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<HEAD>A PARALLEL BETWIXT POPERY and PHANATICISM, IN A LETTER to T. S.</HEAD>
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<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>I'M inform'd, your Royal Jurat</L>
<L>In 'lection was to be your Curate:</L>
<L>I'm likewi&s;e told y'are di&s;appointed,</L>
<L>By Mandate from the <HI>Lord's Anointed.</HI></L>
<L>Your Congregation &s;ure is Righteous</L>
<L>That's worth the care of <HI>Charles</HI> and <HI>Titus.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Titus</HI> and <HI>Charles</HI> had had more fitne&s;s,</L>
<L>For <HI>Charles</HI> is &s;econd with a Witne&s;s.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But &s;ince he fail'd, let fancy help it,</L>
<L>And we'll &s;uppo&s;e him in your Pulpit,</L>
<L>Which would have look'd, when he was got in't,</L>
<L>Like an <HI>Dat-Meal Tub,</HI> with a <HI>PLOT</HI> in't:</L>
<L>(To &s;ay who made the <HI>Plot,</HI> would rub,</L>
<L>But &s;ure &s;ome <HI>Cooper</HI> made the <HI>Tub</HI>)</L>
<L>There might you hear him talk at once Sir,</L>
<L><HI>Geneva, London, Rome,</HI> and <HI>Mun&s;ter;</HI></L>
<L>For all Religions in the Town</L>
<L>Are cloak'd in his <HI>Camelion</HI> Gown.</L>
<L>For as the Ancients us'd to &s;can</L>
<L><HI>Nine Taylors</HI> to one <HI>&s;ingle</HI> Man;</L>
<L>And others learnedly have writ,</L>
<L>That thrice <HI>three Spin&s;ters</HI> make one <HI>Wit:</HI></L>
<L>So he, though h' le&s;t them all in lurches,</L>
<L>Is Product of as many Churches.</L>
<L>Tho &s;ome affirm, when there's but Nine,</L>
<L>That neither's due to this Divine:</L>
<L>However, he's e&s;teem'd by &s;ome</L>
<L>The <HI>mighty</HI> Bulwark again&s;t <HI>Rome;</HI></L>
<L>Yet others &s;ay with cau&s;e enough,</L>
<L>His Girdle only's <HI>Cannon-Proof:</HI></L>
<L>Yet that's Defence enough for us,</L>
<L>For he's all over <HI>Blunderbus.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But Sir, &s;ince <HI>Arbitrary</HI> Power</L>
<L>Hath u&s;ele&s;s made your Gla&s;s of hour,</L>
<L>And laid <HI>Embargo</HI> upon <HI>O</HI>&mdash;</L>
<L>By luck we have retriev'd his Notes;</L>
<L>Which &s;ince he was deny'd to preach,</L>
<L>Took pet, and dwindled to a Speech.</L>
</LG>
<Q><LG>
<L>"Behold the double Saviour of your Nation,</L>
<L>"Who daily preach and &s;wear for your Salvation!</L>
<L>"Behold the wicked <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI> and <HI>Je&s;uit</HI>-taker!</L>
<L>"Behold the King's mo&s;t excellent Oath-maker,</L>
<L>"Who now comes down out of his endle&s;s Bounty,</L>
<L>"To rai&s;e new <HI>Vicegerents</HI> for your County!</L>
<L>"I have try'd all Religions once, &s;ome twice,</L>
<L>"Div'd like an <HI>Indian</HI> for the Pearl of Price;</L>
<L>"Walk'd like a Glow-worm by my <HI>Light within,</HI></L>
<L>"Have learnt to <HI>eat</HI> my God, and <HI>&s;tab</HI> my King:</L>
<L>"Only I never lov'd the <HI>Quakers</HI> bauling,</L>
<L>"For fear indeed they &s;hould have &s;poil'd my Calling.</L>
<L>"I with my &s;tay at <HI>Omers</HI> had been &s;horter,</L>
<L>"For they e'ne us'd me like a very Porter,</L>
<L>"To drink, and carry Letters; yet their &s;teering</L>
<L>"Mended my hand a little in my &s;wearing.</L>
<L>"At length in <HI>England</HI>'s Church I ca&s;t my Anchor,</L>
<L>"And there di&s;cover'd all the <HI>Je&s;uit</HI> Rancor,</L>
<L>"Ript up the <HI>Plot,</HI> prevented the King's fall,</L>
<L>"Sav'd the ingrateful <HI>Lawn-&s;leeves</HI> (Ra&s;cals all);</L>
<L>"Sprung up &s;ome dozen of <HI>Ignatius</HI> Race,</L>
<L>"Sent <HI>Stafford</HI> to his own uncertain place:</L>
