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Instead of Frontispiece, or Babbie,
We plac't to please some puiney Rabbie,
Who hates an Author that enlarges,
And cons the Index to save charges.
Discord, that Tearing, Hectoring Ranter,
Provokes a Dean and his Arch-chanter,
Who had liv'd friendly forty years,
To fall together by the ears;
A Rotten Pulpit plac'd i'th' Quire
Furnished fewel to the Fire:
Three swashing Blades, blind Fates agree
Should do the work: but who they bee,
Pray ask the Canto, that can tell
Better than I: and so Farewell.
Thus far the Porch, now view the House,
Here is the Mountain, there's the Mouse.
 
Immortal feuds, and more than Civil Warrs,
And Fights thô fierce, disfigur'd with no Scarrs.
I sing! And thee Great Prelate, who of late,
Maugre the Chanter, and Reluctant Fate
Didst raise at length a Pulpit in the Quire,
Th' immortal Trophee of thy Mortal Ire.
Twice the Pragmatick Chanter, thô in vain,
Presum'd to discompose thy peaceful Reign;
Twice with Schismatick Pride did enterprize
To force the Chapter in Rebellion rise;
As oft the Dean him swoln with envious rage,
Hurl'd Headlong from high hopes; and by the sage

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