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Night is the sabbath of mankind,

Of which conceit you are so proud, To rest the body and the mind,

At every jest you laugh aloud, Which now thou art deny'd to keep,

As now you would have done by me, And cure thy labour'd corpse with sleep."

But that I barr'd your raillery.” The knight, who heard the words explain'd “Sir," quoth the voice, “ ye 're no such sophi, As meant to him this reprimand,

As you would have the world judge of ye. Because the character did hit

If you design to weigh our talents Point-blank upon his case so fit,

l'th' standard of your own false balance, Believ'd it was some drolling sprite

Or think it possible to know That staid upon the guard that night,

l's ghosts, as well as we do you ; And one of those he 'ad seen, and felt

We, who have been the everlasting The drubs he had so freely dealt;

Companions of your drubs and basting, When, after a short pause and groan,

And never left you in contest The doleful spirit thus went on;

With male or female, man or beast; “ This 'tis t'engage with dogs and bears But prov'd as true t'ye, and entire, Pell-mell together by the cars,

In all adventures, as your squire." And, after painful bangs and knocks,

Quoth he, “That may be said as true To lie in limbo in the stocks,

By th' idlest pug of all your crew : And from the pinnacle of glory

For none could have betray'd us worse Fall headlong into purgatory:".

Than those allies of ours and yours. Thought he, “ This Devil's full of malice, But I have sent him for a token That on my late disasters rallies.”

To your low-country Hogen-Mogen, “ Condemn'd to whipping, but declin'd it,

To whose infernal shores I hope By being more heroic-minded;

He'll swing like skippers in a rope: And at a riding handled worse,

And, if ye 'ave been more just to me With treats more slovenly and coarse;

(As I am apt to think) than he, Engag'd with fiends in stubborn wars,

I am afraid it is as true,
And hot disputes with conjurers;

What th' ill-affected say of you-
And, when thou 'adst bravely won the day, Ye ’ave 'spous'd the covenant and cause,
Wast fain to steal thyself away.”

By holding up your cloven paws." “ I see,” thought he, “this shameless elf

Sir," quoth the voice, “ 'tis true, I grant, Would fain steal me, too, from myself,

We made, and took, the covenant; That impudently dares to own

But that no more concerns the cause, What I have suffer'd for and done."

Than other perjuries do the laws, “ And now, but venturing to betray,

Which, when they 're prov'd in open court, Hast met with vengeance the same way.”

Wear wooden peccadillo's for 't: Thought he, “ How does the Devil know

And that 's the reason covenanters What 't was that I design'd to do?

Hold up their hands, like rogues at bars." His office of intelligence,

“ I see," quoth Hudibras, “ from whence His oracles, are ceas'd long since;

These scandals of the saints commence,
And he knows nothing of the saints,

That are but natural effects
But what some treacherous spy acquaints. Of Satan's malice, and his sects',
This is some pettifogging fiend,

Those spider-saints, that hang by threads
Some under door-keeper's friend's friend,

Spun ont o'th' entrails of their heads." That undertakes to understand,

Sir," quoth the voice, “ that may as true And juggles at the second hand,

And properly be said of you, And now would pass for spirit Po,

Whose talents may compare with either, And all men's dark concerns foreknow.

Or both the other put together : I think I need not fear him for 't;

For all the independents do, These rallying Devils do no hurt.”

Is only what you forc'd them to; With that he rous'd his drooping heart,

You, who are not content alone And hastily cry'd out, “What art ?"

With tricks to put the Devil down, “ A wretch," quoth he, “whom want of grace But must have armies rais'd to back Has brought to this unhappy place."

The gospel-work you undertake: " I do believe thee,” quoth the knight;

As if artillery and edge-tools, “ Thus far I'm sure thou 'rt in the right: Were th' only engines to save souls: And know what 'tis that troubles thee,

While he, poor Devil, has no power Better than thou hast guess'd of me.

By force to run down and devour; Thou art some paltry, blackguard sprite,

Has ne'er a classis, cannot sentence Condemn’d to drudgery in the night ;

To stools, or poundage of repentance ; Thou hast no work to do in th' house,

Is ty'd up only to design Nor halfpenny to drop in shoes ;

T'entice, and tempt, and undermine: Without the raising of which sum

In which you all his arts outdo, You dare not be so troublesome

And prove yourselves his betters too. To pinch the slatterns black and blue,

Hence 'tis possessions do less evil For leaving you their work to do.