<L>"And when as one man they departed hence</L>
<L>"With all the Oaths and Vows of <HI>Innocence,</HI></L>
<L>"I &s;hew'd the World their Mental Re&s;ervations,</L>
<L>"The Juggles of their Oaths and Prote&s;tations:</L>
<L>"In &s;hort, I pent men's Faith to that degree,</L>
<L>"They hardly would believe or them or me.</L>
<L>"That Church hath bin &s;o train'd with &s;en&s;e and rea&s;on,</L>
<L>"They hate implicite Faith as bad as Trea&s;on:</L>
<L>"Not that they doubt the <HI>Plot</HI> (for all their jeering,)</L>
<L>"But 'tis for better Rea&s;ons than my &s;wearing.</L>
<L>"This mads my Soul; and I &s;hall find a time</L>
<L>"To make them fall, unle&s;s they help me climb:</L>
<L>"With <HI>Oxford</HI> too I'm at no le&s;s defiance,</L>
<L>"Who dirtily refus'd me her Alliance,</L>
<L>"'Till I could prove that Swearing was a Science;</L>
<L>"Whereas the very po&s;ture of the Actor</L>
<L>"Shews 'tis no Science, but a Manufacture.</L>
<L>"There's ne're a Gown-man but my &s;elf, I tell ye,</L>
<L>"Without a Legion of Popes in's Belly:</L>
<L>"Nay, in <HI>your</HI> godly Country're &s;ome Betrayers,</L>
<L>"For there l'd like t' have been trapan'd to Prayers,</L>
<L>"As if I'd nought to do but &s;ing or &s;ay;</L>
<L>"'Twas but upon la&s;t <HI>Commination</HI> day,</L>
<L>"The &s;illy Rat had baited Hooks with Hooks,</L>
<L>"Thinking to decoy me into Pray'rs with Books.</L>
<L>"Be&s;ides, among&s;t all People but the Blades,</L>
<L>"Swearing and Cur&s;ing are two &s;everal Trades.</L>
<L>"But &s;uch an Infect in Divinity</L>
<L>"Cannot de&s;erve an angry Thought from me,</L>
<L>"Who dare to grapple the whole Hierarchy.</L>
<L>"Mind they their Trade, and canvas <HI>Paul</HI> and <HI>Luke,</HI></L>
<L>"I am above their Cen&s;ure and Rebuke,</L>
<L>"Nor do I fear their friend your Loyal Duke.</L>
<L>"One &s;ingle godly Speech of mine defi'd</L>
<L>"Your Princes Favourite, and your Country's Pride.</L>
<L>"When I came ratling with a Coach and &s;ix,</L>
<L>"King <HI>Coel</HI>'s &s;upream Burge&s;&s;es to fix,</L>
<L>"I &s;tum'd the <HI>Mobile,</HI> and chang'd their Choices,</L>
<L>"And &s;talking with their Ears obtain'd their Voices:</L>
<L>"By which he &s;ees (if Heav'n do not forbid)</L>
<L>"That I can undo all his Father did.</L>
</LG></Q>
<LG>
<L>But after all my mo&s;t indu&s;trious &s;earches,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Francis Draking,</HI> as it were the Churches,</L>
<L>I find my &s;ubtle Ma&s;ters told me true,</L>
<L>They have no toppers of a <HI>Plot</HI> like you.</L>
<L>At that, enrag'd, up &s;tarts a Loyal Youth,</L>
<L>Quoth he, <HI>Sans &s;wearing, thou ha&s;t once &s;poke truth:</HI></L>
<L>Th' Religion (if thou ha&s;t it) is profound,</L>
<L>And thou art turn'd from <HI>Rome</HI> exactly round;</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> and <HI>Geneva</HI> are a &s;ort of Twins,</L>
<L>Sworn Si&s;ters, and &s;worn Enemies to Kings:</L>
<L>And for all you look &s;o <HI>Prote&s;tantly</HI> big,</L>
<L>You're &s;till a <HI>Papi&s;t</HI> Ma&s;querade in <HI>Whig.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Phanatici&s;m</HI> is <HI>Popery</HI> improv'd.</L>
<L>Their bold <HI>Ignatius</HI> &s;trikes to your <HI>Buchanan,</HI></L>
<L>Their <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> to your <HI><HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Forty</HI> and <HI>One;</HI></L>
<L>Their <HI>Plots</HI> are bubbles to your late Intrigue,</L>
<L>Your Cov'nant hath out-kill'd their <HI>holy</HI> League.</L>
<L>A &s;trange harmonious Di&s;cord there appears,</L>
<L>Betwixt your darling <HI>Shibboleth,</HI> and theirs;</L>
