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But when the nauseous Dregs break
(loose They four and spoil the noble Justice.
The quaint Deportment of the Knave
Therefore he joins their Holy Father The Pope and Dev'l so close together, That both may equal Terror strike, And by the Saints be fear'd alike.
His Christian 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 honest to outwit ye : But if your Judgment you postpone, And to his Conscience trust alone, No human Justice will he do, Bur use you worse than Turk or Jew, Yet Vow, Protest, and Scripture plead, As if he was a Saint indeed.
Such are that old Fanatick Strain
When moft Rebellious most devout. - Making Religion a Disguise,
Or Cloak to all their Villainies;
For nothing but a Holy Blind ;
Except to shame it and abuse it.
From such implacable Tormentors, ! Fanaticks, Hypocrites, Diffenters,
Whigs, Roundheads, call 'em what you
(please I say, from Rebels such as these, May God preserve 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 should the Foot the
Head command And Faction gain the upper hand, We must expect a ruin'd Land.
The Morningos Salutation :
of his Flock, upon the 30th of
By Mr. BUTLER.
I only just call'd in to fhew