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Provided he could cry aloud
But reformation to the crowd,
That some arch villain, by his craft,
Like Nol, might raise himself aloft,
And under that deceitful curfe
Of mending make all matters worse;
As tinkers, when thy undertake
To ftop one hole, two bigger make,
That e'ery piece of work may end
In fomething that is new to mend.

His head is full of fears and fictions,
His confcience form'd of contradictions,
Is therefore never long content
With any church or government,
But fancies e'ery thing that is,
For want of mending, much amifs.
So confequentially would vary
All things to fomething quite contrary,
As if he thinks, whate'er we crave,
Is better far than what we have;
And therefore ftill is difagreeing
With e'ery thing that is in being.

Thus like the moon that's always ranging,
Seems deftin'd to perpetual changing,
And reftlefs as the fublune tide,
In crooked channels loves to glide.

His ftubborn pride and zealous folly

;

Arife from temper melancholy,
Which in his looks imprint a sadness
That fhews him near ally'd to madness:
Therefore he does not chufe or cull
His faith by any scripture rule
But by the vapours that torment
His brains, from hypocondria fent,
Which into dreams and vifions turn,
And make his zeal fo fiercely burn,
That reafon loes the afcendant,
And all within grows independant.
So when the lees of ale or wine
Condenfe below, the liquor's fine;
But when the nauseous dregs break loofe
They four and spoil the noble juice.

The quaint deportment of the knave
Is always wonderfully grave,
And e'ery fentence that he fays
Digefted into scripture phrase:
His actions fo demure as if
To be a faint was to be stiff,
And that religion must agree
The best with dull formality.
Regeneration, reprobation,
Election, and predeftination,

Are the chief points on which he cants,
When mix'd among his brother faints,
In which fanatical discourses,

He fummons all his fcripture forces,
To prove all fuch as do accord
With him the chofen of the Lord;
But that the Papifts are accurs'd
'Tis plain in Canticles the firft;
Therefore he joins their holy father
The pope and dev'l fo clofe together,
That both may equal terror ftrike,
And by the faints be fear'd alike.
His Chriftian charity is fuch,
He ne'er thinks what he gives too much,
'Tis plain, because he ne'er is known
To give one farthing of his own;
Therefore as nothing is no charge,
It can't be thought a gift too large.
His dealings are so just and plain
He never cheats but when he can ;
And where he finds he cannot bite ye,
He'll prove too honeft to outwit ye:
But if your judgment you poftpone,
And to his confcience truft alone,
No human justice will he do,
But ufe you worfe than Turk or Jew,
Yet vow, proteft, and fcripture plead,
As if he was a faint indeed.

Such are that old fanatick ftrain
Of whigs that envy Charles's reign,
Infatiate rebels, whom no law
Can govern, or good monarch awe ;

A ftubborn

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The Morning Salutation 4.

A ftubborn restless generation,
O'ercome with dog-ftar zeal and paffion
Impatient of the highest place,
To which they plead a right by grace.
Cruel in pow'r and retlefs out,
When moft rebellious moft devout,
Making religion a disguise,

Or cloak to all their villanies;
As if they thought the fame defign'd
For nothing but a holy blind;
Therefore like harlots feldom use it,
Except to shame it and abuse it.
From fuch implacable tormentors,
Fanatick, hypocrites, diffenters,

Whigs, Round-heads, call'em what you please :
I fay, from rebels fuch as these,

May God preferve the church and throne
And Charles the wife that fits thereon:
Nor may their plots exclude his heirs
From reigning when the right is theirs,
But may the Stuarts trample down
Those enemies to church and crown:
For fhould the foot the head command
And faction gain the upper hand,
We must expect a ruin'd land.

The Morning's Salutation: or a Friendly Conference between a Puritan Preacher and a Family of his Flock, upon a 30th of January.

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Preacher,

OOD morrow to thee: how doft do;
I only just call'd in to fhew

My love, upon this bleffed day,

As I, by chance, came by this way.
Grace, peace, and faith, be unto thee,
And all this chofen family.

Hufband,

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