093:1,0000['  ]| <The Hind and the Panther:>
093:1,0000['  ]| <The First Part>
093:1,0001['  ]| A Milk white \Hind\, immortal and unchang'd,
093:1,0002['  ]| Fed on the lawns, and in the forest rang'd;
093:1,0003['  ]| Without unspotted, innocent within,
093:1,0004['  ]| She fear'd no danger, for she knew no sin.
093:1,0005['  ]| Yet had she oft been chas'd with horns and hounds,
093:1,0006['  ]| And \Scythian\ shafts; and many winged wounds
093:1,0007['  ]| Aim'd at Her heart; was often forc'd to fly,
093:1,0008['  ]| And doom'd to death, though fated not to dy.
093:1,0009['  ]| Not so her young, for their unequal line
093:1,0010['  ]| Was Heroe's make, half humane, half divine.
093:1,0011['  ]| Their earthly mold obnoxious was to fate,
093:1,0012['  ]| Th' immortal part assum'd immortal state.
093:1,0013['  ]| Of these a slaughtered army lay in bloud,
093:1,0014['  ]| Extended o'er the \Caledonian\ wood, 
093:1,0015['  ]| Their native walk; whose vocal bloud arose,
093:1,0016['  ]| And cry'd for pardon on their perjur'd foes;
093:1,0017['  ]| Their fate was fruitfull, and the sanguin seed
093:1,0018['  ]| Endu'd with souls, encreas'd the sacred breed.
093:1,0019['  ]| So Captive \Israel\ multiply'd in chains
093:1,0020['  ]| A numerous Exile, and enjoy'd her pains.
093:1,0021['  ]| With grief and gladness mixt, their mother view'd
093:1,0022['  ]| Her martyr'd offspring, and their race renew'd;
093:1,0023['  ]| Their corps to perish, but their kind to last,
093:1,0024['  ]| So much the deathless plant the dying fruit surpass'd.
093:1,0025['  ]| Panting and pensive now she rang'd alone,
093:1,0026['  ]| And wander'd in the kingdoms, once Her own.
093:1,0027['  ]| The common Hunt, though from their rage restrain'd
093:1,0028['  ]| By sov'reign pow'r, her company disdain'd:
093:1,0029['  ]| Grin'd as They pass'd, and with a glaring eye
093:1,0030['  ]| Gave gloomy signs of secret enmity.
093:1,0031['  ]| 'Tis true, she bounded by, and trip'd so light
093:1,0032['  ]| They had not time to take a steady sight.
093:1,0033['  ]| For truth had such a face and such a meen
093:1,0034['  ]| As to be lov'd needs onely to be seen.
093:1,0035['  ]| The bloudy \Bear\ and \Independent\ beast,
093:1,0036['  ]| Unlick'd to form, in groans her hate express'd.
093:1,0037['  ]| Among the timorous kind of \Quaking Hare\
093:1,0038['  ]| Profess'd neutrality, but would not swear.
093:1,0039['  ]| Next her the \Buffoon Ape\, as Atheists use,
093:1,0040['  ]| Mimick'd all Sects, and had his own to chuse:
093:1,0041['  ]| Still when the \Lyon\ look'd, his knees he bent,
093:1,0042['  ]| And pay'd at Church a Courtier's Complement.
093:1,0043['  ]| The bristl'd \Baptist Boar\, impure as He,
093:1,0044['  ]| (But whitn'd with the foam of sanctity)
093:1,0045['  ]| With fat pollutions fill'd the sacred place,
093:1,0046['  ]| And mountains levell'd in his furious race,
093:1,0047['  ]| So first rebellion founded was in grace.
093:1,0048['  ]| But since the mighty ravage which he made
093:1,0049['  ]| In \German\ Forests, had his guilt betrayd
093:1,0050['  ]| With broken tusks, and with a borrow'd name
093:1,0051['  ]| He shun'd the vengeance, and conceal'd the shame;
093:1,0052['  ]| So lurk'd in Sects unseen. With greater guile
093:1,0053['  ]| False \Reynard\ fed on consecrated spoil:
093:1,0054['  ]| The graceless beast by \Athanasius\ first
093:1,0055['  ]| Was chas'd from \Nice\; then by \Socinus\ nurs'd
093:1,0056['  ]| His impious race their blasphemy renew'd,
093:1,0057['  ]| And natures King through natures opticks view'd.
093:1,0058['  ]| Rever'sd they view'd him lessen'd to their eye,
093:1,0059['  ]| Nor in an Infant could a God descry:
093:1,0060['  ]| New swarming Sects to this obliquely tend,
093:1,0061['  ]| Hence they began, and here they all will end.
093:1,0062['  ]| What weight of antient witness can prevail
093:1,0063['  ]| If private reason hold the publick scale?
093:1,0064['  ]| But, gratious God, how well dost thou provide
093:1,0065['  ]| For erring judgments an unerring Guide!
093:1,0066['  ]| Thy throne is darkness in th' abyss of light,
093:1,0067['  ]| A blaze of glory that forbids the sight;
093:1,0068['  ]| O teach me to believe Thee thus conceal'd,
093:1,0069['  ]| And search no farther than thy self reveal'd;
093:1,0070['  ]| But her alone for my Directour take
093:1,0071['  ]| Whom thou hast promis'd never to forsake!
093:1,0072['  ]| My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires,
093:1,0073['  ]| My manhood, long misled by wandring fires,
093:1,0074['  ]| Follow'd false lights; and when their glimps was gone,
093:1,0075['  ]| My pride struck out new sparkles of her own.
093:1,0076['  ]| Such was I, such by nature still I am,
093:1,0077['  ]| Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame.
093:1,0078['  ]| Good life be now my task: my doubts are done,
093:1,0079['  ]| (What more could fright my faith, than Three in One?)
093:1,0080['  ]| Can I believe eternal God could lye
093:1,0081['  ]| Disguis'd in mortal mold and infancy?
093:1,0082['  ]| That the great maker of the world could dye?
093:1,0083['  ]| And after that, trust my imperfect sense
093:1,0084['  ]| Which calls in question his omnipotence?
093:1,0085['  ]| Can I my reason to my faith compell,
093:1,0086['  ]| And shall my sight, and touch, and taste rebell?
093:1,0087['  ]| Superiour faculties are set aside,
093:1,0088['  ]| Shall their subservient organs be my guide?
093:1,0089['  ]| Then let the moon usurp the rule of day,
093:1,0090['  ]| And winking tapers shew the sun his way;
093:1,0091['  ]| For what my senses can themselves perceive
093:1,0092['  ]| I need no revelation to believe.
093:1,0093['  ]| Can they who say the Host should be descry'd
093:1,0094['  ]| By sense, define a body glorify'd?
093:1,0095['  ]| Impassible, and penetrating parts?
093:1,0096['  ]| Let them declare by what mysterious arts
093:1,0097['  ]| He shot that body through th' opposing might
093:1,0098['  ]| Of bolts and barrs impervious to the light,
093:1,0099['  ]| And stood before his train confess'd in open sight,
093:1,0100['  ]| For since thus wondrously he pass'd, 'tis plain
093:1,0101['  ]| One single place two bodies did contain,
093:1,0102['  ]| And sure the same omnipotence as well
093:1,0103['  ]| Can make one body in more places dwell.
093:1,0104['  ]| Let reason then at Her own quarry fly,
093:1,0105['  ]| But how can finite grasp infinity?
093:1,0106['  ]| 'Tis urg'd again that faith did first commence
093:1,0107['  ]| By miracles, which are appeals to sense,
093:1,0108['  ]| And thence concluded that our sense must be
093:1,0109['  ]| The motive still of credibility.
093:1,0110['  ]| For latter ages must on former wait,
093:1,0111['  ]| And what began belief, must propagate.
093:1,0112['  ]| But winnow well this thought, and you shall find,
093:1,0113['  ]| 'Tis light as chaff that flies before the wind.
093:1,0114['  ]| Were all those wonders wrought by pow'r divine
093:1,0115['  ]| As means or ends of some more deep design?
093:1,0116['  ]| More sure as means, whose end was this alone,
093:1,0117['  ]| To prove the god-head of th' eternal Son.
093:1,0118['  ]| God thus asserted: man is to believe
093:1,0119['  ]| Beyond what sense and reason can conceive,
093:1,0120['  ]| And for mysterious things of faith rely
093:1,0121['  ]| On the Proponent, heav'ns authority.
093:1,0122['  ]| If then our faith we for our guide admit,
093:1,0123['  ]| Vain is the farther search of humane wit,
093:1,0124['  ]| As when the building gains a surer stay,
093:1,0125['  ]| We take th' unusefull scaffolding away:
093:1,0126['  ]| Reason by sense no more can understand,
093:1,0127['  ]| The game is play'd into another hand.
093:1,0128['  ]| Why chuse we then like \Bilanders\ to creep
093:1,0129['  ]| Along the coast, and land in view to keep,
093:1,0130['  ]| When safely we may launch into the deep?
093:1,0131['  ]| In the same vessel which our Saviour bore
093:1,0132['  ]| Himself the Pilot, let us leave the shoar,
093:1,0133['  ]| And with a better guide a better world explore.
093:1,0134['  ]| Could He his god-head veil with flesh and bloud
093:1,0135['  ]| And not veil these again to be our food?
093:1,0136['  ]| His grace in both is equal in extent,
093:1,0137['  ]| The first affords us life, the second nourishment.
093:1,0138['  ]| And if he can, why all this frantick pain
093:1,0139['  ]| To construe what his clearest words contain,
093:1,0140['  ]| And make a riddle what He made so plain?
093:1,0141['  ]| To take up half on trust, and half to try,
093:1,0142['  ]| Name it not faith, but bungling biggottry.
093:1,0143['  ]| Both knave and fool the Merchant we may call
093:1,0144['  ]| To pay great summs, and to compound the small.
093:1,0145['  ]| For who wou'd break with heav'n, and wou'd not break for all?
093:1,0146['  ]| Rest then, my soul, from endless anguish freed;
093:1,0147['  ]| Nor sciences thy guide, nor sense thy creed.
093:1,0148['  ]| Faith is the best ensurer of thy bliss;
093:1,0149['  ]| The Bank above must fail before the venture miss.
093:1,0150['  ]| But heav'n and heav'n-born faith are far from Thee
093:1,0151['  ]| Thou first Apostate to Divinity.
093:1,0152['  ]| Unkennel'd range in thy \Polonian\ Plains;
093:1,0153['  ]| A fiercer foe th' insatiate \Wolfe\ remains.
093:1,0154['  ]| Too boastfull \Britain\ please thy self no more,
093:1,0155['  ]| That beasts of prey are banish'd from thy shoar:
093:1,0156['  ]| The \Bear\, the \Boar\, and every salvage name,
093:1,0157['  ]| Wild in effect, though in appearance tame,
093:1,0158['  ]| Lay waste thy woods, destroy thy blissfull bow'r,
093:1,0159['  ]| And muzl'd though they seem, the mutes devour.
093:1,0160['  ]| More haughty than the rest the \wolfish\ race,
093:1,0161['  ]| Appear with belly Gaunt, and famish'd face:
093:1,0162['  ]| Never was so deform'd a beast of Grace.
093:1,0163['  ]| His ragged tail betwixt his leggs he wears
093:1,0164['  ]| Close clap'd for shame, but his rough crest he rears,
093:1,0165['  ]| And pricks up his predestinating ears.
093:1,0166['  ]| His wild disorder'd walk, his hagger'd eyes,
093:1,0167['  ]| Did all the bestial citizens surprize.
093:1,0168['  ]| Though fear'd and hated, yet he rul'd awhile
093:1,0169['  ]| As Captain or Companion of the spoil.
093:1,0170['  ]| Full many a year his hatefull head had been
093:1,0171['  ]| For tribute paid, nor since in \Cambria\ seen:
093:1,0172['  ]| The last of all the litter scap'd by chance,
093:1,0173['  ]| And from \Geneva\ first infested \France\.
093:1,0174['  ]| Some authours thus his pedigree will trace,
093:1,0175['  ]| But others write him of an upstart race:
093:1,0176['  ]| Because of \Wickliff's\ brood no mark he brings
093:1,0177['  ]| But his innate antipathy to kings.
093:1,0178['  ]| These last deduce him from th' \Helvetian\ kind
093:1,0179['  ]| Who near the \Leman\ lake his Consort lin'd.
093:1,0180['  ]| That fi'ry \Zuynglius\ first th' affection bred,
093:1,0181['  ]| And meagre \Calvin\ blest the nuptial bed.
093:1,0182['  ]| In \Israel\ some believe him whelp'd long since
093:1,0183['  ]| When the proud \Sanhedrim\ oppress'd the Prince.
093:1,0184['  ]| Or, since he will be \Jew\, derive him high'r
093:1,0185['  ]| When \Corah\ with his brethren did conspire,
093:1,0186['  ]| From \Moyses\ hand the sov'reign sway to wrest,
093:1,0187['  ]| And \Aaron\ of his Ephod to devest:
093:1,0188['  ]| Till opening earth made way for all to pass,
093:1,0189['  ]| And cou'd not bear the burd'n of a \class\.
093:1,0190['  ]| The \Fox\ and he came shuffl'd in the dark,
093:1,0191['  ]| If ever they were stow'd in \Noah's\ ark:
093:1,0192['  ]| Perhaps not made; for all their barking train
093:1,0193['  ]| The Dog (a common species) will contain.
093:1,0194['  ]| And some wild currs, who from their masters ran
093:1,0195['  ]| Abhorring the supremacy of man,
093:1,0196['  ]| In woods and caves the rebel-race began.
093:1,0197['  ]| O happy pair, how well have you increas'd,
093:1,0198['  ]| What ills in Church and State have you redress'd!
093:1,0199['  ]| With teeth untry'd, and rudiments of claws
093:1,0200['  ]| Your first essay was in your native laws:
093:1,0201['  ]| Those having torn with ease, and trampl'd down
093:1,0202['  ]| Your Fangs you fastn'd on the miter'd crown,
093:1,0203['  ]| And freed from God and monarchy your town.
093:1,0204['  ]| What though your native kennel still be small
093:1,0205['  ]| Bounded betwixt a puddle and a wall,
093:1,0206['  ]| Yet your victorious colonies are sent
093:1,0207['  ]| Where the north ocean girds the continent.
093:1,0208['  ]| Quickn'd with fire below your monsters breed,
093:1,0209['  ]| In Fenny \Holland\ and in fruitfull \Tweed\.
093:1,0210['  ]| And like the first the last affects to be
093:1,0211['  ]| Drawn to the dreggs of a Democracy.
093:1,0212['  ]| As where in fields the fairy rounds are seen,
093:1,0213['  ]| A rank sow'r herbage rises on the green,
093:1,0214['  ]| So, springing where these mid-night Elves advance,
093:1,0215['  ]| Rebellion prints the foot-steps of the Dance.
093:1,0216['  ]| Such are their doctrines, such contempt they show
093:1,0217['  ]| To heav'n above, and to their Prince below,
093:1,0218['  ]| As none but Traytours and Blasphemers know.
093:1,0219['  ]| God, like the Tyrant of the skyes is plac'd,
093:1,0220['  ]| And kings like slaves beneath the crowd debas'd.
093:1,0221['  ]| So fulsome is their food, that flocks refuse
093:1,0222['  ]| To bite, and onely dogs for physick use.
093:1,0223['  ]| As where the lightning runs along the ground,
093:1,0224['  ]| No husbandry can heal the blasting wound,
093:1,0225['  ]| Nor bladed grass, nor bearded corn succeeds,
093:1,0226['  ]| But scales of scurf, and putrefaction breeds:
093:1,0227['  ]| Such warrs, such waste, and such fiery tracks of dearth
093:1,0228['  ]| Their zeal has left, and such a teemless earth.
093:1,0229['  ]| But as the Poisons of the deadliest kind
093:1,0230['  ]| Are to their own unhappy coasts confin'd,
093:1,0231['  ]| As onely \Indian\ shades of sight deprive,
093:1,0232['  ]| And magick plants will but in \Colchos\ thrive,
093:1,0233['  ]| So Presbyt'ry and pestilential zeal
093:1,0234['  ]| Can onely flourish in a common-weal.
093:1,0235['  ]| From \Celtique\ woods is chas'd the \wolfish\ crew;
093:1,0236['  ]| But ah! some pity e'en to brutes is due:
093:1,0237['  ]| Their native walks, methinks, they might enjoy
093:1,0238['  ]| Curb'd of their native malice to destroy.
093:1,0239['  ]| Of all the tyrannies on humane kind
093:1,0240['  ]| The worst is that which persecutes the mind.
093:1,0241['  ]| Let us but weigh at what offence we strike,
093:1,0242['  ]| 'Tis but because we cannot think alike.
093:1,0243['  ]| In punishing of this, we overthrow
093:1,0244['  ]| The laws of nations and of nature too.
093:1,0245['  ]| Beasts are the subjects of tyrannick sway,
093:1,0246['  ]| Where still the stronger on the weaker prey.
093:1,0247['  ]| Man onely of a softer mold is made;
093:1,0248['  ]| Not for his fellows ruine, but their aid:
093:1,0249['  ]| Created kind, beneficent and free,
093:1,0250['  ]| The noble image of the Deity.
093:1,0251['  ]| One portion of informing fire was giv'n
093:1,0252['  ]| To Brutes, th' inferiour family of heav'n:
093:1,0253['  ]| The Smith divine, as with a careless beat,
093:1,0254['  ]| Struck out the mute creation at a heat:
093:1,0255['  ]| But, when arriv'd at last to humane race,
093:1,0256['  ]| The god-head took a deep consid'ring space:
093:1,0257['  ]| And, to distinguish man from all the rest,
093:1,0258['  ]| Unlock'd the sacred treasures of his breast:
093:1,0259['  ]| And mercy mix'd with reason did impart;
093:1,0260['  ]| One to his head, the other to his heart:
093:1,0261['  ]| Reason to rule, but mercy to forgive:
093:1,0262['  ]| The first is law, the last prerogative.
093:1,0263['  ]| And like his mind his outward form appear'd;
093:1,0264['  ]| When issuing naked, to the wondring herd
093:1,0265['  ]| He charm'd their eyes, & for they lov'd, they fear'd.
093:1,0266['  ]| Not arm'd with horns of arbitrary might,
093:1,0267['  ]| Or claws to seize their furry spoils in fight,
093:1,0268['  ]| Or with increase of feet t' o'ertake 'em in their flight.
093:1,0269['  ]| Of easie shape, and pliant ev'ry way;
093:1,0270['  ]| Confessing still the softness of his clay,
093:1,0271['  ]| And kind as kings upon their coronation day:
093:1,0272['  ]| With open hands, and with extended space
093:1,0273['  ]| Of arms, to satisfie a large embrace.
093:1,0274['  ]| Thus kneaded up with milk, the new made man
093:1,0275['  ]| His kingdom o'er his kindred world began:
093:1,0276['  ]| Till knowledge misapply'd, misunderstood,
093:1,0277['  ]| And pride of Empire sour'd his balmy bloud.
093:1,0278['  ]| Then, first rebelling, his own stamp he coins;
093:1,0279['  ]| The murth'rer \Cain\ was latent in his loins,
093:1,0280['  ]| And bloud began its first and loudest cry
093:1,0281['  ]| For diff'ring worship of the Deity.
093:1,0282['  ]| Thus persecution rose, and farther space
093:1,0283['  ]| Produc'd the mighty hunter of his race.
093:1,0284['  ]| Not so the blessed \Pan\ his flock encreas'd,
093:1,0285['  ]| Content to fold 'em from the famish'd beast:
093:1,0286['  ]| Mild were his laws; the Sheep and harmless Hind
093:1,0287['  ]| Were never of the persecuting kind.
093:1,0288['  ]| Such pity now the pious Pastor shows,
093:1,0289['  ]| Such mercy from the \British Lyon\ flows,
093:1,0290['  ]| That both provide protection for their foes.
093:1,0291['  ]| O happy Regions, \Italy\ and \Spain\,
093:1,0292['  ]| Which never did those monsters entertain!
093:1,0293['  ]| The \Wolfe\, the \Bear\, the \Boar\, can there advance
093:1,0294['  ]| No native claim of just inheritance.
093:1,0295['  ]| And self-preserving laws, severe in show,
093:1,0296['  ]| May guard their fences from th' invading foe.
093:1,0297['  ]| Where birth has plac'd 'em let 'em safely share
093:1,0298['  ]| The common benefit of vital air.
093:1,0299['  ]| Themselves unharmfull, let them live unharm'd;
093:1,0300['  ]| Their jaws disabl'd, and their claws disarm'd:
093:1,0301['  ]| Here, onely in nocturnal howlings bold,
093:1,0302['  ]| They dare not seize the Hind nor leap the fold.
093:1,0303['  ]| More pow'rfull, and as vigilant as they,
093:1,0304['  ]| The \Lyon\ awfully forbids the prey.
093:1,0305['  ]| Their rage repress'd, though pinch'd with famine sore,
093:1,0306['  ]| They stand aloof, and tremble at his roar;
093:1,0307['  ]| Much is their hunger, but their fear is more.
093:1,0308['  ]| These are the chief; to number o'er the rest,
093:1,0309['  ]| And stand, like \Adam\, naming ev'ry beast,
093:1,0310['  ]| Were weary work; nor will the Muse describe
093:1,0311['  ]| A slimy-born and sun-begotten Tribe:
093:1,0312['  ]| Who, far from steeples and their sacred sound,
093:1,0313['  ]| In fields their sullen conventicles found:
093:1,0314['  ]| These gross, half-animated lumps I leave;
093:1,0315['  ]| Nor can I think what thoughts they can conceive.
093:1,0316['  ]| But if they think at all, 'tis sure no high'r
093:1,0317['  ]| Than matter, put in motion, may aspire.
093:1,0318['  ]| Souls that can scarce ferment their mass of clay;
093:1,0319['  ]| So drossy, so divisible are They,
093:1,0320['  ]| As wou'd but serve pure bodies for allay:
093:1,0321['  ]| Such souls as \Shards\ produce, such beetle things
093:1,0322['  ]| As onely buz to heav'n with ev'ning wings;
093:1,0323['  ]| Strike in the dark, offending but by chance,
093:1,0324['  ]| Such are the blind-fold blows of ignorance.
