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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>Tertullus Chri&s;tianus, Or Thanks for the Kings Indulgence, with a Rebuke of Ingratitude.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BE gone Sarca&s;tick Harpyes and your Spawns,</L>
<L>Hence ye rough <HI>Satyrs,</HI> and ye flattering <HI>Fawns</HI>:</L>
<L>Cynicks ava&s;t, who&s;e wits compo&s;ed be</L>
<L>Of Chymick drugs, Salt, Sulphur, Mercury.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t joyful Non-conformi&s;ts welcome in</L>
<L>Their year of Jubilee with cheerful din;</L>
<L>And with a Clang &s;ent from the Silver Trump</L>
<L>Blow joy to friends, and &s;trike into a dump</L>
<L>Repining Foes Come, &s;ound aloud, and clear;</L>
<L>Let no har&s;h jarring in your notes appear.</L>
<L>Conform in this : Tran&s;ports of gladne&s;s &s;hall</L>
<L>Pa&s;s for <HI>Fanatici&s;m Venial.</HI></L>
<L>Confinement to a Cage and place ob&s;cure</L>
<L>To &s;ing well now mu&s;t needs have taught you &s;ure.</L>
<L>If Memnons broken &s;tatue, by the ray</L>
<L>Of ri&s;ing Phaebus warm'd the harp could play;</L>
<L>And if Drebellus Organs, thaw'd alone</L>
<L>By the Suns heat, gave a melodious tone;</L>
<L>What? &s;hall not we, when, &s;uch a Light is &s;hewn,</L>
<L>Prove that our In&s;truments are right in tune?</L>
<L>A Light, like that which <HI>Peters</HI> Angel brought,</L>
<L>(And which the &s;ame Cele&s;tial power hath wrought)</L>
<L>Who&s;e piercing Lu&s;tre hath di&s;&s;olv'd our chains.</L>
<L>And th' Iron-gate relaxed without pains.</L>
<L>Setting us <HI>Gratis</HI> in the open &s;treet</L>
<L>O<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter"> Liberty, with clear un&s;hackled feet.</L>
<L>Look now but up, and &s;ee a brighter Scene,</L>
<L>How the <HI>Wrack rides,</HI> and Heavens are made &s;erene</L>
<L>By Royal breath; The Sun with free a&s;pect</L>
<L>Doth equal light and warmth to all project.</L>
<L>The Floods are calm'd, the &s;welling Surges cea&s;e,</L>
<L>A&s;&s;wag'd by powerful Trident; that in peace</L>
<L>The Halcyons now may build their ne&s;ts.&mdash;But oh,</L>
<L>What mean yon ominous <HI>Porpus</HI> to and fro,</L>
<L>Lifting their &s;warthy backs above the Main,</L>
<L>As if they did predict &s;ome Hurricane</L>
<L>Or dreadful Tempe&s;t? which way &s;tands the wind?</L>
<L>South Ea&s;t by Ea&s;t. That Quarter is unkind;</L>
<L>But yet me thinks the sky looks very clear,</L>
<L>Within the Compa&s;s of our Hemi&s;phear.</L>
<L>Take the Per&s;pective then, contract your eye.</L>
<L>Well, now a <HI>little cloud</HI> I do de&s;cry</L>
<L>Like a <HI>Mans hand</HI> &s;tretcht out, (here <HI>Like</HI>'s the <HI>&s;ame</HI>)</L>
<L>A great way off, towards the Mediterrane.</L>
<L>Why, this &s;ame Cloud, unle&s;s you ha&s;ten in,</L>
<L>Will all 'oreca&s;t, and wet you to the skin.</L>
<L>How skill you that? Perhaps 'twill di&s;appear</L>
<L>In time, or meetly turn to wind: how 'ere</L>
<L>We'r in good &s;afty yet, if't come no near.</L>
<L>Why? hear you not what <HI>France</HI> of late hath done?</L>
<L>How they've a Channell cut from the <HI>Garown</HI></L>
<L>To the <HI>Levant</HI>? an expeditious way,</L>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Pontifex.</HI></NOTE> VVhereby the <HI>Bridge-maker of Thymbris</HI> may</L>
<L>Convey materials to our narrow Seas,</L>
<L>And let in &s;uch Phili&s;tines as he plea&s;e</L>
<L>By &s;uch a Bridge, as <HI>Xerxes</HI> numerous hoa&s;t</L>
<L>Di&s;charg'd them&s;elves upon the <HI>Thracian</HI> coa&s;t,</L>
<L>VVell, &s;tay but till you &s;ee his Gallies float,</L>
<L>And then perhaps in a &s;mall <HI>Fi&s;hers Boat,</HI></L>
<L>Like him, he'l backward <HI>Cro&s;s</HI> the Ocean,</L>
<L>As right Succe&s;&s;or to a <HI>Fi&s;herman.</HI></L>
