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His Looks most primitively wear
His Head stands mounted on a Neck As stubborn as a Post or Stake, That will not suff'r 'im to bow down To Altar, Mitre, or the Crown,
Affirming stifly, they're no more
When 'tis to gain his own bie Ends.
Submission is a deadly Fau't;
Then Conscience gives a dispensation.
Yer carries in its Sleeve a Knave;
And from the light of Back Beholders, Skreens his long Neck and stooping
(Shoulders His Hair in greesy Locks hangs down As ftrair as Candles, from his Crown, And shades the Borders of his Face, Whose outwards Signs of inward Grace Are only visible in spightful Grimaces very stern, and frightful; As if he thought no Man could be A zealous Foe to Popery, Except his Looks declare his Malice To Altar, Candlesticks and Chalice.
The Band he wears is very broad, Exceeding far the common Mode, Just such as Kniperdolin wore On Doubler-Collar heretofore, When e'ry Madman that could cant Of Saving-Grace, was thought a Saint, Provided he could cry aloud But Reformation to the Crowd,
That some Arch Villian by his Craft,
And under that deceitful Curse
To stop one Hole, two bigger make.
His Head is full of Fears and Fictions, HisConscienceform’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 amniss.
Thus, like the Moon that's always
(ranging, Seems destin'd to perpetual changing, And restless as the sublune Tide, In crooked Channels loves to glide.
His stubborn Pride and zealous Folly Arise from Temper melancholy, Which in his Looks imprint a Sadness, That shews him near ally'd to Madness: Therefore he does not chuse or cull His Faith by any Scripture Rule ; But by the Vapours that torinent His Brains, from Hyprocondria sent, Which into Dreams and Visions turn, And make his Zeal fo fircely burn, That Reason loses the ascendant, And all within grows independant. So when the Lees of Ale or Wine Condense below, the Liquor's fine ;