093:1,0325['  ]| They know not beings, and but hate a name,
093:1,0326['  ]| To them the \Hind\ and \Panther\ are the same.
093:1,0327['  ]| The \Panther\ sure the noblest, next the \Hind\,
093:1,0328['  ]| And fairest creature of the spotted kind;
093:1,0329['  ]| Oh, could her in-born stains be wash'd away,
093:1,0330['  ]| She were too good to be a beast of Prey!
093:1,0331['  ]| How can I praise, or blame, and not offend,
093:1,0332['  ]| Or how divide the frailty from the friend?
093:1,0333['  ]| Her faults and vertues lye so mix'd, that she
093:1,0334['  ]| Nor wholly stands condemn'd, nor wholly free.
093:1,0335['  ]| Then, like her injur'd \Lyon\, let me speak,
093:1,0336['  ]| He can not bend her, and he would not break.
093:1,0337['  ]| Unkind already, and estrang'd in part,
093:1,0338['  ]| The \Wolfe\ begins to share her wandring heart.
093:1,0339['  ]| Though unpolluted yet with actual ill,
093:1,0340['  ]| She half commits, who sins but in Her will.
093:1,0341['  ]| If, as our dreaming \Platonists\ report,
093:1,0342['  ]| There could be spirits of a middle sort,
093:1,0343['  ]| Too black for heav'n, and yet too white for hell,
093:1,0344['  ]| Who just dropt half way down, nor lower fell;
093:1,0345['  ]| So pois'd, so gently she descends from high,
093:1,0346['  ]| It seems a soft dismission from the sky.
093:1,0347['  ]| Her house not ancient, whatsoe'er pretence
093:1,0348['  ]| Her clergy Heraulds make in her defence:
093:1,0349['  ]| A second century not half-way run
093:1,0350['  ]| Since the new honours of her bloud begun.
093:1,0351['  ]| A \Lyon\ old, obscene, and furious made
093:1,0352['  ]| By lust, compress'd her mother in a shade;
093:1,0353['  ]| Then, by a left-hand marr'age weds the Dame,
093:1,0354['  ]| Cov'ring adult'ry with a specious name:
093:1,0355['  ]| So schism begot; and sacrilege and she,
093:1,0356['  ]| A well-match'd pair, got graceless heresie.
093:1,0357['  ]| God's and kings rebels have the same good caus,
093:1,0358['  ]| To trample down divine and humane laws:
093:1,0359['  ]| Both wou'd be call'd Reformers, and their hate,
093:1,0360['  ]| Alike destructive both to church and state:
093:1,0361['  ]| The fruit proclaims the plant; a lawless Prince
093:1,0362['  ]| By luxury reform'd incontinence,
093:1,0363['  ]| By ruins, charity; by riots, abstinence.
093:1,0364['  ]| Confessions, fasts and penance set aside;
093:1,0365['  ]| Oh with what ease we follow such a guide!
093:1,0366['  ]| Where souls are starv'd, and senses gratify'd.
093:1,0367['  ]| Where marr'age pleasures, midnight pray'r supply,
093:1,0368['  ]| And mattin bells (a melancholy cry)
093:1,0369['  ]| Are tun'd to merrier notes, \encrease\ and \multiply\.
093:1,0370['  ]| Religion shows a Rosie colour'd face;
093:1,0371['  ]| Not hatter'd out with drudging works of grace;
093:1,0372['  ]| A down-hill Reformation rolls apace.
093:1,0373['  ]| What flesh and bloud wou'd croud the narrow gate,
093:1,0374['  ]| Or, till they waste their pamper'd paunches, wait?
093:1,0375['  ]| All wou'd be happy at the cheapest rate.
093:1,0376['  ]| Though our lean faith these rigid laws has giv'n,
093:1,0377['  ]| The full fed \Musulman\ goes fat to heav'n;
093:1,0378['  ]| For his \Arabian\ Prophet with delights
093:1,0379['  ]| Of sense, allur'd his eastern Proselytes.
093:1,0380['  ]| The jolly \Luther\ reading him, began
093:1,0381['  ]| T' interpret Scriptures by his \Alcoran\;
093:1,0382['  ]| To grub the thorns beneath our tender feet,
093:1,0383['  ]| And make the paths of \Paradise\ more sweet:
093:1,0384['  ]| Bethought him of a wife e'r half way gone,
093:1,0385['  ]| (For 'twas uneasy travailing alone;)
093:1,0386['  ]| And in this masquerade of mirth and love,
093:1,0387['  ]| Mistook the bliss of heav'n for \Bacchanals\ above.
093:1,0388['  ]| Sure he presum'd of praise, who came to stock
093:1,0389['  ]| Th' etherial pastures with so fair a flock,
093:1,0390['  ]| Burnish'd, and bat'ning on their food, to show
093:1,0391['  ]| The diligence of carefull herds below.
093:1,0392['  ]| Our \Panther\ though like these she chang'd her head,
093:1,0393['  ]| Yet, as the mistress of a monarch's bed,
093:1,0394['  ]| Her front erect with majesty she bore,
093:1,0395['  ]| The Crozier weilded, and the Miter wore.
093:1,0396['  ]| Her upper part of decent discipline
093:1,0397['  ]| Shew'd affectation of an ancient line:
093:1,0398['  ]| And fathers, councils, church and churches head,
093:1,0399['  ]| Were on her reverend \Phylacteries\ read.
093:1,0400['  ]| But what disgrac'd and disavow'd the rest,
093:1,0401['  ]| Was \Calvin's\ brand, that stigmatiz'd the beast.
093:1,0402['  ]| Thus, like a creature of a double kind,
093:1,0403['  ]| In her own labyrinth she lives confin'd.
093:1,0404['  ]| To foreign lands no sound of Her is come,
093:1,0405['  ]| Humbly content to be despis'd at home.
093:1,0406['  ]| Such is her faith, whre good cannot be had,
093:1,0407['  ]| At last she leaves the refuse of the bad,
093:1,0408['  ]| Nice in her choice of ill, though not of best,
093:1,0409['  ]| And last deform'd, because reform'd the least.
093:1,0410['  ]| In doubtfull points betwixt her diff'ring friends,
093:1,0411['  ]| Where one for substance, one for sign contends,
093:1,0412['  ]| Their contradicting terms she strives to join,
093:1,0413['  ]| Sign shall be substance, substance shall be sign.
093:1,0414['  ]| A real presence all her sons allow,
093:1,0415['  ]| And yet 'tis flat Idolatry to bow,
093:1,0416['  ]| Because the god-head's there they know not how.
093:1,0417['  ]| Her Novices are taught that bread and wine
093:1,0418['  ]| Are but the visible and outward sign
093:1,0419['  ]| Receiv'd by those who in communion join.
093:1,0420['  ]| But th'inward grace, or the thing signify'd,
093:1,0421['  ]| His bloud and body, who to save us dy'd;
093:1,0422['  ]| The faithfull this thing signify'd receive.
093:1,0423['  ]| What is 't those faithfull then partake or leave?
093:1,0424['  ]| For what is signify'd and understood,
093:1,0425['  ]| Is, by her own confession, flesh and blood.
093:1,0426['  ]| Then, by the same acknowledgement, we know
093:1,0427['  ]| They take the sign, and take the substance too.
093:1,0428['  ]| The lit'ral sense is hard to flesh and blood,
093:1,0429['  ]| But nonsense never can be understood.
093:1,0430['  ]| Her wild belief on ev'ry wave is tost,
093:1,0431['  ]| But sure no church can better morals boast.
093:1,0432['  ]| True to her king her principles are found;
093:1,0433['  ]| Oh that her practice were but half so sound!
093:1,0434['  ]| Stedfast in various turns of state she stood,
093:1,0435['  ]| And seal'd her vow'd affection with her bloud;
093:1,0436['  ]| Nor will I meanly tax her constancy,
093:1,0437['  ]| That int'rest or obligement made the tye,
093:1,0438['  ]| (Bound to the fate of murdr'd Monarchy:)
093:1,0439['  ]| (Before the sounding Ax so falls the Vine,
093:1,0440['  ]| Whose tender branches round the Poplar twine.)
093:1,0441['  ]| She chose her ruin, and resign'd her life,
093:1,0442['  ]| In death undaunted as an \Indian\ wife;
093:1,0443['  ]| A rare example: but some souls we see
093:1,0444['  ]| Grow hard, and stiffen with adversity:
093:1,0445['  ]| Yet these by fortunes favours are undone,
093:1,0446['  ]| Resolv'd into a baser form they run,
093:1,0447['  ]| And bore the wind, but cannot bear the sun.
093:1,0448['  ]| Let this be natures frailty or her fate,
093:1,0449['  ]| Or \Isgrim's\ counsel, her new chosen mate;
093:1,0450['  ]| Still she's the fairest of the fallen crew,
093:1,0451['  ]| No mother more indulgent but the true.
093:1,0452['  ]| Fierce to her foes, yet fears her force to try,
093:1,0453['  ]| Because she wants innate auctority;
093:1,0454['  ]| For how can she constrain them to obey
093:1,0455['  ]| Who has herself cast off the lawfull sway?
093:1,0456['  ]| Rebellion equals all, and those who toil
093:1,0457['  ]| In common theft, will share the common spoil.
093:1,0458['  ]| Let her produce the title and the right
093:1,0459['  ]| Against her old superiours first to fight;
093:1,0460['  ]| If she reform by Text, ev'n that's as plain
093:1,0461['  ]| For her own Rebels to reform again.
093:1,0462['  ]| As long as words a diff'rent sense will bear,
093:1,0463['  ]| And each may be his own Interpreter,
093:1,0464['  ]| Our ai'ry faith will no foundation find:
093:1,0465['  ]| The word's a weathercock for ev'ry wind:
093:1,0466['  ]| The \Bear\, the \Fox\, the \Wolfe\, by turns prevail,
093:1,0467['  ]| The most in pow'r supplies the present gale.
093:1,0468['  ]| The wretched \Panther\ crys aloud for aid
093:1,0469['  ]| To church and councils, whom she first betray'd;
093:1,0470['  ]| No help from Fathers or traditions train,
093:1,0471['  ]| Those ancient guides she taught us to disdain.
093:1,0472['  ]| And by that scripture which she once abus'd
093:1,0473['  ]| To Reformation, stands her self accus'd.
093:1,0474['  ]| What bills for breath of laws can she prefer,
093:1,0475['  ]| Expounding which she owns herself may err?
093:1,0476['  ]| And, after all her winding ways are try'd,
093:1,0477['  ]| If doubts arise she slips herself aside,
093:1,0478['  ]| And leaves the private conscience for the guide.
093:1,0479['  ]| If then that conscience set th' offender free,
093:1,0480['  ]| It barrs her claim to church auctority.
093:1,0481['  ]| How can she censure, or what crime pretend,
093:1,0482['  ]| But Scripture may be constru'd to defend?
093:1,0483['  ]| Ev'n those whom for rebellion she transmits
093:1,0484['  ]| To civil pow'r, her doctrine first acquits;
093:1,0485['  ]| Because no disobedience can ensue,
093:1,0486['  ]| Where no submission to a Judge is due,
093:1,0487['  ]| Each judging for himself, by her consent,
093:1,0488['  ]| Whom thus absolv'd she sends to punishment.
093:1,0489['  ]| Suppose the Magistrate revenge her cause,
093:1,0490['  ]| 'Tis onely for transgressing humane laws.
093:1,0491['  ]| How answ'ring to its end a church is made,
093:1,0492['  ]| Whose pow'r is but to counsell and persuade?
093:1,0493['  ]| O solid rock, on which secure she stands!
093:1,0494['  ]| Eternal house, not built with mortal hands!
093:1,0495['  ]| O sure defence against th' infernal gate,
093:1,0496['  ]| A patent during pleasure of the state!
093:1,0497['  ]| Thus is the \Panther\ neither lov'd nor fear'd,
093:1,0498['  ]| A meer mock Queen of a divided Herd;
093:1,0499['  ]| Whom soon by lawfull pow'r she might controll.
093:1,0500['  ]| Her self a part submitted to the whole.
093:1,0501['  ]| Then, as the Moon who first receives the light
093:1,0502['  ]| By which she makes our nether regions bright,
093:1,0503['  ]| So might she shine, reflecting from afar
093:1,0504['  ]| The rays she borrow'd from a better star:
093:1,0505['  ]| Big with the beams which from her mother flow
093:1,0506['  ]| And reigning o'er the rising tides below:
093:1,0507['  ]| Now, mixing with a salvage croud, she goes
093:1,0508['  ]| And meanly flatters her invet'rate foes.
093:1,0509['  ]| Rul'd while she rules, and losing ev'ry hour
093:1,0510['  ]| Her wretched remnants of precarious pow'r.
093:1,0511['  ]| One evening while the cooler shade she sought,
093:1,0512['  ]| Revolving many a melancholy thought,
093:1,0513['  ]| Alone she walk'd, and look'd around in vain,
093:1,0514['  ]| With rufull visage for her vanish'd train:
093:1,0515['  ]| None of hr sylvan subjects made their court;
093:1,0516['  ]| Leve=es and couche=es pass'd without resort.
093:1,0517['  ]| So hardly can Usurpers manage well
093:1,0518['  ]| Those, whom they first instructed to rebell:
093:1,0519['  ]| More liberty begets desire of more,
093:1,0520['  ]| The hunger still encreases with the store.
093:1,0521['  ]| Without respect they brush'd along the wood
093:1,0522['  ]| Each in his clan, and fill'd with loathsome food
093:1,0523['  ]| Ask'd no permission to the neighb'ring flood.
093:1,0524['  ]| The \Panther\ full of inward discontent
093:1,0525['  ]| Since they wou'd goe, before 'em wisely went:
093:1,0526['  ]| Supplying want of pow'r by drinking first,
093:1,0527['  ]| As if she gave 'em leave to quench their thirst.
093:1,0528['  ]| Among the rest, the \Hind\, with fearfull face
093:1,0529['  ]| Beheld from far the common wat'ring place,
093:1,0530['  ]| Nor durst approach; till with an awfull roar
093:1,0531['  ]| The sovereign \Lyon\ bad her fear no more.
093:1,0532['  ]| Encourag'd thus she brought her younglings nigh,
093:1,0533['  ]| Watching the motions of her Patron's eye,
093:1,0534['  ]| And drank a sober draught; the rest amaz'd
093:1,0535['  ]| Stood mutely still, and on the stranger gaz'd:
093:1,0536['  ]| Survey'd her part by part, and sought to find
093:1,0537['  ]| The ten-horn'd monster in the harmless \Hind\,
093:1,0538['  ]| Such as the \Wolfe\ and \Panther\ had design'd.
093:1,0539['  ]| They thought at first they dream'd, for 'twas offence
093:1,0540['  ]| With them, to qeustion certitude of sense,
093:1,0541['  ]| Their guide in faith; but nearer when they drew,
093:1,0542['  ]| And had the faultless object full in view,
093:1,0543['  ]| Lord, how they all admir'd her heav'nly hiew!
093:1,0544['  ]| Some, who before her fellowship disdain'd,
093:1,0545['  ]| Scarce, and but scarce, from in-born rage restrain'd,
093:1,0546['  ]| Now frisk'd about her, and old kindred feign'd.
093:1,0547['  ]| Whether for love or int'rest, ev'ry sect
093:1,0548['  ]| Of all the salvage nation shew'd respect:
093:1,0549['  ]| The Vice-roy \Panther\ could not awe the herd,
093:1,0550['  ]| The more the company the less they fear'd.
093:1,0551['  ]| The surly \Wolfe\ with secret envy burst,
093:1,0552['  ]| Yet cou'd not howl, the \Hind\ had seen him first:
093:1,0553['  ]| But what he durst not speak, the \Panther\ durst.
093:1,0554['  ]| For when the herd suffis'd did late repair
093:1,0555['  ]| To ferny heaths, and to their forest lare,
093:1,0556['  ]| She made a mannerly excuse to stay,
093:1,0557['  ]| Proff'ring the \Hind\ to wait her half the way:
093:1,0558['  ]| That since the Sky was clear, an hour of talk,
093:1,0559['  ]| Might help her to beguile the tedious walk.
093:1,0560['  ]| With much good-will the motion was embrac'd,
093:1,0561['  ]| To chat awhile on their adventures pass'd:
093:1,0562['  ]| Nor had the gratefull \Hind\ so soon forgot
093:1,0563['  ]| Her friend and fellow-suff'rer in the plot.
093:1,0564['  ]| Yet wondring how of late she grew estrang'd,
093:1,0565['  ]| Her forehead cloudy, and her count'nance chang'd,
093:1,0566['  ]| She thought this hour th' occasion would present
093:1,0567['  ]| To learn her secret cause of discontent,
093:1,0568['  ]| Which, well she hop'd, might be with ease redress'd,
093:1,0569['  ]| Consid'ring Her a well-bred civil beast,
093:1,0570['  ]| And more a Gentlewoman than the rest.
093:1,0571['  ]| After some common talk what rumours ran,
093:1,0572['  ]| The Lady of the spotted-muff began.
093:2,0000['  ]| <\The Hind and the Panther:\>
093:2,0000['  ]| <\The Second Part\>
093:2,0001['  ]| DAME, said the \panther\, times are mended well
093:2,0002['  ]| Since late among the \Philistines\ you fell,
093:2,0003['  ]| The toils were pitch'd, a spacious tract of ground
093:2,0004['  ]| With expert hunts-men was encompass'd round;
093:2,0005['  ]| Th'Enclosure narrow'd; the sagacious pow'r
093:2,0006['  ]| Of hounds and death, drew nearer ev'ry hour.
093:2,0007['  ]| 'Tis true, the younger \Lyon\ scap'd the snare,
093:2,0008['  ]| But all your priestly calves lay strugling there;
093:2,0009['  ]| As sacrifics on their Altars laid;
093:2,0010['  ]| While you their carefull mother wisely fled
093:2,0011['  ]| Not trusting destiny to save your head.
093:2,0012['  ]| For, what e'er promises you have apply'd
093:2,0013['  ]| To your unfailing church, the surer side
093:2,0014['  ]| Is four fair leggs in danger to provide.
093:2,0015['  ]| And what e'er tales of \Peter's\ chair you tell,
093:2,0016['  ]| Yet, saving reverence of the miracle,
093:2,0017['  ]| The better luck was yours to 'scape so well.
093:2,0018['  ]| As I remember, said the sober \Hind\,
093:2,0019['  ]| Those toils were for your own dear self design'd,
093:2,0020['  ]| As well as me; and, with the self same throw,
093:2,0021['  ]| To catch the quarry, and the vermin too,
093:2,0022['  ]| (Forgive the sland'rous tongues that call'd you so.)
093:2,0023['  ]| How e'er you take it now, the common cry
093:2,0024['  ]| Then ran you down for your rank loyalty;
093:2,0025['  ]| Besides, in Popery they thought you nurst,
093:2,0026['  ]| (As evil tongues will ever speak the worst,)
093:2,0027['  ]| Because some forms, and ceremonies some
093:2,0028['  ]| You kept, and stood in the main question dumb.
093:2,0029['  ]| Dumb you were born indeed, but thinking long
093:2,0030['  ]| The \Test\ it seems at last has loos'd your tongue.
093:2,0031['  ]| And, to explain what your forefathers meant,
093:2,0032['  ]| By real presence in the sacrament,
093:2,0033['  ]| (After long fencing push'd, against a wall,)
093:2,0034['  ]| Your \salvo\ comes, that he's not there at all:
093:2,0035['  ]| There chang'd your faith, and what may change may fall.
093:2,0036['  ]| Who can believe what varies every day,
093:2,0037['  ]| Nor ever was, nor will be at a stay?
093:2,0038['  ]| Tortures may force the tongue untruths to tell,
093:2,0039['  ]| And I ne'er own'd my self infallible,
093:2,0040['  ]| Reply'd the \Panther\; grant such Presence were,
093:2,0041['  ]| Yet in your sense I never own'd it there.
093:2,0042['  ]| A real \vertue\ we by faith receive,
093:2,0043['  ]| And that we in the sacrament believe.
093:2,0044['  ]| Then said the \Hind\, as you the matter state
093:2,0045['  ]| Not onely \Jesuits\ can equivocate;
093:2,0046['  ]| For \real\, as you now the word expound,
093:2,0047['  ]| From solid substance dwindles to a sound.
093:2,0048['  ]| Methinks as \A*Esop's\ fable you repeat,
093:2,0049['  ]| You know who took the shadow for the meat:
093:2,0050['  ]| Your churches substance thus you change at will,
093:2,0051['  ]| And yet retain your former figure still.
093:2,0052['  ]| I freely grant you spoke to save your life,
093:2,0053['  ]| For then you lay beneath the butcher's knife.
093:2,0054['  ]| Long time you fought, redoubl'd batt'ry bore,
093:2,0055['  ]| But, after all, against your self you swore;
093:2,0056['  ]| Your former self, for ev'ry hour your form
093:2,0057['  ]| Is chop'd and chang'd, like winds before a storm.
093:2,0058['  ]| Thus fear and int'rest will prevail with some,
093:2,0059['  ]| For all have not the gift of martyrdome.
093:2,0060['  ]| The \Panther\ grin'd at this, and thus reply'd;
093:2,0061['  ]| That men may err was never yet deny'd.
093:2,0062['  ]| But, if that common principle be true,
093:2,0063['  ]| The Cannon, Dame, is level'd full at you.
093:2,0064['  ]| But, shunning long disputes, I fain wou'd see
093:2,0065['  ]| That wond'rous wight \Infallibility\.
093:2,0066['  ]| Is he from heav'n this mighty champion come,
093:2,0067['  ]| Or lodg'd below in subterranean \Rome\?
093:2,0068['  ]| First, seat him somewhere, and derive his race,
093:2,0069['  ]| Or else conclude that nothing has no place.
093:2,0070['  ]| Suppose (though I disown it) said the \Hind\,
093:2,0071['  ]| The certain mansion were not yet assign'd,
093:2,0072['  ]| The doubtfull residence no proof can bring
093:2,0073['  ]| Against the plain existence of the thing.
093:2,0074['  ]| Because \Philosophers\ may disagree,
093:2,0075['  ]| If sight b' emission or reception be,
093:2,0076['  ]| Shall it be thence inferr'd, I do not see?
093:2,0077['  ]| But you require an answer positive,
093:2,0078['  ]| Which yet, when I demand, you dare not give,
093:2,0079['  ]| For fallacies in Universals live.
