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But twinging him by th' ears or nofe,
That made m' apply t' your crony witches
That in return would pay th' expence,
The wear and tear of confcience;
Which I could have patch'd-up, and turn`d,
Didst thou not love her then? speak true.
No more (quoth he) than I love you.
How wouldst thou 'ave us'd her and her money?
First turn'd her up to alimony,
And laid her dowry out in law,
To null her jointure with a flaw,
T' have put, on purpose, in the deed,
What made thee pick and chuse her out T'employ their forceries about?
That which makes gamefters play with those
'Tis true, I thought the trick would pafs
As 't has been often found by proof;
For Love approves of all they do
Why didst thou forge those shameful lyes Of bears and witches in disguise?
That is no more than authors give
The rabble credit to believe;
A trick of following their leaders,
To entertain their gentle readers :
And we have now no other way
Why didft thou chufe that curfed fin, Hypocrify, to fet up in?
Because it is the thriving'ft calling,
For no degrees, unless they' employ it,
A gift that is not only able
To domineer among the rabble,
But by the laws impower'd to rout
And awe the greatest that stand out;
Their hands fhould flip, and come too near;
Is taught fo tenderly against.
What made thee break thy plighted vows?
That which makes others break a house,
Quoth he, I fee you have more tricks
That we must come to school to you,
'Tis true (quoth he) we ne'er come there,
Because w' have let 'em out by th' year.
Compar'd with th' angels of us men.
Quoth he, I am refolv'd to be
Thy fcholar in this mystery;
What 's tender confcience ?-'Tis a botch
That will not bear the gentleft touch;
But, breaking out, dispatches more
Than th' epidemical'st plague-fore.
What makes y' incroach upon our trade,
And damn all others?-To be paid.
What makes rebelling against kings
A good old Caufe?-Adminifterings.
And that which was prov'd true before,
What makes the breaking of all oaths A holy duty-Food and cloaths.
What, laws and freedom, perfecution?Being out of power and contribution.
What makes a church a den of thieves?
A Dean and Chapter, and white fleeves.
And what would ferve, if those were gone, To make it orthodox ?-Our own.
As virtue 's impious, when 'tis rooted
But why the Wicked should do so,