He fought and taught, and what's (notorious, Deftroy'd his Lord to make him glo VII. rious Yet drew for King and Parliament, As if the Wind cou'd stand North-South, Broke Mofes's Law with bleft intent, Murther'd, and then he wip'd his Mouth, Oblivion alters not his Cafe, Nor Clemency, nor Acts of Grace, VIII. Ripe for Rebellion he begins To rally up the Saints in fwarms, He bawls aloud, Sirs leave your Sins, But whispers, Boys, ftand to your Arms. Thus he's grown infolently rude,' Thinking his Gods can't be fubdu'd, Money I mean, and Multitude. IX. Magiftrates he regards no more Than St. George or the King of Colen, Vowing he'll not conform before The old Wives wind their Dead in (Woollen. He calls the Bishop Grey-beard Coff, And makes his Power as meer a Scoff As Dagon, when his Hands were off, X. Hark! how he opens with full cry, Hallow my Hearts, beware of ROME, Cowards that are afraid to die. Thus make domeftick Broils at home. How quietly Great Charles might Lola (Reign, Would all thefe Hot-fpurs cross the (Main, And preach down Popery in Spain. XI. The ftarry Rule of Heaven is fixt, There's no diffention in the Sky; And And can there be a Mean betwixt Confufion and Conformity? A Place divided never thrives, Tis bad where Hornets dwell in Hives But worse where Children play with XII. (Knives. I wou'd as foon turn back to Mafs, Or change my Phrase to Thee and Thou Let the Pope ride me like an Afs, And his Priests milk me like a Cow: As Buckle to Smedtymnuan Laws, The bad effects o'th Good old Caufe, That have Doves Plumes,, but Vul XIII. ; (tures Claws. For 'twas the Holy Kirk that nurs'd The Brownists and the Ranters Crew; Foul Errors mottly Vesture first Was coated in a Northern Blue: And what's th' enthusiastick Breed, Or Men of Knipperdolin's Creed, But Cov'nanters run up to Seed. |