093:2,0080['  ]| I then affirm that this unfailing guide
093:2,0081['  ]| In Pope and gen'ral councils must reside;
093:2,0082['  ]| Both lawfull, both combin'd, what one decrees
093:2,0083['  ]| By numerous votes, the other ratifies:
093:2,0084['  ]| On this undoubted sense the church relies.
093:2,0085['  ]| 'Tis true, some Doctours in a scantier space,
093:2,0086['  ]| I mean in each apart contract the place.
093:2,0087['  ]| Some, who to greater length extend the line,
093:2,0088['  ]| The churches after acceptation join.
093:2,0089['  ]| This last circumference appears too wide,
093:2,0090['  ]| The church diffus'd is by the council ty'd;
093:2,0091['  ]| As members by their representatives
093:2,0092['  ]| Oblig'd to laws which Prince and Senate gives:
093:2,0093['  ]| Thus some contract, and some enlarge the space;
093:2,0094['  ]| In Pope and council who denies the place,
093:2,0095['  ]| Assisted from above with God's unfailing grace?
093:2,0096['  ]| Those Canons all the needfull points contain;
093:2,0097['  ]| Their sense so obvious, and their words so plain,
093:2,0098['  ]| That no disputes about the doubtfull Text
093:2,0099['  ]| Have, hitherto, the lab'ring world perplex'd:
093:2,0100['  ]| If any shou'd in after times appear,
093:2,0101['  ]| New Councils must be call'd, to make the meaning clear
093:2,0102['  ]| Because in them the pow'r supreme resides;
093:2,0103['  ]| And all the promises are to the guides.
093:2,0104['  ]| This may be taught with sound and safe defence:
093:2,0105['  ]| But mark how sandy is your own pretence,
093:2,0106['  ]| Who setting Councils, Pope, and Church aside,
093:2,0107['  ]| Are ev'ry man his own presuming guide.
093:2,0108['  ]| The sacred books, you say, are full and plain,
093:2,0109['  ]| And ev'ry needfull point of truth contain:
093:2,0110['  ]| All who can read, Interpreters may be:
093:2,0111['  ]| Thus though your sev'ral churches disagree,
093:2,0112['  ]| Yet ev'ry Saint has to himself alone
093:2,0113['  ]| The secret of this Philosophick stone.
093:2,0114['  ]| These principles your jarring sects unite,
093:2,0115['  ]| When diff'ring Doctours and disciples fight;
093:2,0116['  ]| Though \Luther\,Zuinglius\,Calvin\, holy chiefs
093:2,0117['  ]| Have made a battel Royal of beliefs;
093:2,0118['  ]| Or like wild horses sev'ral ways have whirl'd
093:2,0119['  ]| The tortur'd Text about the Christian World;
093:2,0120['  ]| Each \Jehu\ lashing on with furious force,
093:2,0121['  ]| That \Turk\ or \Jew\ cou'd not have us'd it worse.
093:2,0122['  ]| No matter what dissention leaders make
093:2,0123['  ]| Where ev'ry private man may save a stake,
093:2,0124['  ]| Rul'd by the Scripture and his own advice
093:2,0125['  ]| Each has a blind by-path to Paradise;
093:2,0126['  ]| Where driving in a circle slow or fast,
093:2,0127['  ]| Opposing sects are sure to meet at last.
093:2,0128['  ]| A wondrous charity you have in store
093:2,0129['  ]| For all reform'd to pass the narrow door:
093:2,0130['  ]| So much, that \Mahomet\ had scarcely more.
093:2,0131['  ]| For he, kind Prophet, was for damning none,
093:2,0132['  ]| But \Christ\ and \Moyses\ were to save their own:
093:2,0133['  ]| Himself was to secure his chosen race,
093:2,0134['  ]| Though reason good for \Turks\ to take the place,
093:2,0135['  ]| And he allow'd to be the better man
093:2,0136['  ]| In virtue of his holier \Alcoran\.
093:2,0137['  ]| True, said the \Panther\, I shall ne'er deny
093:2,0138['  ]| My breth'ren may be sav'd as well as I:
093:2,0139['  ]| Though \Huguenots\ contemn our ordination,
093:2,0140['  ]| Succession, ministerial vocation,
093:2,0141['  ]| And \Luther\, more mistaking what he read,
093:2,0142['  ]| Misjoins the sacred Body with the Bread;
093:2,0143['  ]| Yet \Lady\, still remember I maintain,
093:2,0144['  ]| The Word in needfull points is onely plain.
093:2,0145['  ]| Needless or needfull I not now contend,
093:2,0146['  ]| For still you have a loop-hole for a friend,
093:2,0147['  ]| (Rejoyn'd the Matron) but the rule you lay
093:2,0148['  ]| Has led whole flocks, and leads them still astray
093:2,0149['  ]| In weighty points, and full damnation's way.
093:2,0150['  ]| For did not \Arius\ first, \Socinus\ now,
093:2,0151['  ]| The son's eternal god-head disavow,
093:2,0152['  ]| And did not these by Gospel Texts alone
093:2,0153['  ]| Condemn our doctrine, and maintain their own?
093:2,0154['  ]| Have not all hereticks the same pretence
093:2,0155['  ]| To plead the Scriptures in their own defence?
093:2,0156['  ]| How did the \Nicene\ council then decide
093:2,0157['  ]| That strong debate, was it by Scripture try'd?
093:2,0158['  ]| No, sure to those the Rebel would not yield,
093:2,0159['  ]| Squadrons of Texts he marshal'd in the field;
093:2,0160['  ]| That was but civil war, an equal set,
093:2,0161['  ]| Where Piles with piles, and eagles Eagles met.
093:2,0162['  ]| With Texts point-blank and plain he fac'd the Foe:
093:2,0163['  ]| And did not \Sathan\ tempt our Saviour so?
093:2,0164['  ]| The good old Bishops took a simpler way,
093:2,0165['  ]| Each ask'd but what he heard his Father say,
093:2,0166['  ]| Or how he was instructed in his youth,
093:2,0167['  ]| And by traditions force upheld the truth.
093:2,0168['  ]| The \Panther\ smil'd at this, and when, said she,
093:2,0169['  ]| Were those first Councils disallow'd by me?
093:2,0170['  ]| Or where did I at sure tradition strike,
093:2,0171['  ]| Provided still it were Apostolick?
093:2,0172['  ]| Friend, said the \Hind\, you quit your former ground,
093:2,0173['  ]| Where all your Faith you did on Scripture found;
093:2,0174['  ]| Now 'tis tradition join'd with holy writ,
093:2,0175['  ]| But thus your memory betrays your wit.
093:2,0176['  ]| No, said the \Panther\, for in that I view,
093:2,0177['  ]| When your tradition's forg'd, and when 'tis true.
093:2,0178['  ]| I set 'em by the rule, and as they square
093:2,0179['  ]| Or deviate from undoubted doctrine there
093:2,0180['  ]| This Oral fiction, that old Faith declare.
093:2,0181['  ]| <(\Hind.\)>The Council steer'd it seems a diff'rent course,
093:2,0182['  ]| They try'd the Scripture by tradition's force;
093:2,0183['  ]| But you tradition by the Scriptures try;
093:2,0184['  ]| Pursu'd, by Sects, from this to that you fly,
093:2,0185['  ]| Nor dare on one foundation to rely.
093:2,0186['  ]| The word is then depos'd, and in this view,
093:2,0187['  ]| You rule the Scripture, not the Scripture you.
093:2,0188['  ]| Thus said the \Dame\, and, smiling, thus pursu'd,
093:2,0189['  ]| I see tradition then is disallow'd,
093:2,0190['  ]| When not evinc'd by Scripture to be true,
093:2,0191['  ]| And Scripture, as interpretd by you.
093:2,0192['  ]| But here you tread upon unfaithfull ground;
093:2,0193['  ]| Unless you cou'd infallibly expound;
093:2,0194['  ]| Which you reject as odious Popery,
093:2,0195['  ]| And throw that doctrine back with scorn on me.
093:2,0196['  ]| Suppose we on things traditive divide,
093:2,0197['  ]| And both appeal to Scripture to decide;
093:2,0198['  ]| By various texts we both uphold our claim,
093:2,0199['  ]| Nay, often ground our titles on the same:
093:2,0200['  ]| After long labour lost, and times expence,
093:2,0201['  ]| Both grant the words, and quarrel for the sense.
093:2,0202['  ]| Thus all disputes for ever must depend;
093:2,0203['  ]| For no dumb rule can controversies end.
093:2,0204['  ]| Thus when you said tradition must be try'd
093:2,0205['  ]| By Sacred Writ, whose sense your selves decide,
093:2,0206['  ]| You said no more, but that your selves must be
093:2,0207['  ]| The judges of the Scriptures sense, not we.
093:2,0208['  ]| Against our church tradition you declare
093:2,0209['  ]| And yet your Clerks wou'd sit in \Moyses\ chair:
093:2,0210['  ]| At least 'tis prov'd against your argument,
093:2,0211['  ]| The rule is far from plain, where all dissent.
093:2,0212['  ]| If not by Scriptures how can we be sure
093:2,0213['  ]| (Reply'd the \Panther\) what tradition's pure?
093:2,0214['  ]| For you palm upon us new for old,
093:2,0215['  ]| All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
093:2,0216['  ]| How but by following her, reply'd the Dame,
093:2,0217['  ]| To whom deriv'd from sire to son they came;
093:2,0218['  ]| Where ev'ry age do's on another move,
093:2,0219['  ]| And trusts no farther than the next above;
093:2,0220['  ]| Where all the rounds like \Jacob's\ ladder rise,
093:2,0221['  ]| The lowest hid in earth, the topmost in the skyes.
093:2,0222['  ]| Sternly the salvage did her answer mark,
093:2,0223['  ]| Her glowing eye-balls glitt'ring in the dark,
093:2,0224['  ]| And said but this, since lucre was your trade,
093:2,0225['  ]| Succeeding times such dreadfull gaps have made
093:2,0226['  ]| 'Tis dangerous climbing: to your sons and you
093:2,0227['  ]| I leave the ladder, and its omen too.
093:2,0228['  ]| <(\Hind.\)> The \Panther's\ breath was ever fam'd for sweet,
093:2,0229['  ]| But from the \Wolfe\ such wishes oft I meet:
093:2,0230['  ]| You learn'd this language from the blatant beast,
093:2,0231['  ]| Or rather did not speak, but were possess'd.
093:2,0232['  ]| As for your answer 'tis but barely urg'd;
093:2,0233['  ]| You must evince tradition to be forg'd;
093:2,0234['  ]| Produce  plain proofs; unblemish'd authours use
093:2,0235['  ]| As ancient as those ages they accuse;
093:2,0236['  ]| Till when 'tis not sufficient to defame:
093:2,0237['  ]| An old possession stands, till Elder quitts the claim.
093:2,0238['  ]| Then for our int'rest which is nam'd alone
093:2,0239['  ]| To load with envy, we retort your own.
093:2,0240['  ]| For when traditions in your faces fly,
093:2,0241['  ]| Resolving not to yield, you must descry:
093:2,0242['  ]| As when the cause goes hard, the guilty man
093:2,0243['  ]| Excepts, and thins his jury all he can;
093:2,0244['  ]| So when you stand of other aid bereft,
093:2,0245['  ]| You to the twelve Apostles would be left.
093:2,0246['  ]| Your friend the \Wolfe\ did with more craft provide
093:2,0247['  ]| To set those toys traditions quite aside:
093:2,0248['  ]| And \Fathers\ too, unless when reason spent
093:2,0249['  ]| He cites 'em but sometimes for ornament.
093:2,0250['  ]| But, Madam \Panther\, you, though more sincere,
093:2,0251['  ]| Are not wise as your Adulterer:
093:2,0252['  ]| The private spirit is a better blind
093:2,0253['  ]| Than all the dodging tricks your authours find.
093:2,0254['  ]| For they, who left the Scripture to the crowd,
093:2,0255['  ]| Each for his own peculiar judge allow'd;
093:2,0256['  ]| The way to please 'em was to make 'em proud.
093:2,0257['  ]| Thus, with full sails, they ran upon the shelf;
093:2,0258['  ]| Who cou'd suspect a couzenage from himself?
093:2,0259['  ]| On his own reason safer 'tis to stand,
093:2,0260['  ]| Than be deceiv'd and damn'd at second hand.
093:2,0261['  ]| But you who \Fathers\ and traditions take,
093:2,0262['  ]| And garble some, and some you quite forsake,
093:2,0263['  ]| Pretending church auctority to fix,
093:2,0264['  ]| And yet some grains of private spirit mix,
093:2,0265['  ]| Are like a \Mule\ made up of diff'ring seed,
093:2,0266['  ]| And that's the reason why you never breed;
093:2,0267['  ]| At least not propagate your kind abroad,
093:2,0268['  ]| For home-dissenters are by statutes aw'd.
093:2,0269['  ]| And yet they grow upon you ev'ry day,
093:2,0270['  ]| While you (to speak the best) are at a stay,
093:2,0271['  ]| For sects that are extremes, abhor a middle way.
093:2,0272['  ]| Like tricks of state, to stop a raging flood,
093:2,0273['  ]| Or mollify a mad-brain'd Senate's mood:
093:2,0274['  ]| Of all expedients never one was good.
093:2,0275['  ]| Well may they argue, (nor can you deny)
093:2,0276['  ]| If we must fix on church auctority,
093:2,0277['  ]| Best on the best, the fountain, not the flood,
093:2,0278['  ]| That must be better still, if this be good.
093:2,0279['  ]| Shall she command, who has herself rebell'd?
093:2,0280['  ]| Is \Antichrist\ by \Antichrist\ exepell'd?
093:2,0281['  ]| Did we a lawfull tyranny displace,
093:2,0282['  ]| To set aloft a bastard of the race?
093:2,0283['  ]| Why all these wars to win the Book, if we
093:2,0284['  ]| Must not interpret for our selves, but she?
093:2,0285['  ]| Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
093:2,0286['  ]| For \purging\ fires traditions must not fight;
093:2,0287['  ]| But they must prove Episcopacy's right:
093:2,0288['  ]| Thus those led horses are from service freed;
093:2,0289['  ]| You never mount 'em but in time of need.
093:2,0290['  ]| Like mercenary's hir'd for home defence,
093:2,0291['  ]| They will not serve against their native Prince.
093:2,0292['  ]| Against domestick foes of \Hierarchy\
093:2,0293['  ]| These are drawn forth, to make fanaticks fly,
093:2,0294['  ]| But, when they see their countrey-men at hand,
093:2,0295['  ]| Marching against 'em under church-command,
093:2,0296['  ]| Straight they forsake their colours, and disband.
093:2,0297['  ]| Thus she, nor cou'd the \Panther\ well enlarge
093:2,0298['  ]| With weak defence against so strong a charge:
093:2,0299['  ]| But said, for what did \Christ\ his Word provide,
093:2,0300['  ]| If still his church must want a living guide?
093:2,0301['  ]| And if all saving doctrines are not there,
093:2,0302['  ]| Or sacred Pen-men cou'd not make 'em clear,
093:2,0303['  ]| From after ages we should hope in vain
093:2,0304['  ]| For truths, which men inspir'd, cou'd not explain.
093:2,0305['  ]| Before the Word was written, said the \Hind\:
093:2,0306['  ]| Our Saviour preach'd his Faith to humane kind,
093:2,0307['  ]| From his Apostles the first age receiv'd
093:2,0308['  ]| Eternal truth, and what they taught, believ'd.
093:2,0309['  ]| Thus by tradition faith was planted first,
093:2,0310['  ]| Succeeding flocks succeeding Pastours nurs'd.
093:2,0311['  ]| This was the way our wise Redeemer chose,
093:2,0312['  ]| (Who sure could all things for the best dispose,)
093:2,0313['  ]| To fence his fold from their encroaching foes.
093:2,0314['  ]| He cou'd have writ himself, but well foresaw
093:2,0315['  ]| Th' event wou'd be like that of \Moyses\ law;
093:2,0316['  ]| Some difference wou'd arise, some doubts remain,
093:2,0317['  ]| Like those, which yet the jarring \Jews\ maintain.
093:2,0318['  ]| No written laws can be so plain, so pure,
093:2,0319['  ]| But wit may gloss, and malice may obscure,
093:2,0320['  ]| Not those indited by his first command,
093:2,0321['  ]| A Prophet grav'd the text, an Angel held his hand.
093:2,0322['  ]| Thus faith was e'er the written word appear'd,
093:2,0323['  ]| And men believ'd, not what they read, but heard.
093:2,0324['  ]| But since th' Apostles cou'd not be confin'd,
093:2,0325['  ]| To these, or those, but severally design'd
093:2,0326['  ]| Their large commission round the world to blow;
093:2,0327['  ]| To spread their faith they spread their labours too.
093:2,0328['  ]| Yet still their absent flock their pains did share,
093:2,0329['  ]| They hearken'd still, for love produces care.
093:2,0330['  ]| And as mistakes arose, or discords fell,
093:2,0331['  ]| Or bold seducers taught 'em to rebell,
093:2,0332['  ]| As charity grew cold, or faction hot,
093:2,0333['  ]| Or long neglect, their lessons had forgot,
093:2,0334['  ]| For all their wants they wisely did provide,
093:2,0335['  ]| And preaching by Epistles was supply'd:
093:2,0336['  ]| So great Physicians cannot all attend,
093:2,0337['  ]| But some they visit, and to some they send.
093:2,0338['  ]| Yet all those letters were not writ to all;
093:2,0339['  ]| Nor first intended, but occasional,
093:2,0340['  ]| Their absent sermons; nor if they contain
093:2,0341['  ]| All needfull doctrines, are those doctrines plain.
093:2,0342['  ]| Clearness by frequent preaching must be wrought,
093:2,0343['  ]| They writ but seldome, but they daily taught.
093:2,0344['  ]| And what one Saint has said of holy \Paul\,
093:2,0345['  ]| \He darkly writ\, is true apply'd to all.
093:2,0346['  ]| For this obscurity could heav'n provide
093:2,0347['  ]| More prudently than by a living guide,
093:2,0348['  ]| As doubts arose, the difference to decide?
093:2,0349['  ]| A guide was therefore needfull, therefore made,
093:2,0350['  ]| And, if appointed, sure to be obey'd.
093:2,0351['  ]| Thus, with due rev'rence, to th' Apostles writ,
093:2,0352['  ]| By which my sons are taught, to which, submit;
093:2,0353['  ]| I think, those truths their sacred works contain,
093:2,0354['  ]| The church alone can certainly explain,
093:2,0355['  ]| That following ages, leaning on the past,
093:2,0356['  ]| May rest upon the Primitive at last.
093:2,0357['  ]| Nor wou'd I thence the word no rule infer,
093:2,0358['  ]| But none without the church interpreter.
093:2,0359['  ]| Because, as I have urg'd before, 'tis mute,
093:2,0360['  ]| And is it self the subject of dispute.
093:2,0361['  ]| But what th' Apostles their successours taught,
093:2,0362['  ]| They to the next, from them to us is brought,
093:2,0363['  ]| Th' undoubted sense which is in scripture sought.
093:2,0364['  ]| From hence the church is arm'd, when errours rise,
093:2,0365['  ]| To stop their entrance, and prevent surprise;
093:2,0366['  ]| And safe entrench'd within, her foes without defies.
093:2,0367['  ]| By these all festring sores her councils heal,
093:2,0368['  ]| Which time or has disclos'd, or shall reveal,
093:2,0369['  ]| For discord cannot end without a last appeal.
093:2,0370['  ]| Nor can a council national decide
093:2,0371['  ]| But with subordination to her Guide:
093:2,0372['  ]| (I wish the cause were on that issue try'd)
093:2,0373['  ]| Much less the scripture; for suppose debate
093:2,0374['  ]| Betwixt pretenders to a fair estate,
093:2,0375['  ]| Bequeath'd by some Legator's last intent;
093:2,0376['  ]| (Such is our dying Saviour's Testament:)
093:2,0377['  ]| The will is prov'd, is open'd, and is read;
093:2,0378['  ]| The doubtfull heirs their diff'ring titles plead:
093:2,0379['  ]| All vouch the words their int'rest to maintain,
093:2,0380['  ]| And each pretends by those his cause is plain.
093:2,0381['  ]| Shall then the testament award the right?
093:2,0382['  ]| No, that's the \Hungary\ for which they fight;
093:2,0383['  ]| The field of battel, subject of debate,
093:2,0384['  ]| The thing contended for, the fair estate.
093:2,0385['  ]| The sense is intricate, 'tis onely clear
093:2,0386['  ]| What vowels and what consonants are there.
093:2,0387['  ]| Therefore 'tis plain, its meaning must be try'd
093:2,0388['  ]| Before some judge appointed to decide.
093:2,0389['  ]| Suppose, (the fair Apostate said,) I grant,
093:2,0390['  ]| The faithfull flock some living guide should want,
093:2,0391['  ]| Your arguments an endless chase persue:
093:2,0392['  ]| Produce this vaunted Leader to our view,
093:2,0393['  ]| This mighty \Moyses\ of the chosen crew.
093:2,0394['  ]| The Dame, who saw her fainting foe retir'd,
093:2,0395['  ]| With force renew'd, to victory aspir'd;
093:2,0396['  ]| (And looking upward to her kindred sky,
093:2,0397['  ]| As once our Saviour own'd his Deity,
093:2,0398['  ]| Pronounc'd his words ~~ \she whom ye seek am I\.)
093:2,0399['  ]| Nor less amaz'd this voice the \Panther\ heard,
093:2,0400['  ]| Than were those \Jews\ to hear a god declar'd.
093:2,0401['  ]| Then thus the matron modestly renew'd,
093:2,0402['  ]| Let all your prophets and their sects be view'd,
093:2,0403['  ]| And see to which of 'em your selves think fit
093:2,0404['  ]| The conduct of your conscience to submit:
093:2,0405['  ]| Each Proselyte wou'd vote his Doctor best,
093:2,0406['  ]| With absolute exclusion to the rest:
093:2,0407['  ]| Thus wou'd your \Polish\ Diet disagree,
093:2,0408['  ]| And end as it began in Anarchy:
093:2,0409['  ]| Your self the fairest for election stand,
093:2,0410['  ]| Because you seem crown-gen'ral of the land,
093:2,0411['  ]| But soon against your superstitious lawn
093:2,0412['  ]| Some Presbyterian Sabre wou'd be drawn:
093:2,0413['  ]| In your establish'd laws of sov'raignty
093:2,0414['  ]| The rest some fundamental flaw wou'd see,
093:2,0415['  ]| And call Rebellion gospel-liberty.