Than mere temptations of the Devil, This is your business, good Pug-Robin,

Which all the horrid'st actions done And your diversion dull dry-bobbing,

Are charg'd in courts of law upon; T'entice fanatics in the dirt,

Because, unless they help the elf, And wash them clean in ditches for 't;

He can do little of himself;

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And therefore, where he's best possest,

And try'd with haste to lift him up, Acts most against his interest;

But found his forlorn hope, his crup, Surprises none, but those who 'ave priests

Unserviceable with-kicks and blous, To turn him out, and exorcists,

Receiv'd from harden'd-hearted foes. Supply'd with spiritual provision,

He thought to drag him by the heels, Aud magazines of ammunition;

Like Gresham-carts, with legs for wheels; With crosses, relics, crucifixes,

But Fear, that soonest cures those sores, Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes ;

In danger of relapse to worse, The tools of working our salvation

Came in t'assist him with its aid, By mere mechanic operation :

And up his sinking vessel weigh’d. With holy water, like a sluice,

No sooner was he fit to trudge, To overtlow all avenues:

But both made ready to dislodge; But those, who 're utterly unarm’d,

The spirit hors'd him, like a sack, T'oppose his entrance if he storm'd,

Upon the vehicle his back, He never offers to surprise,

And bore him headlong into th' hall, Although his falsest enemies;

With some few rubs against the wall; But is content to be their drudge,

Where, finding out the postern lock’d, And on their errands glad to trudge:

And th' avenues as strongly block'd, For where are all your forfeitures

H' attack'd the window, storm'd the glass, Intrusted in safe hands, but ours ?

And in moment gain'd the pass; Who are but gaolers of the holes

Through which he dragg'd the worsted soldier's And dungeons where you clap up souls;

Fore-quarters out by th’ head and shoulders, Like under-keepers, turn the keys,

And cautiously began to scout T your mittimus anathemas,

To find their fellow cattle out; And never boggle to restore

Nor was it half a minutes quest, The members you deliver o'er,

Ere he retriev'd the champion's beast, Upon demand, with fairer justice,

Ty'd to a pale, instead of rack, Than all your covenanting trustees ;

But ne'er a saddle on his back, Unless, to punish them the worse,

Nor pistols at the saddle-bow, You put them in the secular powers,

Convey'd away, the Lord knows how. And pass their souls, as some demise

He thought it was no time to stay, The same estate in mortgage twice :

And let the night too steal away; When to a legal utlegation

But, in a trice, advanc'd the knight You tum your excommunication,

Upon the bare ridge, bolt upright, And, for a groat unpaid that 's due,

And, groping out for Ralpho's jade,
Distrain on soul and body too."

He found the saddle, too, was stray'd,
Thought he, “ T'is no mean part of civil And in the place a lump of soap,
State-prudence to cajole the Devil,

On which he speedily leap'd up;
And not to bandle him too rough,

And, turning to the gate the rein, When he 'as us in his cloven hoof.

He kick'd and cudgeld on amain; “ 'Tis true," quoth he, “that intercourse While Hudibras, with equal haste, Has pass'd between your friends and ours,

On both sides laid about as fast, That, as you trust us, in our way,

And spurr'd, as jockies use, to break, To raise your members, and to lay,

Or padders to secure, a neck: We send you others of our own,

Where let us leave them for a time, Denounc'd to hang themselves, or drown, And to their churches turn our rhyme; Or, frighted with our oratory,

To hold forth their declining state,
To leap down headlong many a story ;

Which now come near an even rate.
Hare us'd all means to propagate
Your mighty interests of state,
Laid out our spiritual gifts to further
Your great designs of rage and murther:

PART III. CANTO II.
For if the saints are nam'd from blood,
We only ’ave made that title good;
And, if it were but in our power,
We should not scruple to do more,
And not be half a soul behind

The saints engage in fierce contests
Of all dissenters of mankind.

About their carnal interests, Right,” quoth the voice, “ and, as I scorn

To share their sacrilegious preys, To be ungrateful, in return

According to their rates of grace: Of all those kind good offices,

Their various frenzies to reform, I'll free you out of this distress,

When Cromwell left them in a storm; And set you down in safety, where

Till, in th' effige of rumps, the rabble
It is no time to tell you here.

Burn all their grandees of the cabal.
The cock crows, and the morn grows on,
When 'tis decreed I must be gone ;
And, if I leave you here till day,

The learned write, an insect breeze
You 'll find it hard to get away."

