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<HEAD>A MENE TEKEL TO FIFTH MONARCHY, WITH The Knavery of the Cloak.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>ENGLAND'S</HI> a Ship with adver&s;e weather cro&s;s'd,</L>
<L>With wind and waves, &s;chi&s;me and &s;edition to&s;s'd.</L>
<L>The <HI>Chilia&s;t,</HI> (heavens, (what a ridle's he?)</L>
<L>Would hew down Kings, to heave up <HI>Monarchie.</HI></L>
<L>He would con&s;ider all his Plots as vain,</L>
<L>Did he remember, but, by whom Kings reign;</L>
<L>Not hope with idle charmes the Moon to move:</L>
<L>Nor, for a King croak with the Froggs to <HI>Jove.</HI></L>
<L>To holy <HI>John</HI> did Heaven hid truths reveal,</L>
<L>Yet the &s;ame words to thee, tho&s;e truths conceal,</L>
<L>Which, &s;hould be preach to thee? He took in hand</L>
<L>A miracle, to make thee under&s;tand.</L>
<L>Think'&s;t thou that <HI>Je&s;us,</HI> meant he &s;uch a thing,</L>
<L>Would countenance thy trea&s;on to thy King?</L>
<L>Or need thy help; &s;hall not the &s;on of God</L>
<L>Da&s;h them in piece, with an iron Rod?</L>
<L>If he were hungry, would he ask thee bread?</L>
<L>He cannot want a Crown that made the Head:</L>
<L>Will he his Kingdome to thy care referre,</L>
<L>Who is him&s;elf <HI>the mighty Counceller?</HI></L>
<L>Do&s;t thou believe that thou can&s;t court him down</L>
<L>From a Caele&s;tial to an Earthly Crown?</L>
<L>Or that hel leave, as one in love with &s;cornes,</L>
<L>A Crown of Glory, for a Crown of Thornes.</L>
<L>Look in his Word, for he has told thee there</L>
<L>My Kingdom's not of this World; If it were?</L>
<L>Then would my Servants fight: Hence therefore yee</L>
<L>Fight not for Chri&s;t, but for your &s;elves I &s;ee</L>
<L>So have I &s;een a Cabbage fair curld head,</L>
<L>In which a loath&s;om Toad has made her bed.</L>
<L>What evil fury has the rout po&s;&s;e&s;s'd</L>
<L>That like the Spirits, they can take no re&s;t,</L>
<L>But even the places, a &s;hort Peace has dry'd,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t flow again with blood for which Chri&s;t dy'd.</L>
<L>Come, come, your actions give your words the lie,</L>
<L>Whom you pretend to crown, you crucifie.</L>
<L>Chri&s;t's &s;ervice does con&s;i&s;t in no &s;uch thing;</L>
<L>He's never true to God that's fal&s;e to's King.</L>
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<L>I now &s;hould to tho&s;e numerous Sects proceed</L>
<L>That do as Vermine crawle about the head,</L>
<L>And like a &s;hoal of Herrins, do reveal</L>
<L>A flaming mountain from their fla&s;hy zeal</L>
<L>But (fry) I wave yee, and convert mine eye</L>
<L>To that Leviathan Presbytery.</L>
<L>Not but you are though each at other railes,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Samp&s;on</HI>'s Foxes all ty'd by the tayles,</L>
<L>As if no Devil but a Covenant,</L>
<L>Could keep the Church in a &s;tate militant.</L>
<L>Do we not know (as much as in you lay)</L>
<L>You make the Lords Inheritance a prey:</L>
<L>And &s;end to all the Nations round about</L>
<L>If it be po&s;&s;ible to root us out?</L>
<L>To that infernal Bogge, (O con&s;cience tender)</L>
<L>To get the Devil for your Faiths defender.</L>
<L>That treacherous Lake of <HI>Pluto,</HI> den of Thieves,</L>
<L>That &s;ynagogue of Satan that receives</L>
<L>All &s;orts of A&s;&s;a&s;&s;ins that can but bring</L>
<L>A bla&s;phemy again&s;t the name of King.</L>
<L>That mart of Super&s;tition, that by odds</L>
<L>More &s;everal Wor&s;hips hath, then <HI>Rome</HI> had Gods.</L>
<L>Nor has, then the Religion they abu&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>Proteus</HI> more &s;hapes, or the <HI>Camelion</HI> hues,</L>
<L>That &s;ource of &s;chi&s;me, where a man may find</L>
<L>Religion bag'd up, as a Lapland wind:</L>
<L>Only they <HI>Papi&s;ts</HI> hate, but that is plain,</L>
<L>Cau&s;e the profe&s;&s;ion of the King of <HI>Spain</HI></L>
<L>Wor&s;hip to them goes all to &s;ix and &s;even;</L>
<L>Gain is their God, and th' <HI>Indies</HI> are their Heaven.</L>
<L>They fear not Hell, but rather are content;</L>
<L>For in the deep th' are in their Element.</L>
<L>I would the Gibbets now were to be &s;een,</L>
<L>That with <HI>Era&s;mus</HI> they might hang between.</L>
<L>Yet Church and State too, you are hurrying tow'rd</L>
<L>This filthy <HI>Minotaur</HI> to be devour'd.</L>
<L>Look but into your &s;elves, and tell me (Sirs)</L>
<L>Does not this &s;how yee <HI>rigid Presbyters?</HI></L>
<L>This, this too truly tells us faith is fled</L>
<L>From the <HI>long Cloak,</HI> and <HI>Love</HI> is long &s;ince dead.</L>
<L>What do yee, but in a Religious ve&s;t</L>
<L>Turn U&s;urers, and plot for <HI>Intere&s;t?</HI></L>
<L>You want a Parliament now to advance</L>
<L>Your <HI>good Old Cau&s;e,</HI> with peals of <HI>Ordinance.</HI></L>
<L>But thanks to Heaven, our wi&s;e &amp; wary City</L>
<L>Has order'd &s;ome into a clo&s;e Committee;</L>
<L>And yet, ala&s;s, they do not <HI>Newgate</HI> fear,</L>
<L>One of their tribe got a good Living there.</L>
<L>But that they &s;hould de&s;ign our ruine thus,</L>
<L>When God is vi&s;iting both them and us?</L>
<L>Is an offence that multiplies their blame,</L>
<L>And leaves them nothing, but their &s;in and &s;hame.</L>
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<Q>Tantum Religio potuit &s;uadere malorum?</Q>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed in the Year 1665.</P>
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