But when the naufeous Dregs break They four and spoil the noble Fustice. (loofe The quaint Deportment of the Knave Is always wonderfully grave, Are the chief Points on which he cants He fummons all his Scripture Forces, With him the Chofen of the Lord; Tis plain in Canticles the first ; There Therefore he joins their Holy Father The Pope and Dev'l fo close together, That both may equal Terror ftrike, And by the Saints be fear'd alike. His Chriftian Charity is fuch, He ne'er thinks what he gives too much, 'Tis plain, because he ne'er is known To give one Farthing of his own; Therefore as nothing is no Charge, It can't be thought a Gift too large. His Dealings are so just and plain He never cheats but when he can ; And where he finds he cannot bite ye, He'll prove too honeft to outwit ye: But if your Judgment you poftpone, And to his Confcience truft alone, No human Justice will he do, But ufe you worse than Turk or Jew, Yet Vow, Proteft, and Scripture plead, As if he was a Saint indeed. Such Such are that old Fanatick Strain Of Whigs that envy Charles's Reign, To which they plead a Right by Grace. Or Cloak to all their Villainies; Fanaticks, Hypocrites, Diffenters, Whigs, Roundheads, call 'em what you (please I fay, from Rebels fuch as thefe, Throne, And Charles the Wife that fits thereon: The The Morning's Salutation: OR, A Friendly Conference Between a Puritan Preacher and a Family of his Flock, upon the 30th of January. By Mr. BUTLER. Preacher. Good Morrow to thee: how doft do I only juft call'd in to fhew My Love, upon this blessed Day, Husband |