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But ſtand expos’d to every abuſe,
That each Fanatick whimſie ſhall produce.
Then ſure ſuch Men, who by a Painful Life,
(Thro’ Grace) to Knowledge more ſublim’d arive,
And, with the piercing Eyes of Reaſon, ſee
Thro’ all the Miſt’ries of Divinitie,
Juſtly deſerve a Spiritual advance,
Above an unlearn’d, or a half-learn’d Dunce;
Whoſe rowling Eyes, feign’d Looks, and yawning Jaws,
Can nothing utter, but with Hums, and Haughs;
Inſpir’d with Ignorance, then roars aloud
Audacious Nonſenſe, to a Brainleſs Croud:
Tis theſe; who from their Cradle are miſled,
And backward taught, to Factious Pulpits bred,
Who, with impetuous Vi’lence, headlong run,
Purſuing Ills, their Rebel Si’res begun.
Thus in their Fathers faults they perſevere,
And by Inſtinct of Nature, envious Dunces are:
Theſe, thro’ their barren Ignorance, exclaime
Againſt all, Order and the Church defame.
Pelting with Factious, and Calumnious Lyes,
That Sacred Pow’r, to which they cannot riſe:
Spurning at all Eccleſiaſtick Pomp,
True Zealous Sons of the deteſted Rump,
Waiting the lucky Minute to be turn’d up Trump.
Graſhopper.
Theſe bald aſperſions, from afar you fetch,
Serve, but as Bullets, to enlarge the Breach.
