THE ASSEMBLY OF Moderate Divines.
PRay pardon me,
John Bayes, for I beg your excuse
If I make no stranger of your beloved Muse,
It being your Talent
Divines to Abuse.
Divines that can Scruple and Cant with the Times,
As
Settle and
Shadwell for Crust belch their Rhymes:
But St.
Peter and
Judas we know had their Crimes.
If among Twelve Apostles, we can produce two,
Did exceed any Cruel and Hard-hearted
Jew,
Why then shou'd we wonder, if we have a few.
There's the B—p of
B—n, for he
L—ne n'er saw,
And there's
Naked Truth, with his scrupulous Paw,
And theres—
Pray beware of the Common Law.
There's t
[...]e D— of St.
P— admired by some
For his Works against
England, Geneva and
Rome,
Idolatry, Seperation, Irenicum.
And there's
Trimming Tray too, who talks much of Love,
As if a
Phanatick was as meek as a Dove:
But for him and
R— Cudworth, a God let them prove.
But
Gilbert where art thou? thou man of the Lord,
For
Mary-Hill's lost, you may take the
Planks word,
Between you and I, 'twas a
Prophetick Board.
With you
Anth— H—ke the Pulpit disgraces
By your Whining, your Canting, and your Outlandish Faces,
But the
Rolls and the
Savoy are Priviledg'd places.
St.
Lawrence for
Wh—te did stiffly dispute,
Perhaps he might Cant well, had he not been Mute,
But he Preached as
Marr-all does play on the Lute.
There's old Father
G—rd of
Dunstans i'th'
East,
Who among the rude Vulgar is a Prophet at least;
But who e're Preach'd well, when the People were pleas'd.
There's a Fat
Trimming Doctor of
Cornhill St.
Miles,
Whom the
Clergy's contemner, Parson slip Stockins stiles
An Eloquent Preacher, none hears him, but smiles,
And there's
Boannerges his Brother that thunders,
He Cants in
Old-Fish-street, and who I pray wonders,
For he has a most excellent Voice to sell
Flounders.
There's a Moderate Doctor at
Criplegate dwells,
Who
Sm—s his Curate in
Trimming excels:
But
Bunyan the
Tinker has tickled his Gills.
There
's P—ne of
Whitechappel a
Simoniac they say,
A man that's cut out to be Vicar of
Bray,
If the Times do but turn: as he wishes they may.
There's
Charterhouse P—cke, a Captain they call him,
For
Borlesqueing the Psalms, some highly extol him,
But O how
L'Strange, and
Sam's Coffee house gall him.
But
Kidder thy
Trimmings above humane Race,
For
Faction turn'd out of the
Rolls with Disgrace,
And Orthodox
B—t succeeds in thy place.
There's
Scotch bawling
Alderson, proof against Ien,
Has a Voice that drowns a Cathedral
Amen:
But 'tis thought he Catches more Women than Men.
There's
D—m of
Breadstreet has
Trimm'd fifty years.
So Old, so Grave, and so Foolish appears,
At once he deserves both Laughter and Tears,
But
Trimming's the subject of Brave
Roger's Pen,
Who Scourges those Monsters call'd
Moderate Min,
For
Trimming the Source of
Rebellion has been,
Go on Loyal
Sir, and gain more Renown,
Write all the
Factious Whiggs and
Trimmers down,
Draw out your Conquering Pen and Guard the Crown.
FINIS.