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This subtile deceiver,
Turn’d Bonnet into Beaver,
Down drops a Bishop, and up steps a Weaver.

It’s this makes a Lay-man,
To Preach and to Pray Man,
And this made a Lord of him, which was before a Drayman;
For from the dull-pit,
Of Saxbey’s Pulpit,
This brought an holy Iron-monger to the Pulpit:
No Gospel can guide it,
No Law can decide it,
No Church or State can debate it,
’Till the Sword hath Sanctify’d it;
Such pitiful things be,
Happier then Kings be,
This brought in the Heraldry of Thimblesby and Slingsby.

Down goes the Law-trix,
For from this Matrix,
Sprung holy Hewson’s power, and tumbl’d down St Patrick’s.
It batter’d the Gun-kirk,
So it did their Dum-kirk,
That he is fled and gone to the Devil in Dunkirk;
In Scotland this waster,
Did work such disaster,
This brought the Money back for which they sold their Master:
This frighted the Flemming,
And made his so beseeming,
That he doth never think of his lost Lands redeeming.

But he that can tower,
Over him that is lower,
Would be counted but a Fool to give away his Power:
Take books and rent them,
Who can invent them,
When that the sword replys Negatur Argumentur:

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