093:2,0416['  ]| To church-decrees your articles require
093:2,0417['  ]| Submission modify'd, if not entire;
093:2,0418['  ]| Homage deny'd, to censures you proceed;
093:2,0419['  ]| But when \Curtana\ will not doe the deed,
093:2,0420['  ]| You lay that pointless clergy-weapon by,
093:2,0421['  ]| And to the laws, your sword of justice, fly.
093:2,0422['  ]| Now this your sects the more unkindly take
093:2,0423['  ]| (Those prying varlets hit the blots you make)
093:2,0424['  ]| Because some ancient friends of your declare,
093:2,0425['  ]| Your onely rule of faith the Scripturs are,
093:2,0426['  ]| Interpreted by men of judgement sound,
093:2,0427['  ]| Which ev'ry sect will for themselves expound:
093:2,0428['  ]| Nor think less rev'rence to their doctours due
093:2,0429['  ]| For sound interpretation, than to you.
093:2,0430['  ]| If then, by able heads, are understood
093:2,0431['  ]| Your brother prophets, who reform'd abroad,
093:2,0432['  ]| Those able heads expound a wiser way,
093:2,0433['  ]| That their own sheep their shepherd shou'd obey.
093:2,0434['  ]| But if you mean your selves are onely sound,
093:2,0435['  ]| That doctrine turns the reformation round,
093:2,0436['  ]| And all the rest are false reformers found.
093:2,0437['  ]| Because in sundry points you stand alone,
093:2,0438['  ]| Not in communion join'd with any one;
093:2,0439['  ]| And therefore must be all the church, or none.
093:2,0440['  ]| Then, till you have agreed whose judge is best,
093:2,0441['  ]| Against this forc'd submission they protest:
093:2,0442['  ]| While \sound\ and \sound\ a diff'rent sense explains
093:2,0443['  ]| Both play at hard-head till they break their brains:
093:2,0444['  ]| And from their chairs each others force defy,
093:2,0445['  ]| While unregarded thunders vainly fly.
093:2,0446['  ]| I pass the rest, because your church alone
093:2,0447['  ]| Of all usurpers best cou'd fill the throne.
093:2,0448['  ]| But neither you, nor any sect beside
093:2,0449['  ]| For this high office can be qualify'd,
093:2,0450['  ]| With necessary gifts requir'd in such a guide.
093:2,0451['  ]| For that which must direct the whole, must be
093:2,0452['  ]| Bound in one bond of faith and unity:
093:2,0453['  ]| But all your sev'ral churches disagree.
093:2,0454['  ]| The \consubstantiating\ church and Priest
093:2,0455['  ]| Refuse communion to the \Calvinist\;
093:2,0456['  ]| The \French\ reform'd, from preaching you restrain,
093:2,0457['  ]| Because you judge their ordination vain;
093:2,0458['  ]| And so they judge of yours, but Donors must ordain.
093:2,0459['  ]| In short, in doctrine, or in discipline
093:2,0460['  ]| Not one reform'd, can with another join:
093:2,0461['  ]| But all from each, as from damnation fly;
093:2,0462['  ]| No union, they pretend, but in \Non-Popery\.
093:2,0463['  ]| Nor shou'd their members in a synod meet;
093:2,0464['  ]| Cou'd any church presume to mount the seat
093:2,0465['  ]| Above the rest, their discords to decide;
093:2,0466['  ]| None wou'd obey, but each wou'd be the guide:
093:2,0467['  ]| And face to face dissentions wou'd encrease;
093:2,0468['  ]| For onely distance now preserves the peace.
093:2,0469['  ]| All in their turns accusers, and accus'd:
093:2,0470['  ]| \Babel\ was never half so much confus'd.
093:2,0471['  ]| What one can plead, the rest can plead as well;
093:2,0472['  ]| For amongst equals lies no last appeal,
093:2,0473['  ]| And all confess themselves are fallible.
093:2,0474['  ]| Now since you grant some necessary guide,
093:2,0475['  ]| All who can err are justly laid aside:
093:2,0476['  ]| Because a trust so sacred to confer
093:2,0477['  ]| Shows want of such a sure interpreter:
093:2,0478['  ]| And how can he be needfull who can err?
093:2,0479['  ]| Then, granting that unerring guide we want,
093:2,0480['  ]| That such there is you stand oblig'd to grant:
093:2,0481['  ]| Our Saviour else were wanting to supply
093:2,0482['  ]| Our needs, and obviate that necessity.
093:2,0483['  ]| It then remains that church can onely be
093:2,0484['  ]| The guide, which owns unfailing certainty;
093:2,0485['  ]| Or else you slip your hold, and change your side,
093:2,0486['  ]| Relapsing from a necessary guide.
093:2,0487['  ]| But this annex'd condition of the crown,
093:2,0488['  ]| Immunity from errours, you disown,
093:2,0489['  ]| Here then you shrink, & lay your weak pretensions down.
093:2,0490['  ]| For petty royalties you raise debate;
093:2,0491['  ]| But this unfailing universal state
093:2,0492['  ]| You shun; nor dare succeed to such a glorious weight;
093:2,0493['  ]| And for that cause those promises detest
093:2,0494['  ]| With which our Saviour did his Church invest:
093:2,0495['  ]| But strive t' evade, and fear to find 'em true,
093:2,0496['  ]| As conscious they were never meant to you:
093:2,0497['  ]| All which the mother church asserts her own,
093:2,0498['  ]| And with unrivall'd claim ascends the throne.
093:2,0499['  ]| So when of old th' Almighty father state
093:2,0500['  ]| In Council, to redeem our ruin'd state,
093:2,0501['  ]| Millions of millions at a distance round,
093:2,0502['  ]| Silent the sacred Consistory crown'd,
093:2,0503['  ]| To hear what mercy mixt with justice cou'd propound;
093:2,0504['  ]| All prompt with eager pity, to fulfill
093:2,0505['  ]| The full extent of their Creatour's will:
093:2,0506['  ]| But when the stern conditons were declar'd,
093:2,0507['  ]| A mournfull whisper through the host was heard,
093:2,0508['  ]| And the whole hierarchy with heads hung down
093:2,0509['  ]| Submissively declin'd the pondrous proffer'd crown.
093:2,0510['  ]| Then, not till then th' eternal Son from high
093:2,0511['  ]| Rose in the strength of all the Deity;
093:2,0512['  ]| Stood forth t' accept the terms, and underwent
093:2,0513['  ]| A weight which all the frame of heav'n had bent,
093:2,0514['  ]| Nor he Himself cou'd bear, but as omnipotent.
093:2,0515['  ]| Now, to remove the least remaining doubt,
093:2,0516['  ]| That ev'n the blear-ey'd sects may find her out,
093:2,0517['  ]| Behold what heav'nly rays adorn her brows,
093:2,0518['  ]| What from his Wardrobe her belov'd allows
093:2,0519['  ]| To deck the wedding-day of his unspotted spouse.
093:2,0520['  ]| Behold what marks of majesty she brings;
093:2,0521['  ]| Richer than ancient heirs of Eastern kings:
093:2,0522['  ]| Her right hand holds the sceptre and the keys,
093:2,0523['  ]| To shew whom she commands, and who obeys:
093:2,0524['  ]| With these to bind, or set the sinner free,
093:2,0525['  ]| With that t' assert spiritual Royalty.
093:2,0526['  ]| One in herself not rent by schism, but sound,
093:2,0527['  ]| Entire, one solid shining Diamond,
093:2,0528['  ]| Not sparkles shatter'd into sects like you,
093:2,0529['  ]| One is the church, and must be to be true:
093:2,0530['  ]| One central principle of unity,
093:2,0531['  ]| As undivided, so from errours free,
093:2,0532['  ]| As one in faith, so one in sanctity.
093:2,0533['  ]| Thus she, and none but she, th' insulting rage
093:2,0534['  ]| Of Hereticks oppos'd from age to age:
093:2,0535['  ]| Still when the Gyant-brood invades her throne
093:2,0536['  ]| She stoops from heav'n, and meets 'em half way down,
093:2,0537['  ]| And with paternal thunder vindicates her crown.
093:2,0538['  ]| But like \A*Egyptian\ Sorcerers you stand,
093:2,0539['  ]| And vainly lift aloft your magick wand,
093:2,0540['  ]| To sweep away the swarms of vermin from the land:
093:2,0541['  ]| You cou'd like them, with like infernal force
093:2,0542['  ]| Produce the plague, but not arrest the course.
093:2,0543['  ]| But when the boils and botches, with disgrace
093:2,0544['  ]| And publick scandal sat upon the face,
093:2,0545['  ]| Themselves attack'd, the \Magi\ strove no more,
093:2,0546['  ]| They saw God's finger, and their fate deplore;
093:2,0547['  ]| Themselves they cou'd not cure of the dishonest sore.
093:2,0548['  ]| Thus one, thus pure, behold her largely spread
093:2,0549['  ]| Like the fair ocean from her mother bed;
093:2,0550['  ]| From East to West triumphantly she rides,
093:2,0551['  ]| All shoars are water'd by hr wealthy Tides:
093:2,0552['  ]| The Gospel-sound diffus'd from Pole to Pole,
093:2,0553['  ]| Where winds can carry, and where waves can roll;
093:2,0554['  ]| The self same doctrine of the Sacred page
093:2,0555['  ]| Convey'd to ev'ry clime in ev'ry age.
093:2,0556['  ]| Here let my sorrow give my satyr place,
093:2,0557['  ]| To raise new blushes on my \British\ race;
093:2,0558['  ]| Our sayling ships like common shoars we use,
093:2,0559['  ]| And through our distant colonies diffuse
093:2,0560['  ]| The draughts of Dungeons, and the stench of stews;
093:2,0561['  ]| Whom, when their home-bred honesty is lost,
093:2,0562['  ]| We disembogue on some far \Indian\ coast:
093:2,0563['  ]| Thieves, Pandars, Palliards, sins of ev'ry sort,
093:2,0564['  ]| Those are the manufactures we export;
093:2,0565['  ]| And these the Missionairs our zeal has made:
093:2,0566['  ]| For, with my countrey's pardon be it said,
093:2,0567['  ]| Religion is the least of all our trade.
093:2,0568['  ]| Yet some improve their traffick more than we,
093:2,0569['  ]| For they on gain, their onely God, rely:
093:2,0570['  ]| And set a publick price on piety.
093:2,0571['  ]| Industrious of the needle and the chart
093:2,0572['  ]| They run full sail to their \Japponian\ Mart:
093:2,0573['  ]| Prevention fear, and prodigal of fame
093:2,0574['  ]| Sell all of Christian to the very name;
093:2,0575['  ]| Nor leave enough of that, to hide their naked shame.
093:2,0576['  ]| Thus, of three marks which in the Creed we view,
093:2,0577['  ]| Not one of all can be apply'd to you:
093:2,0578['  ]| Much less the fourth; in vain alas you sek
093:2,0579['  ]| Th' ambitious title of Apostolick:
093:2,0580['  ]| God-like descent! 'tis well your bloud can be
093:2,0581['  ]| Prov'd noble, in the third or fourth degree:
093:2,0582['  ]| For all of ancient that you had before
093:2,0583['  ]| (I mean what is not borrow'd from our store)
093:2,0584['  ]| Was Errour fulminated o'er and o'er;
093:2,0585['  ]| Old Heresies condemn'd in ages past,
093:2,0586['  ]| By care and time recover'd from the blast.
093:2,0587['  ]| 'Tis said with ease, but never can be prov'd,
093:2,0588['  ]| The church her old foundations has remov'd,
093:2,0589['  ]| And built new doctrines on unstable sands:
093:2,0590['  ]| Judge that ye winds and rains; you prov'd her, yet she stands.
093:2,0591['  ]| Those ancient doctrines charg'd on her for new,
093:2,0592['  ]| Shew when, and how, and from what hands they grew.
093:2,0593['  ]| We claim no pow'r when Heresies grow bold
093:2,0594['  ]| To coin new faith, but still declare the old.
093:2,0595['  ]| How else cou'd that obscene disease be purg'd
093:2,0596['  ]| When controverted texts are vainly urg'd?
093:2,0597['  ]| To prove tradition new, there's somewhat more
093:2,0598['  ]| Requir'd, than saying, 'twas not us'd before.
093:2,0599['  ]| Those monumental arms are never stirr'd
093:2,0600['  ]| Till Schism or Heresie call down \Goliah's\ sword.
093:2,0601['  ]| Thus, what you call corruptions, are in truth,
093:2,0602['  ]| The first plantations of the gospel's youth,
093:2,0603['  ]| Old standard faith: but cast your eyes again
093:2,0604['  ]| And view those errours which new sects maintain
093:2,0605['  ]| Or which of old disturb'd the churches peacefull reign,
093:2,0606['  ]| And we can point each period of the time,
093:2,0607['  ]| When they began, and who begot the crime;
093:2,0608['  ]| Can calculate how long th' eclipse endur'd,
093:2,0609['  ]| Who interpos'd, what digits were obscur'd:
093:2,0610['  ]| Of all which are already pass'd away,
093:2,0611['  ]| We know the rise, the progress and decay.
093:2,0612['  ]| Despair at our foundations then to strike
093:2,0613['  ]| Til you can prove your faith Apostolick;
093:2,0614['  ]| A limpid stream drawn from the native source;
093:2,0615['  ]| Succession lawfull in a lineal course.
093:2,0616['  ]| Prove any church oppos'd to this our head,
093:2,0617['  ]| So one, so pure, so unconfin'dly spread,
093:2,0618['  ]| Under one chief of the spiritual state,
093:2,0619['  ]| The members all combin'd, and all subordinate.
093:2,0620['  ]| Shew such a seamless coat, from schism so free,
093:2,0621['  ]| In no communion join'd with heresie:
093:2,0622['  ]| If such a one you find, let truth prevail:
093:2,0623['  ]| Till when your weights will in the balance fail:
093:2,0624['  ]| A church unprincipl'd kicks up the scale.
093:2,0625['  ]| But if you cannot think, (nor sure you can
093:2,0626['  ]| Suppose in God what were unjust in man,)
093:2,0627['  ]| That he, the fountain of eternal grace,
093:2,0628['  ]| Should suffer falshood for so long a space
093:2,0629['  ]| To banish truth, and to usurp her place:
093:2,0630['  ]| That seav'n successive ages should be lost
093:2,0631['  ]| And preach damnation at their proper cost;
093:2,0632['  ]| That all your erring ancestours should dye,
093:2,0633['  ]| Drown'd in th' Abyss of deep Idolatry;
093:2,0634['  ]| If piety forbid such thoughts to rise,
093:2,0635['  ]| Awake and open your unwilling eyes:
093:2,0636['  ]| God has left nothing for each age undone
093:2,0637['  ]| From this to that wherein he sent his Son:
093:2,0638['  ]| Then think but well of him, and half your work is done.
093:2,0639['  ]| See how his church adorn'd with ev'ry grace
093:2,0640['  ]| With open arms, a kind forgiving face,
093:2,0641['  ]| Stands ready to prevent her long lost sons embrace.
093:2,0642['  ]| Not more did \Joseph\ o'er his brethren weep,
093:2,0643['  ]| Nor less himself cou'd from discovery keep,
093:2,0644['  ]| When in the croud of suppliants they were seen,
093:2,0645['  ]| And in their crew his best beloved \Benjamin\.
093:2,0646['  ]| That pious \Joseph\ in the church behold,
093:2,0647['  ]| To feed your famine, and refuse your gold;
093:2,0648['  ]| The \Joseph\ you exil'd, the \Joseph\ whom you sold.
093:2,0649['  ]| Thus, while with heav'nly charity she spoke,
093:2,0650['  ]| A streaming blaze the silent shadows broke:
093:2,0651['  ]| Shot from the skyes a chearfull azure light;
093:2,0652['  ]| The birds obscene to forests wing'd their flight,
093:2,0653['  ]| And gaping graves receiv'd the wandring guilty spright.
093:2,0654['  ]| Such were the pleasing triumphs of the sky
093:2,0655['  ]| For \James\ his late nocturnal victory;
093:2,0656['  ]| The pledge of his Almighty patron's love,
093:2,0657['  ]| The fire-works which his angel made above.
093:2,0658['  ]| I saw my self the lambent easie light
093:2,0659['  ]| Guild the brown horrour and dispell the night;
093:2,0660['  ]| The messenger with speed the tidings bore;
093:2,0661['  ]| News which three lab'ring nations did restore,
093:2,0662['  ]| But heav'ns own \Nuncius\ was arriv'd before.
093:2,0663['  ]| By this, the \Hind\ had reach'd her lonely cell;
093:2,0664['  ]| And vapours rose, and dews unwholsome fell.
093:2,0665['  ]| When she, by frequent observation wise,
093:2,0666['  ]| As one who long on heav'n had fix'd her eyes,
093:2,0667['  ]| Discern'd a change of weather in the skyes.
093:2,0668['  ]| The Western borders were with crimson spread,
093:2,0669['  ]| The moon descending look'd all flaming red,
093:2,0670['  ]| She thought good manners bound her to invite
093:2,0671['  ]| The stranger Dame to be her guest that night.
093:2,0672['  ]| 'Tis true, course dyet and a short repast,
093:2,0673['  ]| (She said) were weak inducements to the tast
093:2,0674['  ]| Of one so nicely bred, and so unus'd to fast.
093:2,0675['  ]| But what plain fare her cottage cou'd afford,
093:2,0676['  ]| A hearty welcome at a homely board
093:2,0677['  ]| Was freely hers; and, to supply the rest,
093:2,0678['  ]| An honest meaning and an open breast:
093:2,0679['  ]| Last, with content of mind, the poor man's Wealth;
093:2,0680['  ]| A grace-cup to their common Patron's health.
093:2,0681['  ]| This she desir'd her to accept and stay,
093:2,0682['  ]| For fear she might be wilder'd in her way,
093:2,0683['  ]| Because she wanted an unerring guide;
093:2,0684['  ]| And then the dew drops on her silken hide
093:2,0685['  ]| Her tender constitution did declare,
093:2,0686['  ]| Too Lady-like a long fatigue to bear,
093:2,0687['  ]| And rough inclemencies of raw nocturnal air.
093:2,0688['  ]| But most she fear'd that travelling so late,
093:2,0689['  ]| Some evil minded beasts might lye in wait;
093:2,0690['  ]| And without witness wreak their hidden hate.
093:2,0691['  ]| The \Panther\, though she lent a list'ning ear,
093:2,0692['  ]| Had more of \Lyon\ in her than to fear:
093:2,0693['  ]| Yet wisely weighing, since she had to deal
093:2,0694['  ]| With many foes, their numbers might prevail,
093:2,0695['  ]| Return'd her all the thanks she cou'd afford;
093:2,0696['  ]| And took her friendly hostess at her word,
093:2,0697['  ]| Who ent'ring first her lowly roof, (a shed
093:2,0698['  ]| With hoary moss and winding Ivy spread,
093:2,0699['  ]| Honest enough to hide an humble Hermit's head,)
093:2,0700['  ]| Thus graciously bespoke her welcome guest:
093:2,0701['  ]| So might these walls, with your fair presence blest
093:2,0702['  ]| Become your dwelling-place of everlasting rest,
093:2,0703['  ]| Not for a night, or quick revolving year,
093:2,0704['  ]| Welcome an owner, not a sojourner.
093:2,0705['  ]| This peacefull Seat my poverty secures,
093:2,0706['  ]| War seldom enters but where wealth allures;
093:2,0707['  ]| Nor yet despise it, for this poor aboad
093:2,0708['  ]| Has oft receiv'd, and yet receives a god;
093:2,0709['  ]| A god victorious of the stygian race
093:2,0710['  ]| Here laid his sacred limbs, and sanctified the place.
093:2,0711['  ]| This mean retreat did mighty \Pan\ contain;
093:2,0712['  ]| Be emulous of him, and pomp disdain,
093:2,0713['  ]| And dare not to debase your soul to gain.
093:2,0714['  ]| The silent stranger stood amaz'd to see
093:2,0715['  ]| Contempt of wealth, and wilfull poverty:
093:2,0716['  ]| And, though ill habits are not soon controll'd,
093:2,0717['  ]| A while suspended her desire of gold;
093:2,0718['  ]| But civily drew in her sharpen'd paws,
093:2,0719['  ]| Not violating hospitable laws,
093:2,0720['  ]| And pacify'd her tail, and lick'd her frothy jaws.
093:2,0721['  ]| The \Hind\ did first her country Cates provide;
093:2,0722['  ]| Then couch'd her self securely by her side.
093:3,0000['  ]| <\The Hind and the Panther:\>
093:3,0000['  ]| <\The Third Part\>
093:3,0001['  ]| MUCH malice mingl'd with a little wit
093:3,0002['  ]| Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ,
093:3,0003['  ]| Because the Muse has peopl'd \Caledon\
093:3,0004['  ]| With \Panthers\, \Bears\, and \Wolves\, and Beasts unknown,
093:3,0005['  ]| As if we were not stock'd with monsters of our own.
093:3,0006['  ]| Let A*Esop answer, who has set to view,
093:3,0007['  ]| Such kinds as \Greece\ and \Phrygia\ never knew;
093:3,0008['  ]| And mother \Hubbard\ in her homely dress
093:3,0009['  ]| As sharply blam'd a \British Lioness\,
093:3,0010['  ]| That \Queen\, whose feast the factious rabble keep,
093:3,0011['  ]| Expos'd obscenely naked and a-sleep.
093:3,0012['  ]| Led by those great examples, may not I
093:3,0013['  ]| The wanted organs of their words supply?
093:3,0014['  ]| If men transact like brutes 'tis equal then
093:3,0015['  ]| For brutes to claim the privilege of men.
093:3,0016['  ]| Others our \Hind\ of folly will endite,
093:3,0017['  ]| To entertain a dang'rous guest by night.
