And hang, and fcorn ye all, before,
Endure the Plague of being Poor.
Quoth he, I fee you have more Tricks
Than all our doting Politicks, wel

That are grown old, and out of Fashion,
Compar❜d with your New Reformation :
That we must come to School to you,
To learn your more Refin'd, and New,
Quoth he, If you will give me leave
To tell you what I now perceive,
Youl'd find your self an arrant Chouse,
If y' were but at a Meeting-Houfe. 19.
'Tis true, quoth he, we ne'er come there, £.
Because w' have let 'em out by the Year. bo'l
Truly, quoth he, you can't imagine visua
What wondrous things they will engage in
That as your Fellow-Fiends in Hell donW
Were Angels all before they fell;

So are you like to be agent

Compar'd with th? Angels of us Men.

Quoth be, I am refolv'd to be bats Aw

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And therefore firft defire to know
Some Principles on which you go.

What makes a Knave a Child of God,
And one of us? A Livelyhood.:
What renders beating out of Brains
And Murther, Godliness?Great Gains.
What's tender Confcience?Tisa Botch
That will not bear the gentleft Touch,
But breaking out, difpatches more
Than th' Epidemical'ft Plague-Sore.

What makes y' encroach upon our Trade, And damn all others? To be paid.. What's Orthodox and true believing

Against a Conscience?

A Good Living..

What makes Rebelling against Kings

A Good Old Caufe ?—Adminiftrings.

What makes all Doctrines plain and clear?

About Two hundred Pounds a Year.

And that which was prov'd true before, Prove false again?-Two hundred more. What makes the breaking of all Oaths A holy Duty?-Food and Cloaths.

What

What Laws and Freedom, Perfecution? --B'ing out of Pow'r and Contribution.

What makes a Church a Den of Thieves?.....
A Dean and Chapter, and white Sleeves.
And what would ferve, if thofe were gone,
To make it Orthodox ?---- Our own.
What makes Morality a Crime,
The most notorious of the Time?
Morality, which both the Saints
And Wicked too cry out against?
'Cause Grace and Vertue are within
Prohibited Degrees of Kin:

And therefore no true Saint allows
They fhall be fuffer'd to efpoufe.
For Saints can need no Confcience,
That with Morality difpenfe;

As Vertue's impious, when 'tis rooted
In Nature onl', and not imputed,
But why the Wicked should do fo,
We neither know or care to do.

What's Liberty of Confcience,

I'th Natural and Genuine Senfe ?...

'Tis to reftore with more Security

Rebellion to its antient Purity; GRE
And Christian Liberty reduce

To th' elder Practice of the Jews.
For a large Confcience is all one,
And fignifies the fame with None.
It is enough (quoth he) for once,
And has repriev'd thy forfeit Bones;
Nick Machiavel had ne'er a Trick,
(Though he gives Name to our Old Nick}
But was below the leaft of thefe,

That pass i'th' World for Holiness.

This faid, the Furies and the Light In th' inftant vanifh'd out of fight; And left him in the dark alone,

With Stinks of Brimftone, and his own.

The Queen of Night, whofe large Command Rules all the Sea and half the Land,

And over moist and crazy Brains

In high Spring-tides at Midnight reigns,
Was now declining to the Weft,

To go to Bed and take her reft.

When

When Hudibras, whofe ftubborn Blows
Deny'd his Bones that foft Repofe,
Lay ftill expecting worse and more,
Stretcht out at length upon the Floor :

And though he shut his Eyes as faft,
As if h' had been to fleep his laft,

Saw all the Shapes that Fear or Wizards
Do make the Devil wear for Vizards.
And pricking up his Ears, to heark
If he could hear too in the dark ;
Was firft invaded with a Groan,
And after, in a feeble Tone,

These trembling Words; Unhappy Wretch ;
What haft thou gotten by this Fetch?
Or all thy Tricks in this New Trade,
The Holy Brotherhood o' th' Blade?
By fauntring ftill on fome Adventure,
And growing to thy Horfe a Centaur,
To stuff thy Skin with fwelling Knobs
Of Cruel and hard-wooded Drubs?
For ftill th' haft had the worft on't yet,
As well in Conqueft as Defeat.