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Seeing such transmigration there,
She thought it not a fable here.
Such a resemblance of all parts,
Life, death, age, fortune, nature, arts ;
Then lights her torch at theirs, to tell,
And shew the world this parallel :
Fixt and contemplative their looks,
Still turning over Nature's books:
Their works chaste, moral, and divine,
Where profit and delight combine;
They, gilding dirt, in noble verse
Rustic philosophy rehearse.
When heroes, gods, or god-like kings,
They praise, on their exalted wings
To the celestial orbs they climb,
And with th' harmonious spheres keep time:
Nor did their actions fall behind
Their words, but with like candour shin'd;
Each drew fair characters, yet none
Of these they feign'd, excels their own.
Both by two generous princes lov'd,
Who knew, and judg'd what they approv'd.
Yet having each the same desire,
Both from the busy throng retire.
Their bodies, to their minds resign'd,
Car'd not to propagáte their kind :
Yet though both fell before their hour,
Time on their off-spring hath no power,
Nor fire nor fate their bays shall blast,
Nor death's dark veil their day o'ercaft.

A SPEECH

A SPEECH against PEACE,

AT

THE

CLOS E COMMITTE E.

To the tune of, “ I went from England.”

BoT will you now to face incline,

UT
And languish in the main design,

And leave us in the lurch?
I would not monarchy destroy,
But as the only way t' enjoy

The ruin of the church.

Is not the bishops' bill deny’d,
And we still threatend to be try'd ?

You see the king embraces
Those counsels he approv'd before :
Nor doth he promise, which is more,

That we shall have their places.

Did I for this bring in the Scot?
(For 'tis no secret now) the plot

Was Saye's and mine together :
Did I for this return again,
And spend a winter there in vain,

Once more t'invite them hither ?

Though more our money than our cause
Their brotherly assistance draws,

My labour was not lofte

At

At my return I brought you thence
Necessity, their strong pretence,

And these shall quit the cost.

Did I for this my country bring
To help their knight against their king,

And raise the first fedition ?
Though I the business did decline,
Yet I contriv'd the whole design,

And sent them their petition.

So many nights spent in the city
In that Invisible Committee,

The wheel that governs all.
From thence the change in church and state,
And all the mischief bears the date

From Haberdashers' Hall.

Did we force Ireland to despair,
Upon the king to cast the war,

To make the world abhor him,
Because the rebels us'd his name?
Though we ourselves can do the same,

While both alike were for him.

Then the same fire we kindled here
With what was given to quench it there,

And wisely lost that nation :
To do as crafty beggars use,
To maim themselves, thereby t’ abuse

The simple man's compaffion.

Have I so often paft between
Windsor and Westminster, unseen,

And did myself divide :
To keep his excellence in awe,
And give the parliament the law ?

For they knew none beside.

Did I for this take pains to teach
Our zealous ignorants to preach,

And did their lungs inspire ;
Gave them their texts, shew'd them their parts,
And taught them all their little arts,

To fling abroad the fire ?

Sometimes to beg, sometimes to threaten,
And say the cavaliers are beaten,

To stroke the people's ears ;
Then straight when victory grows cheap,
And will no more advance the heap,

To raise the price of fears.

And now the books, and now the bells,
And now our act the preacher tells,

To edify the people ;
All our divinity is news,
And we have made of equal use

The pulpit and the steeple.

And shall we kindle all this flame
Only to put it out again,

And must we now give o'er,

And

And only end where we begun?
In vain this mischief we have done,

If we can do no more.

If men in peace can have their right,
Where's the necessity to fight,

That breaks both law and oath ?
They 'll say they fight not for the cause,
Nor to defend the king and laws,

But us against them both.

Either the cause at first was ill,
Or being good, it is so still ;

And thence they will infer,
That either now or at the first
They were deceiv'd; or, which is worst,

That we ourselves may err.

But plague and famine will come in,
For they and we are near of kin,

And cannot go afunder:
But while the wicked starve, indeed
The saints have ready at their need

God's providence, and plunder.

Princes we are if we prevail,
And gallant villains if we fail :

When to our fame 'tis told,
It will not be our least of praise,
Since a new state we could not raise,

To have destroy'd the old.

Then

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