093:3,0018['  ]| Let those remember that she cannot dye
093:3,0019['  ]| Till rolling time is lost in round eternity;
093:3,0020['  ]| Nor need she fear the \Panther\, though untam'd,
093:3,0021['  ]| Because the \Lyon's\ peace was now proclam'd,
093:3,0022['  ]| The wary salvage would not give offence,
093:3,0023['  ]| To forfeit the protection of her \Prince\;
093:3,0024['  ]| But watch'd the time her vengeance to compleat,
093:3,0025['  ]| When all her furry sons in frequent Senate met.
093:3,0026['  ]| Mean while she quench'd her fury at the floud,
093:3,0027['  ]| And with a Lenten sallad cool'd her bloud.
093:3,0028['  ]| Their commons, though but course, were nothing scant,
093:3,0029['  ]| Nor did their minds an equal banquet want.
093:3,0030['  ]| For now the \Hind\, whose noble nature strove
093:3,0031['  ]| T' express her plain simplicity of love,
093:3,0032['  ]| Did all the honours of her house so well,
093:3,0033['  ]| No sharp debates disturb'd the friendly meal.
093:3,0034['  ]| She turn'd the talk, avoiding that extreme,
093:3,0035['  ]| To common dangers past, a sadly pleasing theame;
093:3,0036['  ]| Remembring ev'ry storm which toss'd the state,
093:3,0037['  ]| When both were objects of the publick hate,
093:3,0038['  ]| And drop'd a tear betwixt for her own childrens fate.
093:3,0039['  ]| Nor fail'd she then a full review to make
093:3,0040['  ]| Of what the \Panther\ suffer'd for her sake:
093:3,0041['  ]| Her lost esteem, her truth, her loyal care,
093:3,0042['  ]| Her faith unshaken to an exil'd Heir,
093:3,0043['  ]| Her strength t' endure, her courage to defy;
093:3,0044['  ]| Her choice of honourable infamy.
093:3,0045['  ]| On these prolixly thankfull, she enlarg'd,
093:3,0046['  ]| Then with acknowledgments herself she charg'd:
093:3,0047['  ]| For friendship of it self, an holy tye,
093:3,0048['  ]| Is made more sacred by adversity.
093:3,0049['  ]| Now should they part, malicious tongues wou'd say,
093:3,0050['  ]| They met like chance companions on the way,
093:3,0051['  ]| Whom mutual fear of robbers had possess'd;
093:3,0052['  ]| While danger lasted, kindness was profess'd;
093:3,0053['  ]| But that once o'er, the short-liv'd union ends:
093:3,0054['  ]| The road divides, and there divide the friends.
093:3,0055['  ]| The \Panther\ nodded when her speech was done,
093:3,0056['  ]| And thank'd her coldly in a hollow tone,
093:3,0057['  ]| But said her gratitude had gone too far
093:3,0058['  ]| For common offices of Christian care.
093:3,0059['  ]| If to the lawfull Heir she had been true,
093:3,0060['  ]| She paid but \Ca*esar\ what was \Ca*esar's\ due.
093:3,0061['  ]| I might, she added, with like praise describe
093:3,0062['  ]| Your suff'ring sons, and so return your bribe;
093:3,0063['  ]| But incense from my hands is poorly priz'd,
093:3,0064['  ]| For gifts are scorn'd where givers are despis'd.
093:3,0065['  ]| I serv'd a turn, and then was cast away;
093:3,0066['  ]| You, like the gawdy fly, your wings display,
093:3,0067['  ]| And sip the sweets, and bask in your Great Patron's day.
093:3,0068['  ]| This heard, the Matron was not slow to find
093:3,0069['  ]| What sort of malady had seiz'd her mind;
093:3,0070['  ]| Disdain, with gnawing envy, fell despight,
093:3,0071['  ]| And canker'd malice stood in open sight;
093:3,0072['  ]| Ambition, int'rest, pride without controul,
093:3,0073['  ]| And jealousie, the jaundice of the soul;
093:3,0074['  ]| Revenge, the bloudy minister of ill,
093:3,0075['  ]| With all the lean tormenters of the will.
093:3,0076['  ]| 'Twas easie now to guess from whence arose
093:3,0077['  ]| Her new made union with her ancient foes,
093:3,0078['  ]| Her forc'd civilities, her faint embrace,
093:3,0079['  ]| Affected kindness with an alter'd face:
093:3,0080['  ]| Yet durst she not too deeply probe the wound,
093:3,0081['  ]| As hoping still the nobler parts were sound;
093:3,0082['  ]| But strove with Anodyns t'asswage the smart,
093:3,0083['  ]| And mildly thus her med'cine did impart.
093:3,0084['  ]| Complaints of Lovers help to ease their pain,
093:3,0085['  ]| It shows a Rest of kindness to complain,
093:3,0086['  ]| A friendship loth to quit its former hold,
093:3,0087['  ]| And conscious merit may be justly bold.
093:3,0088['  ]| But much more just your jealousie would show,
093:3,0089['  ]| If others good were injury to you:
093:3,0090['  ]| Witness ye heav'ns how I rejoice to see
093:3,0091['  ]| Rewarded worth, and rising loyalty.
093:3,0092['  ]| Your Warrier Offspring that upheld the crown,
093:3,0093['  ]| The scarlet honours of your peacefull gown,
093:3,0094['  ]| Are the most pleasing objects I can find,
093:3,0095['  ]| Charms to my sight, and cordials to my mind:
093:3,0096['  ]| When vertue spoomes before a prosp'rous gale
093:3,0097['  ]| My heaving wishes help to fill the sail,
093:3,0098['  ]| And if my pray'rs for all the brave were heard,
093:3,0099['  ]| Ca*esar should still have such, and such should still reward.
093:3,0100['  ]| The labour'd earth your pains have sow'd and till'd:
093:3,0101['  ]| 'Tis just you reap the product of the field.
093:3,0102['  ]| Yours be the harvest, 'tis the beggars gain
093:3,0103['  ]| To glean the fallings of the loaded wain.
093:3,0104['  ]| Such scatter'd ears as are not worth your care,
093:3,0105['  ]| Your charity for alms may safely spare,
093:3,0106['  ]| And alms are but the vehicles of pray'r.
093:3,0107['  ]| My daily bread is litt'rally implor'd,
093:3,0108['  ]| I have no barns nor granaries to hoard;
093:3,0109['  ]| If \Ca*esar\ to his own his hand extends,
093:3,0110['  ]| Say which of yours his charity offends:
093:3,0111['  ]| You know he largely gives to more than are his friends.
093:3,0112['  ]| Are you defrauded when he feeds the poor?
093:3,0113['  ]| Our mite decreases nothing of your store;
093:3,0114['  ]| I am but few, and by your fare you see
093:3,0115['  ]| My crying sins are not of luxury.
093:3,0116['  ]| Some juster motive sure your mind withdraws,
093:3,0117['  ]| And makes you break our friendships holy laws,
093:3,0118['  ]| For barefac'd envy is too base a cause.
093:3,0119['  ]| Show more occasion for your discontent,
093:3,0120['  ]| Your love, the \Wolf\, wou'd help you to invent;
093:3,0121['  ]| Some \German\ quarrel, or, as times go now,
093:3,0122['  ]| Some \French\, where force is uppermost, will doe.
093:3,0123['  ]| When at the fountains head, as merit ought
093:3,0124['  ]| To claim the place, you take a swilling draught,
093:3,0125['  ]| How easie 'tis an envious eye to throw,
093:3,0126['  ]| And tax the sheep for troubling streams below,
093:3,0127['  ]| Or call her, (when no farther cause you find,)
093:3,0128['  ]| An enemy profess'd of all your kind.
093:3,0129['  ]| But then, perhaps, the wicked World wou'd think,
093:3,0130['  ]| The \Wolfe\ design'd to eat as well as drink.
093:3,0131['  ]| This last allusion gaul'd the \Panther\ more,
093:3,0132['  ]| Because indeed it rubb'd upon the sore.
093:3,0133['  ]| Yet seem'd she not to winch, though shrewdly pain'd:
093:3,0134['  ]| But thus her Passive character maintain'd.
093:3,0135['  ]| I never grudg'd, whate're my foes report,
093:3,0136['  ]| Your flaunting fortune in the \Lyon's\ court.
093:3,0137['  ]| You have your day, or you are much bely'd,
093:3,0138['  ]| But I am always on the suff'ring side:
093:3,0139['  ]| You know my doctrine, and I need not say
093:3,0140['  ]| I will not, but I cannot disobey.
093:3,0141['  ]| On this firm principle I ever stood:
093:3,0142['  ]| He of my sons who fails to make it good,
093:3,0143['  ]| By one rebellious act renounces to my bloud.
093:3,0144['  ]| Ah, said the \Hind\, how many sons have you
093:3,0145['  ]| Who call you mother, whom you never knew!
093:3,0146['  ]| But most of them who what relation plead
093:3,0147['  ]| Are such ungratious youths as wish you dead.
093:3,0148['  ]| They gape at rich revenues which you hold,
093:3,0149['  ]| And fain would nible at your grandame gold;
093:3,0150['  ]| Enquire into your years, and laugh to find
093:3,0151['  ]| Your crazy temper shews you much declin'd.
093:3,0152['  ]| Were you not dim, and doted, you might see
093:3,0153['  ]| A pack of cheats that claim a pedigree,
093:3,0154['  ]| No more of kin to you, than you to me.
093:3,0155['  ]| Do you not know, that for a little coin,
093:3,0156['  ]| \Heralds\ can foist a name into the line?
093:3,0157['  ]| They ask you blessing but for what you have,
093:3,0158['  ]| But once possess'd of what with care you save,
093:3,0159['  ]| The wanton boyes wou'd piss upon your grave.
093:3,0160['  ]| Your sons of Latitude that court your grace,
093:3,0161['  ]| Though most resembling you in form and face,
093:3,0162['  ]| Are far the worst of your pretended race.
093:3,0163['  ]| And, but I blush your honesty to blot,
093:3,0164['  ]| Pray god you prove 'em lawfully begot:
093:3,0165['  ]| For, in some \Popish\ libells I have read,
093:3,0166['  ]| The \Wolf\ has been too busie in your bed.
093:3,0167['  ]| At least their hinder parts, the belly piece,
093:3,0168['  ]| The paunch, and all that \Scorpio\ claims are his.
093:3,0169['  ]| Their malice too a sore suspicion brings;
093:3,0170['  ]| For though they dare not bark, they snarl at kings:
093:3,0171['  ]| Nor blame 'em for intruding in your line,
093:3,0172['  ]| Fat Bishopricks are still of right divine.
093:3,0173['  ]| Think you your new \French\ Proselytes are come
093:3,0174['  ]| To starve abroad, because they starvd at home?
093:3,0175['  ]| Your benefices twinckl'd from afar,
093:3,0176['  ]| They found the new \Messiah\ by the star:
093:3,0177['  ]| Those \Swisses\ fight on any side for pay,
093:3,0178['  ]| And 'tis the living that conforms, not they.
093:3,0179['  ]| Mark with what management their tribes divide,
093:3,0180['  ]| Some stick to you, and some to t' other side,
093:3,0181['  ]| That many churches may for many mouths provide.
093:3,0182['  ]| More vacant pulpits wou'd more converts make,
093:3,0183['  ]| All wou'd have latitude enough to take;
093:3,0184['  ]| The rest unbenefic'd, your sects maintain
093:3,0185['  ]| For ordinations without cures are vain,
093:3,0186['  ]| And chamber practice is a silent gain.
093:3,0187['  ]| Your sons of breadth at home, are much like these,
093:3,0188['  ]| Their soft and yielding metals run with ease,
093:3,0189['  ]| They melt, and take the figure of the mould:
093:3,0190['  ]| But harden, and preserve it best in gold.
093:3,0191['  ]| Your \Delphick\ Sword, the \Panther\ then reply'd,
093:3,0192['  ]| Is double edg'd, and cuts on either side.
093:3,0193['  ]| Some sons of mine who bear upon their shield,
093:3,0194['  ]| Three steeples Argent in a sable field,
093:3,0195['  ]| Have sharply tax'd your converts, who unfed
093:3,0196['  ]| Have follow'd you for miracles of bread;
093:3,0197['  ]| Such who themselves of no religion are,
093:3,0198['  ]| Allur'd with gain, for any will declare.
093:3,0199['  ]| Bare lyes with bold assertions they can face,
093:3,0200['  ]| But dint of argument is out of place.
093:3,0201['  ]| The grim Logician puts 'em in a fright,
093:3,0202['  ]| 'Tis easier far to flourish than to fight.
093:3,0203['  ]| Thus our eighth \Henry's marriage they defame;
093:3,0204['  ]| They say the schism of beds began the game,
093:3,0205['  ]| Devorcing from the \Church\ to wed the Dame:
093:3,0206['  ]| Though largely prov'd, and by himself profess'd
093:3,0207['  ]| That conscience, conscience wou'd not let him rest,
093:3,0208['  ]| I mean not till possess'd of her he lov'd,
093:3,0209['  ]| And old, uncharming \Catherine\ was remov'd.
093:3,0210['  ]| For sundry years before did he complain,
093:3,0211['  ]| And told his ghostly Confessour his pain.
093:3,0212['  ]| With the same impudence, without a ground,
093:3,0213['  ]| They say, that look the reformation round,
093:3,0214['  ]| No \Treatise of Humility\ is found.
093:3,0215['  ]| But if none were, the Gospel does not want,
093:3,0216['  ]| Our \Saviour\ preach'd it and I hope you grant,
093:3,0217['  ]| The Sermon in the mount was \Protestant\.
093:3,0218['  ]| No doubt, reply'd the \Hind\, as sure as all
093:3,0219['  ]| The writing of Saint \Peter\ and Saint \Paul\:
093:3,0220['  ]| On that decision let it stand or fall.
093:3,0221['  ]| Now for my converts, who you say unfed
093:3,0222['  ]| Have follow'd me for miracles of bread,
093:3,0223['  ]| Judge not by hear-say, but observe at least,
093:3,0224['  ]| If since their change, their loaves have been increast.
093:3,0225['  ]| The \Lyon\ buyes no Converts, if he did,
093:3,0226['  ]| Beasts wou'd be sold as fast as he cou'd bid.
093:3,0227['  ]| Tax those of int'rest who conform for gain,
093:3,0228['  ]| Or stay the market of another reign.
093:3,0229['  ]| Your broad-way sons wou'd never be too nice
093:3,0230['  ]| To close with \Calvin\, if he paid their price;
093:3,0231['  ]| But rais'd three steeples high'r, wou'd change their note,
093:3,0232['  ]| And quit the the Cassock for the Canting-coat.
093:3,0233['  ]| Now, if you damn this censure, as too bold,
093:3,0234['  ]| Judge by your selves, and think not others sold.
093:3,0235['  ]| Mean-time my sons accus'd, by fames report
093:3,0236['  ]| Pay small attendance at the \Lyon's\ court,
093:3,0237['  ]| Nor rise with early crowds, nor flatter late,
093:3,0238['  ]| (For silently they beg who daily waits.)
093:3,0239['  ]| Preferment is bestow'd that comes unsought,
093:3,0240['  ]| Attendance is a bribe, and then 'tis bought.
093:3,0241['  ]| How they shou'd speed, their fortune is untry'd,
093:3,0242['  ]| For not to ask, is not to be deny'd.
093:3,0243['  ]| For what they have, their \God\ and \King\ they bless,
093:3,0244['  ]| And hope they shou'd not murmur, had they less.
093:3,0245['  ]| But, if reduc'd subsistence to implore,
093:3,0246['  ]| In common prudence they wou'd pass your door;
093:3,0247['  ]| Unpitty'd \Hudibrass\, your Champion friend,
093:3,0248['  ]| Has shown how far your charities extend.
093:3,0249['  ]| This lasting verse shall on his tomb be read,
093:3,0250['  ]| \He sham'd you living, and upbraids you dead\.
093:3,0251['  ]| With odious \Atheist\ names you load your foes,
093:3,0252['  ]| Your lib'ral \Clergy\ why did I expose?
093:3,0253['  ]| It never fails in charities like those.
093:3,0254['  ]| In climes where true religion is profess'd,
093:3,0255['  ]| That imputation were no laughing jest.
093:3,0256['  ]| But \Imprimatur\, with a Chaplain's name,
093:3,0257['  ]| Is here sufficient licence to defame.
093:3,0258['  ]| What wonder is't that black detraction thrives?
093:3,0259['  ]| The Homicide of names is less than lives;
093:3,0260['  ]| And yet the perjur'd murtherer survives.
093:3,0261['  ]| This said, she paus'd a little, and suppress'd
093:3,0262['  ]| The boiling indignation of her breast;
093:3,0263['  ]| She knew the vertue of her blade, nor wou'd
093:3,0264['  ]| Pollute her satyr with ignoble bloud:
093:3,0265['  ]| Her panting foes she saw before her lye,
093:3,0266['  ]| And back she drew the shining weapon dry:
093:3,0267['  ]| So when the gen'rous \Lyon\ has in sight
093:3,0268['  ]| His equal match, he rouses for the fight;
093:3,0269['  ]| But when his foe lyes prostrate on the plain,
093:3,0270['  ]| He sheaths his paws, uncurls his angry mane;
093:3,0271['  ]| And, pleas'd with bloudless honours of the day,
093:3,0272['  ]| Walks over, and disdains th' inglorious Prey.
093:3,0273['  ]| So \JAMES\, if great with less we may compare,
093:3,0274['  ]| Arrests his rowling thunder-bolts in air;
093:3,0275['  ]| And grants ungratefull friends a lengthn'd space,
093:3,0276['  ]| T' implore the remnants of long suff'ring grace.
093:3,0277['  ]| This breathing-time the Matron took; and then,
093:3,0278['  ]| Resum'd the thrid of her discourse agen.
093:3,0279['  ]| Be vengeance wholly left to pow'rs divine,
093:3,0280['  ]| And let heav'n judge betwixt your sons and mine:
093:3,0281['  ]| If joyes hereafter must be purchas'd here
093:3,0282['  ]| With loss of all that mortals hold so dear,
093:3,0283['  ]| Then welcome infamy and publick shame,
093:3,0284['  ]| And, last, a long farewell to worldly fame.
093:3,0285['  ]| 'Tis said with ease, but oh, how hardly try'd
093:3,0286['  ]| By haughty souls to humane honour ty'd!
093:3,0287['  ]| O sharp convulsive pangs of agonizing pride!
093:3,0288['  ]| Down then thou rebell, never more to rise,
093:3,0289['  ]| And what  thou didst, and do'st so dearly prize,
093:3,0290['  ]| That fame, that darling fame, make that thy sacrifice.
093:3,0291['  ]| 'Tis nothing thou hast giv'n, then add thy tears
093:3,0292['  ]| For a long race of unrepenting years:
093:3,0293['  ]| 'Tis nothing yet; yet all thou hast to give,
093:3,0294['  ]| Then add those \may-be\ years thou hast to live.
093:3,0295['  ]| Yet nothing still: then poor, and naked come,
093:3,0296['  ]| Thy father will receive his unthrift home,
093:3,0297['  ]| And thy blest Saviour's bloud discharge the mighty sum.
093:3,0298['  ]| Thus (she pursu'd) I discipline a son
093:3,0299['  ]| Whose uncheck'd fury to revenge wou'd run:
093:3,0300['  ]| He champs the bit, impatient of his loss,
093:3,0301['  ]| And starts a-side, and flounders at the cross.
093:3,0302['  ]| Instruct him better, gracious God, to know,
093:3,0303['  ]| As thine is vengeance, so forgiveness too.
093:3,0304['  ]| That suff'ring from ill tongues he bears no more
093:3,0305['  ]| Than what his Sovereign bears, and what his Saviour bore.
093:3,0306['  ]| It now remains for you to school your child,
093:3,0307['  ]| And ask why \God's\ anointed he revild;
093:3,0308['  ]| A \King\ and \Princess\ dead! did \Shimei\ worse?
093:3,0309['  ]| The curser's punishment should fright the curse:
093:3,0310['  ]| Your son was warn'd, and wisely gave it o're,
093:3,0311['  ]| But he who councell'd him, has paid the score:
093:3,0312['  ]| The heavy malice cou'd no higher tend,
093:3,0313['  ]| But wo to him on whom the wights descend:
093:3,0314['  ]| So to permitted ills the \Da*emon\ flyes:
093:3,0315['  ]| His rage is aim'd at him who rules the skyes;
093:3,0316['  ]| Constrain'd to quit his cause, no succour found,
093:3,0317['  ]| The foe discharges ev'ry Tyre around,
093:3,0318['  ]| In clouds of smoke abandoning the fight,
093:3,0319['  ]| But his own thundring peals proclaim his flight.
093:3,0320['  ]| In \Henry's\ change his charge as ill succeeds,
093:3,0321['  ]| To that long story little answer needs,
093:3,0322['  ]| Confront but \Henry's\ words with \Henry's\ deeds.
093:3,0323['  ]| Were space allow'd, with ease it might be prov'd,
093:3,0324['  ]| What springs his blessed reformation mov'd.
093:3,0325['  ]| The dire effects appear'd in open sight,
093:3,0326['  ]| Which from the cause, he calls a distant flight,
093:3,0327['  ]| And yet no larger leap than from the sun the light.
093:3,0328['  ]| Now last your sons a double Pa*ean sound,
093:3,0329['  ]| A \Treatise of Humility\ is found.
093:3,0330['  ]| 'Tis found, but better it had ne'er been sought
093:3,0331['  ]| Than thus in Protestant procession brought.
093:3,0332['  ]| The fam'd original through \Spain\ is known,
093:3,0333['  ]| \Rodriguez\ work, my celebrated son,
093:3,0334['  ]| Which yours, by ill-translating made his own,
093:3,0335['  ]| Conceal'd its authour, and usurp'd the name,
093:3,0336['  ]| The basest and ignoblest theft of fame.
093:3,0337['  ]| My Altars kindl'd first that living coal,
093:3,0338['  ]| Restore, or practice better what you stole:
093:3,0339['  ]| That vertue could this humble verse inspire,
093:3,0340['  ]| 'Tis all the restitution I require.
093:3,0341['  ]| Glad was the \Panther\ that the charge was clos'd,
093:3,0342['  ]| And none of all her fav'rite sons expos'd.
093:3,0343['  ]| For laws of arms permit each injur'd man,
093:3,0344['  ]| To make himself a saver where he can.