<L>Touch but their Strings, and all your <HI>Octaves</HI> &s;hake,</L>
<L>And tho &s;ome ceremonious Jars you make,</L>
<L>The <HI>Tybur</HI> di&s;embogues into your <HI>Lake.</HI></L>
<L>So two fal&s;e Game&s;ters quarrel when they meet</L>
<L>A true, to blind and reinforce the Cheat.</L>
<L>Ye both agree your Monarch to betray,</L>
<L>Depo&s;e and Murder, tho a different way:</L>
<L>Both level your Church-Cen&s;ures at the Crown,</L>
<L>Ye both pur&s;ue the King; but this I'le own,</L>
<L>They pitch your Game, you fairly hunt it down.</L>
<L>So have I &s;een a Royal Stag e'rewhile</L>
<L>Fall by your Hounds that hath e&s;cap'd their toyl;</L>
<L>Nor mu&s;t your Subjects fairer Quarter hope,</L>
<L>Or from your &s;ingle or the clu&s;ter'd Pope;</L>
<L>They mu&s;t be Slaves to which &s;oe're prevails,</L>
<L>And either roa&s;t, or &s;tink to death in Gaols.</L>
<L>No Age nor Sex but mu&s;t his Cen&s;ures &s;hare;</L>
<L>They dart <HI>Anathema's,</HI> yet more &s;evere,</L>
<L>From their accumulative Porphry Chair:</L>
<L>He, mode&s;t Man, but cen&s;ures for your Faults;</L>
<L>They damn for Cloths and Ge&s;tures, yea even Thoughts;</L>
<L>And all the Choice ye have, unle&s;s ye turn,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be a Halter to avoid an Urn,</L>
<L>As if 'twere better to hang than burn.</L>
<L>Not only th' <HI>Ague,</HI> but all other Ills</L>
<L>Are cur'd by th' <HI>Je&s;uit</HI>'s Powder, and your Pills,</L>
<L>By which ye purg'd the Church, and &s;cour'd the Nation,</L>
<L>In order to a thorough Reformation.</L>
<L>Ye both a&s;&s;ert with Apo&s;tolic Buff,</L>
<L>Convince with Back-&s;word, and with Pi&s;tol-proof,</L>
<L>And ominous Sulphur make your Rea&s;ons tough:</L>
<L>Their Faith in <HI>Ab&s;olution</HI> makes them &s;in,</L>
<L>Yours in <HI>Election</HI> hath as fruit&s;ul been.</L>
<L>For where's the difference, bating the Prie&s;ts Fee,</L>
<L>That God forgives, or that he will not &s;ee;</L>
<L>Not that your Friends will Damn for &s;ix Pence le&s;s,</L>
<L>Ye &s;pend in Capons what ye &s;ave in Ca&s;h:</L>
<L>Your Ba&s;ons, Tankards, Caudle-Cups, and Spoons,</L>
<L>Turn to as good account as <HI>Duckatoons.</HI></L>
<L>The &s;ervice of their Church, and of your Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Blanches the breach of all the &s;acred Laws:</L>
<L>Ye deal with Oaths as <HI>Potters</HI> with their Clay,</L>
<L>Ye take them by the lump, and then e&s;&s;ay</L>
<L>To mould them for your turn; if that wo'nt do,</L>
<L>Ye break'm &s;trait, and fall to work with new.</L>
<L>The only two that ever &s;eem'd to &s;ham ye,</L>
<L>Were theirs of <HI>Secrecy,</HI> and your Solemn <HI>Dam-me;</HI></L>
<L>Ye abhor Repentance both, even when ye dye,</L>
<L>And your la&s;t Breath is &s;pent in Perjury:</L>
<L>For who with more A&s;toni&s;hment can look</L>
<L>On their St. <HI>Coleman,</HI> than on your St. <HI>Cook?</HI></L>
<L>The Saints are much alike for all their din,</L>
<L>For theirs for&s;wear the Fact, and yours the Sin.</L>
<L>Ye're like a bad half Crown with one fair &s;ide,</L>
<L>Who&s;e loyal Stamp doth the ba&s;e Metal hide,</L>
<L>Th' other will own the Bra&s;s, and ju&s;ti&s;ie't,</L>
<L>But by your edges ye may both be try'd.</L>
<L>Hence <HI>Tories</HI> &s;ay, whether you rule the I&s;le,</L>
<L>Or th' <HI>Je&s;uits,</HI> is only Cro&s;s and Pile;</L>
<L>But <HI>CHARLES</HI> they &s;ay hath bin too wi&s;ely bred,</L>
<L>To venture them with's Cro&s;s, or you with's Head.</L>
</LG>
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<P>Printed for <HI>E. Poole.</HI></P>
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