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... Saints , whom all Men grant To be the true Church Militant : Such as do build their Faith upon The holy Text of Pike and Gun ; Decide all Controverfies by Infallible Artillery ; And prove their Doctrine Orthodox By Apoftolick Blows and ...
... Saints , whom all Men grant To be the true Church Militant : Such as do build their Faith upon The holy Text of Pike and Gun ; Decide all Controverfies by Infallible Artillery ; And prove their Doctrine Orthodox By Apoftolick Blows and ...
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... - Horfe in the Mouth And very wifely would lay forth No more upon it than ' twas worth . But as he got it freely , fo He spent it frank and freely too . 3 For For Saints themselves will fomtimes be Of Gifts that coft CANTO I 23.
... - Horfe in the Mouth And very wifely would lay forth No more upon it than ' twas worth . But as he got it freely , fo He spent it frank and freely too . 3 For For Saints themselves will fomtimes be Of Gifts that coft CANTO I 23.
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The first part Samuel Butler. For Saints themselves will fomtimes be Of Gifts that coft them nothing , free . By ... Saint , like Bag - pipe Drone , And And speaks through hollow empty Soul , As through a 24 CANTO I.
The first part Samuel Butler. For Saints themselves will fomtimes be Of Gifts that coft them nothing , free . By ... Saint , like Bag - pipe Drone , And And speaks through hollow empty Soul , As through a 24 CANTO I.
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... Saints lead Brothers by the nose . I wish my self a Pfeudo - Prophet , But fure fome Mifchief will come of it ? Unless by Providential Wit , Or Force , we averruncate it . C } .. For For what Design , what Interest Can Beast have to ...
... Saints lead Brothers by the nose . I wish my self a Pfeudo - Prophet , But fure fome Mifchief will come of it ? Unless by Providential Wit , Or Force , we averruncate it . C } .. For For what Design , what Interest Can Beast have to ...
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... Saint George did the Dragon Nor Engine , nor Device Polemick , Disease , nor Doctor Epidemick , Tho ' ftor'd with Deletery Med'cines , ( Which whosoever took is Dead fince ) E'er E'er fent fo vaft a Colony To both the under 58 CANTO I.
... Saint George did the Dragon Nor Engine , nor Device Polemick , Disease , nor Doctor Epidemick , Tho ' ftor'd with Deletery Med'cines , ( Which whosoever took is Dead fince ) E'er E'er fent fo vaft a Colony To both the under 58 CANTO I.
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5 ÆäÀÌÁö - For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope : And when he happen'd to break off I...
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - For he was of that noble trade, That demi-gods and heroes made, Slaughter, and knocking on the head...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - This sword a dagger had, his page, That was but little for his age, And therefore waited on him so As dwarfs upon knights-errant do : It was a serviceable dudgeon, Either for fighting or for drudging : When it had stabb'd, or broke a head, It would scrape trenchers, or chip bread ; Toast cheese or bacon ; though it were To bait a mouse-trap, 'twould not care...
5 ÆäÀÌÁö - H' had hard words ready to show why, And tell what rules he did it by ; Else when with greatest art he spoke, You'd think he talk'd like other folk ; For all a rhetorician's rules Teach nothing but to name his tools.
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - A sect whose chief devotion lies In odd perverse antipathies, In falling out with that or this And finding somewhat still amiss; More peevish, cross and splenetic Than dog distract or monkey sick: That with more care keep holyday The wrong, than others the right way; Compound for sins they are inclined to By damning those they have no mind to.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - But oftentimes mistook the one For th' other, as great clerks have done. He could reduce all things to acts, And knew their natures by abstracts ; Where entity and quiddity, The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly ; Where truth in person does appear, Like words congeal'd in northern air. He knew what's what, and that's as high As metaphysic wit can fly.
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - Freewill they one way disavow, Another, nothing else allow ; All piety consists therein In them, in other men all sin ; Rather than fail, they will defy That which they love most tenderly : Quarrel with minced pies, and disparage Their best and dearest friend, plum-porridge ; Fat pig and goose itself oppose, And blaspheme custard through the nose. Th' apostles of this fierce religion, Like Mahomet's, were ass and widgeon.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Still they are sure to be i' th' right. 'Tis a dark lantern of the Spirit, Which none see by but those that bear it ; A light that falls down from on high, For spiritual trades to cozen by ; An ignis fatuus, that bewitches, And leads men into pools and ditches, To make them dip themselves, and sound For Christendom in dirty pond ; To dive like wild-fowl for salvation, And fish to catch regeneration.
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - He rag'd, and kept as heavy a coil as Stout Hercules for loss of Hylas, Forcing the vallies to repeat The accents of his sad regret. He beat his breast, and tore his hair For loss of his dear crony Bear: That Echo, from the hollow ground, His doleful wailings did resound, More wistfully, by many times, Than in small poets...