502:23,000[' ]| 502:23,000[' ]| 502:23,001[A ]| Since plagues were ordered for$4$ a scourge to$4$ men 502:23,002[A ]| And Egypt sore was chastened with her ten, 502:23,003[A ]| No$2$ greater plague did any state molest 502:23,004[A ]| Than the severe, the lasting, plague: a priest. 502:23,005[A ]| Some savage beasts, by$4$ laws of nature bound, 502:23,006[A ]| Only in$4$ woods and desert lands are found; 502:23,007[A ]| No$2$ land, no$2$ climate, can this monster bind, 502:23,008[A ]| But like$4$ some Hydra multiplies his kind, 502:23,009[A ]| Through the extended orb directs his course, 502:23,010[A ]| And is at best an universal curse. 502:23,011[A ]| Ah, happy Albion! To$4$ the Gods most dear! 502:23,012[A ]| How bright thy rocks and fertile lands appear! 502:23,013[A ]| The ocean's glory, and its nymphs' delight, 502:23,014[A ]| The nations' terror (by$4$ thy men of might). 502:23,015[A ]| Thrice happy Albion! had there never possessed 502:23,016[A ]| Thy spacious kingdoms the consuming priest! 502:23,017[A ]| Who$6#1$, locust-like, the nations overspread: 502:23,018[A ]| In$4$ every place a priest erects his head. 502:23,019[A ]| These, as the fishes, in$4$ the water breed 502:23,020[A ]| And on$4$ the fat of all the pastures feed. 502:23,021[A ]| Nor are they satisfied to$9$ have a power 502:23,022[A ]| To$9$ drain the nations, and its fat devour, 502:23,023[A ]| But like$4$ the Devil, always bent on$4$ ill, 502:23,024[A ]| They plot new mischiefs and devices still. 502:23,025[A ]| Their unknown virtues do the crowd deceive; 502:23,026[A ]| What priestly knaves report dull fools believe. 502:23,027[A ]| Nor is a prince (how great soever he be) 502:23,028[A ]| From their deceit and studied malice free: 502:23,029[A ]| Like$4$ fiends ascending from the house of smoke, 502:23,030[A ]| They all around the gilded palace flock, 502:23,031[A ]| And in$4$ the ears of monarchy they sing 502:23,032[A ]| That$3$ had they not been priests he had never been king. 502:23,033[A ]| Set off with titles and a specious name, 502:23,034[A ]| They quickly set the wondering world on$4$ flame. 502:23,035[A ]| Methinks I hear its burdened axles break 502:23,036[A ]| And of the priest's dead weight distinctly speak. 502:23,037[A ]| The senseless elements together moan 502:23,038[A ]| And all around the vast creation groan. 502:23,039[A ]| Ye juster deities! True friends to$4$ men! 502:23,040[A ]| Assist my Muse, and guide my fainting pen; 502:23,041[A ]| A generous passion raise within my breast 502:23,042[A ]| That$6#1$ may affect the vilest monster, priest; 502:23,043[A ]| Let my Muse lash, the strokes be bold and good, 502:23,044[A ]| As if my pen were steel, my ink were blood. 502:23,045[A ]| Close by$4$ those banks, the banks where silver Thames 502:23,046[A ]| Still glides along with unpolluted streams, 502:23,047[A ]| A fabric stands no$2$ storm of fate molests 502:23,048[A ]| From its foundation was possessed by$4$ priests. 502:23,049[A ]| Here Levi lives, overgrown with sin and years, 502:23,050[A ]| (Good God, what lewdness lurks in$4$ hoary hairs!) 502:23,051[A ]| As chief of priests, imperial sway does bear, 502:23,052[A ]| For$3$ he alone is God's vicegerent here. 502:23,053[A ]| His lesser villains of the church are slaves, 502:23,054[A ]| For$3$ he that$6#1$ is chief of priests is chief of knaves. 