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<HEAD>THE KINGS DISGUISE.</HEAD>
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<L>ANd why a Tenant to this vile di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>Which who but &s;ees bla&s;phemes thee with his eyes?</L>
<L>My Twins of Light within their Pent-hou&s;e &s;hrink,</L>
<L>And hold it their Allegeance to wink.</L>
<L>Oh for a State-di&s;tinction to arraigne</L>
<L>CHARLES of High-Trea&s;on 'gain&s;t my Soveraigne.</L>
<L>What an u&s;urper to his Prince is wont,</L>
<L>Cloy&s;ter and &s;have him, He him&s;elfe hath don't.</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="2" MS="y">His muffled feature &s;peaks him a Reclu&s;e,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Ruines prove him a Religious Hou&s;e.</L>
<L>The Sun hath mov'd his beams from off his lamp,</L>
<L>And Maje&s;ty defac'd the Royall &s;tamp.</L>
<L>Is't not enough thy Dignity's in thrall,</L>
<L>But thou'lt tran&s;mute it in thy &s;hape and all?</L>
<L>As if thy Blacks were of too faint a dye</L>
<L>Without the tincture of Tautologie.</L>
<L>Flay an Egyptian from his Ca&s;&s;ock skin,</L>
<L>Spun of his Countreys darkne&s;&s;e, line't within</L>
<L>With Presbyterian budge, that drow&s;ie trance,</L>
<L>The Synods &s;able, foggy ignorance.</L>
<L>No bodily nor gho&s;tly Negro could</L>
<L>Rough-ca&s;t thy figure in a &s;adder mould:</L>
<L>This Privie-chamber of thy &s;hape would be</L>
<L>But the Clo&s;e mourner of thy Royaltie.</L>
<L>'Twill breake the circle of thy Gaolcrs &s;pell,</L>
<L>A Pearle within a rugged Oy&s;ters &s;hell.</L>
<L>Heaven, which the Min&s;ter of thy Per&s;on ownes,</L>
<L>Would fine thee for Dilapidations.</L>
<L>Like to a martyr'd Abbeys cour&s;er doome,</L>
<L>Devoutly altered to a Pigeon roome:</L>
<L>Or like the Colledge by the changeling rabble,</L>
<L><HI>Manche&s;ters</HI> Elves, reform'd into a Stable.</L>
<L>Or if there be a prophanation higher,</L>
<L>Such is the Sacriledge of thine Attire.</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="2" MS="y">By which th'art halfe depos'd, thou look'&s;t like one</L>
<L>Who&s;e lookes are under Seque&s;tration.</L>
<L>Who&s;e Renegado forme at the fir&s;t glance</L>
<L>Shews like the &s;elfe-denying Ordinance.</L>
<L>Angell of light, and darkne&s;&s;e too, I doubt,</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd within, and yet po&s;&s;e&s;s'd without.</L>
<L>Maje&s;tick twilight in the &s;tate of grace,</L>
<L>Yet with an excommunicated face.</L>
<L><HI>Charles</HI> and his Maske are of a different mint,</L>
<L>A P&s;alme of mercy in a mi&s;creant print.</L>
<L>The Sunne weares Midnight, Day is Beetle-brow'd,</L>
<L>And Lightning is in Keldar of a cloud.</L>
<L>Oh the accur&s;t Stenographie of fate!</L>
<L>The Princely Eagle &s;hrunk into a Bat.</L>
<L>What charme, what Magick vapour can it be</L>
<L>That &s;hrinks his rayes to this Apo&s;ta&s;ie?</L>
<L>It is no &s;ubtile filme of Tiffany ayre,</L>
<L>No Cob-web vizard, &s;uch as Ladyes weare,</L>
<L>When they are vayl'd on purpo&s;e to be &s;eene,</L>
<L>Doubling their lu&s;tre by their vanqui&s;ht Skreene:</L>
<L>Nor the fal&s;e &s;cabberd of a Prince<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="blotted" EXTENT="1 letter"> tough,</L>
<L>And three pil'd darkne&s;&s;e, like unto the &s;lough</L>
<L>Of an impri&s;oned flame, 'tis <HI>Faux</HI> in graine</L>
<L>Darke Lanthorne to our high Meridian.</L>
<L>Hell belcht the dampe, the <HI>Warwick</HI>-Ca&s;tle-Vote</L>
<L>Rang <HI>Britan's</HI> Curfeu, &s;o our light went out.</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="3">Thy vi&s;age is not legible, the Letters</L>
