puts the over-heated Sots

Which puts

In Fevers ftit, like other Goats,

For though the Whore bends Hereticks With Flames of Fire, like crooked Sticks; Our Schifmaticks so vaftly differ,

Th' hotter they are, they grow the stiffer; Still fetting off their Spiritual Goods, With fierce and pertinacious Fewds. For Zeal's a dreadful Termagant, That teaches Saints to tear and rant, And Independants to profefs The Doctrine of Dependences; Turns Meek and Secret sneaking ones, To Raw-heads fierce and Bloody Bones: And not content with endless Quarrels Against the Wicked and their Morals, The Gibellines, for want of Guelfs, Divert their Rage upon themselves. For now the War is not between The Brethren and the Men of Sin; But Saint and Saint, to spill the Blood Of one another's Brotherhood;

Where

Where neither fide can lay pretence
To Liberty of Confcience,

Of Zealous fuff'ring for the Cause,
To gain one Groats-worth of Applause:
For though endur'd with Refolution,
"Twill ne'er amount to Perfecution.
Shall precious Saints and fecret ones
Break one another's outward Bones?
And eat the Flesh of Brethren,
Instead of Kings and mighty Men?
When Fiends agree among themselves,
Shall they be found the greater Elves?
When Bell's at Union with the Dragon,
And Baal-Peor Friends with Dagon,
When Savage Bears agree with Bears,
Shall Secret ones lug Saints by the Ears
And not atone ther fatal Wrath,
When common Danger threatens both?
Shall Mastiffs, by the Collars pull'd,
Engag'd with Bulls, let go their Hold ?
And Saints, whofe Necks are pawn'd at Stake,
No Notice of the Danger take?

But

But though no Power of Heav'n or Hell
Can pacifie Fanatick Zeal;

Who would not guess there might be Hopes,

The Fear of Gallow fes and Ropes,

Before their Eyes might reconcile
Their Animofities a while?

At least until th' had a clear Stage,
And equal Freedom to engage,
Without the Danger of Surprise
By both our Common Enemies?

This none but we alone could doubt,
Who understand their Workings-out;
And know 'em both in Soul and Confcience,
Giv'n up
t'as Reprobate a Nonsense,

As Spiritual Out-Laws, whom the Pow'r

Of Miracle cannot restore.

We, whom at firft they fet up under,
In Revelation only of Plunder,
Who fince have had fo many Trials
Of their encroaching Self-denials,
That rook'd upon us with Defign
To Out-reform and Undermine

Took

Took all our Interefts and Commands

Perfidioufly out of our Hands;
Involv'd us in the Guilt of Blood,
Without the Motive-Gains allow'd,
And made us ferve as Ministerial,
Like younger Sons of Father Belial.
And yet for all th' inhumane Wrong
Th' had done us, and the Caufe fo long,
We never fail'd to carry on

The Work ftill, as we had begun :

But True and Faithfully obey'd,

And neither Preach'd them Hurt, nor Pray'd;

Nor troubled them to crop our Ears,
Nor Hang us, like the Cavaliers;
Nor put them to the Charge of Jails,
To find us Pillories and Cart-Tails,
Or Hang-man's Wages, which the State
Was forc't (before them) to be at;
That cut, like Tallies, to the Stumps
Our Ears, for keeping True Accompts,
And burnt our Veffels, like a New-
Seal'd Peck or Bushel, for being true. «

But

But Hand in Hand, like faithful Brothers,
Held forth the Caufe against all others,
Difdaining equally to yield,

One Syllable of what he held.

And though we differ'd now and then
'Bout outward Things and outward Men:
Our inward Man and conftant Frame,
Of Spirit ftill were near the fame.
And till they first began to Cant,
And sprinkle down the Covenant,
We ne'er had Call in any place,

Nor dream'd of Teaching down Free-Grace
But join'd our Gifts perpetually

Against the Common Enemy.

Although 'twas our and their Opinion,
Each other's Church was but a Rimmon.
And yet for all this Gofpel, Union,
And outward fhew of Church Communion,
They'll ne'er admit us to our Shares,
Of Ruling Church, or State-Affairs;
Nor give us leave t' abfolve, or fentence
T'our own Conditions of Repentance:

But