502:23,055[A ]| It was this same Levi did our James enthrone, 502:23,056[A ]| And when he had done, as basely pulled him down. 502:23,057[A ]| The Levites first his sovereign will$0$ declared; 502:23,058[A ]| The Levites first his sovereign will$0$ debared; 502:23,059[A ]| And thus old Levi, through mistaken fame, 502:23,060[A ]| Had got a patriot's and a martyr's name. 502:23,061[A ]| Him the unstable mob with praises graced, 502:23,062[A ]| And thus his humour for$4$ his conscience passed; 502:23,063[A ]| Morose and peevish, insolently proud, 502:23,064[A ]| Levi would stoop to$4$ none but to$4$ the crowd. 502:23,065[A ]| Whoever the rabble could his blessings crave, 502:23,066[A ]| His apostolic benedictions gave. 502:23,067[A ]| Unhappy James! preposterous was the fate 502:23,068[A ]| That$6#1$ brought on$4$ thee the clergy's frown and hate! 502:23,069[A ]| Hadst thou our civil rights and charters took, 502:23,070[A ]| Not half a word the clergy then had spoke; 502:23,071[A ]| But to$9$ molest the church was to$9$ depose 502:23,072[A ]| God's holy blockheads, and set up$5$ his foes. 502:23,073[A ]| Now foreign troops, invited over the main, 502:23,074[A ]| Come to$9$ disturb the scenes of thy short reign. 502:23,075[A ]| Grown mad with fear, when thou hadst lost the day 502:23,076[A ]| And in$4$ inglorious haste didst run away, 502:23,077[A ]| Our pious Levi loyally came down 502:23,078[A ]| To$9$ invite our future monarch to$4$ the town. 502:23,079[A ]| How beggarly is the crown! how mean the state 502:23,080[A ]| That$6#1$ does depend on$4$ Bishops' love or hate! 502:23,081[A ]| Nor can Conventions now make him a King 502:23,082[A ]| Till Levi does the regal vestments bring. 502:23,083[A ]| In$4$ vain is your reasoning, in$4$ vain your toil, 502:23,084[A ]| If Levi but did keep back the anointing oil. 502:23,085[A ]| It was not for$4$ this the hero was brought over, 502:23,086[A ]| No$7$, but to$9$ settle church as it was before, 502:23,087[A ]| To$9$ beat his dad and call his mother whore. 502:23,088[A ]| Should he be crowned, Levi's designs are crossed, 502:23,089[A ]| The juggle, too, of the succession lost; 502:23,090[A ]| If James be reinthroned, we must ascribe 502:23,091[A ]| His restoration unto Levi's tribe, 502:23,092[A ]| And thus the hierarchy of course bears rule, 502:23,093[A ]| And the weak monarch is the Bishop's tool. 502:23,094[A ]| None but the church should keep their civil rights 502:23,095[A ]| And all dissenters be but Gibeonites. 502:23,096[A ]| So$5#1$ much these arguments with Levi swayed, 502:23,097[A ]| That$3$ he aside his faith and conscience laid, 502:23,098[A ]| At once the Sanhedrim and God forsook, 502:23,099[A ]| And to$4$ his own pernicious counsels took; 502:23,100[A ]| Rather than have his priests left in$4$ the lurch, 502:23,101[A ]| Would damn himself only to$9$ save the church. 502:23,102[A ]| Thus, in$4$ a fret, he to$4$ his cell retires 502:23,103[A ]| To$9$ plot new mischiefs and blow up$5$ new fires. 502:23,104[A ]| Had this retirement been well designed, 502:23,105[A ]| Only to$9$ ease the plague of human kind, 502:23,106[A ]| Levi, thy absence then, we never could mourn 502:23,107[A ]| Nor been ambitious to$4$ thy loathed return; 502:23,108[A ]| But since thy den has become the Lion's Court 502:23,109[A ]| Whither in$4$ black the beasts of prey resort, 502:23,110[A ]| Mayst thou from thence thy final journey take 502:23,111[A ]| And on$4$ some gibbet thy just exit make. 502:23,112[A ]| Nor shalt thou from thence thy final journey take 502:23,113[A ]| Escape the justest censure of my pen ~~ 502:23,114[A ]| Corah in$4$ the lewd list must next take place, 502:23,115[A ]| To$4$ man and to$4$ religion a disgrace. 