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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>Doctor WILD's Squibs Return'd; Or, Ob&s;ervations on his Counterfeit Thanks.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HOw now my <HI>Wild?</HI> of <HI>Mode&s;ty</HI> for&s;ook?</L>
<L>Hath <HI>Liberty</HI> thy <HI>Rea&s;on Planet-&s;trook?</HI></L>
<L>Good <HI>Manners,</HI> that grown &s;car&s;e too? has thy <HI>Zeal</HI></L>
<L>Devour'd all <HI>Civility</HI> at a <HI>Meal?</HI></L>
<L>Doth <HI>none</HI> remain? is <HI>Wild</HI> turn'd <HI>Hector</HI> too?</L>
<L>Making the <HI>Stars</HI> of <HI>Heav'n</HI> and <HI>Earth</HI> to bow</L>
<L>Under thy <HI>Whipcord?</HI> or, ha&s;t thou <HI>Beadle</HI> hight?</L>
<L>To <HI>la&s;h Star-&s;tudents</HI> coming in thy &s;ight,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they are but <HI>Men,</HI> and do not <HI>know,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Kings Hearts</HI> as well as <HI>God</HI> that made them &s;o?</L>
<L>Old <HI>Merlin's Genius</HI> haunts thee, or thy <HI>Crown</HI></L>
<L>Could never be &s;o gro&s;sly <HI>over-grown</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>dull Stupidity.</HI> Is there no <HI>mean</HI></L>
<L>Between the <HI>Doubtful,</HI> and the <HI>Epicoene?</HI></L>
<L>Mu&s;t <HI>men</HI> be <HI>Fools</HI> or <HI>Witches?</HI> can't <HI>Medics</HI> know</L>
<L>Approaching <HI>Ills,</HI> but ju&s;t the <HI>hour</HI> too?</L>
<L>How <HI>Stars incline,</HI> for <HI>Mortals</HI> is enough;</L>
<L>What <HI>Fates compell,</HI> none but the <HI>Gods</HI> above</L>
<L>Can well <HI>declare;</HI> we'll not pre&s;umptuous be:</L>
<L><HI>To know in part, is Man's Felicity.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Yet, &s;hould <HI>A&s;trologers</HI> write all they know,</L>
<L>They would be then reputed <HI>Wild,</HI> as <HI>thou;</HI></L>
<L>'Tis <HI>Trea&s;on, Wild,</HI> to touch <HI>Great things</HI> too near</L>
<L>But <HI>Madmen</HI> of &s;uch <HI>Crimes</HI> &s;tand not in fear.</L>
<L>Thy croaking humor is return'd I &s;ee,</L>
<L>Behold Phanatick <HI>Thanks</HI> for <HI>Liberty!</HI></L>
<L>Sure <HI>Mercury</HI> at thy <HI>Birth</HI> was in the <HI>Ram,</HI></L>
<L>In ho&s;tile <HI>ray</HI> of <HI>Mars,</HI> and thence it came,</L>
<L>That thou did&s;t thus di&s;gorge thy <HI>troubled brea&s;t</HI></L>
<L>Which all the <HI>friendly Stars</HI> would have at re&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Some <HI>Opiate</HI> I advi&s;e thee for thy <HI>Health;</HI></L>
<L>Thy feav'ri&s;h <HI>Brain</HI> con&s;umes thy <HI>&s;pirits wealth.</HI></L>
<L>Ble&s;s thee from Madne&s;s, <HI>Wild!</HI> thy <HI>heat</HI> appears</L>
<L>So <HI>&s;trong</HI> 'gain&s;t <HI>Bi&s;hops,</HI> 'thath increa&s;t my <HI>fears.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>But hark thee, <HI>Wild!</HI> what &s;hall I <HI>fancie</HI> thee?</L>
<L>A <HI>Theologue,</HI> or <HI>Spawn</HI> of <HI>Poetry?</HI></L>
<L>If a <HI>Divine,</HI> &s;uch <HI>Gravity</HI> &s;hould appear,</L>
<L>As &s;hould be <HI>charming</HI> to each <HI>Heart, Eye, Ear;</HI></L>
<L>Such <HI>Olive Branches</HI> from thy <HI>Pen</HI> &s;hould &s;pring</L>
<L>As &s;hould beget a <HI>Love</HI> from every thing;</L>
<L>Such ble&s;&s;ed <HI>breathings</HI> from the <HI>&s;acred Quire,</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>kindle</HI> in all <HI>hearers Holy fire;</HI></L>
<L>Good <HI>Order</HI> then in <HI>Churches</HI> thou'd&s;t approve,</L>
<L>Not <HI>gibe</HI> at <HI>Bi&s;hops,</HI> but <HI>invoke</HI> their <HI>Love.</HI></L>
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<L>But ah! my <HI>Wild,</HI> no &s;uch <HI>per&s;uading Theme</HI></L>