093:3,0345['  ]| Perhaps the plunder'd merchant cannot tell
093:3,0346['  ]| The names of Pirates in whose hands he fell:
093:3,0347['  ]| But at the den of thieves he justly flies,
093:3,0348['  ]| And ev'ry \Algerine\ is lawfull prize.
093:3,0349['  ]| No private person in the foes estate
093:3,0350['  ]| Can plead exemption from the publick fate.
093:3,0351['  ]| Yet Christian laws allow not such redress;
093:3,0352['  ]| Then let the greater supersede the less.
093:3,0353['  ]| But let th' Abbettors of the \Panther's\ crime
093:3,0354['  ]| Learn to make fairer wars another time.
093:3,0355['  ]| Some characters may sure be found to write
093:3,0356['  ]| Among her sons, for 'tis no common sight
093:3,0357['  ]| A spotted Dam, and all her offspring white.
093:3,0358['  ]| The Salvage, though she saw her plea controll'd,
093:3,0359['  ]| Yet wou'd not wholly seem to quit her hold,
093:3,0360['  ]| But offer'd fairly to compound the strife;
093:3,0361['  ]| And judge conversion by the convert's life.
093:3,0362['  ]| 'Tis true, she said, I think it somewhat strange
093:3,0363['  ]| So few shou'd follow profitable change:
093:3,0364['  ]| For present joys are more to flesh and bloud,
093:3,0365['  ]| Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
093:3,0366['  ]| 'Twas well alluded by a son of mine,
093:3,0367['  ]| (I hope to quote him is not to purloin)
093:3,0368['  ]| Two magnets, heav'n and earth, allure to bliss,
093:3,0369['  ]| The larger loadstone that, the nearer this:
093:3,0370['  ]| The weak attraction of the greater fails,
093:3,0371['  ]| We nodd a-while, but neighbourhood prevails:
093:3,0372['  ]| But when the greater proves the nearer too,
093:3,0373['  ]| I wonder more your converts come so slow.
093:3,0374['  ]| Methinks in those who firm with me remain,
093:3,0375['  ]| It shows a nobler principle than gain.
093:3,0376['  ]| Your inf'rence wou'd be strong (the \Hind\ reply'd)
093:3,0377['  ]| If yours were in effect the suff'ring side:
093:3,0378['  ]| Your clergy sons their own in peace possess,
093:3,0379['  ]| Nor are their prospects in reversion less.
093:3,0380['  ]| My Proselytes are struck with awfull dread,
093:3,0381['  ]| Your bloudy Comet-laws hang blazing o're their head.
093:3,0382['  ]| The respite they enjoy but onely lent,
093:3,0383['  ]| The best they have to hope, protracted punishment.
093:3,0384['  ]| Be judge your self, if int'rest may prevail,
093:3,0385['  ]| Which motives, yours or mine, will turn the scale.
093:3,0386['  ]| While pride and pomp allure, and plenteous ease,
093:3,0387['  ]| That is, till man's predominant passions cease,
093:3,0388['  ]| Admire no longer at my slow encrease.
093:3,0389['  ]| By education most have been misled,
093:3,0390['  ]| So they believe, because they so were bred.
093:3,0391['  ]| The \Priest\ continues what the nurse began,
093:3,0392['  ]| And thus the child imposes on the man.
093:3,0393['  ]| The rest I nam'd before, nor need repeat:
093:3,0394['  ]| But int'rest is the most prevailing cheat,
093:3,0395['  ]| The sly seducer both of age and youth;
093:3,0396['  ]| They study that, and think they study truth:
093:3,0397['  ]| When int'rest fortifies the argument
093:3,0398['  ]| Weak reason serves to gain the wills assent;
093:3,0399['  ]| For souls already warp'd receive an easie bent.
093:3,0400['  ]| Add long prescription of establish'd laws,
093:3,0401['  ]| And picque of honour to maintain a cause,
093:3,0402['  ]| And shame of change, and fear of future ill,
093:3,0403['  ]| And Zeal, the blind conductor of the will,
093:3,0404['  ]| And chief among the still mistaking crowd,
093:3,0405['  ]| The fame of teachers obstinate and proud,
093:3,0406['  ]| And more than all, the private Judge allow'd.
093:3,0407['  ]| Disdain of Fathers which the daunce began,
093:3,0408['  ]| And last, uncertain who's the narrower span,
093:3,0409['  ]| The clown unread, and half-read gentleman.
093:3,0410['  ]| To this the \Panther\, with a scornfull smile:
093:3,0411['  ]| Yet still you travail with unwearied toil,
093:3,0412['  ]| And range around the realms without controll
093:3,0413['  ]| Among my sons, for Proselytes to prole,
093:3,0414['  ]| And here and there you snap some silly soul.
093:3,0415['  ]| You hinted fears of future change in state,
093:3,0416['  ]| Pray heav'n you did not prophesie your fate;
093:3,0417['  ]| Perhaps you think your time of triumph near,
093:3,0418['  ]| But may mistake the season of the year;
093:3,0419['  ]| The \Swallows\ fortune gives you cause to fear.
093:3,0420['  ]| For charity (reply'd the Matron) tell
093:3,0421['  ]| What sad mischance those pretty birds befell.
093:3,0422['  ]| Nay, no mischance, (the salvage Dame reply'd)
093:3,0423['  ]| But want of wit in their unerring guide,
093:3,0424['  ]| And eager haste, and gaudy hopes, and giddy pride.
093:3,0425['  ]| Yet, wishing timely warning may prevail,
093:3,0426['  ]| Make you the moral, and I'll tell the tale.
093:3,0427['  ]| The \Swallow\, privileg'd above the rest
093:3,0428['  ]| Of all the birds, as man's familiar Guest,
093:3,0429['  ]| Pursues the Sun in summer brisk and bold,
093:3,0430['  ]| But wisely shuns the persecuting cold:
093:3,0431['  ]| Is well to chancels and to chimneys known,
093:3,0432['  ]| Though 'tis not thought she feeds on smoak alone.
093:3,0433['  ]| From hence she has been held of heav'nly line,
093:3,0434['  ]| Endu'd with particles of soul divine.
093:3,0435['  ]| This merry Chorister has long possess'd
093:3,0436['  ]| Her summer seat, and feather'd well her nest:
093:3,0437['  ]| Till frowning skys began to change their chear
093:3,0438['  ]| And time turn'd up the wrong side of the year;
093:3,0439['  ]| The shedding trees began the ground to strow
093:3,0440['  ]| With yellow leaves, and bitter blasts to blow.
093:3,0441['  ]| Sad auguries of winter thence she drew,
093:3,0442['  ]| Which by instinct, or Prophecy, she knew:
093:3,0443['  ]| When prudence warn'd her to remove betimes
093:3,0444['  ]| And seek a better heav'n, and warmer clymes.
093:3,0445['  ]| Her sons were summon'd on a steeples height,
093:3,0446['  ]| And, call'd in common council, vote a flight;
093:3,0447['  ]| The day was nam'd, the next that shou'd be fair,
093:3,0448['  ]| All to the gen'ral 9rendezvouz repair,
093:3,0449['  ]| They try their flutt'ring wings and trust themselves in air.
093:3,0450['  ]| But whether upward to the moon they go,
093:3,0451['  ]| Or dream the winter out in caves below,
093:3,0452['  ]| Or hawk at flies elsewhere, concerns not us to know.
093:3,0453['  ]| Southwards, you may be sure, they bent their flight,
093:3,0454['  ]| And harbour'd in a hollow rock at night:
093:3,0455['  ]| Next morn they rose and set up ev'ry sail,
093:3,0456['  ]| The wind was fair, but blew a \mackrel\ gale:
093:3,0457['  ]| The sickly young sat shivring on the shoar,
093:3,0458['  ]| Abhorr'd salt-water never seen before,
093:3,0459['  ]| And pray'd their tender mothers to delay
093:3,0460['  ]| The passage, and expect a fairer day.
093:3,0461['  ]| With these the \Martyn\ readily concurr'd,
093:3,0462['  ]| A church-begot, and church-believing bird;
093:3,0463['  ]| Of little body, but of lofty mind,
093:3,0464['  ]| Round belly'd, for a dignity design'd,
093:3,0465['  ]| And much a dunce, as \Martyns\ are by kind:
093:3,0466['  ]| Yet often quoted Cannon-laws, and \Code\,
093:3,0467['  ]| And Fathers which he never understood,
093:3,0468['  ]| But little learning needs in noble bloud.
093:3,0469['  ]| For, sooth to say, the \Swallow\ brought him in,
093:3,0470['  ]| Her houshold Chaplain, and her next of kin.
093:3,0471['  ]| In Superstition silly to excess,
093:3,0472['  ]| And casting Schemes, by planetary guess:
093:3,0473['  ]| In fine, shortwing'd, unfit himself to fly,
093:3,0474['  ]| His fear foretold foul weather in the sky.
093:3,0475['  ]| Besides, a \Raven\ from a wither'd Oak,
093:3,0476['  ]| Left of their lodging, was observ'd to croke.
093:3,0477['  ]| That Omen lik'd him not, so his advice
093:3,0478['  ]| Was present safety, bought at any price:
093:3,0479['  ]| (A seeming pious care, that cover'd cowardise.)
093:3,0480['  ]| To strengthen this, he told a boding dream,
093:3,0481['  ]| Of rising waters, and a troubl'd stream,
093:3,0482['  ]| Sure signs of anguish, dangers and distress,
093:3,0483['  ]| With something more not lawfull to express:
093:3,0484['  ]| By which he slyly seem'd to intimate
093:3,0485['  ]| Some secret revelation of their fate.
093:3,0486['  ]| For he concluded, once upon a time,
093:3,0487['  ]| He found a leaf inscrib'd with sacred rime,
093:3,0488['  ]| Whose antique characters did well denote
093:3,0489['  ]| The \Sibyl's\ hand of the \Cuma*ean\ Grott:
093:3,0490['  ]| The mad Divineress had plainly writ,
093:3,0491['  ]| A time shou'd come (but many ages yet,)
093:3,0492['  ]| In which, sinister destinies ordain,
093:3,0493['  ]| A \Dame\ shou'd drown with all her feather'd train,
093:3,0494['  ]| And seas from thence be call'd the \Chelidonian\ main.
093:3,0495['  ]| At this, some shook for fear, the more devout
093:3,0496['  ]| Arose, and bless'd themselves from head to foot.
093:3,0497['  ]| 'Tis true, some stagers of the wiser sort
093:3,0498['  ]| Made all these idle wonderments their sport:
093:3,0499['  ]| They said, their onely danger was delay,
093:3,0500['  ]| And he who heard what ev'ry fool cou'd say,
093:3,0501['  ]| Wou'd never fix his thoughts, but trim his time away.
093:3,0502['  ]| The passage yet was good, the wind, 'tis true,
093:3,0503['  ]| Was somewhat high, but that was nothing new,
093:3,0504['  ]| Nor more than usual \Equinoxes\ blew.
093:3,0505['  ]| The Sun (already from the scales declin'd)
093:3,0506['  ]| Gave little hopes of better days behind,
093:3,0507['  ]| But change from bad to worse of weather and of wind.
093:3,0508['  ]| Nor need they fear the dampness of the Sky
093:3,0509['  ]| Should flag their wings, and hinder them to fly,
093:3,0510['  ]| 'Twas onely water thrown on sails too dry.
093:3,0511['  ]| But, least of all \Philosophy\ presumes
093:3,0512['  ]| Of truth in dreams, from melancholy fumes:
093:3,0513['  ]| Perhaps the \Martyn\, hous'd in holy ground,
093:3,0514['  ]| Might think of Ghosts that walk their midnight round,
093:3,0515['  ]| Till grosser atoms tumbling in the stream
093:3,0516['  ]| Of fancy, madly met and clubb'd into a dream.
093:3,0517['  ]| As little weight his vain presages bear,
093:3,0518['  ]| Of ill effect to such alone who fear.
093:3,0519['  ]| Most prophecies are of a piece with these,
093:3,0520['  ]| Each \Nostradamus\ can foretell with ease:
093:3,0521['  ]| Not naming persons, and confounding times,
093:3,0522['  ]| One casual truth supports a thousand lying rimes.
093:3,0523['  ]| Th' advice was true, but fear had seiz'd the most,
093:3,0524['  ]| And all good councel is on cowards lost.
093:3,0525['  ]| The question crudely put, to shun delay,
093:3,0526['  ]| 'Twas carry'd by the \major part to stay.
093:3,0527['  ]| His point thus gain'd, Sir \Martyn\ dated thence
093:3,0528['  ]| His pow'r, and from a Priest became a Prince.
093:3,0529['  ]| He order'd all things with a busie care,
093:3,0530['  ]| And cells, and refectories did prepare,
093:3,0531['  ]| And large provisions lay'd of winter fare:
093:3,0532['  ]| But now and then let fall a word or two
093:3,0533['  ]| Of hope, that heav'n some miracle might show,
093:3,0534['  ]| And, for their sakes, the sun shou'd backward go;
093:3,0535['  ]| Against the laws of nature upward climb,
093:3,0536['  ]| And, mounted on the \Ram\, renew the prime:
093:3,0537['  ]| For which two proofs in Sacred story lay,
093:3,0538['  ]| Of \Ahaz\ dial, and of \Joshuah's\ day.
093:3,0539['  ]| In expectation of such times as these
093:3,0540['  ]| A chapell hous'd 'em, truly call'd of ease:
093:3,0541['  ]| For \Martyn\ much devotion did not ask,
093:3,0542['  ]| They pray'd sometimes, and that was all their task.
093:3,0543['  ]| It happen'd (as beyond the reach of wit
093:3,0544['  ]| Blind prophecies may have a lucky hit)
093:3,0545['  ]| That, this accomplish'd, or at least in part,
093:3,0546['  ]| Gave great repute to their new \Merlin's\ art.
093:3,0547['  ]| Some \Swifts\, the Gyants of the \Swallow\ kind,
093:3,0548['  ]| Large limb'd, stout-hearted, but of stupid mind,
093:3,0549['  ]| (For \Swisses\, or for \Gibeonites\ design'd,)
093:3,0550['  ]| These Lubbers, peeping through a broken pane,
093:3,0551['  ]| To suck fresh air, survey'd the neighbouring plain,
093:3,0552['  ]| And saw (but scarcely cou'd believe their eyes)
093:3,0553['  ]| New blossoms flourish, and new flow'rs arise;
093:3,0554['  ]| As God had been abroad, and walking there,
093:3,0555['  ]| Had left his foot-steps, and reform'd the year:
093:3,0556['  ]| The sunny hills from far were seen to glow
093:3,0557['  ]| With glittering beams, and in the meads below
093:3,0558['  ]| The burnish'd brooks appear'd with liquid gold to flow.
093:3,0559['  ]| At last they heard the foolish \Cuckow\ sing,
093:3,0560['  ]| Whose note proclaim'd the holy day of spring.
093:3,0561['  ]| No longer doubting, all prepare to fly,
093:3,0562['  ]| And repossess their patrimonial sky.
093:3,0563['  ]| The \Priest\ before 'em did his wings display;
093:3,0564['  ]| And, that good omens might attend their way,
093:3,0565['  ]| As luck wou'd have it, 'twas St% \Martyn's\ day.
093:3,0566['  ]| Who but the \Swallow\ now triumphs alone?
093:3,0567['  ]| The Canopy of heaven is all her own,
093:3,0568['  ]| Her youthfull offspring to their haunts repair;
093:3,0569['  ]| And glide along in glades, and skim in air,
093:3,0570['  ]| And dip for insects in the purling springs,
093:3,0571['  ]| And stoop on rivers to refresh their wings.
093:3,0572['  ]| Their mothers think a fair provision made,
093:3,0573['  ]| That ev'ry son can live upon his trade,
093:3,0574['  ]| And now the carefull charge is off their hands,
093:3,0575['  ]| Look out for husbands, and new nuptial bands:
093:3,0576['  ]| The youthfull widow longs to be supply'd;
093:3,0577['  ]| But first the lover is by Lawyers ty'd
093:3,0578['  ]| To settle jointure-chimneys on the bride.
093:3,0579['  ]| So thick they couple, in so short a space,
093:3,0580['  ]| That \Martyns\ marr'age offrings rise apace;
093:3,0581['  ]| Their ancient houses, running to decay,
093:3,0582['  ]| Are furbish'd up, and cemented with clay;
093:3,0583['  ]| They teem already; store of eggs are laid,
093:3,0584['  ]| And brooding mothers call \Lucina's\ aid.
093:3,0585['  ]| Fame spreads the news, and foreign fowls appear
093:3,0586['  ]| In flocks to greet the new returning year,
093:3,0587['  ]| To bless the founder, and partake the cheer.
093:3,0588['  ]| And now 'twas time (so fast their numbers rise)
093:3,0589['  ]| To plant abroad, and people colonies;
093:3,0590['  ]| The youth drawn forth, as \Martyn\ had desir'd,
093:3,0591['  ]| (For so their cruel destiny requir'd)
093:3,0592['  ]| Were set far off on an ill fated day;
093:3,0593['  ]| The rest wou'd need conduct 'em on their way,
093:3,0594['  ]| And \Martyn\ went, because he fear'd alone to stay.
093:3,0595['  ]| So long they flew with inconsiderate haste
093:3,0596['  ]| That now their afternoon began to waste;
093:3,0597['  ]| And, what was ominous, that very morn
093:3,0598['  ]| The Sun was entr'd into \Capricorn\;
093:3,0599['  ]| Which, by their bad Astronomers account,
093:3,0600['  ]| That week the virgin balance shou'd remount;
093:3,0601['  ]| An infant moon eclips'd him in his way,
093:3,0602['  ]| And hid the small remainders of his day:
093:3,0603['  ]| The crowd amaz'd, pursu'd no certain mark;
093:3,0604['  ]| But birds met birds, and justled in the dark;
093:3,0605['  ]| Few mind the publick in a Panick fright;
093:3,0606['  ]| And fear increas'd the horrour of the night.
093:3,0607['  ]| Night came, but unattended with repose,
093:3,0608['  ]| Alone she came, no sleep their eyes to close,
093:3,0609['  ]| Alone, and black she came, no friendly stars arose.
093:3,0610['  ]| What shou'd they doe, beset with dangers round,
093:3,0611['  ]| No neighb'ring Dorp, no lodging to be found,
093:3,0612['  ]| But bleaky plains, and bare unhospitable ground?
093:3,0613['  ]| The latter brood, who just began to fly
093:3,0614['  ]| Sick-feather'd, and unpractis'd in the sky,
093:3,0615['  ]| For succour to their helpless mother call,
093:3,0616['  ]| She spread her wings; some few beneath 'em craul,
093:3,0617['  ]| She spread 'em wider yet, but cou'd not cover all.
093:3,0618['  ]| T' augment their woes, the winds began to move
093:3,0619['  ]| Debate in air, for empty fields above,
093:3,0620['  ]| Till \Boreas\ got the skyes, and powr'd amain
093:3,0621['  ]| His ratling hail-stones mix'd with snow and rain.
093:3,0622['  ]| The joyless morning late arose, and found
093:3,0623['  ]| A dreadfull desolation reign a-round,
093:3,0624['  ]| Some buried in the Snow, some frozen to the ground:
093:3,0625['  ]| The rest were struggling still with death, and lay
093:3,0626['  ]| The \Crows\ and \Ravens\ rights, and undefended prey;
093:3,0627['  ]| Excepting \Martyn's\ race, for they and he
093:3,0628['  ]| Had gain'd the shelter of a hollow tree,
093:3,0629['  ]| But soon discover'd by a sturdy clown,
093:3,0630['  ]| He headed all the rabble of a town,
093:3,0631['  ]| And finish'd 'em with bats, or poll'd 'em down.
093:3,0632['  ]| \Martyn\ himself was caught a-live, and try'd
093:3,0633['  ]| For treas'nous crimes, because the laws provide
093:3,0634['  ]| No \Martyn\ there in winter shall abide.
093:3,0635['  ]| High on an Oak which never leaf shall bear,
093:3,0636['  ]| He breath'd his last, expos'd to open air,
093:3,0637['  ]| And there his corps, unbless'd, are hanging still,
093:3,0638['  ]| To show the change of winds with his prophetick bill.
093:3,0639['  ]| The patience of the \Hind\ did almost fail,
093:3,0640['  ]| For well she mark'd the malice of the tale:
093:3,0641['  ]| Which Ribbald art their church to \Luther\ owes,
093:3,0642['  ]| In malice it began, by malice grows,
093:3,0643['  ]| He sow'd the \Serpent's\ teeth, an iron-harvest rose.
093:3,0644['  ]| But most in \Martyn's\ character and fate,
093:3,0645['  ]| She saw her slander'd sons, the \Panther's\ hate,
093:3,0646['  ]| The people's rage, the persecuting state:
093:3,0647['  ]| Then said, I take th' advice in friendly part,
093:3,0648['  ]| You clear your conscience, or at least your heart:
093:3,0649['  ]| Perhaps you fail'd in our fore-seeing skill,
093:3,0650['  ]| For \Swallows\ are unlucky birds to kill:
093:3,0651['  ]| As for my sons, the family is bless'd,
093:3,0652['  ]| Whose ev'ry child is equal to the rest:
093:3,0653['  ]| No church reform'd can boast a blameless line;
093:3,0654['  ]| Such \Martyns\ build in yours, and more than mine:
093:3,0655['  ]| Or else an old fanatick Authour lyes
093:3,0656['  ]| Who summ'd their Scandals up by Centuries.
093:3,0657['  ]| But, through your parable I plainly see
093:3,0658['  ]| The bloudy laws, the crowds barbarity:
093:3,0659['  ]| The sun-shine that offends the purblind sight,
093:3,0660['  ]| Had some their wishes, it wou'd soon be night.
093:3,0661['  ]| Mistake me not, the charge concerns not you,
093:3,0662['  ]| Your sons are male-contents, but yet are true,
093:3,0663['  ]| As far as non-resistance makes 'em so,
093:3,0664['  ]| But that's a word of neutral sense you know,
093:3,0665['  ]| A passive term which no relief will bring,
093:3,0666['  ]| But trims betwixt a rebell and a king.
093:3,0667['  ]| Rest well assur'd the \Pardelis\ reply'd,
093:3,0668['  ]| My sons wou'd all support the regal side,
093:3,0669['  ]| Though heav'n forbid the cause by batttel shou'd be try'd.
