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OF all the Factions in the Town, Mov'd by French Springs or Flemish Wheels, None treads Religion upside down, Or tears Pretences out at heels, Like Splaymouth* with his brace of Caps, Whose Conscience might be scan'd perhaps By the Dimensions of his Chaps. * Splaymouth a Presbyte- rian Parson. He whom the Sisters so adore, Counting his Actions all Divine, Who when the Spirit hints, can roar, And if occasion serves, can whine; Nay, he can bellow, bray and bark. Was ever sike a Beuk-learn'd Clerk, That speaks all Linguas of the Ark? To draw in Proselytes like Bees, With pleasing Twang he tones his Prose, He gives his Handkerchief a squeez, And draws John Calvin through his Nose. Motive on Motive he obtrudes, With Slip-stocken Similitudes. Eight Uses more, and so concludes. When Monarchy began to Bleed, And Treason had a fine new name; When Thames was balderdash'd with Tweed, And Pulpits did with Beacons flame; When Jeroboams Calves were rear'd, And Laud was neither lov'd nor fear'd, This Gospel-Comet first appear'd. Soon his unhallowed Fingers strip'd His Sovereign Liege of Power and Land, And having smote his Master, slip'd His Sword into his Fellows hand. But he that wears his Eyes may note, Oftentimes the Butcher binds a Goat, And leaves his Boy to cut her Throat. Poor England felt his fury than Out-weigh'd Queen Marys many grains; His very Preaching slew more Men, Than Bonners Faggots, Stakes and Chains. With Dog-star Zeal and Lungs like Boreas, He fought and taught; and what's notorious, Destroy'd his Lord to make him Glorious. Yet drew for King and Parliament, As if the Wind could stand North-South; Broke Mosess Law with blest intent, Murther'd and then he wip'd his Mouth. Oblivion alters not his case, Nor Clemency not Acts of Grace Can blanch an AEthiopians Face.
Ripe for Rebellion he begins To rally up the Saints in swarms, He bauls aloud, Sirs, leave your Sins, But whispers, Boys, Stand to your Arms; Thus he's grown insolently rude, Thinking his Gods can't be subdu'd, Money, I mean, and Mutitude. Hark! how he opens with full Cry! Holloo my Hearts, beware of ROME. Cowards that are afraid to die Thus make domestick Broils at home. How quietly Great ANNE might Reign, Would all these Hot-spurs cross the Main, And preach down Popery in Spain? The starry Rule of Heaven is fixt, There's no Dissension in the Sky: And can there be a mean betwixt Confusion and Conformity? A Place divided never thrives: bad where Hornets dwell in hives, But worse where Children play with knives. I would as soon turn back to Mass, Or change my praise to Thee and Thou; Let the Pope ride me like an Ass, And his Priests Milk me like a Cow; As buckle to Smectymnuan Laws, The bad effects o'th' Good Old Cause, That have Doves Plumes, but Vulturs Claws. For 'twas the Haly Kirk that nurs'd The Brownists and the Ranters Crew; Foul Errors motly Vesture first Was Oaded in a Northen Blue. And what's the Enthusiastick breed, Or Men of Knipperdolingss Creed, But Covenanters run up to seed? Yet they all cry, they love the Queen, And make boast of their Innocence: There cannot be so vile a thing, But may be colour'd with pretence. Yet when all's said, one thing I'll swear, No Subject like th' old Cavalier, No Traitor like Jack Presbyter.
FINIS. LONDON: Printed in the Year 1705.