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They maintain transubstantiation ;
You, by a contrary philofophers'-stone,
To transubstantiate metals have the skill,
And turn the kingdom's gold to ir'n and steel.
l'th' sacrament ye differ; but 'tis noted,
Bread must be flesh, wine blood, if e'er 't be voted.

They make the Pope their head; y' exalt for him,.
Primate and metropolitan, master Pym;
Nay, White, who sits i' th’infallible chair,
And most infallibly speaks nonsense there ;
Nay, Cromwell, Pury, Whistler, Sir John Wray,
He who does say, and say, and say, and say;
Nay, Lowry, who does new church-government wish,
And prophesies, like Jonas, ʼmidst the fith;
Who can such various business wilely sway,
Handling both herrings and bishops in one day :
Nay, all your preachers, women, boys, and men,
From inalter Calamy to mistress Ven,
Are perfect Popes, in their own parish, grown ;
For, to out-do the story of pope Joan,
Your women preach too, and are like to be
The whores of Babylon as much as she.

They depose kings by force : by force you 'd do it; But first use fair means to persuade them to it. They dare kill kings : and 'twixt ye here 's the strife, That you dare shoot-at kings to save their life : And what is the difference, pray, whether he fall By the Pope's Bull or your Ox general ? Three kingdoms thus ye strive to make your own, And, like the Pope, usurp a triple crown.. 5


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Such is your faith, such your religion ; Let 's view your manners now, and then I've done. Your covetousness let gasping Ireland tell, Where first the Irish lands, and next


fell The English blood, and raise rebellion here With that which should suppress and quench it there. What mighty sums have ye squeez'd out o' th’ city! Enough to make them poor, and something witty. Excise, loans, contributions, poll-monies, Bribes, plunder, and such parliament priv'leges, Are words which you ne'er learnt in holy writ, Till tho Spirit, and your Synod, mended it. Where 's all the twentieth part now, which hath been Paid you by some, to forfeit the nineteen? Where 's all the goods distrain’d, and plunders past ? For you 're grown wretched pilfering knaves at last; Descend to brass and pewter, till of late, Like Midas, all ye touch'd must needs be plate,

By what vast hopes is your ambition fed ? 'Tis writ in blood, and may be plainly read : You must have places, and the kingdom sway ; The king must be a ward to your lord Say. Your innocent Speaker to the Rolls must rise; Six thousand pound hath made him proud and wise. Kimbolton for his father's place doth call, Would be like him ;-would he were, face and all ! Isaack would always be lord-mayor ; and lo May always be, as much as he is now, For the Five members, they so richly thrive, That they would always be but Members five.

Only Pym doth his natural right enforce,
By th' mother's fide he 's Master of the horse.
Moft shall have places by these popular tricks,
The rest must be content with bishopricks.
For 'tis 'gainst superstition you 're intent;
First to root out that great church-ornament,
Money and lands : your swords, alas! are drawn
Against the Bishop, not his cap, or lawn.

O let not such lewd sacrilege begin,
Tempted by Henry's rich, successful fin!
Henry! the monster-king of all that age;
Wild in his lust, but wilder in his rage.
Expect not you his fate, though Hotham thrives
In imitating Henry's tricks for wives;
Nor fewer churches hopes, than wives, to see
Buried, and then their lands his own to be.

Ye boundless tyrants ! how do you outvy
Th’ Athenians' Thirty, Rome's Decemviry !
In rage, injustice, cruelty, as far
Above those men, as you in number are.
What mysteries of iniquity do we see !
New prisons made to defend liberty!
Our goods forc'd from us for property's fake;
And all the real nonsense which ye make!
Ship-inoney was unjustly ta’en, ye fay;
Unjustlier far, you take the ships away.
The High Commission


Ye did ! good God! what is the High Committee ?
Ye faid that gifts and bribes preferments bought :
By money and blood too they now are fought.


To the king's will, the laws men ftrove to draw ::
The subjects' will is now become the law."
'Twas fear'd a new religion would begin :
All new religions, now, are enter'd in.
The king delinquents to protect did ftrive :
What clubs, pikes, halberts, lighters, fav'd the Five !
You think th' parlment like your state of grace;
Whatever fins men do, they keep their place.
Invasions then were fear'd against the ftate ;
And Strode swore last year * would be eighty-eight:
You bring-in foreign aid to your designs,
First those great foreign forces of Divines,
With which ships from America were fraught;
Rather may stinking tobacco still be brought
From thence, I fay: next, ye the Scots invitc,,
Which you term brotherly-assistance, right;
For England you intend with them to share :
They, who, alas ! but younger brothers are,
Must have the monies for their portion ;
The houses and the lands will be your own.

thank you for the wounds which we endure,,
Whilst scratches and light pricks ye seek to cure ;,
We thank you for true real fears, at last,
Which free us from so many false ones past;
We thank


for the blood which fats our coait,,
As a just debt paid to great Strafford's ghoft;
We thank you for the ills receiv'd, and all
Which yet by your good care in time we fall;


* yiz, 1642.

We thank you, and our gratitude 's as great


you thank'd God for being beat.

As yours,


SHE that can fit three sermons in a day,
And of those three scarce bear three words away;
She that can rob her husband, to repair
A budget-priest, that noses a long prayer ;
She that with lamp-black purifies her shoes,
And with half-eyes and Bible softly goes ;
She that her pockets with lay-gospel stuffs, .
And edifies her looks with little ruffs ;
She that loves sermons as she does the rest,
Still standing stiff that longest are the best;
She that will lye, yet swear she hates a lyar,
Except it be the man that will lie by her;
She that at christenings thirfteth for, more sack,
And draws the broadest handkerchief for cake ;
She that fings psalms devoutly next the street,
And beats her maid i'th' kitchin, where none see 't;
She that will fit in shop for five hours space,
And register the sins of all that pass,
Damn at first sight, and proudly dares to say, :
That none can possibly be sav'd but they
That hang religion in a naked ear,
And judge men's hearts according to their hair;
That could afford to doubt, who wrote best sense,
Moses, or Dod on the commandements;
She that can figh, and cry

Queen Elizabeth,"
Rail at the Pope, and scratch-out " sudden death :"



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