502:23,116[A ]| In$4$ him, when young, the priestly sign appears, 502:23,117[A ]| Did promise mischief in$4$ his tender years; 502:23,118[A ]| No$2$ cost was wanting to$9$ provide him tools 502:23,119[A ]| To$9$ pass the learned drudgery of the schools, 502:23,120[A ]| Where youth is with the law's corruption fed, 502:23,121[A ]| Where priests are formed and holy cheats are bred. 502:23,122[A ]| Their slavish tenets much our Corah loved, 502:23,123[A ]| And in$4$ the tricks of priesthood soon improved; 502:23,124[A ]| He from the pulpit did his doctrine breathe 502:23,125[A ]| And shed his venom on$4$ the crowd beneath. 502:23,126[A ]| He taught that$3$ kings might govern by$4$ their will$0$, 502:23,127[A ]| And, like$4$ the Gods themselves, could never do ill; 502:23,128[A ]| That$3$ princes had an arbitrary power, 502:23,129[A ]| And might their subjects, when they pleased, devour; 502:23,130[A ]| That$3$ God all reason gave to$4$ kings and priests, 502:23,131[A ]| And that$3$ all men besides were only beasts. 502:23,132[A ]| But when his Lion from the throne was driven, 502:23,133[A ]| (Disowned by$4$ all good men and juster Heaven), 502:23,134[A ]| A king set up$5$ the nations all approved, 502:23,135[A ]| (A king that$6#1$ God and all the people loved) 502:23,136[A ]| Our treacherous Corah had his faith forgot, 502:23,137[A ]| And turned his famed obedience to$4$ a plot. 502:23,138[A ]| His scrupulous conscience would not let him swear, 502:23,139[A ]| Whilst father lived, obedience to$4$ the heir, 502:23,140[A ]| But in$4$ the head of a rebellious race 502:23,141[A ]| As void of moral virtues as of grace, 502:23,142[A ]| Corah the new-made monarch did disown, 502:23,143[A ]| And since the other went, each action done; 502:23,144[A ]| Until King William's fate resounds from far, 502:23,145[A ]| His great success and enterprise in$4$ war, 502:23,146[A ]| And fame aloud does of his fortunes tell, 502:23,147[A ]| How by$4$ his hand the sons of Corah fell. 502:23,148[A ]| Now Corah is become a milder priest, 502:23,149[A ]| And swears as well as any of the rest. 502:23,150[A ]| Priests are, like$4$ spaniels, never inclined to$4$ good 502:23,151[A ]| No$2$ longer than they see or feel the rod. 502:23,152[A ]| Ah William! Had I but thy sceptre royal! 502:23,153[A ]| By$4$ Heaven, I would beat the dogs till they were loyal. 502:23,154[A ]| Ungrateful Corah! I will$1$ bid thee adieu ~~ 502:23,155[A ]| Since God hath left thee, I will$1$ leave thee too; 502:23,156[A ]| Nor shall my satire ever disturb thy life, 502:23,157[A ]| Since thou hast got a satyr in$4$ a wife. 502:23,158[A ]| Dathan must next be from oblivion freed, 502:23,159[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ the field obtained the Bishop's meed; 502:23,160[A ]| Was bred a soldier, now by$4$ trade a priest, 502:23,161[A ]| Though not so$5#1$ wise or learned as the rest. 502:23,162[A ]| He seldom does to$4$ preaching make pretence, 502:23,163[A ]| But does excuse it by$4$ his want of sense. 502:23,164[A ]| Yet Dathan never like$4$ his tribe was mad; 502:23,165[A ]| Nor were his crimes so$5#1$ great or half so$5#1$ bad. 502:23,166[A ]| Dathan did never question his belief, 502:23,167[A ]| But pinned his faith upon$4$ his father's sleeve; 502:23,168[A ]| Sometimes was in$4$ the right, but varied soon, 502:23,169[A ]| And changed his loose opinion with the moon. 502:23,170[A ]| Dathan did with King William's interest close, 502:23,171[A ]| Yet like$4$ a sot encouraged all his foes. 502:23,172[A ]| Who$6#2$ but wise Dathan would his sense prefer 502:23,173[A ]| And take the part of a petitioner? 