They count a vile Abomination,
But not to flaughter a whole Nation,
Prefbytery does but translate
The Papacy to a Free State,
A Common-wealth of Popery,
Where every Village is a See
As well as Rome, and must maintain
▲ Tithe Pig Metropolitane :

Where ev'ry Prefbyter and Deacon
Commands the Keys for Cheefe and Bacon;
And ev'ry Hamlet's governed

By's Holiness, the Church's Head,
More haughty and fevere in's place

Than Gregory or Boniface.

Such Church muft (furely) be a Monster

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many Heads: For if we confter What in th' Apocalypfe we find, According to th' Apostles Mind, 'Tis that the Whore of Babylon With many Heads did ride upon; Which Heads denote the finful Tribe

Of Deacon, Priest, Lay-Elder, Scribe.

Lay

Whofe little Finger is as heavy
As Loins of Patriarchs, Prince-Prelate,
And Bishop-fecular. This Zealot

Is of a Mungrel, diverfe Kind,
Clerick before, and Lay behind;
A Lawlefs Linfie-Woolfie Brother,
Half of one Order, half another
A Creature of Amphibious Nature, H
On Land a Beaft, a Fish in Water う

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That always preys on Grace or SingI

A Sheep without, a Wolf within.

This fierce Inquifitor has chief e

Dominion over Mens Belief

And Manners; can pronounce a Saint 1 buA

Idolatrous, or Ignorant,

When fuperciliously he fifts

Thro' coursest Boulter others Gifts.

For all Men live and judge amifs

Whose Talents jump not just with his. HOT

He'll lay on Gifts with Hands, and place A

On dulleft Noddle Light and Grace,

The Manufacture of the Kirk,

Whofe Paftors are but th' Handy-work
Of his Mechanick Paws, inftilling
Divinity in them by Feeling.

From whence they start up chofen Veffels,
Made by Contact, as Men get Meazles.
So Cardinals, they fay, do grope

At t'other End the new-made Pope.

Hold, hold, quoth Hudibras, Soft Fire, They say, does make fweet Malt. Good Squire, Feftina lente, not too faft

For hafte (the Proverb fays) makes wafte:
The Quirks and Cavils thou doft make
Are falfe, and built upon Mistake.
And I fhall bring you, with your Pack
Of Fallacies, t'Elenchi back;
And put your Arguments in Mood

And Figure, to be understood.

I'll force you by right Ratiocination,

To leave your Vitilitigation,

And make you keep to th' Question close,
And argue Diale&ticws.

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The Question then, to state it firft,
Is which is better, or which worst,
Synods or Bears. Bears I avow
To be the worst, and Synods thou.
But to make good th' Affertion,
Thou fay'ft th' are really all one.
If fo, not worst; for if th' are idem,
Why then Tantundem dat Tantidem.
For if they are the fame, by course
Neither is better, neither worse.
But I deny they are the fame,
More than a Maggot and I am.
That both are Animalia,
I grant ; but not Rationalia :

For tho' they do agree in Kind,

Specifick Difference we find

And can no more make Bears of these,
Than prove my Horfe is Socrates.
That Synods are Bear-Gardens too,
Thou doft affirm; but I fay No:
And thus I prove it, in a Word,
Whats'ever Afembly's not impowr'd

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To cenfure, curfe, abfolve and ordain,
Can be no Synod: But Bear-Garden
Has no fuch Pow'r. 1 Ergo, 'Tis none,
And fo thy Sophiftry's o'erthrown.

But yet we are befides the Queftion,
Which thou didft raife the firft Contest on ;
For that was, Whether Bears were bettero A
Than Synod-Men? I fay, Negatur.:

That Bears are Beafts, and Synods, Men, I
Is held by all: They're better then.

For Bears and Dogs on four Legs go,
As Beafts; but Synod-Men on two.
'Tis true, they all have Teeth and Nails
But prove that Synod-Men have Tails;
Or that a rugged, fhaggy Fur

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Grows o'er the Hide of Prefbytero

Or that, his Snout and fpacious Ears A Do hold proportion with a Bear's.

A Bear's a favage Beaft, of all,

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