Is but a mongrel prince of bees, With that the spirit grop'd about

That falls before a storm on cows, To find th' enchanted hero out,

And stings the founders of his house,

THE ARGUMENT.

From whose corrupted flesh that breed

This being reveald, they now begun Of vermin did at first proceed :

With law and conscience to fall on, So, ere the storm of war broke out,

And laid about as hot and brain-sick Religion spawn'd a various rout

As th' Utter barrister of Swanswick'; Of petulant capricious sects,

Engag'd with money-bags, as bold The maggots of corrupted texts,

As men with sand-bags did of old, That first run all religion down,

That brought the lawyers in more fees And after every swarm its own:

Than all unsanctify'd trustees; For as the Persian magi once

Till he who had no more to show Upon their mothers got their sons,

l'th'case, receiv'd the overthrow; That were incapable t' enjoy

Or, both sides having had the worst, That empire any other way,

They parted as they met at first. So Presbyter begot the other

Poor presbyter was now reduc'd, Upon the Good Old Cause, his mother,

Secluded, and cashier'd, and chous'd! Then bore them, like the Devil's dam,

Turnd out, and excommunicate Whose son and husband are the same;

From all affairs of church and state, And yet no natural tie of blood,

Reform’d to a reformado saint, Nor interest for the common good,

And glad to turn itinerant, Could, when their profits interferid,

To stroll and teach from town to town, Get quarter for each other's beard :

And those he had taught up teach down, For when they thriv'd they never fadg'd,

And make those uses serve again But only by the ears engag'd;

Against the new-enlighten'd men, Like dogs that suarl about a bone,

As fit as when at first they were And play together when they 've none;

Reveal'd against the cavalier; As by their truest characters,

Damn anabaptist and fanatic Their constant actions, plainly appears.

As pat as popish and prelatic; Rebellion now began, for lack

And with as little variation, Of zeal and plunder, to grow slack;

To serve for any sect i'th' nation. The cause and covenant to lessen,

The Good Old Cause, which some believe And Providence to be out of season:

To be the Devil that tempted Eve For now there was no more to purchase

With knowledge, and does still invite Oth' king's revenue, and the church's,

The world to mischief with new light, But all divided, shar'd, and gone,

Had store of money in her purse, That us'd to urge the brethren on;

When he took her for better or worse : Which forc'd the stubborn'st for the cause,

But now was grown deform'd and poor,
To cross the cudgels to the laws,

And fit to be turn'd out of door.
That what by breaking them they 'ad gain'd, The independents (whose first station
By their support might be maintain'd;

Was in the rear of reformation,
Like thjeves, that in a hemp-plot ie,

A mongrel kind of church-dragoons, Secur'd against the Hue-and-cry;

That serv'd for horse and foot at once, For Presbyter and Independent

And in the saddle of one steed Were now turn'd plaintiff and defendant;

The Saracen and Christian rid, Laid out their apostolic functions

Were free of every spiritual order, On carnal orders and injunctions;

To preach, and fight, and pray, and murder) And all their precious gifts and graces

No sooner got the start, to lurch On outlawries and Scire facias ;

Both disciplines, of war and church, At Michael's term had many trial,

And providence enough to run Worse than the Dragon and St. Michael,

The chief commanders of them down, Where thousands fell, in shape of fees,

But carry'd on the war against Into the bottomless abyss.

The common enemy o'th' saints, For when, like brethren, and like friends,

And in a while prevail'd so far, They came to share their dividends,

To win of them the game of war, And every partner to possess

And be at liberty once more His church and state joint-purchases,

T'attack themselves as they 'ad before. In which the ablest saint, and best,

For now there was no foe in arms Was nam'd in trust by all the rest

T' unite their factions with alarms, To pay their money, and, instead

But all reduc'd and overcome, Of every brother, pass the deed,

Except their worst themselves at home, He straight converted all his gifts

Who 'ad compass'd all they pray'd, and swore, To pious frauds and holy shifts,

And fought, and preachd, and plunder'd for, And settled all the other shares

Subdued the nation, church, and state, Upon his outward man and 's heirs;

And all things but their laws and bate; Held all they claim'd as forfeit lands

But when they came to treat and transact, Deliver'd up into his hands,

And share the spoil of all they 'ad ransackt, And pass'd upon his conscience

To botch up what they 'ad torn and rent, By pre-entail of Providence;

Religion and the government, Impeach'd the rest for reprobates,

They met no sooner, but prepar'd
That had no titles to estates,

To pull down all the war had spard;
But, by their spiritual attaints,
Degraded from the right of saints.

