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Ye 'ave 'fpous'd the Covenant and Cause,
By holding up your cloven paws.
Sir (quoth the Voice) 'tis true, I grant,
Which, when they 're prov'd in open court,
And that's the reafon Covenanters
their hands, like rogues at bars.
I fee (quoth Hudibras) from whence 'Thefe fcandals of the Saints commence,. That are but natural effects
Of Satan's malice, and his fects',
Thofe fpider-faints, that hang by threads
Spun out o' th' entrails of their heads.
Sir (quoth the Voice) that may as true
And properly be faid of you,
Whofe talents may compare with either,
Or both the other put together:
For all the Independents do,
Is only what you forc'd them to ;
Were th' only engines to fave fouls :
Has ne'er a Claffis, cannot fentence
To ftools, or poundage of repentance;
Tentice, and tempt, and undermine :
And therefore, where he 's best possest;
Acts most against his interest ;
Surprizes none, but those who 'ave priests.
T' your mittimus anathemas,
And never boggle to restore
You put them in the fecular powers,
You turn your excommunication,
Thought he, 'tis no mean part of civil
State-prudence to cajole the devil,
And not to handle him too rough,
When he 'as us in his cloven hoof.
'Tis true (quoth he), that intercourfe
Have us'd all means to propagate
Your mighty interests of state,
Laid out our fpiritual gifts to further
Your great defigns of rage and murther:
Right (quoth the Voice), and, as I fcorn.
The cock crows, and the morn grows on,
When 'tis decreed I must be gone;
And, if I leave you here till day,
He thought to drag him by the heels,
Came in t'affift him with its aid,
And bore him headlong into th' hall,
H' attack'd the window, ftorm'd the glass,
And in a moment gain'd the pass;
Through which he dragg'd the worsted foldier's
Fore-quarters out by th' head and shoulders,
Convey'd away, the Lord knows how.
* Ver. 1575.] Altered to the outer postern, edit. 1710.