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<HEAD><HI>Marvels Gho&s;t:</HI> Being the true Copy of a Letter &s;ent to the A. B. of C. upon his &s;uddain Sickne&s;s <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> Prince of <HI>Orange</HI> fir&s;t Arrival into <HI>London.</HI></HEAD>
<Q>The Archbi&s;hops of <HI>Canterbury</HI> have put the Kings of this Land to much Sorrow, and Trouble, for which the Kings have u&s;ed the more Care and Circum&s;pection to have &s;uch Archbi&s;hops <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> that See, as ei<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">her &s;hould &s;tand with them, or at lea&s;t &s;hould not be again&s;t them. <BIBL>Fox. <HI>Acts and Monuments,</HI> Vol. 1. p. 214.</BIBL></Q>
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<HEAD>The APOLOGY.</HEAD>
<L><HI>WHen Men of God will do the Devil's Work,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And frame New Prayers for</HI> Lewis, <HI>and the</HI> Turk.</L>
<L><HI>In drunken Clubs Religiou&s;ly Combine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To make the lo&s;t</HI> Mack-Ninny<HI>'s Right Divine:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And the whole Town with Sham Di&s;tinctions ring</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of a</HI> de jure <HI>and</HI> de facto <HI>King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And prate of Duty till they're lo&s;t the thing.</HI></L>
<L><HI>When tho&s;e who&s;e Bu&s;ine&s;s 'tis to Preach up Peace,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Labour to make our Di&s;contents increa&s;e:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Foment Divi&s;ions, and new Storms create:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Defame the King and undermine the State,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which wou'd, were they but hang'd, be fortunate.</HI></L>
<L><HI>What Indignation can be thought &s;evere?</HI></L>
<L><HI>How can a true-born Engli&s;h</HI> Mu&s;e <HI>forbear</HI></L>
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<L><HI>To la&s;h their Folly, and Correct their Vice,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And teach the People whence their Plagues ari&s;e?</HI></L>
<L><HI>How innocent and good &s;oe're they &s;eem,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Source of all our Mi&s;chiefs lies in Them.</HI></L>
<L><HI>From them, as from</HI> Pandora<HI>'s Box they fly:</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis their corrupted Breath pollutes our</HI> Northern <HI>Sky.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Therefore,</HI> my Lord, <HI>you ju&s;tly can't accu&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>This mode&s;t Sally of a backward Mu&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which had been damn'd to Silence, and forgot,</HI></L>
<L><HI>If you had not reviv'd it with your Plot.</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Twas writ to Con&s;olate your Sickne&s;s then;</HI></L>
<L><HI>If you had mended, this had ne're been &s;een.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;ince you every Day grow wor&s;e and wor&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;till Re&s;olve to be the Nation's Cur&s;e.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I al&s;o am Re&s;olv'd to let you know,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Here's one as Stubborn and as bold as you.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>The GHOST.</HEAD>
<L>HOW ju&s;t is then the Tribute of our Eyes?</L>
<L>When Vertue Langui&s;hes, and Goodne&s;s Dies,</L>
<L>When holy Prelacy from Court withdrawn,</L>
<L>Lies &s;ick at <HI>Lambeth</HI> in a Shrowd of Lawn!</L>
<L>Who fearing now Compliance with the Prince,</L>
<L>Shou'd better Men to equal Power advance,</L>
<L>With-holds his Hand, and in the very nick</L>
<L>The humorous Prelate willingly falls Sick.</L>
<L>On what &s;mall Props a Church-man's health depends!</L>
<L>Draw but one Pin and the whole Fabrick bends;</L>
<L>Touch but their Wealth, their Power, or their Place,</L>
<L>They'll Snuff, and Snort, and Cur&s;e you to your Face.</L>
