THE End of Satyr is Reformation: And the Author,
tho he doubts the Work of Conversion is at a general
Stop, has put his Hand to the Plow.
I expect a Storm of Ill Language from the Fury of the
Town, and especially from those whose EnglishTalent it is, to
Rail: And without being taken for a Conjurer, I may ven-
ture to foretell, That I shall be Cavil’d at about my Mean
Stile, Rough Verse, and Incorrect Language;Things I
might indeed have taken more Care in. But the Book is Print-
ed; and tho I see some Faults, ’tis too late to mend them.
And this is all I think needful to say to them.
Possibly somebody may take me for a Dutchman; in which
they are mistaken: But I am one that would be glad to see
Englishman behave themselves better to Strangers, and to
Governors also; that one might not be reproach’d in Foreign
Countries, for belonging to a Nation that wants Manners.
I assure you, Gentlemen, Strangers use us better abroad; and
we can give no reason but our Ill Nature for the contrary here.
Methinks an Englishman, who is so proud of being call’d
A Goodfellow, shou’d be civil: And it cannot be denied but
we are in many Cases, and particularly to Strangers, the
Churlishest People alive.
As to Vices, who can dispute our Intemperance, while an
Honest Drunken Fellow is a Character in a man’s Praise?
All our Reformations are Banters, and will be so, till
our Magistrates and Gentry reform themselves by way of Ex-
ample; then, and not till then, they may be expected to pu-
nish others without blushing.
As to our Ingratitude, I desire to be understood of that
particular People, who pretending to be Protestants, have all
along endeavour’d to reduce the Liberties and Religion of this
Nation into the Hands of King James and his Popish Pow-
ers: Together with such who enjoy the Peace and Protection
of the present Government, and yet abuse and affront the King
who procur’d it, and openly profess their Uneasiness under
him: These, by whatsoever Names or Titles they are digni-
fied or distinguish’d, are the People aim’d at: Nor do I dis-
own, but that it is so much the Temper of an Englishman to
abuse his Benefactor, that I could be glad to see it rectified.
They who think I have been guilty of any Error, in exposing
the Crimes of my own Countrymen to themselves, may among
many honest Instances of the like nature, find the same thing in
Mr. Cowley, in his Imitation of the Second Olympick Ode of
Pindar: His words are these;
But in this Thankless World, the Givers
Are envied even by th’ Receivers:
’Tis now the Cheap and Frugal Fashion,
Rather to hide than pay an Obligation.
Nay,’tis much worse than so;
It now an Artifice doth grow,
Wrongs and outrages to do,
Lest men should think we Owe.