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cartsā€™ tails,
Or hangmenā€™s wages, which the state
Was forcā€™d (before them) to be at;
That cut, like tallies, to the stumps,
Our ears for keeping true accompts,
And burnt our vessels, like a new
Sealā€™d peck, or bushel, for bā€™ing true;
But hand in hand, like faithful brothers,
Held for the cause against all others,
Disdaining equally to yield
One syllable of what we held,
And though we differā€™d now and then
ā€™Bout outward things, and outward men,
Our inward men and constant frame
Of spirit, still were near the same;
And till they first began to cant
And sprinkle down the Covenant,
We neā€™er had call in any place,
Nor dreamā€™d of teaching down free grace,
But joinā€™d our gifts perpetually
Against the common enemy.
Although ā€™twas ours and their opinion,
Each otherā€™s Church was but a Rimmon;
And yet, for all this gospel-union,
And outward show of church-communion,
Theyā€™ll neā€™er admit us to our shares
Of ruling church or state affairs
Nor give us leave tā€™ absolve, or sentence
Tā€™ our own conditions of repentance;
But sharā€™d our dividend oā€™ thā€™ crown,
We had so painfully preachā€™d down;
And forcā€™d us, though against the grain,
Tā€™ have calls to teach it up again:
For ā€™twas but justice to restore
The wrongs we had receivā€™d before;
And when ā€™twas held forth in our way,
Wā€™ had been ungrateful not to pay;
Who, for the right wā€™ have done the nation,
Have earnā€™d our temporal salvation;
And put our vessels in a way
Once more to come again in play.
For if the turning of us out
Has brought this providence about,
And that our only suffering
Is able to bring in the king,
What would our actions not have done,
Had we been sufferā€™d to go on?
And therefore may pretend tā€™ a share,
At least, in carrying on thā€™ affair.
But whether that be so, or not,
Wā€™ have done enough to have it thought;
And thatā€™s as good as if wā€™ had done ā€™t,
And easier passā€™t upon account:
For if it be but half denyā€™d,
ā€™Tis half as good as justifyā€™d.
The world is natā€™rally averse
To all the truth it sees or hears;
But swallows nonsense, and a lie,
With greediness and gluttony;
And though it have the pique, and long,
ā€™Tis still for something in the wrong;
As women long, when theyā€™re with child,
For things extravagant and wild;
For meats ridiculous and fulsome,
But seldom any thing thatā€™s wholesome;
And, like the world, menā€™s jobbernoles
Turn round upon their ears, the poles;
And what theyā€™re confidently told,
By no sense else can be controllā€™d.

And this, perhaps, may prove the means
Once more to hedge in providence,
For as relapses make diseases
More despā€™rate than their first accesses,
If we but get again in powā€™r,
Our work is easier than before,
And we more ready and expert
Iā€™ thā€™ mystery to do our part:
We, who did rather undertake
The first war to create than make,
And when of nothing ā€™twas begun,
Raisā€™d funds as strange to carry ā€™t on;
Trepannā€™d the state, and facā€™d it down
With plots and projects of our own;
And if we did such feats at first,
What can we now weā€™re better versā€™d?
Who have a freer latitude,
Than sinners give themselves, allowā€™d,
And therefore likeliest to bring in,
On fairest terms, our discipline;
To which it was revealā€™d long since,
We were ordainā€™d by Providence;
When three saintsā€™ ears our predecessors,187
The causeā€™s primitive confessors,
Bā€™ing crucifyā€™d, the nation stood
In just so many years of blood;
That, multiplyā€™d by six, exprest
The perfect number of the beast,
And provā€™d that we must be the men
To bring this work about agen;
And those who laid the first foundation,
Complete the thorough Reformation:
For who have gifts to carry on
So great a work, but we alone?
What churches have such able pastors,
And precious, powerful, preaching masters?
Possessā€™d with absolute dominions
Oā€™er brethrenā€™s purses and opinions?
And trusted with the double keys
Of heaven and their warehouses;
Who, when the cause is in distress,
Can furnish out what sums they please,
That brooding lie in bankersā€™ hands,
To be disposā€™d at their commands;
And daily increase and multiply,
With doctrine, use, and usury:
Can fetch in parties (as in war
All other heads of cattle are)
From thā€™ enemy of all religions,
As well as high and low conditions,
And share them, from blue ribands, down
To all blue aprons in the town;
From ladies hurried in calleches,
With corā€™nets at their footmensā€™ breeches,
To bawds as fat as Mother Nab,
All guts and belly, like a crab.
Our partyā€™s great, and better tyā€™d
With oaths and trade than any side;
Has one considerable improvement,
To double fortify the Covā€™nant:
I mean our Covenant to purchase
Delinquentsā€™ titles, and the churches;
That pass in sale, from hand to hand,
Among ourselves, for current land.
And rise or fall, like Indian actions,
According to the rate of factions;
Our best reserve for Reformation,
When new out-goings give occasion;
That keeps the loins of brethren girt
The Covenant (their creed) tā€™ assert;
And when thā€™ have packā€™d a Parliament,
Will once more try thā€™ expedient:
Who can already muster friends,
To serve for members, to our ends,
That represent no part oā€™ thā€™ nation,
But Fisherā€™s-Folly congregation;188
Are only tools to our intrigues,
And sit like geese to hatch our eggs;
Who, by their precedents of wit,
Tā€™ out-fast, out-loiter, and out-sit,
Can order matters underhand,
To put all busā€™ness to a stand;
Lay public bills aside for private,
And make ā€™em one another drive out;
Divert the great and necessary,
With trifles to contest and vary;
And make the nation represent,
And serve for us in Parliament;
Cut out more work than can be done
In Platoā€™s year, but finish none,189
Unless it be the Bulls of Lenthal,
That always passā€™d for fundamental;
Can set up grandee ā€™gainst grandee,
To squander time away, and bandy:
Make Lords and Commoners lay sieges
To one anotherā€™s privileges,
And, rather than compound the quarrel,
Engage to thā€™ inevitable peril
Of both their ruins, thā€™ only scope
And consolation of our hope;
Who though we do not play the game,
Assist as much by giving aim;
Can introduce our ancient arts,
For heads of factions tā€™ act their parts;
Know what a leading voice is worth,
A seconding, a third, or fourth;
How much a casting voice comes to,
That turns up trump of ay, or no;
And, by adjusting all at thā€™ end,
Share evā€™ry one his dividend:
An art that so much study cost,
And nowā€™s in danger to be lost,
Unless our ancient virtuosos,
That found it out, get into thā€™ Houses.
These are the courses that we took
To carry things by hook or crook;
And practisā€™d down from forty-four,
Until they turnā€™d us out of door:
Besides the herds of Boutefeus
We set on work without the House;
When evā€™ry knight and citizen
Kept legislative

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