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What bills for breach of laws can she prefer,
Expounding which she owns herself may ert;
And, after all her winding ways are try'd,
If doubts arise, she slips herself afide,
And leaves the private conscience for the guide.
If then that conscience set th' offender free;
It bars her claim to church authority.
How can fhe censure, or what crime pretend,
But fcripture may be construed to defend ?
E'en those, whom for rebellion the transmits
To civil power, her doctrine first acquits ;
Because no disobedience can ensue,
Where no submiffion to a judge is due ;
Each judging for himself by her consent,
Whom thus absolv'd she sends to punishment,
Suppose the magistrate revenge her cause,
'Tis only for transgrefsing human laws.
How answering to its end a church is made,
is but to counsel and persuade ?
O solid rock, on which secure the stands !
Eternal house not built with mortal hands!
O sure defence against th’infernal gate,
A patent during pleasure of the state !
Thus is the Panther neither lov'd nor fear's A meer mock queen of a divided herd;
Whom soon by lawful power she might controul,
Herself a part submitted to the whole.
Then, as the moon who first receives the light
By which she makes our nether regions bright,
So might she shine, reflecting from afar
she borrow'd from a better star
Big with the beams, which from her mother flow,
And reigning o'er the rising tidcs below:
Now, mixing with a favage crowd, the goes,
And meanly flatters her invet’rate foes,
Ruld while she rules, and losing every hour
Her wretched remnants of precarious power.
One evening, while the cooler (hade she fought,
Revolving many a melancholy thought,
Alone she walk'd, and look'd around in vain,
With rueful visage, for her vanish'd train :
None of her fylvan subjects made their court;
Levées and couchées pass’d without resort.
So hardly can usurpers manage
Those, whom they first instructed to rebel,
More liberty begets desire of more ;
The hunger still increases with the store.
Without respect they brush'd along the wood
Each in his clan, and fill'd with loathsome food,
Ask'd no permission to the ncighb'ring flood.
The Panther, full of inward discontent,
Since they would go,
before them wisely went;
Supplying want of power by drinking first,
As if she gave them leave to quench their thirst.
Among the rest, the Hind, with fearful face,
Beheld from far the common watering place,
Nor durft approach ; 'till with an awful roar
The sovereign lion bad her fear no more.
Encourag’d thus she brought her younglings nigh;
Watching the motions of her patron's eye; ,
And drank a sober draught; the rest amaz’d
Stood mutely fill, and on the stranger gaz'd;
Survey'd her part by part, and sought to find
The ten-horn'd monster in the harmless Hind,
Such as the Wolf and Panther had design'd.
They thought at first they dream'd; for 'twas
With them, to question certitude of sense,
Their guide in faith: but nearer when they drew,
And had the faultless object full in view,
Lord, how they all admir'd her heavenly hue !
Some, who before her fellowship disdain’d,
Scarce, and but scarce, from in-born rage re-
Now frisk'd about her, and old kindred feign'd.
Whether for love or interest, every sect
Of all the savage nation shew'd respect.
The viceroy Panther could not awe the herd;
The more the company, the less they fear’d.
The surly Wolf with secret envy burst,
Yet could not howl; the Hind had seen him first:
But what he durft not speak, the Panther durst.
For when the herd, suffic'd, did late repair
To ferney heaths, and to their forest lare,
She made a mannerly excuse to stay,
Proffering the Hind to wait her half the
That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk
Might help her to beguile the tedious walk.
With much good-will the motion was embrac'd,
To chat a while on their adventures pass'd :
Nor had the grateful Hind so soon forgot
Her friend and fellow-sufferer in the plot.
Yet wondring how of late the grew estrang’d,
Her forehead cloudy, and her count'nance chang’d,
She thought this hour th’occasion would present
To learn her secret cause of discontent,
Which well The hop'd, might be with ease re-
dress’d, Considering her a well-bred civil beast, And more a gentlewoman than the rest.
After some common talk what rumors ran,
The lady of the spotted-muff began.
AME, said the Panther, times are mended
The toils were pitch'd, a spacious tract of
With expert huntsien was encompass’d round;
Th’inclosure narrow'd; the sagacious power
Of hounds and death drew nearer every hour.
'Tis true, the younger lion scap'd the snare,
But all your priestly calves lay struggling there;
As sacrifices on their altars laid
their careful mother wisely fled,
Not trusting destiny to save your
For whate'er promises you have apply'd
To your unfailing church, the surer side
Is four fair legs in danger to provide.
And whate'er tales of Peter's chair
Yet, saving reverence of the miracle,
The better luck was yours to scape so well.