Not one, but all mankind’s epitome:
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong;
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But, in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: 550
Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking,
Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Blest madman, who could every hour employ,
With something new to wish, or to enjoy!
Railing and praising were his usual themes;
And both, to show his judgment, in extremes:
So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.
In squandering wealth was his peculiar art:
Nothing went unrewarded but desert. 560
Beggar’d by fools, whom still he found too late;
He had his jest, and they had his estate.
He laugh’d himself from court; then sought relief
By forming parties, but could ne’er be chief:
For, spite of him the weight of business fell
On Absalom and wise Achitophel:
Thus, wicked but in will, of means bereft,
He left not faction, but of that was left.
Titles and names ’twere
tedious to rehearse
Of lords, below the dignity of verse.
570
Wits, warriors, commonwealth’s-men,
were the best:
Kind husbands, and mere nobles, all the
rest.
And therefore, in the name of dulness,
be
The well-hung Balaam and cold Caleb free:
And canting Nadab let oblivion damn,
Who made new porridge for the paschal
lamb.
Let friendship’s holy band some
names assure;
Some their own worth, and some let scorn
secure.
Nor shall the rascal rabble here have
place,
Whom kings no titles gave, and God no
grace: 580
Not bull-faced Jonas, who could statutes
draw
To mean rebellion, and make treason law.
But he, though bad, is follow’d
by a worse,
The wretch who Heaven’s anointed
dared to curse;
Shimei, whose youth did early promise
bring
Of zeal to God and hatred to his king,
Did wisely from expensive sins refrain,
And never broke the Sabbath but for gain;
Nor ever was he known an oath to vent,
Or curse, unless against the government.
590
Thus heaping wealth by the most ready
way
Among the Jews, which was to cheat and
pray;
The city, to reward his pious hate
Against his master, chose him magistrate.
His hand a vare[70] of justice did uphold;
His neck was loaded with a chain of gold.
During his office treason was no crime;
The sons of Belial had a glorious time:
For Shimei, though not prodigal of pelf,
Yet loved his wicked neighbour as himself.
600
When two or three were gather’d
to declaim
Against the monarch of Jerusalem,
Shimei was always in the midst of them;