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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>Athei&s;ts Help at a dead Lift <HI>VIZ. <HI>The Benefit of the Clergy.</HI></HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat! Hector God and Man? Yet fear to die</L>
<L>Under the Guilt of <HI>Blood</HI> or <HI>Felony?</HI></L>
<L>If Ju&s;tice Catch <HI>Leviathan</HI> in's hook,</L>
<L>Will he implore the Benefit of's book?</L>
<L>Will Ravenous Harpies, who make prey of all,</L>
<L>(Laicks and Clerks) that in their Pounces fall,</L>
<L>(Rather than try the Strength of Hangmans &s;tring)</L>
<L>For &s;helter &s;neak under the Clergies wing?</L>
<L>Will &s;ight of Axe, will thought of <HI>Tyburn</HI> quell</L>
<L>The Athei&s;t's Courage, and breed &s;en&s;e of Hell?</L>
<L>Thus guilty <HI>Joab</HI> to th' horns of th' Altar fled;</L>
<L>Trembling <HI>Tiberius</HI> thus crept under bed</L>
<L>At every Thunder-clap; tho' in clear Skie,</L>
<L>He dur&s;t all Gods that ever were defie.</L>
<L><HI>Caius</HI> would make him&s;elf all Gods in one,</L>
<L>A&s;&s;uming <HI>Mars's</HI> Target, <HI>Venus</HI> Zone,</L>
<L><HI>Minerva's</HI> Helmet, <HI>Jove</HI> his Thunder-mace&punc;</L>
<L><HI>Neptune</HI> his Trident, limping <HI>&V;ulcans</HI> Pace;</L>
<L>Commands his Statue in this Garb to &s;tand,</L>
<L>T' affront great <HI>Judah's</HI> God in his own Land,</L>
<L>And &s;acred Temple; but for all the&s;e brags,</L>
<L>At &s;ight of Lightning his proud Courage Flags:</L>
<L>His Brazen face Etherial fla&s;hes pale:</L>
<L>Heavens painted fire, his Confidence do's quail.</L>
<L>That God and Death were nothing, that fool &s;aid</L>
<L>Than whom nee'r man was more of both afraid.</L>
<L><HI>Nero,</HI> when haunted with his Mothers Gho&s;t,</L>
<L>When found him&s;elf by Gods ju&s;t anger to&s;t,</L>
<L>Tri'd all the Charms his <HI>Athei&s;m</HI> could invent</L>
<L>To conjure up his Spirit, and prevent</L>
<L>The Entertainment of the thoughts of God;</L>
<L>Or Deaths black Page, the Sempiternal Load</L>
<L>Of guilt and pain: but the By-&s;tanders read</L>
<L>In's ga&s;tly looks, his Soul was Captive led</L>
<L>To the belief of the' angry Deity,</L>
<L>Hells Torments, and Souls Immortality.</L>
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<L><HI>The Puff-pa&s;te Athei&s;t's Soul, for all his Jetting,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Gives in, like York-&s;hire Cloth, and &s;hrinks ith' wetting.</HI></L>
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<L>There's no Religion but hath Martyrs bred;</L>
<L>In its Defence men glory to be led</L>
<L>To Goal or Gibbet. Chri&s;tians triumph in</L>
<L>Their Witne&s;&s;ings to theirs, without a skin:</L>
<L>Out-brav'd the Rack, the Fire, and thou&s;and forms</L>
<L>Of grimme&s;t vi&s;ag'd Death, the fierce&s;t Storms</L>
<L>Of all A&s;&s;ailants. <HI>This &s;ide's ro&s;ted through,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Turn th' other &s;ide to Fire (O Tyrant) now,</HI></L>
<L>Cries one. In <HI>Phalaris</HI>'s Bull another &s;ings</L>
<L>Melodious Anthems, till he Torment brings</L>
<L>To his Tormentors. But what <HI>Linx</HI> can &s;ee</L>
<L>The Devils Martyrs? <HI>Devil a Martyr's he.</HI></L>
<L>In all his Archives there's not one Mans Name,</L>
<L>Who &s;old his Life to buy his Ma&s;ter Fame.</L>
<L>Some de&s;p'rate &s;inner may, by peice-meal, rot</L>
<L>Him&s;elf into a Sacrifice to th' Pot,</L>
<L>Or <HI>Pox;</HI> or, in the heat of blood, may &s;take</L>
<L>And venture all at once for <HI>Doxies</HI> &s;ake;</L>
<L>Yet 'tis but Vent'ring; for his hope to &s;cape</L>
<L>Commits upon his Rea&s;on a &s;lie Rope,</L>
<L>And &s;purs him on to what he would not dare</L>
<L>Were he of his Deaths Certainly aware.</L>
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<L>But &s;hould the Devil tru&s;t the Athei&s;t, when,</L>
<L>To &s;ave his Neck, there's nothing el&s;e in Ken,</L>
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<L>Saving his <HI>Neck-Ver&s;e,</HI> he would then for&s;ake him,</L>
<L>And, without Cur&s;e or Oath, bid <HI>Devil take him.</HI></L>
<L>He now betakes him&s;elf unto our Creed,</L>
<L>Which he from end to end Vouch&s;afes to read,</L>
<L>At's <HI>Ordinaries</HI> bidding: and thanks God</L>
<L>For's good old Granam, who&s;e well-manag'd rod</L>
<L>Beat into's head the Penitential P&s;alms,</L>
<L>Hee'l ki&s;s the feet of Church-men in the&s;e Qualms:</L>
<L>No Saint to th' Athei&s;t now! can't &s;tand his ground,</L>
<L>When pale Deaths Terrors thus a&s;&s;ault him round:</L>
<L>The&s;e Terrors &s;o amaze and <HI>Jenkenize</HI> him,</L>
<L>A Jew, to &s;ave his life, might Circumci&s;e him.</L>
<L>Force him to look on Death, he &s;ees beyond it</L>
<L>The Certainty of things he never found yet.</L>
<L>Were Law not ham-&s;tring'd, and forc'd to lie idle,</L>
<L>'T would quickly drive the Athei&s;t to his Bible.</L>
<LG>
<L>For &s;hame, you braving Hectors, learn to dare,</L>
<L>Unforc'd, to fix your minds on things that are.</L>
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<LG>
<L>In th' Un&s;een World; or that immortal &s;park</L>
<L>Within you, which your Lu&s;ts rake up ith' dark:</L>
<L>Dare to know your whole &s;elf, and Future State,</L>
<L>In a calm Mood, before your Lives la&s;t date.</L>
<L>Dare, at a di&s;tance, look on Death's grim Face,</L>
<L>'Twill then look on you with &s;uch &s;miling grace.</L>
<L>As it approacheth nearer, that you'l ha&s;te</L>
<L>Into its Arms; and cling about its wa&s;te;</L>
<L>For fear it &s;hould depart, and not your Soul,</L>
<L>Now having &s;ipt of Heavens Nectar-bowl.</L>
<L>Pre&s;ented in Deaths hand, you'l long to be</L>
<L>Where Nectar flows to all Eternity.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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