093:3,0670['  ]| The Matron answer'd with a loud Amen,
093:3,0671['  ]| And thus pursu'd her argument agen.
093:3,0672['  ]| If as you say, and as I hope no less,
093:3,0673['  ]| Your sons will practise what your self profess,
093:3,0674['  ]| What angry pow'r prevents our present peace?
093:3,0675['  ]| The \Lyon\, studious of our common good,
093:3,0676['  ]| Desires, (and Kings desires are ill withstood,)
093:3,0677['  ]| To join our Nations in a lasting love;
093:3,0678['  ]| The barrs betwixt are easie to remove,
093:3,0679['  ]| For sanguinary laws were never made above.
093:3,0680['  ]| If you condemn that Price of Tyranny
093:3,0681['  ]| Whose mandate forc'd your \Gallick\ friends to fly,
093:3,0682['  ]| Make not a worse example of your own,
093:3,0683['  ]| Or cease to rail at causeless rigour shown,
093:3,0684['  ]| And let the guiltless person throw the stone.
093:3,0685['  ]| His blunted sword, your suff'ring brotherhood
093:3,0686['  ]| Have seldom felt, he stops it short of bloud:
093:3,0687['  ]| But you have ground the persecuting knife,
093:3,0688['  ]| And set it to a razor edge on life.
093:3,0689['  ]| Curs'd be the wit which cruelty refines,
093:3,0690['  ]| Or to his father's rod the \Scorpion\ joins;
093:3,0691['  ]| Your finger is more gross than the great Monarch's loins.
093:3,0692['  ]| But you perhaps remove that bloudy note,
093:3,0693['  ]| And stick it on the first Reformers coat.
093:3,0694['  ]| Oh let their crime in long oblivion sleep,
093:3,0695['  ]| 'Twas theirs indeed to make, 'tis yours to keep.
093:3,0696['  ]| Unjust, or just, is all the question now,
093:3,0697['  ]| 'Tis plain, that not repealing you allow.
093:3,0698['  ]| To name the \Test\ wou'd put you in a rage,
093:3,0699['  ]| You charge not that on any former age,
093:3,0700['  ]| But smile to think how innocent you stand
093:3,0701['  ]| Arm'd by a weapon put into your hand.
093:3,0702['  ]| Yet still remember that you weild a sword
093:3,0703['  ]| Forg'd by your foes against your Sovereign Lord,
093:3,0704['  ]| Design'd to hew th' imperial Cedar down,
093:3,0705['  ]| Defraud Succession, and dis-heir the Crown.
093:3,0706['  ]| T' abhor the makers, and their laws approve,
093:3,0707['  ]| Is to hate Traytors, and the treason love.
093:3,0708['  ]| What means it else, which now your children say,
093:3,0709['  ]| We made it not, nor will we take away?
093:3,0710['  ]| Suppose some great Oppressor had by slight
093:3,0711['  ]| Of law, disseis'd your brother of his right,
093:3,0712['  ]| Your common sire surrendring in a fright;
093:3,0713['  ]| Would you to that unrighteous title stand,
093:3,0714['  ]| Left by the villain's will to heir the land?
093:3,0715['  ]| More just was \Judas\, who his Savior sold;
093:3,0716['  ]| The sacrilegious bribe he cou'd not hold,
093:3,0717['  ]| Nor hang in peace, before he rendr'd back the gold.
093:3,0718['  ]| What more could you have done, than now you doe,
093:3,0719['  ]| Had \Oates\ and \Bedlow\, and their Plot been true?
093:3,0720['  ]| Some specious reasons for those wrongs were found;
093:3,0721['  ]| The dire Magicians threw their mists around,
093:3,0722['  ]| And wise men walk'd as on inchanted ground.
093:3,0723['  ]| But now when time has made th' imposture plain,
093:3,0724['  ]| (Late though he follow'd truth, & limping held her train,)
093:3,0725['  ]| What new delusion charms your cheated eyes again?
093:3,0726['  ]| The painted Harlot might awhile bewitch,
093:3,0727['  ]| But why the Hag uncas'd, and all obscene with itch?
093:3,0728['  ]| The first Reformers were a modest race,
093:3,0729['  ]| Our Peers possess'd in peace their native place:
093:3,0730['  ]| And when rebellious arms o'return'd the state,
093:3,0731['  ]| They suffer'd onely in the common fate;
093:3,0732['  ]| But now the Sov'reign mounts the regal chair
093:3,0733['  ]| And mitr'd seats are full, yet \David's\ bench is bare:
093:3,0734['  ]| Your answer is, they were not dispossess'd,
093:3,0735['  ]| They need but rub their mettle on the \Test\
093:3,0736['  ]| To prove their ore: 'twere well if gold alone
093:3,0737['  ]| Were touch'd and try'd on your discerning stone;
093:3,0738['  ]| But that unfaithfull \Test\, unfound will pass
093:3,0739['  ]| The dross of Atheists, and sectarian brass:
093:3,0740['  ]| As if th' experiment were made to hold
093:3,0741['  ]| For base productions, and reject the gold:
093:3,0742['  ]| Thus men ungodded may to places rise,
093:3,0743['  ]| And sects may be preferr'd without disguise:
093:3,0744['  ]| No danger to the church or state from these,
093:3,0745['  ]| The Papist onely has his Writ of ease.
093:3,0746['  ]| No gainfull office gives him the pretence
093:3,0747['  ]| To grind the Subject or defraud the Prince.
093:3,0748['  ]| Wrong conscience, or no conscience may deserve
093:3,0749['  ]| To thrive, but ours alone is privileg'd to sterve.
093:3,0750['  ]| Still thank your selves you cry, your noble race
093:3,0751['  ]| We banish not, but they forsake the place.
093:3,0752['  ]| Our doors are open: true, but e'er they come,
093:3,0753['  ]| You toss your censing \Test\, and fume the room;
093:3,0754['  ]| As if 'twere \Toby's\ rival to expell,
093:3,0755['  ]| And fright the fiend who could not bear the smell.
093:3,0756['  ]| To this the \Panther\ sharply had reply'd,
093:3,0757['  ]| But, having gain'd a Verdict on her side,
093:3,0758['  ]| She wisely gave the loser leave to chide;
093:3,0759['  ]| Well satisfy'd to have the But and peace,
093:3,0760['  ]| And for the Plaintiff's cause she car'd the less,
093:3,0761['  ]| Because she su'd in \7forma^ 7Pauperis\;
093:3,0762['  ]| Yet thought it decent something shou'd be said,
093:3,0763['  ]| For secret guilt by silence is betray'd:
093:3,0764['  ]| So neither granted all, nor much deny'd,
093:3,0765['  ]| But answer'd with a yawning kind of pride.
093:3,0766['  ]| Methinks such terms of proferr'd peace you bring
093:3,0767['  ]| As once \A*Eneas\ to th' \Italian\ King:
093:3,0768['  ]| By long possession all the land is mine,
093:3,0769['  ]| You strangers come with your intruding line,
093:3,0770['  ]| To share my sceptre, which you call to join.
093:3,0771['  ]| You plead like him an ancient Pedigree,
093:3,0772['  ]| And claim a peacefull seat by fates decree.
093:3,0773['  ]| In ready pomp your Sacrificer stands,
093:3,0774['  ]| T' unite the \Trojan\ and the \Latin\ bands,
093:3,0775['  ]| And that the League more firmly may be ty'd,
093:3,0776['  ]| Demand the fair \Lavinia\ for your bride.
093:3,0777['  ]| Thus plausibly you veil th' intended wrong,
093:3,0778['  ]| But still you bring your exil'd gods along;
093:3,0779['  ]| And will endeavour in succeeding space,
093:3,0780['  ]| Those houshold Poppits on our hearths to place.
093:3,0781['  ]| Perhaps some barb'rous laws have been preferr'd,
093:3,0782['  ]| I spake against the \Test\, but was not heard;
093:3,0783['  ]| These to rescind, and Peerage to restore,
093:3,0784['  ]| My gracious Sov'reign wo'd my vote implore:
093:3,0785['  ]| I owe him much, but owe my conscience more.
093:3,0786['  ]| Conscience is then your Plea, reply'd the Dame,
093:3,0787['  ]| Which well-inform'd will ever be the same.
093:3,0788['  ]| But yours is much of the \Camelion\ hew,
093:3,0789['  ]| To change the dye with ev'ry diff'rent view.
093:3,0790['  ]| When first the \Lyon\ sat with awfull sway
093:3,0791['  ]| Your conscience taught you duty to obey:
093:3,0792['  ]| He might have had your Statues and your \Test\,
093:3,0793['  ]| No conscience but of subjects was profess'd.
093:3,0794['  ]| He found your temper, and no farther try'd,
093:3,0795['  ]| But on that broken reed your church rely'd.
093:3,0796['  ]| In vain the sects assay'd their utmost art
093:3,0797['  ]| With offer'd treasure to espouse their part,
093:3,0798['  ]| Their treasures were a bribe too mean to move his heart.
093:3,0799['  ]| But when by long experience you had proov'd,
093:3,0800['  ]| How far he cou'd forgive, how well he lov'd;
093:3,0801['  ]| A goodness that excell'd his godlike race,
093:3,0802['  ]| And onely short of heav'ns unbounded grace,
093:3,0803['  ]| A floud of mercy that o'erflow'd our Isle,
093:3,0804['  ]| Calm in the rise, and fruitfull as the \Nile\;
093:3,0805['  ]| Forgetting whence your \A*Egypt\ was supply'd,
093:3,0806['  ]| You thought your Sov'reign bound to send the tide:
093:3,0807['  ]| Nor upward look'd on that immortal spring,
093:3,0808['  ]| But vainly deem'd, he durst not be a king:
093:3,0809['  ]| Then conscience, unrestrain'd by fear, began
093:3,0810['  ]| To stretch hr limits,and extend the span,
093:3,0811['  ]| Did his indulgence as her gift dispose,
093:3,0812['  ]| And made a wise  Alliance with her foes.
093:3,0813['  ]| Can conscience own th' associating name,
093:3,0814['  ]| And raise no blushes to conceal her shame?
093:3,0815['  ]| For sure she has been thought a bashfull Dame.
093:3,0816['  ]| But if the cause by battell shou'd be try'd,
093:3,0817['  ]| You grant she must espouse the regal side:
093:3,0818['  ]| O \Proteus\ Conscience, never to be ty'd!
093:3,0819['  ]| What \Pho*ebus\ from the \Tripod\ shall disclose,
093:3,0820['  ]| Which are in last resort, your friends or foes?
093:3,0821['  ]| \Homer\, who learn'd the language of the sky,
093:3,0822['  ]| The seeming \Gordian\ knot wou'd soon unty;
093:3,0823['  ]| Immortal pow'rs the term of conscience know,
093:3,0824['  ]| But int'rest is her name with men below.
093:3,0825['  ]| Conscience or int'rest be't, or both in one;
093:3,0826['  ]| (The \Panther\ answer'd in a surly tone,)
093:3,0827['  ]| The first commands me to maintain the Crown,
093:3,0828['  ]| The last forbids to throw my barriers down.
093:3,0829['  ]| Our penal laws no sons of yours admit,
093:3,0830['  ]| Our \Test\ excludes your Tribe from benefit.
093:3,0831['  ]| These are my banks your ocean to withstand,
093:3,0832['  ]| Which proudly rising overlooks the land:
093:3,0833['  ]| And once let in, with unresisted sway
093:3,0834['  ]| Wou'd sweep the Pastors and their flocks away.
093:3,0835['  ]| Think not my judgment leads me to comply
093:3,0836['  ]| With laws unjust, but hard necessity:
093:3,0837['  ]| Imperious need which cannot be withstood
093:3,0838['  ]| Makes ill authentick, for a greater good.
093:3,0839['  ]| Possess your soul with patience, and attend:
093:3,0840['  ]| A more auspicious Planet may ascend;
093:3,0841['  ]| Good fortune may present some happier time,
093:3,0842['  ]| With means to cancell my unwilling crime;
093:3,0843['  ]| (Unwilling, witness all ye Pow'rs above)
093:3,0844['  ]| To mend my errours and redeem your love:
093:3,0845['  ]| That little space you safely may allow,
093:3,0846['  ]| Your all-dispensing pow'r protects you now.
093:3,0847['  ]| Hold, said the \Hind\, 'tis needless to explain;
093:3,0848['  ]| You wou'd \postpone\ me to another reign:
093:3,0849['  ]| Till when you are content to be unjust,
093:3,0850['  ]| Your part is to possess, and mine to trust.
093:3,0851['  ]| A fair exchange propos'd of future chance,
093:3,0852['  ]| For present profit and inheritance:
093:3,0853['  ]| Few words will serve to finish our dispute,
093:3,0854['  ]| Who will not now repeal wou'd persecute;
093:3,0855['  ]| To ripen green revenge your hopes attend,
093:3,0856['  ]| Wishing that happier Planet wou'd ascend:
093:3,0857['  ]| For shame let Conscience be your Plea no more,
093:3,0858['  ]| To will hereafter, proves she might before;
093:3,0859['  ]| But she's a Bawd to gain, and holds the Door.
093:3,0860['  ]| Your care about your Banks, infers a fear
093:3,0861['  ]| Of threatning Floods, and Inundations near;
093:3,0862['  ]| If so, a just Reprise would only be
093:3,0863['  ]| Of what the Land usurp'd upon the Sea;
093:3,0864['  ]| And all your Jealousies but serve to show
093:3,0865['  ]| Your Ground is, like your Neighbour-Nation, low.
093:3,0866['  ]| T' intrench in what you grant unrighteous Laws,
093:3,0867['  ]| Is to distrust the justice of your Cause;
093:3,0868['  ]| And argues that the true Religion lyes
093:3,0869['  ]| In those weak Adversaries you despise.
093:3,0870['  ]| Tyrannick force is that which least you fear,
093:3,0871['  ]| The sound is frightfull in a Christian's ear;
093:3,0872['  ]| Avert it, Heav'n; nor let that Plague be sent
093:3,0873['  ]| To us from the dispeopled Continent.
093:3,0874['  ]| But Piety commands me to refrain;
093:3,0875['  ]| Those Pray'rs are needless in this Monarch's Reign.
093:3,0876['  ]| Behold! how he protects your Friends opprest,
093:3,0877['  ]| Receives the Banish'd, succours the Distress'd:
093:3,0878['  ]| Behold, for you may read an honest open Breast.
093:3,0879['  ]| He stand in Day-light, and disdains to hide
093:3,0880['  ]| An Act to which, by Honour he is ty'd,
093:3,0881['  ]| A generous, laudable, and Kingly Pride.
093:3,0882['  ]| Your \Test\ he would repeal, his Peers restore,
093:3,0883['  ]| This when he says he means, he means no more.
093:3,0884['  ]| Well, said the \Panther\, I believe him just,
093:3,0885['  ]| And yet ~~ 
093:3,0885['  ]| And yet, 'Tis but because you must,
093:3,0886['  ]| You would be trusted, but you would not trust.
093:3,0887['  ]| The \Hind\ thus briefly, and disdain'd t' inlarge
093:3,0888['  ]| On Pow'r of Kings, and their Superiour charge,
093:3,0889['  ]| As Heav'ns Trustees before the Peoples choice:
093:3,0890['  ]| Tho' sure the \Panther\ did not much rejoyce
093:3,0891['  ]| To hear those Echo's giv'n of her once Loyal voice.
093:3,0892['  ]| The Matron woo'd her Kindness to the last,
093:3,0893['  ]| But cou'd not win; her hour of Grace was past.
093:3,0894['  ]| Whom thus persisting when she could not bring
093:3,0895['  ]| To leave the \Woolf\, and to believe her King,
093:3,0896['  ]| She gave Her up, and fairly wish'd her Joy
093:3,0897['  ]| Of her late Treaty with her new Ally:
093:3,0898['  ]| Which well she hop'd wou'd more successfull prove,
093:3,0899['  ]| Than was the \Pigeons\ and the \Buzzards\ love.
093:3,0900['  ]| The \Panther\ ask'd, what concord there cou'd be
093:3,0901['  ]| Betwixt two kinds whose Natures disagree?
093:3,0902['  ]| The Dame reply'd, 'Tis sung in ev'ry Street,
093:3,0903['  ]| The common chat of Gossips when they meet:
093:3,0904['  ]| But, since unheard by you, 'tis worth your while
093:3,0905['  ]| To take a wholesome Tale, tho' told in homely stile.
093:3,0906['  ]| A Plain good Man, whose Name is understood,
093:3,0907['  ]| (So few deserve the name of Plain and Good)
093:3,0908['  ]| Of three fair lineal Lordships stood possess'd,
093:3,0909['  ]| And liv'd, as reason was, upon the best;
093:3,0910['  ]| Inur'd to hardships from his early Youth,
093:3,0911['  ]| Much had he done, and suffer'd for his truth:
093:3,0912['  ]| At Land, and Sea, in many a doubtfull Fight,
093:3,0913['  ]| Was never known a more adven'trous Knight,
093:3,0914['  ]| Who oftner drew his Sword, and always for the right.
093:3,0915['  ]| As Fortune wou'd (his fortune came tho' late)
093:3,0916['  ]| He took Possession of his just Estate:
093:3,0917['  ]| Nor rack'd his Tenants with increase of Rent,
093:3,0918['  ]| Nor liv'd too sparing, nor too largely spent;
093:3,0919['  ]| But overlook'd his Hinds, their Pay was just,
093:3,0920['  ]| And ready, for he scorn'd to go on trust:
093:3,0921['  ]| Slow to resolve, but in performance quick;
093:3,0922['  ]| So true, that he was awkard at a trick.
093:3,0923['  ]| For little Souls on little shifts rely,
093:3,0924['  ]| And coward Arts of mean Expedients try:
093:3,0925['  ]| The noble Mind will dare do any thing but lye.
093:3,0926['  ]| False Friends, (his deadliest foes,) could find no way
093:3,0927['  ]| But shows of honest bluntness to betray;
093:3,0928['  ]| That unsuspected plainness he believ'd,
093:3,0929['  ]| He look'd into Himself, and was deceiv'd.
093:3,0930['  ]| Some lucky Planet sure attends his Birth,
093:3,0931['  ]| Or Heav'n wou'd make a Miracle on Earth;
093:3,0932['  ]| For prosp'rous Honesty is seldom seen;
093:3,0933['  ]| To bear so dead a weight, and yet to win.
093:3,0934['  ]| It looks as Fate with Nature's Law would strive,
093:3,0935['  ]| To shew Plain dealing once an age may thrive:
093:3,0936['  ]| And, when so tough a frame she could not bend,
093:3,0937['  ]| Exceeded her Commission to befriend.
093:3,0938['  ]| This gratefull man, as Heav'n encreas'd his Store,
093:3,0939['  ]| Gave God again, and daily fed his Poor;
093:3,0940['  ]| His House with all convenience was purvey'd,
093:3,0941['  ]| The rest he found, but rais'd the Fabrick where he pray'd;
093:3,0942['  ]| And in that Sacred Place, his beauteous Wife
093:3,0943['  ]| Employ'd Her happiest hours of Holy Life.
093:3,0944['  ]| Nor did their Alms extend to those alone
093:3,0945['  ]| Whom common Faith more strictly made their own,
093:3,0946['  ]| A sort of \Doves\ were hous'd too near their Hall,
093:3,0947['  ]| Who cross the Proverb, and abound with Gall.
093:3,0948['  ]| Tho' some 'tis true, are passively inclin'd,
093:3,0949['  ]| The greater Part degenerate from their kind;
093:3,0950['  ]| Voracious Birds, that hotly Bill and breed,
093:3,0951['  ]| And largely drink, because on Salt they feed. 
093:3,0952['  ]| Small Gain from them their Bounteous Owner draws,
093:3,0953['  ]| Yet, bound by Promise, he supports their Cause,
093:3,0954['  ]| As Corporations priviledg'd by Laws.
093:3,0955['  ]| That House which harbour to their kind affords
093:3,0956['  ]| Was built, long since, God knows, for better Birds;
093:3,0957['  ]| But flutt'ring there they nestle near the Throne,
093:3,0958['  ]| And lodge in Habitations not their own,
093:3,0959['  ]| By their high Crops, and Corny Gizzards known.
093:3,0960['  ]| Like \Harpy's\ they could scent a plenteous board,
093:3,0961['  ]| Then to be sure they never fail'd their Lord.
093:3,0962['  ]| The rest was form, and bare Attendance paid,
093:3,0963['  ]| They drunk, and eat, and grudgingly obey'd.
093:3,0964['  ]| The more they fed, they raven'd still for more,
093:3,0965['  ]| They drain'd from \Dan\, and left \Beersheba\ poor;
093:3,0966['  ]| All this they had by law, and none repin'd,
093:3,0967['  ]| The pref'rence was but due to \Levi's\ Kind,
093:3,0968['  ]| But when some Lay-preferment fell by chance
093:3,0969['  ]| The Gourmands made it their Inheritance.
093:3,0970['  ]| When once possess'd, they never quit their Claim,
093:3,0971['  ]| For then 'tis sanctify'd to Heav'ns high Name;
093:3,0972['  ]| And Hallow'd thus they cannot give Consent,
093:3,0973['  ]| The Gift should be prophan'd by Worldly management.
093:3,0974['  ]| Their Flesh was never to the Table serv'd,
093:3,0975['  ]| Tho' 'tis not thence inferr'd the Birds were starv'd;
093:3,0976['  ]| But that their Master did not like the Food,
093:3,0977['  ]| As rank, and breeding Melancholy Blood.
093:3,0978['  ]| Nor did it with His Gracious Nature suite,
093:3,0979['  ]| Ev'n tho' they were not \Doves\, to persecute:
093:3,0980['  ]| Yet He refus'd, (nor could they take Offence)
093:3,0981['  ]| Their Glutton Kind should teach him abstinence.
093:3,0982['  ]| Nor Consecrated Grain their Wheat he thought,
093:3,0983['  ]| Which new from treading in their Bills they brought:
093:3,0984['  ]| But left his Hinds each in his Private Pow'r,
093:3,0985['  ]| That those who like the Bran might leave the Flow'r.
093:3,0986['  ]| He for himself, and not for others chose,
093:3,0987['  ]| Nor would He be impos'd on, nor impose;
093:3,0988['  ]| But in their Faces His Devotion paid,
093:3,0989['  ]| And Sacrifice with Solemn Rites was made,
093:3,0990['  ]| And Sacred Incense on His Altars laid.
