And though they 've tricks to caft their fins,
As easy as ferpents do their skins,
That in a while grow out again,
In peace they turn mere carnal men,
And, from the most refin'd of Saints,
As naturally grow miscreants
As barnacles turn foland geefe
In th' iflands of th' Orcades.
Their Dispensation 's but a ticket
But that which does them greatest harm,
Their fpiritual gizzards are too warm,
Which puts the overheated fots
In fever still, like other goats;
For though the Whore bends hereticks
With flames of fire, like crooked sticks,
Our Schifmatics fo vaftly differ,
Th' hotter they 're they grow the stiffer;
Still fetting-off their spiritual goods
With fierce and pertinacious feuds
For Zeal's a dreadful termagant,
That teaches Saints to tear and rant;
And Independents to profess
The doctrine of Dependences;
Turns meek, and fecret, fneaking ones,
To Rawheads fierce and Bloodybones;
And, not content with endless quarrels
Against the Wicked, and their morals,
The Gibellines, for want of Guelfs,
Divert their rage upon themfelves.
For, now the war is not between
The Brethren and the Men of Sin,
To gain one groat's-worth of applause;
For, though endur'd with refolution,
"Twill ne'er amount to perfecution.
Shall precious Saints, and fecret ones,
Break one another's outward bones,
And eat the flesh of Brethren,
Inftead of kings and mighty men ?
When fiends agree among themselves,
Shall they be found the greater elves?
When Bell 's at union with the Dragon,
And Baal-Peor friends with Dagon;
When favage bears agree with bears,
Shall fecret ones lug Saints by th' ears,
And not atone their fatal wrath,
When common danger threatens both?
Shall maftiffs, by the collars pull'd,
Engag'd with bulls, let go their hold?
And Saints, whose necks are pawn'd at stake,
And know them, both in foul and confcience,
Given up t' as reprobate a nonfenfe
As fpiritual outlaws, whom the power
Of miracle can ne'er restore.
We whom at first they set-up under
In revelation only' of plunder,
Who fince have had fo many trials
Of their incroaching self-denials,
That rook'd upon us with defign
And made us ferve as minifterial,
Like younger fons of Father Belial :
And yet, for all th' inhuman wrong
They 'ad done us and the Cause so long,
Nor hang us, like the Cavaliers ;
Nor put them to the charge of jails,
To find us pillories and carts'-tails,
Or hangman's wages, which the state
Was forc'd (before them) to be at ;
That cut, like tallies to the ftumps,
Our ears for keeping true accompts,
And burnt our veffels, like a new
Seal'd peck, or bushel, for being true;
But hand in hand, like faithful Brothers,
Held for the Cause against all others,
Difdaining equally to yield
But join'd our Gifts perpetually
Against the common enemy,
Although 'twas our and their opinion,
Each other's church was but a Rimmon: for all this Gofpel-union,
And outward shew of Church-communion,
They 'd ne'er admit us to our shares,
Of ruling church or state affairs,
Nor give us leave t' abfolve, or fentence
T'our own conditions of repentance;
But fhar'd our dividend o' the Crown
We had so painfully preach'd down,
And forc'd us, though against the grain,
T' have calls to teach it up again;
For 'twas but justice to restore
The wrongs we had receiv'd before;
And, when 'twas held forth in our way,
We 'ad been ungrateful not to pay;
Who, for the right we 've done the nation,
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