritual kid-napper, who I cannot but acknowledge has contributed more
toward the peopling of these dominions, than the states of _Holland_
have ever done towards the peopling your neighbouring country the
_East-Indies_.
But now, brother doctor, to make you sensible of the interest you have
in these parts, the audience (notwithstanding the offender’s submission)
were so highly inflam’d that so disgraceful an affront should be put
upon so worthy a benefactor to the _good old cause_, that some cry’d
out with a true spirit of dissention, _Flay, flay the rogue, flay him
for a_ cavalier, _what abuse the Doctor! Others, Scald him, scald him,
he’s a Church Papist: Others, Geld him, geld him, he’s certainly a
Priest_: But the women were against the last sentence, and cry’d the
devil had no law for that severity. So a great hurliburly arose about
the manner of his punishment; but at last the crowd hurry’d him away as
the rabble in your world do a pickpocket, to a pump, or a horse-pond,
and what became of him afterwards I have not yet heard.
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