' W. Prynne, a voluminous writer,

Agreed in nothing, but t' abolish,

Until, in spite of force and treason, Subvert, extirpate, and demolish:

They put their loyalty in possession; For knaves and fools being near of kin,

And, by their constancy and faith, As Dutch boors are ta sooterkin,

Destroy'd the mighty men of Gath. Both parties join'd to do their best

Toss'd in a furious hurricane, To damn the public interest,

Did Oliver give up his reign, And herded only in consults,

And was believ'd, as well by saints To put by one another's bolts;

As mortal men and miscreants, Tout-cant the Babylonian labourers,

To founder in the Stygian ferry, At all their dialects of jabberers,

Until he was retriev'd by Sterry ; And tug at both ends of the saw,

Who, in a false erroneous dream, To tear down government and law.

Mistook the New Jerusalem For as two cheats that play one game,

Profanely for th' apocryphal Are both defeated of their aim,

False Heaven at the end o'th' hall; So those who play a game of state,

Whither it was decreed by Fate And only cavil in debate,

His precious relics to translate: Although there is nothing lost nor won,

So Romulus was seen before The public business is undone ;

By as orthodox a senator, Which still the longer 'tis in doing,

From whose divine illumination Becomes the surer way to ruin.

He stole the pagan revelation. This, when the royalists perceiv'd,

Next him his son and heir apparent (Who to their faith as firmly cleav'd,

Succeeded, though a lame vicegerent, And ownd the right they had paid down

Who first laid by the parliament, So dearly for, the church and crown)

The only crutch on which he leant, Th' united constanter, and sided

And then sunk underneath the state, The more, the more their foes divided;

That rode him above horseman's weight. For though outnumber'd, overthrown,

And now the saints began their reign, And by the fate of war run down,

For which they 'ad yearn'd so long in vain, Their duty never was defeated,

And felt such bowel hankerings, Nor from their oaths and faith retreated;

To see an empire all of kings, For loyalty is still the same,

Deliver'd from th’Egyptian awe Whether it win or lose the game;

Of justice, government, and law, True as the dial to the Sun,

And free terect what spiritual cantons Although it be not shin'd upon.

Should be reveal'd or gospel Hans-towns, But when these brethren in evil,

To edify upon the ruins Their adversaries, and the Devil,

Of John of Leyden's old outgoings, Began once more to show them play,

Who, for a weathercock hung up And hopes, at least, to have a day,

Upon their mother-church's top, They rally'd in parades of woods,

Was made a type by Providence, And unfrequented solitudes;

Of all their revelations since, Conven'd at midnight in outhouses,

And now fulfill'd by his successors, T' appoint new-rising rendezvouses,

Who equally mistook their measures : And, with a pertinacy unmatch'd,

For, when they came to shape the model, For new recruits of danger watchd.

Not one could fit another's noddle; No sooner was one blow diverted,

But found their light and gifts more wide But up another party started !

From fadging, than th' upsanctify'd; And, as if Nature, too, in haste

Wbile every individual brother To furnish out supplies as fast,

Strove hand to fist against another, Before her time had turn'd destruction

And still the maddest, and most crackt, l' a new and numerous production;

Were found the busiest to transact; No sooner those were overcome,

For, though most hands dispatch apace But up rose others in their room,

And make light work, (the proverb says) That, like the Christian faith, increast

Yet many different intellects The more, the more they were supprest;

Are found t' have contrary effects; Whom neither chains, nor transportation,

And many heads t' obstruct intrigues, Proscriptiou, sale, or confiscation,

As slowest insects have most legs. Nor all the desperate events

Some were for setting up a king, Of former try'd experiments,

But all the rest for no such thing, Nor wounds, could terrify, nor mangling,

Unless king Jesus: others tamper'd To leave off loyalty and dangling,

For Fleetwood, Desborough and Lambert: Nor Death (with all his bones) affright

Some for the rump; and some, more crafty, From venturing to maintain the right,

For agitators, and the safety: From staking life and fortune down

Some for the gospel, and massacres 'Gainst all together, for the crown;

Of spiritual affidavit-makers, But kept the title of their cause

That swore to any human regence From forfeiture, like claims in laws;

Oaths of suprem'cy and allegiance; And prov'd no prosperous usurpation

Yea, though the ablest swearing saint, Can ever settle on the nation ;

That vouch'd the bulls o' th' covenant:

Others for pulling down th’ high places

To feel the purses of their fees, Of synods and provincial classes,

More wise than fumbling arteries; That us'd to make such hostile inroads

Prolong the snuff of life in pain, Upon the saints, like bloody Nimrods :

And from the grave recover--Gain. Some for fulfilling prophecies,

Mong these there was a politician : And th' extirpation of th' excise;

With more heads than a beast in vision, And some against th' Egyptian bondage

And more intrigues in every one Of holy-days, and paying poundage:

Than all the whores of Babylon; Some for the cutting down of groves,

So politic, as if one eye And rectifying bakers' loaves;

Upon the other were a spy, And some for finding out expedients

That, to trepan the one to think Against the slavery of obedience:

The other blind, both strove to blink; Some were for gospel ministers,

And in his dark pragmatic way And some for red-coat seculars,

As busy as a child at play. As men most fit t'hold, forth the word,

He 'ad seen three governments run down, And wield the one and th' other sword :

And had a hand in every one ; Some were for carrying on the work

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Was for them, and against them all, Against the pope, and some the Turk:

But barbarous when they came to fall: Some for engaging to suppress

For, by®trepanning th' old to ruin, The camisado of surplices,

He made his interest with the new one; That gifts and dispensations hinder'd,

Play'd true and faithful, though against And turn'd to th' outward man the inward;

His conscience, and was still advanc'd: More proper for the cloudy night

For, by the witchcraft of rebellion Of popery than gospel light:

Transforın'd t'a feeble state-camelion, Others were for abolishing

By giving aim from side to side, That tool of matrimony, a ring,

He never fail'd to save his tide, With which th' unsanctify'd bridegroom

But got the start of every state, Is marry'd only to a thumb;

And, at a change, ne'er came too late; (As wise as ringing of a pig,

Could turn his word, and oath, and faith, That us'd to break up ground, and dig)

As many ways as in a lath; The bride to nothing but her will,

By turning wriggle, like a screw, That nulls her after-marriage still :

Int' highest trust, and out, for new : Some were for th' utter extirpation

For when he 'ad happily incurrd, Of linsey-woolsey in the nation;

Instead of hemp, to be preferr'd, And some against all idolizing

And pass'd upon a government, The cross in shop-books, or baptizing:

He play'd his trick, and out he went ; Others, to make all things recant

But being out, and out of hopes The Christian or surname of Saint,

To mount his ladder (more) of ropes, And force all churches, streets, and towns,

Would strive to raise himself upon The holy title to renounce:

The public ruin, and his own; Some 'gainst a third estate of souls,

So little did he understand And bringing down the price of coals:

The desperate feats he took in band, Some for abolishing black-pudding,

For, when he 'ad got himself a name And eating nothing with the blood in;

For frauds and tricks, he spoil'd his game; To abrogate them roots and branches;

Had forc'd his peck into a noose, While others were for eating haunches

To show his play at fast and loose; Of warriors, and, now and then,

And, when he chanc'd t'escape, mistook, The flesh of kings and mighty men:

For art and subtlety, his luck. And some for breaking of their bones

So right his judgment was cut fit, With rods of iron, by secret ones;

And made a tally to his wit. for thrashing mountains, and with spells

And both together most profound For hallowing carriers' packs and bells;

At deeds of darkness under ground; Things that the legend never heard of,

As th' earth is easiest undermind, But made the wicked sore afeard of.

By vermin impotent and blind. The quacks of government (who sate

By all these arts, and many more At th’ unregarded helm of state,

He 'ad practis'd long and much before, And understood this wild confusion

Our state-artificer foresaw Of fatal madness and delusion

Which way the world began to draw: Must, sooner than a prodigy,

For, as old sinners have all points Portend destruction to be nigh)

O'th' compass in their bones and joints, Consider'd timely how t' withdraw,

Can by their pangs and aches find And save their windpipes from the law;

All turns and changes of the wind,
For one rencounter at the bar

And, better than by Napier's bones,
Was worse than all they 'ad ’scap'd in war; Feel in their own the age of moons :
And therefore met in consultation
To cant and quack upon the nation;
Not for the sickly patient's sake,

? This was sir Anthony Ashley Cooper, who com. Nor what to give, but what to take;

plied with every change in those times,

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