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And forc'd us, tho' against the grain,

T' have calls to teach it up again.
For 'twas but justice to restore

The wrongs we had receiv'd before;

And when 'twas held forth in our way,

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We'ad been ungrateful not to pay :

Who for the right we've done the nation,
Have earn'd our temporal falvation,

At least, in carrying on th' affair:

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But whether that be fo, or not,

We've done enough to have it thought, 800

And that's as good as if we 'ad don't,

And easier past upon account:

For if it be but half deny'd,

'Tis half as good as justify'd.
The world is naturally averse
To all the truth it fees or hears,
But fwallows nonfenfe and a lie,
With greediness and gluttony;
And tho' it have the pique, and long,
'Tis still for fomething in the wrong :

As women long when they 're with child,
For things extravagant and wild;

For meats ridiculous and fulfome,

But feldom any thing that's wholesome ;
And, like the world, men's jobbernoles
Turn round upon their ears, the poles;

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And what they're confidently told,
By no fenfe else can be controll❜d.
And this, perhaps, may be the means,
Once more to hedge in providence.
For as relapses make diseases

More defp'rate than their firft acceffes;
If we but get again in pow'r,
Our work is easier than before;

And we more ready and expert
I' th' mystery, to do our part:
We, who did rather undertake
The first war to create, than make;
And when of nothing 'twas begun,

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Rais'd funds as ftrange, to carry 't on:

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Trepann'd the ftate, and fac'd it down,

With plots and projects of our own:
And if we did fuch feats at first,
What can we now we're better vers'd;

Who have a freer latitude

Than finners give themselves, allow'd;
And therefore likelieft to bring in,
On fairest terms, our discipline;

To which it was reveal'd long fince,
We were ordain'd by providence,
When three faints' ears, our predeceslors,

The caufe's primitive confessors,

B'ing crucify'd, the nation stood
In just so many years of blood,
That, multiply'd by fix, express'd
The perfect number of the beast,
And prov'd that we must be the men
To bring this work about agen:

And those who laid the firft foundation,
Complete the thorough reformation:

For who have gifts to carry on

So great a work, but we alone?

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What churches have fuch able pastors,

And precious, powerful, preaching masters?
Poffefs'd with abfolute dominions

O'er brethren's purses and opinions?
And trufted with the double keys
Of heav'n, and their warehouses;
Who, when the caufe is in distress,
Can furnish out what fums they please,
That brooding lie in bankers' hands,
To be difpos'd at their commands ;
And daily increase and multiply,
With doctrine, ufe, and ufury:

Can fetch in parties, as in war

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All other heads of cattle are,

From th' enemy of all religions,

As well as high and low conditions,

And fhare them, from blue ribbands down
To all blue aprons in the town;

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