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For Beasts, when Man was but a piece
Thefe Worthies were the Chief that led
What Rage, O Citizens, what Fury Doth you to these dire Actions hurry?
What Estrum, what Phrenetick Mood
thus lavish of your Blood, While the proud Vies your Trophies boalt, And unreveng'd walks------ Ghost? What Towns, what Garrisons might you With Hazard of this Bloud subdue, Which now y' are bent to throw away in vain, Untriumphable Fray? Shall Saints in civil Bloudshed wallow Of Saints, and let the Cause lie fallow? The Cause, for which we fought and swore So boldly, shall we now give o’re? Then because Quarrels still are seen With Oaths and Swearing to begin, The Solemn League and Covenant Will seem a meer God-dam-me Rant; And we that took it, and have fouglıt, As lewd as Drunkards that fall out. For as we make War for the King : Against þimself, the self-fame thing, Some will not stick to swear we de For God, and for Religion too;
For if Bear-Baiting we allow,
The Oyster-Women lock'd their Fish up, And trudg’d away to cry No Bishop. The Mouse-Trap-Men laid Save-alls by, And ’gainst Evil Counsellors did cry. Botchers left old Cloaths in the Lurchi, And fell to turn and patch the Church. Some cry'd the Covenant instead Of Pudding-Pies and Ginger-Bread And fome for Brooms, Old Boots and Shoes, Baul’d out to purge the Common's House : Instead of Kitchen-Stuff, some cry, A Gospel-Preaching-Ministry ; And some for Old Suits, Coats, or Cloak, No Surplices, nor Service-Look. A strange harmonious Iviclination Of all Degrees to Reformation. And is this all? Is this the End To which these Carr’ings on did tend? Hạth Publick Faith, like a young Heir, For this tak’n up all sorts of Ware, And run int' every Tradesman's Book, Till both turn’d Bankrupts, and are broke?
Did Saints for this bring in their Plate, And crowd as if they came too late ? For when they thought the Cause had need on't Happy was he that could be rid on't. Did they coin Piss-pots, Bowls and Flaggons, Int Officers of Horse, and Dragoons ; And into Pikes and Musqueteers Stampt Beakers, Cups and Porringers? A Thimble, Bodkin, and a Spoon Did start up living Men, as soon As in the Furnace they were thrown, Just like the Dragon's Teeth b’ing fown. Then was the Cause all Gold and Plate, The Brethrens Off’rings, consecrate Like th' Hebrew-Calf, and down before it The Saints fell prostrate, to adore.it, So say the Wicked-.-- and will you Make that Sarcasmous Scandal true, By running after Dogs and Bears. Beasts more unclean than Calves or Steers ? Have powerful Preachers ply'd their Tongues, And laid themselves cut and their Lungs: