Part 1. Canto 1. Line 192. & seq.

James Roys sculp

Which always must be carry'd on,
And still be doing, never done:
As if Religion were intended

For nothing else but to be mended.
A fect, whofe chief devotion lies
In odd perverse antipathies :
In falling out with that or this,
And finding somewhat still amiss:

More peevish, cross, and splenetic,

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Than dog distract, or monkey fick.
That with more care keep holy-day
The wrong, than others the right way:
Compound for fins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to:
Still so perverse and oppofite,

As if they worship'd God for spite.
The self-fame thing they will abhor
One way, and long another for.

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Free-will they one way difavow,
Another, nothing else allow.
All piety confifts therein

In them, in other men all fin.
Rather than fail, they will defy

That which they love most tenderly ;
Quarrel with minc'd pies, and disparage

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Their best and dearest friend—plumb-porridge ;
Fat pig and goose itself oppose,

And blafpheme custard through the nose.
Th' apostles of this fierce religion,
Like Mahomet's, were ass and widgeon,

To whom our knight, by fast instinct

Of wit and temper, was so linkt,

As if hypocrify and nonsense

Had got th' advowfon of his confcience.

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Thus was he gifted and accouter'd,
We mean on th' infide, not the outward:
That next of all we fhall discuss;

Then liften, Sirs, it followeth thus:
His tawny beard was th' equal grace
Both of his wifdom and his face;
In cut and dye fo like a tile,
A fudden view it would beguile :
The upper part thereof was whey,
The nether orange, mixt with grey.
This hairy meteor did denounce
The fall of fceptres and of crowns;
With grizly type did reprefent
Declining age of government,
And tell, with hieroglyphic spade,
Its own grave and the state's were made.
Like Sampson's heart-breakers, it grew
In time to make a nation rue;

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