<L>But why &s;uch &s;trange &s;urmizes? &s;ure ye be</L>
<L>Slipt from the di&s;cipline of <HI>Agape.</HI></L>
<L>Ha's the late &s;ignal Favour merited</L>
<L>No better &s;entiments, or judgement bred?</L>
<L>The Pope mu&s;t come, becau&s;e it <HI>may be &s;o</HI>;</L>
<L>He'l thru&s;t-in's body, where he gets-in's Toe.</L>
<L>Is <HI>Charls</HI> and <HI>James,</HI> and great <HI>Eliza's</HI> name</L>
<L>Grown Cyphers then, d'ye think? away for &s;hame,</L>
<L>And keep your <HI>May-bees</HI> clo&s;s, nor let them &s;warm</L>
<L>So &s;oon; you'l find their &s;tings will do much harm,</L>
<L>And many inward &s;wellings cau&s;e, who&s;e rage</L>
<L>Honey alone, and &s;weetne&s;s will a&s;&s;wage.</L>
<L>VVould you that <HI>Shem</HI> and <HI>Japhet</HI> &s;light the <HI>Ark,</HI></L>
<L>Becau&s;e a <HI>Cham</HI> him&s;elf doth there imbark?</L>
<L>Or &s;hould the Sheep and Doves have kept away</L>
<L>Becau&s;e it harbour'd VVolves and Birds of prey?</L>
<L>VVhere Prudence rules affairs, all will do well,</L>
<L>And noxious things are kept within their Cell.</L>
<L>VVell aim'd that ancient <HI>Sage,</HI> who &s;aid or &s;ung,</L>
<L>Each thing two <HI>Handles</HI> had, a right and wrong:</L>
<L>You think perhaps by your <HI>lefthanded</HI> &s;lights</L>
<L>T'augment the number of the <HI>Benjamites</HI>;</L>
<L>But hit aright, I gue&s;s, you never will,</L>
<L>No gain their glory by your awkard skill.</L>
<L>VVhat wayward mood incites you to catch hold</L>
<L>Of the hot end, when you may take the cold?</L>
<L>Forbear in time, 'twill &s;cortch your hands, I wis;</L>
<L>Spit but on't fir&s;t, and you &s;hall find it hi&s;s.</L>
<L>This is like <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> Rod; offer to take</L>
<L>It by the head, 'twill prove a biting &s;nake;</L>
<L>Catch th'end that's tractable, 'twill &s;traight commence</L>
<L>A &s;taffe both for &s;upport, and for defence,</L>
<L>And may perhaps, if rightly us'd, no le&s;s</L>
<L>Then his in time effect &s;trange miracles</L>
<L>Do not like peevi&s;h Children then refu&s;e</L>
<L>The profferd good, which you deny'd would chu&s;e;</L>
<L>Nor &s;hew your &s;elves &s;uch idiot Ru&s;tick folk</L>
<L>To chew the wrong end of the Artichoak;</L>
<L>Nor yet &s;uch Cockneys, as your mouths to rake</L>
<L>With awnes of wheat, when you the grain may take.</L>
<L>Believe a Friend, you'l make him &s;o: and this</L>
<L>May prove the Prodrome of a greater bli&s;s.</L>
<L>Retire a while; Let tho&s;e that dread the title</L>
<L>Of <HI>New-Phanaticks,</HI> &s;hew their skill a little.</L>
<L>And furbi&s;h th ir'Artillery, to conte&s;t</L>
<L>With this new <HI>Romi&s;h,</HI> or <HI>Romantick</HI> Bea&s;t.</L>
<L>Let them with their ador'd <HI>Rati<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">cination</HI></L>
<L>Combate this Mon&s;ter of their own Creation:</L>
<L>Forbear, good Pope, and keep beyond the Sea;</L>
<L>Thou'rt kil'd already in Effigie.</L>
<L>Or if to vent their pa&s;&s;ion they but mean?</L>
<L>'Twill &s;erve in time t'evacuate their &s;pleen.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t our <HI>Tertullus,</HI> fraught with gratitude,</L>
<L>Doth with his old Preamble now conclude,</L>
<L>Since we by Thee great quietne&s;s enjoy,</L>
<L>Nor Poenall Laws for Con&s;cience us annoy,</L>
<L>But very worthy deeds Thou do&s;t di&s;pen&s;e</L>
<L>Unto this Nation, by thy providence,</L>
<L>We always do accept &s;o great Redre&s;s,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t Noble <HI>Felix,</HI> with all thankfulne&s;s.</L>
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<Q><L><HI>Deus nobis haec otia fecit.</HI></L></Q>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>W. W.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>Printed in the year 1672.</P>
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