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He never offers to surprize,
Altho his falsest Enemies;
But is content to be their Drudge,
And on their Errands glad to trudge. :
For where are all
Intrusted in safe Hands, but ours?
Whoare but Jailours of your Holes
And Dungeons, where you clap up Souls ;
Like Under-keepers, turn the Keys
T’your Mittimus Anathema's,
And never boggle to restore
The Members you deliver o'er
Upon Demand, with fairer Justice
Than ail your Covenanting Trustees ;
Unless to punish them the worse,
You put them in the Sec'lar Pow'rs
And pass their Souls, as some demise
The fame Estate in Mortgage twice,
When to a legal Vtlegation
You turn your Excommunication,
And for a Groat unpaid that's due,
Distrain on Soul and Body too.
Thought he, 'Tis; no mean partof Civil State-Prudence, to cajole the Devil, And not to handle him too rough, When h' has us in his Cloven Hoof.
'Tis true, quoth he, that Intercourse Has pafs'd between your Friends and ours ; That as you trust us, in our way, To raise your Members, and to lay, We send you others of our own, Denounc'd to hang themselves or drown, Or frighted with our Oratory, To leap down headlong many a Story: Have us'd all Means to propagate Your mighty Interests of State, Laid out our Spiritual Gifts to further Your great Designs of Rage and Murther. For if the Saints are nam'd from Blood, We onl' have made that Title good: And if it were but in our Power, We shou'd not scruple to do more, And not be half a Soul behind Of all Diffenters of Mankind.
Right, quoth the Voice, and as I fcorn
To be ungrateful in Return.
Of all those kind good Offices,
I'll free you out of this Distress,
And set you down in Safety, where,
It is no time to tell you here.
The Cock crows, and the Morn grows on,
When 'tis decreed I must be gone:
And if I leave you here till day,
You'll find it hard to get away.
With that the Spirit grop'd about
To find th' Inchanted Heroe out,
And try'd with hafte to lift him up;
But found his Forlorn Hope, his Crup,
Unserviceable with Kicks and Blows
Receiv'd from heardned-hearted Foes.
He thought to drag him by the Heels,
Like Gresham Carts, with Legs for wheels.
But Fear, that sooneft cures those Sores,
In danger of Relapse to worse,
Came in t'affist him with its Aid,
And up his finking Vessel weigh’d.
No sooner was he fit to trudge,
But both made ready to dislodge;
The Spirit hors'd him like a Sack,
Upon the Vehicle, his Back.
And bore him headlong into th' Hall,
With some few Rubs against the Wall.
Where finding th' outer Postern lock'd,
And th’ Avenues as strongly block’d,
H’attack'd the Window,storm'd the Glafs,
And in a moment gain'd the Pafs ;
Thro' which he dragg’d the worsted Soldier's
Fore-quarters out by th' Head and Shoulders;
And cautiously began to fcout,
To find their Fellow-Cattel our.
Nor was it half a Minute's Quest,
E’er he retriev'd the Champion's Beaft,
Ty'd to a Pale instead of Rack,
But ne'er a saddle on his Back,
Nor Pistols at the Saddle-bow,
Convey'd away the Lord knows how,
Hethought it was no time to stay,
And let the Night to steal away;
But in a trice advanc'd the Knight
Upon the Bare Ridge bolt upright.
And groping out for Ralpho's Jade,
He found the Saddle too was stray'd,
And in the place a Lump of Soap,
On which he speedily leap d up;
And turning to the Gate the Rein,
He kick'd and cudgelld on amain.
While Hudibras, with equal haste,
On both sides laid about as faft,
And spurr'd as Jockies use, to break,
Or Padders to secure, a Neck.
Where let us leave 'em for a time,
And to their Charches turn our Rhyme ;
To hold forth their declining State,
Which now come near an even Rate.