502:23,174[A ]| Favour the City mob so$5#1$ lately famed 502:23,175[A ]| For$4$ murderers and evidence named? 502:23,176[A ]| Yet Dathan, though thy crimes too far exceed, 502:23,177[A ]| I will$1$ pardon all thy faults for$4$ one good deed. 502:23,178[A ]| But damned Abiram must my anger feel, 502:23,179[A ]| Whose lewdness is as deep, as black as Hell, 502:23,180[A ]| Such as a Muse, scarce as Old Nick, can tell. 502:23,181[A ]| Abiram did late Jemmy's will$0$ control, 502:23,182[A ]| And make a seventh in$4$ the famous roll. 502:23,183[A ]| Abiram with them entered his protest, 502:23,184[A ]| And grew as saucy as did all the rest; 502:23,185[A ]| But now his conscience does by$4$ Levi's square, 502:23,186[A ]| And his lewd thoughts with Levi's notes compare. 502:23,187[A ]| Levi to$4$ God nor to$4$ the kingdom true, 502:23,188[A ]| (The elder brother of the factious crew) 502:23,189[A ]| He chose Abiram out of all the tribe, 502:23,190[A ]| To$9$ be his Secretary and his Scribe, 502:23,191[A ]| Who$6#1$ best to$4$ Mr%*Redding might present 502:23,192[A ]| The strength and weakness of the Government; 502:23,193[A ]| How stiff the Levites to$4$ his interest stood, 502:23,194[A ]| As true as steel and firm as oaken wood. 502:23,195[A ]| But poor Abiram does the toil endure, 502:23,196[A ]| Whilst Levi in$4$ his cell does sit secure. 502:23,197[A ]| Levi of freedom knew the worth and price, 502:23,198[A ]| And therefore sent the fools to$9$ break the ice. 502:23,199[A ]| Though some in$4$ forming plots may well agree, 502:23,200[A ]| Yet few think good to$9$ hang for$4$ company; 502:23,201[A ]| But poor Abiram! it would vex a stone, 502:23,202[A ]| To$9$ plot in$4$ numbers and to$9$ hang alone. 502:23,203[A ]| Yet never at thy destiny repine, 502:23,204[A ]| Hanging is the fittest death for$4$ a divine; 502:23,205[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ does ever at the gallows swing, 502:23,206[A ]| But before he is turned off a psalm does sing? 502:23,207[A ]| And though thou art a dire example made, 502:23,208[A ]| Thou shalt leave the world in$4$ thy own way of trade. 502:23,209[A ]| Nor must Abiathar be here forgot, 502:23,210[A ]| For$3$ he that$6#1$ well can write can make a plot. 502:23,211[A ]| Of any faith he never maketh doubt, 502:23,212[A ]| But like$4$ the wind his conscience veers about. 502:23,213[A ]| In$4$ lofty strains he tyrant Noll did praise, 502:23,214[A ]| And to$4$ his fame a lasting statue raise; 502:23,215[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ usurper's praise employ their pens, 502:23,216[A ]| Have no$2$ affection to$4$ their lawful prince. 502:23,217[A ]| Whatever pretence to$4$ priesthood may belong, 502:23,218[A ]| Gold is their God, and glory guides their tongue; 502:23,219[A ]| These even Beelzebub have quite outdone, 502:23,220[A ]| In$4$ priest thy Athens plagues are crammed in$4$ one. 502:23,221[A ]| But now my Muse another story tells: 502:23,222[A ]| Pray hear the sound of pious Aaron's bells, 502:23,223[A ]| Whose strength of zeal suppresses that$6#2$ of sense, 502:23,224[A ]| Where flesh does fail, devotion does commence. 