But when the naufeous Dregs break

They four and spoil the noble Fustice.

(loofe

The quaint Deportment of the Knave

Is always wonderfully grave,
And e'ery Sentence that he says
Digefted into Scripture Phrase :
His Actions fo demure, as if
To be a Saint was to be stiff,
And that Religion must agree
The best with dull Formality.
Regeneration, Reprobation,
Election and Predeftination,

Are the chief Points on which he cants
When mix'd among his Brother Saints,
In which Fanatical Difcourfes,

He fummons all his Scripture Forces,
To prove all fuch as do accord

With him the Chofen of the Lord;
But that the Papists are accurs'd

Tis plain in Canticles the first ;
I 3

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,
Infatiate Rebels, whom no Law
Can govern, or good Monarch awe;
A ftubborn restless Generation,
O'ercome with Dogftar Zeal and Paffion
Impatient of the highest Place,

To which they plead a Right by Grace.
Cruel in Pow'r, and reftiefs out,
When moft Rebellious most devout.
Making Religion a Disguise,

Or Cloak to all their Villainies;
As if they thought the fame defign'd
For nothing but a Holy Blind;
Therefore like Harlots feldom use it,
Except to fhame it and abuse it.
From fuch implacable Tormentors,

Fanaticks, Hypocrites, Diffenters,

Whigs, Roundheads, call 'em what you

(please

I fay, from Rebels fuch as thefe,
May God preferve the Church and

Throne,

And Charles the Wife that fits thereon:
Nor may their Plots exclude his Heirs
From Reigning when the Right is theirs,
But may the Stuarts trample down
Thofe Enemies to Church and Crown:
For fhould the Foot theHead command
And Faction gain the upper hand,
We must expect a ruin'd Land.

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,
As I, by chance, came by this way.
Grace, Peace, and Faith be unto thee,
And all this chofen Family,

Husband