<L>Art thou <HI>po&s;&s;e&s;t</HI> of, (&s;car&s;ely in a <HI>dream</HI>)</L>
<L>Thou'rt the Phanaticks <HI>Poet,</HI> and do&s;t <HI>rant</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>high</HI> among <HI>them,</HI> as the <HI>be&s;t</HI> can <HI>cant;</HI></L>
<L>Singing of <HI>Thou&s;and Quakers,</HI> that will <HI>fight,</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>loyally</HI> as angry <HI>Wild</HI> doth <HI>write.</HI></L>
<L>Thus utt'ring <HI>Squibs</HI> and <HI>Crackers,</HI> to provoke</L>
<L>Some <HI>trifling Sheet</HI> to <HI>match</HI> thy <HI>&s;moak</HI> with <HI>&s;moak.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>No <HI>&s;on</HI> of <HI>Saturn</HI> is my <HI>Wild</HI> I &s;ee,</L>
<L>For then in private <HI>&s;hades</HI> he'd <HI>quiet</HI> be;</L>
<L>Nor <HI>fruit</HI> of <HI>Jove,</HI> for <HI>Jove</HI> is <HI>Juvans Pater,</HI></L>
<L>And helps, by's nouri&s;hing <HI>rays,</HI> our <HI>Alma Mater;</HI></L>
<L>Protects the Rev'rend <HI>Clergie,</HI> and maintains</L>
<L><HI>Religions rights</HI> again&s;t <HI>Phanatick Brains:</HI></L>
<L>Bright <HI>Phoebus</HI> knows him not, for <HI>Princes</HI> &s;hine</L>
<L>From his <HI>fair Beams; Wild</HI>'s <HI>&s;pots</HI> endarken him.</L>
<L>The beauteous <HI>Cynthia</HI> in him claims no part,</L>
<L>She's a mere <HI>&s;tranger</HI> to the <HI>Poets Art:</HI></L>
<L>Be&s;ides, &s;he's <HI>apt to change;</HI> wou'd <HI>Wild</HI> were <HI>&s;o!</HI></L>
<L>That he from &mdash; might <HI>good Church-man</HI> grow.</L>
<L>To call him <HI>Son of Venus</HI> I not dare;</L>
<L>And <HI>Hermes,</HI> nobly placed, will not care</L>
<L>To own a <HI>Riming railer;</HI> 'tis hot <HI>Mars,</HI></L>
<L>Ill dignifi'd, begets <HI>Wild's Metre-wars:</HI></L>
<L>He &s;hould be placed too with <HI>Dragons tail,</HI></L>
<L>By th' poy&s;'nous <HI>raptures</HI> that &s;o <HI>fills</HI> his <HI>&s;ail.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Then Son of <HI>Thunder,</HI> Religious <HI>Boanerges,</HI></L>
<L>(Great <HI>Second</HI> unto <HI>Pious Doctor Burge&s;s</HI>)</L>
<L>Not <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI> but <HI>Mini&s;ter,</HI> or <HI>Poeta&s;ter!</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>halting doggrelrimes</HI> come from him fa&s;ter</L>
<L>Than <HI>Holy Sermons;</HI> cea&s;e thy <HI>Canting &s;train,</HI></L>
<L>Give <HI>ea&s;e</HI> a little to thy <HI>tired Brain;</HI></L>
<L>No more abu&s;e <HI>Grave Prelates,</HI> lea&s;t the cur&s;e</L>
<L>Of <HI>Schi&s;me, Here&s;ie,</HI> or &s;ome what wor&s;e,</L>
<L>So clo&s;ely cling unto thee, that thy <HI>Prayers</HI></L>
<L>Mi&s;&s;ing <HI>Heav'ns Ble&s;sing,</HI> &s;tand in need of <HI>theirs.</HI></L>
<L><HI>They</HI> are the <HI>Moy&s;e&s;&s;es</HI> which daily do</L>
<L><HI>Sit</HI> in the <HI>gap</HI> to <HI>&s;ave</HI> &s;uch <HI>Souls</HI> as you.</L>
<L>Is't <HI>Crime</HI> in <HI>them</HI> that you the <HI>Laws</HI> oppo&s;e,</L>
<L>And mu&s;t your ob&s;tinate <HI>&s;tomach haulk</HI> at tho&s;e?</L>
<L><HI>You</HI>'d be thought <HI>Loyal,</HI> and yet <HI>Prelates</HI> &s;ting;</L>
<L><HI>None hate the Clergie that ere lov'd the King.</HI></L>
<L>But dur&s;t <HI>VVild</HI> be as <HI>bold</HI> with <HI>Maje&s;ty,</HI></L>
<L>As with the <HI>Bi&s;hops</HI> Holy <HI>Hierarchy;</HI></L>
<L>He would as briskly <HI>vomit</HI> forth his <HI>Gall,</HI></L>
<L>(As now gain&s;t <HI>Bi&s;hops</HI>) 'gain&s;t ye <HI>Monarchs</HI> all.</L>
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<L>So <HI>VVild</HI> farewell, thy per&s;on, parts I love;</L>
<L>But mourn thy Principles no better prove.</L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>J. R. Anno Dom.</HI> 1672.</P>
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