<L>Has there a Mi&s;chief in the World been done,</L>
<L>E're &s;ince the odious Name of <HI>B</HI>&mdash; known,</L>
<L>In which a Clergy-man has not been One!</L>
<L>Have there been private Murders, publick Wars,</L>
<L>Dividing Schi&s;ms or Inte&s;tine Jars,</L>
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<L>Reproaches, Scandals, Goals, Fines, Bloody Laws,</L>
<L>Of which they have not been the chiefe&s;t Cau&s;e!</L>
<L>Great <HI>Con&s;tantine</HI> how ba&s;ely ha&s;t thou &s;tain'd,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Glorious Laurels that they Conque&s;ts gain'd!</L>
<L>Untainted Honour with bright Lu&s;tre &s;pread</L>
<L>It &s;elf in &s;hining circles round thy Head,</L>
<L>Which might have &s;hone till now, belov'd, rever'd,</L>
<L>In the &s;ame Tomb had B&mdash;been interr'd</L>
<L>With le&s;&s;er Villains: but nice Goodne&s;s &s;par'd</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Foes that &s;hou'd have the &s;ame ruin &s;har'd.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Sanctimonious Robbers that did more</L>
<L>Infe&s;t the Church than Heathen Prie&s;ts before:</L>
<L>They with profe&s;&s;ed Malice Blood did &s;pill:</L>
<L>The&s;e Pray, and Smile, and Flatter when they kill.</L>
<L>They did their Open Enemies annoy:</L>
<L>The&s;e ki&s;s the Friends they Murder and De&s;troy.</L>
<L>By the&s;e opre&s;t the mournful Church implor'd</L>
<L>The tardy Vengeance of thy backward Sword.</L>
<L>Had this been done, had thy Imperial Frown</L>
<L>But &s;mote tho&s;e haughty Mitred Monarchs down:</L>
<L>Myriads of Ble&s;&s;ings &s;hou'd they Reign adorn,</L>
<L>Paid by pa&s;t Ages, this, and tho&s;e unborn.</L>
<L>Tell me, ye doating Bigots who Revere</L>
<L>The&s;e Raree Shows o'th' Church and Pageants here;</L>
<L>Like Tin&s;el Mortals on a <HI>Gewgaw</HI> Stall,</L>
<L>Fram'd for meer &s;how and of no u&s;e at all.</L>
<L>Tell me in &s;ober &s;eriou&s;ne&s;s, unvext,</L>
<L>What Holine&s;s is to their Cowl annext:</L>
<L>What hidden Vertue in their Office lies,</L>
<L>Un&s;een by Men of common Sen&s;e and Eyes!</L>
<L>Did e're a Bi&s;hoprick a Man advance,</L>
<L>Above the the Re&s;t in Honour, Truth, and Sence!</L>
<L>Or did a fat Advow&s;on ever make</L>
<L>A Man preach better and more labour take?</L>
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<L>They talk'd indeed in very Loyal &s;train</L>
<L>To prai&s;e the King did God him&s;elf prophane,</L>
<L>But &s;ure we ne're &s;hall hear of that again.</L>
<L>Born to them&s;elves, them&s;elves alone they plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Steep't in the Sweets of Luxury and Ea&s;e:</L>
<L>The Land they Canton and Divide the Spoil,</L>
<L>And Drain the Moi&s;ture of our Wealthy I&s;le.</L>
<L>For Pulpit-work let tho&s;e who can do that</L>
<L>They're all too Dull, too Feeble, or too Fat.</L>
<L>Are the&s;e the Men that hope to Govern now?</L>
<L>To whom our Church and State again mu&s;t bow?</L>
<L>Have we then but the Ble&s;&s;ed Pro&s;pect &s;een</L>
<L>Of dawning Peace, with a va&s;t Gulph between?</L>
<L>Like Men Condemn'd on flattering hopes born high</L>
<L>To fall with greater Ruin from the Sky!</L>
<L>Good God forbid thy Church &s;hou'd e're be &s;way'd</L>
<L>By tho&s;e again that have thy Truth betray'd:</L>
<L>Who lately &s;uch a fatal In&s;tance gave</L>
<L>What precious care they'd of Religion have,</L>
<L>That dur&s;t adore a Fool and Tru&s;t a Knave.</L>
<L>Shou'd it be thus how wou'd our I&s;le complain,</L>
<L>And beg to have our Wandring King again?</L>
<L>Intreat the wor&s;t his incens'd Rage can do,</L>
<L>The le&s;s important Mi&s;chief of the two:</L>
<L>Which is the Cruel'&s;t Bea&s;t will then be known.</L>
<L>An Engli&s;h Prelate or a French Dragoon.</L>
<L>From hence, <HI>my Lord,</HI> you may with ea&s;e foreknow</L>
<L>What Epitaphs we &s;hall on &s;uch be&s;tow:</L>
<L>When &s;uch depart, (when will ju&s;t Heaven think fit</L>
<L>To &s;trike and do an injur'd Nation right!)</L>
<L>The mo&s;t Obdurate Mu&s;e will &s;train a Ver&s;e,</L>
<L>And Bathe with Tears, of joy, each Bi&s;hops Her&s;e.</L>
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