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Quoth Ralph, Truly that is no
Hard Matter for a Man to do,
That has but any Guts in's Brains,
And could believe it worth his Pains.
dare and urge me to it, You'll find I've Light enough to do it.
Synods are Myftical Bear-Gardens,
Where Elders, Deputies, Church-IV ardens,
And other Members of the Court,
Manage the Babylonisb Sport.
For Prolocutor, Scribe, and Bear-ward,
Do differ only in a mere Word.
Both are but sev'ral Synagogues
Of Carnal Men, and Bears and Dogs :
Both Antichristian Asemblies,
To Mischief bent as far's in them lies :
Both stave and tail with fierce Contests,
The one with Men, the other Beasts.
The Diff'rence is, the one fights with
The Tongue, the other with his Teeth ,
And that they bait but Bears in this,
In t'otler Souls and Consciences ;
Where Saints themselves are brought to stake For Gospel-Light and Conscience fake'; Expos’d to Scribes and Presbyters, Instead of Mastive Dogs and Curs'; Than whom th' have less Humanity, For these at Souls of Men will fly. This to the Prophet did appear, Who in a Vision saw a Bear, Prefiguring the Beastly Rage Of Church-Rule, in this latter Age: As is demonstrated at full By him that bạited the Pope's Bull. Bears nat'rally are Beasts of Prey, That live by. Rapine; So do they. What are their Orders, Constitutions, Church-Cenfures, Curses, Abfolutions, But fęv'ral Mystick Chains they make, To tye,poor Christians to the Stake? And then set Heathen Officers, Instead of Dogsis about their Ears. For to prohibit and dispense, To find out or to make Offence ;
Of Hell and Heaven to dispose,
To play with Souls at fast and loose;
To set what Characters they please,
And Mulats on Sin or Godliness;
Reduce the Church to Gospel Order,
By Rapine, Sacrilege, and Murther;
To make Presbytery supream,
And Kings themselves submit to them
And force all People, though against
Their Consciences, for to turn Saints,
prove a pretty thriving Trade,
When Saints Monopolists are made.
When Pious Frauds and Holy shifts
Are Dispensations and Gifts,
There Godliness becomes mere Ware,
And ev'ry Synod but a Fair.
Synods are Whelps of th'Inquisition,
A Mungrel Breed of like Pernicion,
And growing up became the Sires,
Of Scribes, Commissioners, and Triers ;
Whose bus’ness is, by cunning flight
To calf a figure for Mens Light
To find in Lines of Beard and Face,
The Physiognomy of Grace ;
And by the Sound and Twang of Nofe,
If all be found within disclose ;
Free from a Crack or Flaw of Sinning,
As Men try Pipkins by the Ringing ;
By Black Caps, underlaid with White,
Give certain Guess at inward Light:
Which Serjeants at the Gospel wear,
To make the Spiritual Calling clear.
The Handkerchief about the Neck
(Canonical Crabat of Smeck,
From whom the Institution came,
When Church and State they set on Flame,
And worn by them as Badges then
Of Spiritual Warfaring Men)
Judge rightly if Regeneration
Be of the Newest Cut in Fashion.
Sure 'tis an Orthodox Opinion,
That Grace is founded on Dominion.
Great Piety consists in Pride ;
To rule is to be fan&tify'd:
To domineer, and to controul
Both o'er the Body and the Soul,
Is the most perfe& Discipline
Of Church-Rule, and by Right Divine.
Bell and the Dragon's Chaplains werc
More moderate than these by far :
For they (poor Knaves) were glad to cheat,
get their Wives and Children Meat ;
But these will not be fobb'd off so,
They must have Wealth and Power too,
Or else with Blood and Desolation
They'll tear it out o'th' Heart o'th' Nation.
Sure these themselves from Primitive
And Heathen Priesthood do derive,
When Butchers were the only Clerks,
Elders and Presbyters of Kirks ;
Whose Dire&tory was to kill:
And some believe it is so still.
The only Diff'rence is, that then
They slaughter'd only Beafts, now Men.
For then to sacrifice a Bullock,
Or now and then a Child to Moloch,