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<HEAD>A PULPIT TO BE LET.</HEAD>
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<Q><HI>Woe to the idle Shepherd that leaveth his Flock,</HI></Q>
<BIBL>Zechar. XI. 17.</BIBL>
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<P>With a ju&s;t applau&s;e of tho&s;e worthy <HI>Divines</HI> that &s;tay with us.</P>
<LG>
<L><HI>BEloved;</HI> and he &s;weetly thus goes on,</L>
<L>Now, where's <HI>Beloved?</HI> why, <HI>Beloved</HI>'s gon.</L>
<L>No <HI>morning Mattens</HI> now, nor <HI>Evening &s;ong:</HI></L>
<L>Als! the Par&s;on cannot &s;tay &s;o long.</L>
<L>With <HI>Clarken-well</HI> it fares as mo&s;t in town,</L>
<L>The light-heel'd <HI>Levit</HI>'s broke, and the <HI>Spark</HI> flown;</L>
<L>Broke did I &s;ay? they ne're had quit the place,</L>
<L>Had they but &s;et up with a <HI>&s;park</HI> or grace!</L>
<L>They did the <HI>Pulpit</HI> as a Coffin greet,</L>
<L>And took the <HI>Surplice</HI> for a Winding-&s;heet.</L>
<L>Had that &s;o &s;car'd them? at the Bells &s;ad tolls,</L>
<L>They might have laid them by, and learnt of <HI>Pouls.</HI></L>
<L>But, for their parts, Who will? come in their rooms.</L>
<L>They are not <HI>mad,</HI> to <HI>live among the Tombs.</HI></L>
<L>Sec how they choo&s;e <HI>three moneths to fly</HI> the rod;</L>
<L>And dare not <HI>fall into the hands of God.</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>God of per&s;ons no re&s;pecter is.</HI></L>
<L>Then to <HI>re&s;pect</HI> them&s;elves (pray'?) is't ami&s;s?</L>
<L>They that &s;hould &s;tay, and teach us to reform,</L>
<L><HI>Gird up their loines,</HI> and <HI>run</HI> to '&s;cape the <HI>&s;torm;</HI></L>
<L>And wing'd with with fear, <HI>they flee to &s;ave their lives</HI></L>
<L>Like <HI>Lot, from Sodom,</HI> with their <HI>brats,</HI> and <HI>wives.</HI></L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">his is <HI>Tribe,</HI> that for his puni&s;hments</L>
<L><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">ar God;</HI> But <HI>keep</HI> not his <HI>Commandements.</HI></L>
<L>They dread the Plague, and dare not &s;tand it's &s;hock;</L>
<L>Let Wolves, or Lions feed the fainting Flock.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">hey made the Sheep the &s;ubject, now, men &s;ay,</L>
<L>Not &s;o much of their <HI>prayer,</HI> as their <HI>prey.</HI></L>
<L>But they are gon to have (it now appears)</L>
<L>The Country hear them with their harve&s;t-ears.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t here at home, we find Chri&s;t's &s;aying true,</L>
<L><HI>The harve&s;t great is, but the lab'rers few.</HI></L>
<L>Yet, like enough, <HI>the heat o'th' day</HI> being or'e,</L>
<L>You'l have them here again at the <HI>'leventh hour.</HI></L>
<L>Think you the&s;e men believe with holy <HI>Paul,</HI></L>
<L>For them, to be di&s;&s;olv'd, is be&s;t of all?</L>
<L>Then, their own bodies they would never mind,</L>
<L>More than the &s;ouls of tho&s;e they left behind.</L>
<L>Who now? tho&s;e <HI>&s;ons of Aaron</HI> being fled,</L>
<L>Shall <HI>Stand between the living and the dead?</HI></L>
<L>We have at home the <HI>Plague,</HI> abroad the <HI>Sword;</HI></L>
<L>And will they add the <HI>famine of the word?</HI></L>
<L>But 'tis no matter, let what will, befall,</L>
<L>A <HI>Recantations Sermon</HI> payes for all.</L>
</LG>
<P><HI>Ne &s;aeve, magne Sacerdos!</HI></P>
<LG>
<L>For you that &s;tay, I have another &s;en&s;e;</L>
<L>The&s;e I revile, but you I reverence.</L>
<L>You have &s;tood firm, and God of mercy crav'd,</L>
<L>And <HI>holding out unto the end are &s;av'd.</HI></L>
<L>You <HI>the true &s;hepherds</HI> are, that would not keep</L>
<L>Your lives a minute, would they &s;ave the Sheep.</L>
<L>Not <HI>hirelings,</HI> that away in peril &s;neak,</L>
<L>And leave <HI>the &s;tomes out of the wall to &s;peak:</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e heinous guilt is of a dye &s;o deep,</L>
<L>It makes the dead even through the marble weep.</L>
<L>You, you have &s;tood to't, as unmov'd, as Rocks,</L>
<L>And prov'd your &s;elves the only <HI>Orthodox;</HI></L>
<L>You have at Chri&s;ts command <HI>handed your lives,</HI></L>
<L>Without <HI>Excu&s;e of Oxen, Farmes, or Wives;</HI></L>
<L>To you &s;hall therefore <HI>glorious crowns be given,</HI></L>
<L>And you <HI>&s;hall &s;hine bright as the Starres in heaven.</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>life and death</HI> before you, well you choo&s;e:</L>
<L>For, <HI>who will loo&s;e, shall &s;ave, will &s;ave, shall loo&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>With reverence to the <HI>&s;acred Word,</HI> I &s;hall</L>
<L>My theam an Emblem of the <HI>Bible</HI> call:</L>
<L>For the <HI>Canonical,</HI> are tho&s;e that &s;tay,</L>
<L>They that <HI>ob&s;cure,</HI> are the <HI>Apocrypha,</HI></L>
<L>Of whom a man &s;hall make (nay even <HI>S. Iohn</HI>)</L>
<L>No <HI>Revelation,</HI> till the plague be gone.</L>
<L>Well, let them march; we have the better bread:</L>
<L>The <HI>Wheat</HI>'s the purer, now the <HI>Cheff</HI> is fled.</L>
<L>Farewell <HI>wild Grapes;</HI> for my part let'em pa&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>The Gleanings better than the Vintage was.</HI></L>
<L>And let <HI>Apo&s;tates</HI> ramble where they will.</L>
<L>The Church re&s;erves her better <HI>Angels</HI> &s;till</L>
<L>Which &s;he embraces; for, in vain &s;he cares</L>
<L>For <HI>wandring Planets,</HI> that has <HI>fixed Starres.</HI></L>
</LG>
<P><HI>Pralucendo perco.</HI></P>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for the Author, in the year 1665.</P>
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