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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 serve, if those 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 shall be suffer'd to espouse.
For Saints can need no Conscience,
That with Morality dispenfe ;
As Vertue's impious, when 'tis rooted :
In Nature onl', and not imputed,
But why the Wicked should do so,
We neither know or care to do.
What's Liberty of Conscience,
I'th Natural and Genuine Senfe ?...
'Tis to reftore with more Security tin
Rebellion toits ancient Purity; ".
And Christian Liberty reduce í
To th' elder Pradtice of the Jews.
For a large Conscience is all one,
And signifies the fame with Noni.
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 least of these,
That pass i'th' World for Holiness. :
This said, the Furies and the Light
In th' instant vanilh'd out of fight;
And left him in the dark alone,
With Stinks of Brimstone, and his own.
The Queen of Night, whose 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 West,
To go to Bed and take her reft.
When Hudibras, whose stubborn Blows
Deny'd his Bones that soft Repose;
Lay still expecting worse and more,
Stretcht out at length upon the Floor :
And though he shut his Eyes as faft,
As if l' had been to sleep his last,
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 bear too in the dark ;
Was first invaded with a Groan,
And after, in a feeble Tone,
These trembling Words ; Vnhappy Wretch;
What haft thou gotten by this Fetch ?
Or all thy Tricks in this New Trade,
The Holy Brotherhood o' th’ Blade?
By fauntring still on some Adventure,
And growing to thy Horse a Centaur,
To stuff thy Skin with swelling Knobs
Of Cruel and hard-wooded Drubs ?
For still th' hast had the worst on't yet,
As well in Conquest as Defeat.
Night' is the Sabbath of Mankind,
To rest the Body and the Mind:
Which now thou art deny'd to keep,
And cure thy labour'd Corps with Sleep,
The Knight'who heard the Words explain'd
As meant to him this Reprimand,
Because the Character did hit
Point-blank upon his Cafe lo fit;
Beliey'd it was Tome'
That staid upon the Guard that Night,
And one of those he had seen and felt
The Drubs he had so freely dealt.
When after a short Pause and Groan,
The doleful Spirit thus went on ;
This 'tis t'ingage with Dogs and Bears
Pelmell together by the Ears,
And after painful Bangs and Knocks,
To lie in Limbo in the Stocks
; And from the Pinacle of Glory, Fall headfong into Purgatory:
(Thought he, This Devil's full of Malice, That on my late Difafters rallies.)
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Creats more slovenly and coarse ; Ingag?d with Fiends in stubborn Wars,);" And hot Disputes with Conjurers in And when th' hadtbrayely, won the day, : Walt sain to steal thy self away: snsd 13; Would fain steal me too from my self, ca: That impudently dares to own is to win. What I have suffer'd for, and done. cui
And now but vent’ring to betray, Haft met with Vengeance the faine,
Thought he, How does the Devil know What'twas that I defigu’d to do? His Office of Intelligence, vini His Oracles, are ceas'd long since; And he knows nothing of the Saints, But what some treach’rous Spy acquaints. This is fome Pettifogging Fiendo seu Some Under-Door-keeper's Friend's Friend,