502:23,225[A ]| Tired with age, of youthful vigour free, 502:23,226[A ]| He is devout of mere necessity; 502:23,227[A ]| His great austerity his tribe does suit, 502:23,228[A ]| He sometimes rides but oftener walks on$4$ foot, 502:23,229[A ]| Such pageant zeal attendeth bishoprics, 502:23,230[A ]| He well may walk, where follows coach and six. 502:23,231[A ]| Nor can he pray but where his pictures stand, 502:23,232[A ]| To$9$ fix his zeal and wandering thoughts command. 502:23,233[A ]| These images do pious heats confer, 502:23,234[A ]| And raise devotion up$5$ ~~ the Lord knows where; 502:23,235[A ]| He soars so$5#1$ high and to$4$ the clouds does grow, 502:23,236[A ]| He quite forgets all loyalty below, 502:23,237[A ]| Can take no$2$ oath nor swallow any test, 502:23,238[A ]| But must be stubborn as are all the rest. 502:23,239[A ]| Let lasting infamy cursed Zadoc damn, 502:23,240[A ]| Who$6#1$ maketh all religion but a sham; 502:23,241[A ]| Zadoc whose boasts of fighting, drinking, roaring, 502:23,242[A ]| And above all his mighty strength in$4$ whoring; 502:23,243[A ]| Yet to$9$ debauch his conscience now is loth, 502:23,244[A ]| And swears by$4$ God he can not take the oath. 502:23,245[A ]| Let Zadoc to$4$ his sins stand firm and stiff, 502:23,246[A ]| Till triple tree shall take the triple f***. 502:23,247[A ]| Next in$4$ the list must Eleazar come, 502:23,248[A ]| A foe to$4$ England, and a friend to$4$ Rome. 502:23,249[A ]| Priests in$4$ divinity take little pains, 502:23,250[A ]| And with religion seldom crack their brains. 502:23,251[A ]| This want of sense made Eleazar run 502:23,252[A ]| The first to$9$ worship the arising sun. 502:23,253[A ]| When brother priests arrived here from Rome, 502:23,254[A ]| Good Eleazar did invite them home. 502:23,255[A ]| He took his coach, and mighty stir he made 502:23,256[A ]| To$9$ be assistant at the cavalcade; 502:23,257[A ]| But yet thy coachman, as the act expressed 502:23,258[A ]| By$4$ most was thought the better sort of priest; 502:23,259[A ]| He would not drive, nor Rome's black fiends adore, 502:23,260[A ]| When thou wert but postilion to$4$ the Whore; 502:23,261[A ]| Whilst honest Slash did for$4$ his freedom strive, 502:23,262[A ]| Thou like$4$ the Devil unto Rome didst drive; 502:23,263[A ]| Thy brethren banished by$4$ the present reign, 502:23,264[A ]| Thou longest to$9$ view and welcome here again. 502:23,265[A ]| Nor lewd Levites which$6#1$ arrive from Rome 502:23,266[A ]| Are greater villains than our priests at home; 502:23,267[A ]| The Church's warriors of thy piebald band 502:23,268[A ]| That$6#1$ plague the natives of this wretched land, 502:23,269[A ]| That$6#1$ blow the coals, and warmer blood ferment, 502:23,270[A ]| To$9$ cause a fever in$4$ the government. 502:23,271[A ]| I will$1$ mention but one more and then have done: 502:23,272[A ]| It is fighting Joshua the son of Nun. 502:23,273[A ]| Though he to$4$ men of sense is a buffoon, 502:23,274[A ]| He serves to$9$ make a spiritual dragoon. 502:23,275[A ]| What though he can not preach, or pray, or write, 502:23,276[A ]| He against his country and his King can fight. 