That unertakes to understand,
And juggles at the second Hand;
And now would pass for Spirit Po,
And all Mens dark Concerns foreknow. A
İ think I need not fear him fort;
These Rallying Devils do no hurt.
With that he rouz'd his drooping Heartyrish
And hastily cry'd out, What are:?: 1 ::
A Wrecch (quoth he) whom want of Grace Has brought to this unbappy Placea :ricte.
I do believe thee; quoth the Knight mit Thus far I'm sure th’art in the Right ; And know what 'tis that troubles there Better than thou hartguess’d of me: Thou art fome Paltry, Black-guard Sprite; Condemn'd to Drudg'ry, in the Night, That haft no Work to do in th' Houses Nor Half-penny to drop in Shoes : Without the raising of which Sum, You dare not be fo troublesome, To pinch the Slatterns black and blue, For leaving you ther Work to do.
This
This is your Bus’ness, good Pug-Robin,
And your Diversion dull dry Bobbing,
T'intice Fanaticks in the Dirt,
And wash 'em clean in Ditches for’t.
Of which Conceit you are so proud,
At ev'ry Jeft you laugh aloud,
As now.yoủ would have done by me,
But that I barr'd your Raillery.
Sir, (quo? the Voice) y' are no such Sophy
As you would have the World judge of ye.
If you design to weigh our Talents
I'th’ Standard of your own false Balance,
Or think it poffible to know
Us Ghosts, as well as we do you:
We, who have been the everlasting
Companions of your Drubs and Basting,
And never left you in Conteft,
With Male or Female, Man or Beast,
But prov'd as true tye and intire
In all Adventures as your Squire,
Quoth be, That may be faidas true
By th’idlest Pug of all your Crew;
For
For none could have betray'd us worse
Than those Allies of ours and yours.
But I have sent him for a Token
To your Low-Country Hogen Mogen,
To whose Infernal Shores I hope
He'll swing, like Skippers, in a Rope.
And if y' have been more just to me
(As Iam apt to think) than he,
I am afraid it is as True,
What th’Ill-affected say of you,'
Y' have 'spous'd the Covenant and Cause,
By holding up your Cloven Paws.
Sir, quo' the Voice, 'tis true, I grant,
We made and took the Covenant.
But that no more concerns the Cause,
Than other Perjuries do the Laws,
Which when they're prov'd in open Court,
Wear wooden Peccadillo's fort.
And that's the Reason Cov'nanters
Hold up their Hands, like Rogues, at Bars.
I see, quoth Hudibras, from whence These Scandals of the Saints commence,
That are but natural Effects
Of Satan's Malice, and his Sects,
Those Spider-Saints, that hang- by Threads
Spun out o'th'Entrails of their Heads.
Sir, quoth the Voice, that may as true
And properly be faid of you;
Whose Talents may compare with either,
Or both the other put together.
For all the Independants do
Is only what you forc'd’em to.
You, who are not content alone
With Tricks to put the Devil down,
But must have Armies rais'd, to back
The Gospel-work you undertake :
As if Artillery, and Edge-tools
Were th? only Engines to fave Souls,
While He, poor Devil, has no Pow'r
By force to run down and devour ;
Has ne’er a Classis, cannor fentence
To Stools, or Poundage of Repentance';
Is ty'd up only to Design,
T'intice; and tempt, and undermine:
In which you all his Arts out-do, 7, 9?
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And prove your felves his Betters too.fr
Hence 'tis Poffefsions do less evil:27
Than mere Temptations of the Devil,
Which all the horrid It A&tionis done,
Are charg’d in Courts of Lawlupon;
Because, unless you help the Elf, : -
He can do little of himself; 7. 2003
And therefore where he's belt Pafrest,
Acts most against his Interest ; TA
Surprizes none but those wh? have Priests
To turn him out, and Exorcists, ini
Supply'd with Spiritual Provifion,.!
And Magazines of Ammunition,
With Crosses, Relicks, Crucifixes,
Beads, Pictures, Rofaries, and Pixes,
The Tools of working out Salvation
By meer Mechanick Operation,
With Holy Water, like a Sluce,
To overflow all Avenues.
But those wh’are utterly unarm’d
T' oppose his Entrance if he storm'd,
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