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ItOME's PARDONS: A T A L E.
If Rome can pardon Jins, as Romans hold; '•
IT happen'd. on a certain time,
"Most holy father, I have been, "I must confess, in many a sin.
"All laws divine I've thought a joke;
"All human laws for intereft broke.
** And to encreafe my ill-got ftore,
"Thought it no crime t'opprefs the poor,
«* To cheat the rich, betray my friends,
"Or any thing to gain my ends.
"But now grown old, and near to die,
** I do repent me heartily
«' Of all my vile offences paft,
** And in particular the laft,
« By which I wickedly beguil'd
"A dead friend's fon, my guardian child,
"Of. all his dear paternal ftore, . ...
« Which was ten thoufand pounds or more;
"Who fince is ftarv'd to death by want,
"And now fmcerely I repent:
"Which that your holinefs may fee,'
«' One half the fuiri I've brought with me,
"And thus I caft it at your feet,
"Difpofe of it as you think meet,
*' To pious ufes, or your own,
«« I hope 'twill all my faults atone.
"Friend', quoth the pope, I'm glad to fee "Such true repentance wrought in thee; "But as your fins are" very great, "\ou have but Half repented yet: ** Nor can your pardon be obtain'd, «' Unlefs the whole.which thus you've gain'd, "To pious ufes be ortiahv'd.
•2, "All I
"All! cry'd the man, I thought that half «• Had been a pretty price enough.
*« Nay, quoth the pope, sir, if you hum
One wou'd give any thing, you know:
And now the poor man bends his knee;
"Poor ! quoth the pope, then cease your suit, *' Indeed you may as well be mute;
"For«' Forbear your now too late contrition^
'* You're in a reprobate condition.
"What! fpend your wealth, and from the whole)
"Not fave one foufe to fave your foul?
"O, you're a firmer, and a hard one,
** I wonder you can afk a pardon:
"Friend, they're not had unlefs you buy 'em,
"You're therefore damn'd, as fure I am-*
"Vice-gerent to the king of heaven:
"No, no, fuch fins can't be forgiven.
** I cannot fave you if I wou'd,
"Nor would I do it if I cou'd.
Home goes the man in deep defpair, And dy'd foon after he came there; And went, 'tis faid, to hell: But fure He, was not damn'd for being poor i But long he had not been below, Before he faw his friend come too j At this he was in great furprize, And fcarcely could believe his eyes: • "What, friend, faid he, are you come too? "I thought the pope had pardon'd you. *' Yes, quoth the man, I thought fo too; *< But I was by the pope trapan'd— "The devil could not read his hand. - • •
His First Coming to Court.
T^Orgive me, Duck, that such a muse as mine,
Yet some indulgence sure they ought to shew