502:23,277[A ]| He is strongly armed, with a double sword, 502:23,278[A ]| To$9$ fight God's battles and to$9$ preach his word. 502:23,279[A ]| What wonders in$4$ the field were lately done, 502:23,280[A ]| By$4$ fighting Joshua the son of Nun? 502:23,281[A ]| He bravely Monmouth and his force withstood 502:23,282[A ]| And made the Western land a field of blood; 502:23,283[A ]| There Joshua did his reeking heat assuage, 502:23,284[A ]| On$4$ every sign-post gibbet up$5$ his rage; 502:23,285[A ]| Glutted with blood like$4$ some most Christian Turk, 502:23,286[A ]| And scarce out-done by$4$ Jefferies or Kirk; 502:23,287[A ]| Yet now the priest is grown a rebel too, 502:23,288[A ]| And what Monmouthians did, himself can do. 502:23,289[A ]| Since thou, like$4$ them, art equally to$9$ blame, 502:23,290[A ]| Their fate was to$9$ be hanged, be thine the same. 502:23,291[A ]| Should I of all the lesser villains tell, 502:23,292[A ]| It would a great, a bulky volume fill, 502:23,293[A ]| Fit for$4$ the Devil's library in$4$ Hell. 502:23,294[A ]| Should I their lewdness and their crimes relate, 502:23,295[A ]| Their lusts, their perjuries, their envy, hate, 502:23,296[A ]| Their filthy drunkenness, their height of pride, 502:23,297[A ]| Their avarice, yet luxury beside, 502:23,298[A ]| Their want of goodness and their want of sense, 502:23,299[A ]| And their repentance in$4$ the future tense, 502:23,300[A ]| Their new-coined tenets which$6#1$ the pulpits fill, 502:23,301[A ]| Would tire Pelling's passive lungs to$9$ tell. 502:23,302[A ]| Hophnie of old laid down his rampant whore, 502:23,303[A ]| And thumped her carcase at the temple-door: 502:23,304[A ]| But who$6#2$ can tell what tricks our priest do use 502:23,305[A ]| Behind the altar and within the pews? 502:23,306[A ]| The ancient Levites (as the times then stood) 502:23,307[A ]| Were men of cruelty and men of blood; 502:23,308[A ]| The far more harmless bulls they did surprise, 502:23,309[A ]| And near the altar show the sacrifice. 502:23,310[A ]| Although the butcher now does not take place, 502:23,311[A ]| The cruelty is entailed upon$4$ the race; 502:23,312[A ]| Our priests are all descended from that$6#2$ stem, 502:23,313[A ]| Nero and Aretine are saints to$4$ them: 502:23,314[A ]| They oft the blood of war in$4$ peace have spilled. 502:23,315[A ]| How many prisons had their malice filled? 502:23,316[A ]| How many widows have they made a prey? 502:23,317[A ]| What goods the holy Guzmans stole away! 502:23,318[A ]| Well may they grieve now, having lost the power 502:23,319[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ they widows' houses did devour. 502:23,320[A ]| That$6#2$ land is accursed, hath reason to$9$ lament, 502:23,321[A ]| Where priests are made a piece of government. 502:23,322[A ]| They damn our souls and lead us weary lives, 502:23,323[A ]| Mislead our daughters and debauch our wives; 502:23,324[A ]| Whatever shew of zeal the priesthood paints, 502:23,325[A ]| They are at best but cuckoldizing saints, 502:23,326[A ]| The pious vermin that$6#1$ molest a state, 502:23,327[A ]| The source of all disorder and debate, 502:23,328[A ]| The bane of princes, a tumultuous crew, 502:23,329[A ]| Not satisfied with what is old or new. 502:23,330[A ]| For$4$ James they underwent a wondrous toil, 502:23,331[A ]| And greased his head with their anointing oil; 502:23,332[A ]| But when he to$4$ the Jesuits tacked about, 502:23,333[A ]| They as the Devil with prayer cast him out. 502:23,334[A ]| Nor are they with their new-made monarch glad, 502:23,335[A ]| (The priest have still a privilege to$9$ be mad) 502:23,336[A ]| Though easy, gentle, and averse to$4$ blood, 502:23,337[A ]| His only crime, he is to$4$ his foes too good; 502:23,338[A ]| Well may he have the priests to$9$ be his foes, 502:23,339[A ]| They even God Almighty would depose.