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And first, 'tis to speak whatever we please,
the rhyme, the wit, and the sense : But for lying (the most noble part of a poet) You have it abundantly, and yourselves know it ; And though you are modest and seem to abhor it, "T has done you good service, and thank Hell for it :
Although the old maxim remains still in force,
A WESTERN WONDER,
Do you not know, not a fortnight ago,
How they bragg'd of a Western Wonder ? When a hundred and ten flew five thousand men,
With the help of lightning and thunder ? There Hopton was flain, again and again,
Or else my author did lye ; With a new Thanksgiving, for the dead who are living,
To God, and his servant Chidleigh.
But now on which fide was this miracle try'd,
I hope we at last are even ; For Sir Ralph and his knaves are risen from their graves,
To cudgel the clowns of Devon.
And there Stamford came, for his honour was lame
Of the gout three months together ; But it prov'd, when they fought, but a running gout, For his heels were lighter than ever,
For now he out-runs his arms and his guns,
And leaves all his money behind him ;
At Plymouth again they will find him.
What Reading hath cost, and Stamford hath loft,
Goes deep in the sequestrations ; These wounds will not heal, with your new great seal,
Nor Jepson's declarations.
Now, Peters and Case, in your prayer and grace,
Remember the new Thanksgiving ; Ifaac and his wife, now dig for your life,
Or shortly you'll dig for your living.
A SECOND WESTERN WONDER.
You heard of that Wonder, of the Lightning and
Which was done with a firkin of Powder.
O what a damp it struck through the camp
But as for honest Sir Ralph,
or eyes, But at least three heads and F
Have I so often past between
And did myself divide :
For they knew none beside.
Did I for this take pains to teach
And did their lungs inspire;
To fing abroad the fire ?
Sometimes to beg, sometimes to threaten,
To stroke the people's ears ;
To raise the price of fears.
And now the books, and now the bells,
To edify the people;
The pulpit and the steeple.
And shall we kindle all this flame
And must we now give o'er,
And only end where we begun?
If we can do no more.
If men in peace can have their right,
That breaks both law and oath?
But us againft them both.
Either the cause at first was ill,
And thence they will infer,
That we ourselves inay err.
But plague and famine will come in,
God's providence, and plunder.
Princes we are if we prevail,
When to our fame 'tis told,
To have defroy'd the old.