<L>Like a Lords name writ in fanta&s;tick fetters,</L>
<L>Cloathes where a Switzer might be buryed quick,</L>
<L>Sure they would fit the Body Politique.</L>
<L>Fal&s;e beard enough to fit a Stages plot,</L>
<L>For that's the ambu&s;h of their wit, God wot.</L>
<L>Nay all his properties &s;o &s;trange appeare,</L>
<L>Y'are not i'th' pre&s;ence, though the King be there.</L>
<L>A Libell is his dre&s;&s;e, a garbe uncouth,</L>
<L>Such as the <HI>Hue</HI> and <HI>Cry</HI> once purg'd at mouth.</L>
<L>Scribling A&s;&s;a&s;inate, thy lines atte&s;t</L>
<L>An eare marke due; Cubbe of the Blatant Bea&s;t,</L>
<L>Who&s;e breath before 'tis &s;yllabled for wor&s;e</L>
<L>Is Bla&s;phemy unfledg'd, a Callow cur&s;e.</L>
<L>The Laplanders when they would &s;ell a wind</L>
<L>Wafting to hell, bagge up thy phra&s;e, and binde</L>
<L>It to the Barque, which at the voyage end&punc;</L>
<L>Shifts Poope, and brings the Collick in the Fiend.</L>
<L>But I'll not dubbe thee with a glorious &s;car,</L>
<L>Nor &s;ink thy Skuller with a Man of War.</L>
<L>The black-mouth'd <HI>Si quis,</HI> and this &s;landering &s;uite,</L>
<L>Both doe alike in picture execute.</L>
<L>But &s;ince w'are all call'd Papi&s;ts, why not date,</L>
<L>Devotion to the Rags thus con&s;ecrate.</L>
<L>As Temples u&s;e to have their Porches wrought</L>
<L>With Sphynxes, creatures of an antick draught:</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="3" MS="y">And puzling Pourtraitures to &s;hew that there</L>
<L>Riddles inhabited, the like is here.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But pardon Sir, &s;ince I pre&s;ume to be</L>
<L>Clarke of this Clo&s;et to Your Maje&s;ty:</L>
<L>Methinks in this your dark my&s;terious dre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>I &s;ee the Go&s;pel coucht in Parables.</L>
<L>At my next view, my pur-blind fancy ripes,</L>
<L>And &s;hews Religion in its dusky types.</L>
<L>Such a Text Royall, &s;o ob&s;cure a &s;hade</L>
<L>Was <HI>Solomon</HI> in Proverbs all array'd.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Come all ye Brats of this expounding age,</L>
<L>To whom the Spirit is in pupill age;</L>
<L>You that damne more then ever <HI>Samp&s;on</HI> &s;lew,</L>
<L>And with his engine, the &s;ame jaw-bone too:</L>
<L>How is't he &s;capes your Inqui&s;ition free,</L>
<L>Since bound up in the Bibles Liverie?</L>
<L>Hence Cabinet-untru&s;&s;ers, Pick-locks hence,</L>
<L>You that dimne jewels with your <HI>Bri&s;tol</HI>-&s;en&s;e:</L>
<L>And Characters, like Witches, &s;o torment,</L>
<L>Till they confe&s;&s;e a guilt, though innocent.</L>
<L>Keyes for this Coffer you can never get,</L>
<L>None but S. <HI>Peter</HI>'s op's this Cabinet.</L>
<L>This Cabinet, who&s;e a&s;pect would benight</L>
<L>Critick &s;pectators with redundant Iight.</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="4" MS="y">A Prince mo&s;t &s;eene, is lea&s;t: What Scriptures call</L>
<L>The Revelation, is mo&s;t my&s;ticall.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Mount then thou Shadow Royall, and with ha&s;te</L>
<L>Advance thy Morning Star, <HI>Charles</HI>'s overca&s;t.</L>
<L>May thy &s;trange journey, contradictions twi&s;t,</L>
<L>And force faire vveather from a Scotti&s;h mi&s;t.</L>
<L>Heavens Confe&s;&s;ors are pos'd, tho&s;e Star-ey'd Sages</L>
<L>Interpret an Eclip&s;e, thus riding &s;tages.</L>
<L>Thus <HI>I&s;rael</HI>-like he travels with a cloud,</L>
<L>Both as a Conduct to him, and a &s;hroud.</L>
<L>But oh! he goes to <HI>Gibeon,</HI> and renews</L>
<L>A league with mouldy bread and clouted &s;hooes.</L>
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