Canto 4.
LE LUTRIN.
37
And one cryes, Fire! Fire! Fire! the Church doth burn
A second time; A third hopes a new turn,
For Holy Thursday! some whose gutts chim'd Noon
Bless't the Occasion that call'd them so soon
From Bed to Board; for all Agree, no Knell
Could more concern them than the Dinner-bell!
But yet the Noise that had unglew'd their eyes
Could not perswade the Sluggish Chanons rise,
Nor leave the Pleasures of th' enchanted Bed,
Till wily Girot got this trick in's Head;
With Stentors Voice he makes loud Proclamation.
O yez! I'th' Chapter House, A rare Collation
Stands ready dress't to meet your Appetite!
He needed say no more: O blessed sight
To see the Prebends hast in Numerous throngs!
What Rhetorick has Soup! how little Songs!
Deaf Bellies now found Ears: one Chanon ran
With one hose off, the other scarcely on;
Another durst not stay to tye his shooes,
But slip-sho'd hobbl'd, lest he Breakfast loose.
A third, whose appetite severely itches
Had not due time to hook his dropping Breeches!
Fallacious Hopes! here was nor bread, nor Wine!
The cheated Fools must with Duke Humphrey dine!
Yet mute they sate, expecting when at last
The Servitors bring in the hop'd Repast?
Nor was it Reason that the gutled Fops
Should spend their Tongues, who could not use their Chops.
The Chanter though he saw his plot succeed,
Yet fear'd Delay might unseen Danger breed;
Rising with blubber'd eyes brim full of Tears,
Unbosoms to them all his Griefs and Fears.
But Chanon Everard, whose barking Maw
All Hungry Guests, but yet no Victuals saw,
A second time; A third hopes a new turn,
For Holy Thursday! some whose gutts chim'd Noon
Bless't the Occasion that call'd them so soon
From Bed to Board; for all Agree, no Knell
Could more concern them than the Dinner-bell!
But yet the Noise that had unglew'd their eyes
Could not perswade the Sluggish Chanons rise,
Nor leave the Pleasures of th' enchanted Bed,
Till wily Girot got this trick in's Head;
With Stentors Voice he makes loud Proclamation.
O yez! I'th' Chapter House, A rare Collation
Stands ready dress't to meet your Appetite!
He needed say no more: O blessed sight
To see the Prebends hast in Numerous throngs!
What Rhetorick has Soup! how little Songs!
Deaf Bellies now found Ears: one Chanon ran
With one hose off, the other scarcely on;
Another durst not stay to tye his shooes,
But slip-sho'd hobbl'd, lest he Breakfast loose.
A third, whose appetite severely itches
Had not due time to hook his dropping Breeches!
Fallacious Hopes! here was nor bread, nor Wine!
The cheated Fools must with Duke Humphrey dine!
Yet mute they sate, expecting when at last
The Servitors bring in the hop'd Repast?
Nor was it Reason that the gutled Fops
Should spend their Tongues, who could not use their Chops.
The Chanter though he saw his plot succeed,
Yet fear'd Delay might unseen Danger breed;
Rising with blubber'd eyes brim full of Tears,
Unbosoms to them all his Griefs and Fears.
But Chanon Everard, whose barking Maw
All Hungry Guests, but yet no Victuals saw,
Impa-
