For from pretended grievances they rife, He fhould have leave to exercise the name; And hold the cards while commons play'd the game. They fteal not, but in fquadrons fcour the plain : But flides between them both into the beft, But thou, the pander of the people's hearts, 04 } } What What curfes on thy blafted name will fall! Which age to age their legacy thall call and on all} ; For all must curfe the woes that muft defcend on all, Has pafs'd thro' every fect, or theirs through thee. That preach up thee for God; difpenfe thy laws; Yet fhould thy crimes fucceed, fhould lawless power And wink at crimes he did himself commit. A heaven like Bedlam, flovenly and fad; What all but fools by common fense may know: Shall Shall burst its bag; and fighting out their way The prefbyter puff'd up with fpiritual pride, But short shall be his reign: his rigid yoke Chiefs fhall be grudg'd the part which they pretend, In hate of Kings fhall caft anew the frame; Pudet hæc opprobria, vobis Et dici potuiffe, & non potuiffe refelli. RELI |