093:3,0991['  ]| Besides these jolly Birds whose Crops impure,
093:3,0992['  ]| Repay'd their Commons with their Salt Manure;
093:3,0993['  ]| Another Farm he had behind his House,
093:3,0994['  ]| Not overstock't, but barely for his use;
093:3,0995['  ]| Wherein his poor Domestick Poultry fed,
093:3,0996['  ]| And from His Pious Hands receiv'd their Bread.
093:3,0997['  ]| Our pamper'd \Pigeons\ with malignant Eyes,
093:3,0998['  ]| Beheld these Inmates, and their Nurseries:
093:3,0999['  ]| Tho' hard their fare, and Ev'ning, and at Morn
093:3,1000['  ]| A Cruise of Water and an Ear of corn;
093:3,1001['  ]| Yet still they grudg'd that Modicum, and thought
093:3,1002['  ]| A Sheaf in ev'ry single Grain was brought;
093:3,1003['  ]| Fain would they filch that little Food away,
093:3,1004['  ]| While unrestrain'd those happy Gluttons prey.
093:3,1005['  ]| And much they griev'd to see so nigh their Hall,
093:3,1006['  ]| The Bird that warn'd St% \Peter\ of his Fall; 
093:3,1007['  ]| That he should raise his miter'd Crest on high,
093:3,1008['  ]| And clap his Wings, and call his Family
093:3,1009['  ]| To Sacred Rites; and vex th' Etherial Pow'rs
093:3,1010['  ]| With midnight Mattins, at uncivil Hours:
093:3,1011['  ]| Nay more, his quiet Neighbours should molest,
093:3,1012['  ]| Just in the sweetness of their Morning rest.
093:3,1013['  ]| Beast of a Bird, supinely when he might
093:3,1014['  ]| Lye snugg and sleep, to rise before the light:
093:3,1015['  ]| What if his dull Forefathers us'd that cry,
093:3,1016['  ]| Cou'd he not let a Bad Example dye?
093:3,1017['  ]| The World was fall'n into an easier way,
093:3,1018['  ]| This Age knew better, than to Fast and Pray.
093:3,1019['  ]| Good Sense in Sacred Worship would appear
093:3,1020['  ]| So to begin, as they might end the year.
093:3,1021['  ]| Such feats in former times had wrought the falls
093:3,1022['  ]| Of crowing \Chanticleers\ in Cloyster'd Walls.
093:3,1023['  ]| Expell'd for this, and for their Lands they fled,
093:3,1024['  ]| And Sister \Partlet\ with her hooded head
093:3,1025['  ]| Was hooted hence, because she would not pray a-bed.
093:3,1026['  ]| The way to win the restiff World to God,
093:3,1027['  ]| Was to lay by the Disciplining Rod,
093:3,1028['  ]| Unnatural Fasts, and Foreign Forms of Pray'r;
093:3,1029['  ]| Religion frights us with a meen severe.
093:3,1030['  ]| 'Tis Prudence to reform her into Ease,
093:3,1031['  ]| And put Her in undress to make Her pleas:
093:3,1032['  ]| A lively Faith will bear aloft the Mind,
093:3,1033['  ]| And leave the Luggage of Good Works behind.
093:3,1034['  ]| Such Doctrines in the \Pigeon\-house were taught,
093:3,1035['  ]| You need not ask how wondrously they wrought;
093:3,1036['  ]| But sure the common Cry was all for these
093:3,1037['  ]| Whose Life, and Precept both encourage'd Ease.
093:3,1038['  ]| Yet fearing those alluring Baits might fail, 
093:3,1039['  ]| And Holy Deeds o're all their Arts prevail:
093:3,1040['  ]| (For Vice, tho' frontless, and of harden'd Face
093:3,1041['  ]| Is daunted at the sight of awfull Grace)
093:3,1042['  ]| An hideous Figure of their Foes they drew,
093:3,1043['  ]| Nor Lines, nor Looks, nor Shades, nor Colours true;
093:3,1044['  ]| And this Grotesque design, expos'd to Publick view.
093:3,1045['  ]| One would have thought it some A*Egyptian Piece,
093:3,1046['  ]| With Garden-Gods, and barking Deities,
093:3,1047['  ]| More thick than \Ptolomey\ has stuck the Skies.
093:3,1048['  ]| All so perverse a Draught, so far unlike,
093:3,1049['  ]| It was no Libell where it meant to strike:
093:3,1050['  ]| Yet still the daubing pleas'd, and Great and Small
093:3,1051['  ]| To view the Monster crowded Pigeon-hall.
093:3,1052['  ]| There \Chanticleer\ was drawn upon his knees
093:3,1053['  ]| Adoring Shrines, and Stocks of Sainted Trees,
093:3,1054['  ]| And by him, a mishapen, ugly Race;
093:3,1055['  ]| The Curse of God was seen on ev'ry Face;
093:3,1056['  ]| No \Holland\ Emblem could that Malice mend,
093:3,1057['  ]| But still the worse the look the fitter for a Fiend.
093:3,1058['  ]| The Master of the Farm displeas'd to find
093:3,1059['  ]| So much of Rancour in so mild a kind,
093:3,1060['  ]| Enquir'd into the Cause, and came to know,
093:3,1061['  ]| The Passive Church had struck the foremost blow:
093:3,1062['  ]| With groundless Fears, and Jealousies possest,
093:3,1063['  ]| As if this troublesome intruding Guest
093:3,1064['  ]| Would drive the Birds of \Venus\, from their Nest,
093:3,1065['  ]| A Deed his inborn Equity abhorr'd,
093:3,1066['  ]| But Int'rest will not trust, tho God should plight his Word.
093:3,1067['  ]| A Law, the Source of many Future harms,
093:3,1068['  ]| Had banish'd all the Poultry from the Farms;
093:3,1069['  ]| With loss of Life, if any should be found
093:3,1070['  ]| To crow or peck on this forbidden Ground.
093:3,1071['  ]| That Bloody Statute chiefly was design'd
093:3,1072['  ]| For \Chanticleer\ the white, of Clergy kind;
093:3,1073['  ]| But after-malice did not forget
093:3,1074['  ]| The Lay that wore the Robe, and Coronet; 
093:3,1075['  ]| For them, for their Inferiours and Allyes,
093:3,1076['  ]| Their foes a deadly \Shibboleth\ devise:
093:3,1077['  ]| By which unrighteously it was decreed,
093:3,1078['  ]| That none to Trust, or Profit should succeed,
093:3,1079['  ]| Who would not swallow first a poysonous wicked Weed,
093:3,1080['  ]| Or that, to which old \Socrates\ was curs't, 
093:3,1081['  ]| Or Henbane-Juice to swell 'em till they burst.
093:3,1082['  ]| The Patron (as in reason) thought it hard
093:3,1083['  ]| To see this Inquisition in his Yard,
093:3,1084['  ]| By which the Soveraign was of Subjects use debarr'd.
093:3,1085['  ]| All gentle means he try'd, which might withdraw
093:3,1086['  ]| Th' Effects of so unnatural a Law:
093:3,1087['  ]| But still the \Dove\-house obstinately stood
093:3,1088['  ]| Deaf to their own, and to their Neighbours good:
093:3,1089['  ]| \And which was worse, (if any worse could be)\
093:3,1090['  ]| Repented of their boasted Loyalty:
093:3,1091['  ]| Now made the Champions of a cruel Cause,
093:3,1092['  ]| And drunk with Fumes of Popular Applause;
093:3,1093['  ]| For those whom God to ruine has design'd,
093:3,1094['  ]| He fits for fate, and first destroys their Mind
093:3,1095['  ]| New Doubts indeed they daily strove to raise,
093:3,1096['  ]| Suggested Dangers, interpos'd Delays,
093:3,1097['  ]| And Emissary \Pigeons\ had in store.
093:3,1098['  ]| Such as the \Meccan\ Prophet us'd of yore,
093:3,1099['  ]| To whisper Counsels in their Patrons Ear,
093:3,1100['  ]| And veil'd their false Advice with Zealous Fear.
093:3,1101['  ]| The Master smil'd to see 'em work in vain,
093:3,1102['  ]| To wear him out, and make an idle reign:
093:3,1103['  ]| He saw, but suffer'd their Protractive Arts,
093:3,1104['  ]| And strove by mildness to reduce their Hearts;
093:3,1105['  ]| But they abus'd that Grace to make Allyes,
093:3,1106['  ]| And fondly clos'd with former Enemies;
093:3,1107['  ]| For Fools are double Fools endeav'ring to be wise.
093:3,1108['  ]| After a grave Consult what course was best,
093:3,1109['  ]| One more mature in Folly than the rest,
093:3,1110['  ]| Stood up, and told 'em, with his head aside,
093:3,1111['  ]| That desp'rate Cures must be to desp'rate Ills apply'd:
093:3,1112['  ]| And therefore since their main impending fear
093:3,1113['  ]| Was from th' encreasing race of \Chanticleer\:
093:3,1114['  ]| Some Potent Bird of Prey they ought to find,
093:3,1115['  ]| A Foe profess'd to him, and all his kind:
093:3,1116['  ]| Some haggar'd \Hawk\, who had her eyry nigh,
093:3,1117['  ]| Well pounc'd to fasten, and well wing'd to fly;
093:3,1118['  ]| One they might trust, their common wrongs to wreak:
093:3,1119['  ]| The \Musquet\, and the \Coystrel\ were too weak,
093:3,1120['  ]| Too fierce the \Falcon\, but above the rest,
093:3,1121['  ]| The noble \Buzzard\ ever pleas'd me best;
093:3,1122['  ]| Of small Renown, 'tis true, for not to lye,
093:3,1123['  ]| We call him but a \Hawk\ by courtesie.
093:3,1124['  ]| I know he haunts the \Pigeon\-House and Farm,
093:3,1125['  ]| And more, in time of War, has done us harm;
093:3,1126['  ]| But all his hate on trivial Points depends,
093:3,1127['  ]| Give up our Forms, and we shall soon be friends
093:3,1128['  ]| For \Pigeons\ flesh he seems not much to care,
093:3,1129['  ]| Cram'd \Chickens\ are a more delicious fare;
093:3,1130['  ]| On this high Potentate, without delay, 
093:3,1131['  ]| I wish you would conferr the Sovereign sway:
093:3,1132['  ]| Petition him t' accept the Government, 
093:3,1133['  ]| And let a splendid Embassy be sent.
093:3,1134['  ]| This pithy Speech prevail'd, and all agreed,
093:3,1135['  ]| Old Enmity's forgot, the \Buzzard,\ should succeed.
093:3,1136['  ]| Their welcom Suit was granted soon as heard,
093:3,1137['  ]| His Lodgings furnish'd, and a Train prepar'd,
093:3,1138['  ]| With \B's\ upon their Breast, appointed for his Guard.
093:3,1139['  ]| He came, and Crown'd with great Solemnity,
093:3,1140['  ]| God save King \Buzzard\, was the gen'rall cry.
093:3,1141['  ]| A Portly Prince, and goodly to the sight,
093:3,1142['  ]| He seem'd a Son of \Anach\ for his height:
093:3,1143['  ]| Like those whom stature did to Crowns prefer;
093:3,1144['  ]| Black-brow'd, and bluff, like \Homer's Jupiter:\
093:3,1145['  ]| Broad-back'd, and Brawny built for Loves delight,
093:3,1146['  ]| A prophet form'd, to make a female Proselyte.
093:3,1147['  ]| A Theologue more by need, than genial bent,
093:3,1148['  ]| By Breeding sharp, by Nature confident.
093:3,1149['  ]| Int'rest in all his Actions was discern'd;
093:3,1150['  ]| More learn'd than Honest, more a Wit than learn'd.
093:3,1151['  ]| Or forc'd by Fear, or by his Profit led,
093:3,1152['  ]| Or both conjoyn'd, his Native clyme he fled;
093:3,1153['  ]| But brought the Vertues of his Heav'n along,
093:3,1154['  ]| A fair Behaviour, and a fluent Tongue:
093:3,1155['  ]| And yet with all his Arts he could not thrive;
093:3,1156['  ]| The most unlucky Parasite alive.
093:3,1157['  ]| Loud Praises to prepare his Paths he sent,
093:3,1158['  ]| And then himself pursu'd his Compliment:
093:3,1159['  ]| But, by reverse Fortune chac'd away,
093:3,1160['  ]| His Gifts no longer than their Author stay:
093:3,1161['  ]| He shakes the Dust against th' ungrateful race,
093:3,1162['  ]| And leaves the stench of Ordures in the place.
093:3,1163['  ]| Oft has he flatter'd, and blasphem'd the same,
093:3,1164['  ]| For in his Rage, he spares no Sov'rains name:
093:3,1165['  ]| The Hero, and the Tyrant change their style
093:3,1166['  ]| By the same measure that they frown or smile;
093:3,1167['  ]| When well receiv'd by hospitable Foes,
093:3,1168['  ]| The kindness he returns, is to expose:
093:3,1169['  ]| For Courtesies, tho' undeserv'd and great,
093:3,1170['  ]| No gratitude in Fellon-minds beget,
093:3,1171['  ]| As tribute to his Wit, the churl receives the treat.
093:3,1172['  ]| His praise of Foes is venemously Nice,
093:3,1173['  ]| So touch'd, it turns a Vertue to a Vice:
093:3,1174['  ]| \A\ Greek, \and bountiful forewarns us twice.\ 
093:3,1175['  ]| Sev'n Sacraments he wisely do's disown,
093:3,1176['  ]| Because he knows Confession stands for one;
093:3,1177['  ]| Where Sins to sacred silence are convey'd,
093:3,1178['  ]| And not for Fear, or Love, to be betray'd:
093:3,1179['  ]| But he, uncall'd, his Patron to controul,
093:3,1180['  ]| Divulg'd the secret whispers of his Soul:
093:3,1181['  ]| Stood forth th' accusing \Sathan\ of his Crimes,
093:3,1182['  ]| And offer'd to the \Moloch\ of the Times.
093:3,1183['  ]| Prompt to assayle, and careless of defence,
093:3,1184['  ]| Invulnerable in his Impudence;
093:3,1185['  ]| He dares the World, and eager of a name,
093:3,1186['  ]| He thrusts about, and justles into fame.
093:3,1187['  ]| Frontless, and Satyr-proof he scow'rs the streets,
093:3,1188['  ]| And runs an \Indian\ muck at all he meets.
093:3,1189['  ]| So fond of loud Report, that not to miss
093:3,1190['  ]| Of being known (his last and utmost bliss)
093:3,1191['  ]| He rather would be known, for what he is.
093:3,1192['  ]| Such was, and is the Captain of the \Test\,
093:3,1193['  ]| Tho' half his Vertues are not here express't;
093:3,1194['  ]| The modesty of Fame conceals the rest.
093:3,1195['  ]| The spleenful \Pigeons\ never could create
093:3,1196['  ]| A Prince more proper to revenge their hate:
093:3,1197['  ]| Indeed, more proper to revenge, than save;
093:3,1198['  ]| A King, whom in his wrath, th' Almighty gave:
093:3,1199['  ]| For all the Grace the Landlord had allow'd,
093:3,1200['  ]| But made the \Buzzard\ and the \Pigeons\ proud;
093:3,1201['  ]| Gave time to fix their Friends, and to seduce the crowd.
093:3,1202['  ]| They long their Fellow-Subjects to inthrall,
093:3,1203['  ]| Their Patrons promise into question call,
093:3,1204['  ]| And vainly think he meant to make 'em Lords of all.
093:3,1205['  ]| False Fears their Leaders fail'd not to suggest,
093:3,1206['  ]| As if the \Doves\ were to be dispossess't;
093:3,1207['  ]| Nor Sighs, nor Groans, nor gogling Eyes did want;
093:3,1208['  ]| For now the \Pigeons\ too had learn'd to Cant.
093:3,1209['  ]| The House of Pray'r is stock'd with large encrease;
093:3,1210['  ]| Nor Doors, nor Windows can contain the Press:
093:3,1211['  ]| For Birds of ev'ry feather fill th' abode;
093:3,1212['  ]| Ev'n Atheists out of envy own a God:
093:3,1213['  ]| And reeking from the Stews, Adult'rers come,
093:3,1214['  ]| Like \Goths\ and \Vandals\ to demolish \Rome.\
093:3,1215['  ]| That Conscience which to all their Crimes was mute,
093:3,1216['  ]| Now calls aloud, and cryes to Persecute;
093:3,1217['  ]| No rigour of the Laws to be releas'd,
093:3,1218['  ]| And much the less, because it was their Lords request:
093:3,1219['  ]| They thought it great their Sov'rain to controul,
093:3,1220['  ]| And nam'd their Pride, Nobility of Soul.
093:3,1221['  ]| 'Tis true, the \Pigeons,\ and their Prince Elect
093:3,1222['  ]| Were short of Pow'r their purpose to effect:
093:3,1223['  ]| But with their Quills, did all the hurt they cou'd,
093:3,1224['  ]| And cuff'd the tender \Chickens\ from their food:
093:3,1225['  ]| And much the \Buzzard\ in their Cause did stir,
093:3,1226['  ]| Tho' naming not the Patron, to infer
093:3,1227['  ]| With all respect, He was a gross Idolater.
093:3,1228['  ]| But when th' Imperial owner did espy
093:3,1229['  ]| That thus they turn'd his Grace to villany,
093:3,1230['  ]| Not suff'ring wrath to discompose his mind,
093:3,1231['  ]| He strove a temper for th' extreams to find,
093:3,1232['  ]| So to be just, as he might still be kind.
093:3,1233['  ]| Then, all Maturely weigh'd, pronounc'd a Doom
093:3,1234['  ]| Of Sacred Strength for ev'ry Age to come.
093:3,1235['  ]| By this the \Doves\ their Wealth and State possess,
093:3,1236['  ]| No Rights infring'd, but licence to oppress:
093:3,1237['  ]| Such Pow'r have they as Factious Lawyers long
093:3,1238['  ]| To Crowns ascrib'd, that Kings can do no wrong
093:3,1239['  ]| But, since His own Domestick Birds have try'd
093:3,1240['  ]| The dire Effects of their destructive Pride,
093:3,1241['  ]| He deems that Proof a Measure to the rest,
093:3,1242['  ]| Concluding well within his Kingly Breast,
093:3,1243['  ]| His Fowl of Nature too unjustly were opprest.
093:3,1244['  ]| He therefore makes all Birds of ev'ry Sect
093:3,1245['  ]| Free of his Farm, with promise to respect
093:3,1246['  ]| Their sev'ral Kinds alike, and equally protect.
093:3,1247['  ]| His Gracious Edict the same Franchise yields
093:3,1248['  ]| To all the wild Encrease of Woods and Fields,
093:3,1249['  ]| And who in Rocks aloof, and who in Steeples builds:
093:3,1250['  ]| To \Crows\ the like Impartial Grace affords,
093:3,1251['  ]| And \Choughs\ and \Daws,\and such Republick Birds:
093:3,1252['  ]| Secur'd with ample Priviledge to feed,
093:3,1253['  ]| Each has his District, and his Bounds decreed:
093:3,1254['  ]| Combin'd in common Int'rest with his own,
093:3,1255['  ]| But not to pass the \Pigeons Rubicon\.
093:3,1256['  ]| Here ends the Reign of this pretended \Dove;\
093:3,1257['  ]| All Prophecies accomplish'd from above,
093:3,1258['  ]| For \Shiloh\ comes the Scepter to Remove.
093:3,1259['  ]| Reduc'd from Her Imperial High Abode,
093:3,1260['  ]| Like \Dionysius\ to a private Rod:
093:3,1261['  ]| The Passive Church, that with pretended Grace
093:3,1262['  ]| Did Her distictive Mark in Duty place,
093:3,1263['  ]| Now Touch'd, Reviles Her Maker to his Face.
093:3,1264['  ]| What after happen'd is not hard to guess;
093:3,1265['  ]| The small Beginnings had a large Encrease,
093:3,1266['  ]| And Arts and Wealth succeed (the secret spoils of Peace.)
093:3,1267['  ]| 'Tis said the \Doves\ repented, tho' too late,
093:3,1268['  ]| Become the Smiths of their own Foolish Fate:
093:3,1269['  ]| Nor did their Owner hasten their ill hour:
093:3,1270['  ]| But, sunk in Credit, they decreas'd in Pow'r:
093:3,1271['  ]| Like Snows in warmth that mildly pass away,
093:3,1272['  ]| Dissolving in the Silence of Decay.
093:3,1273['  ]| The \Buzzard\ not content with equal place,
093:3,1274['  ]| Invites the feather'd \Nimrods\ of his Race,
093:3,1275['  ]| To hide the thinness of their Flock from Sight,
093:3,1276['  ]| And all together make a seeming, goodly Flight:
093:3,1277['  ]| But each have sep'rate Int'rests of their own,
093:3,1278['  ]| Two \Czars,\are one too many for a Throne.
093:3,1279['  ]| Nor can th' Usurper long abstain from Food
093:3,1280['  ]| Already he has tasted \Pigeons\ Blood:
093:3,1281['  ]| And may be tempted to his former fare,
093:3,1282['  ]| When this Indulgent Lord shall late to Heav'n repair.
093:3,1283['  ]| Bare benting times, and moulting Months may come,
093:3,1284['  ]| When lagging late, they cannot reach their home:
093:3,1285['  ]| Or Rent in Schism, (for so their Fate decrees,)
093:3,1286['  ]| Like the Tumultuous Colledge of the Bees:
093:3,1287['  ]| They fight their Quarrel, by themselves opprest,
093:3,1288['  ]| The Tyrant smiles below, and waits the falling feast.
093:3,1289['  ]| Thus did the gentle Hind her fable end,
093:3,1290['  ]| Nor would the \Panther\ blame it, nor commend;
093:3,1291['  ]| But, with affected Yawnings at the close,
093:3,1292['  ]| Seem'd to require her natural repose.
093:3,1293['  ]| For now the streaky light began to peep;
093:3,1294['  ]| And setting stars admonish'd both to sleep.
093:3,1295['  ]| The Dame withdrew, and, wishing to her Guest
093:3,1296['  ]| The peace of Heav'n, betook her self to rest.
093:3,1297['  ]| Ten thousand Angels on her slumbers waite
093:3,1298['  ]| With glorious Visions of her future state.