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I will not, William, take the pains to trace
The Snakey Windings of thy crooked Race;
Nor do I mean to give my self the trouble
To hunt thee, foot by foot, through ev'ry double;
Nor do I purpose here to spend my time,
To sweep away the stinking Mud and Slime,
(The Sanious matter of a Putrid Brain,
Which doth well nigh each page of thine distain)
Which in base Terms, and for the basest Ends,
Thou belchest forth against those worthy Friends,
Who, maugre all thy foul Calumniation,
Have in the Church an honourable Station.
I hold it needless now to make Defence,
Against plain Envy, for plain Innocence.
Besides, they are more able far, I know,
Thy Vomit back upon thy face to throw,
If they think fit; or, with a noble Scorn,
And, silent, set their feet upon thy Horn.
Avoiding therefore that Scurrility,
Wherewith upon some Persons thou dost fly,
A purpose more especially to look
Unto those envious Parcels of thy Book,
Which seem to have a more extence relation
To all the faithful Friends in ev'ry Nation;
Not only those whom God hath call'd to be
His Servants in a publick Ministry,
But even all, beneath the Cope of Heaven
Now living, who their Names to Christ have given.
And, in this Search, I make no doubt to find,
And manifest, that, with malicious Mind,
Like Sanballat, Tobiah, and the rest,
Whose envious workings are before exprest,
Thou either chargest Friends with what's not true,
Or blam'st their doing what they ought to do.
The Snakey Windings of thy crooked Race;
Nor do I mean to give my self the trouble
To hunt thee, foot by foot, through ev'ry double;
Nor do I purpose here to spend my time,
To sweep away the stinking Mud and Slime,
(The Sanious matter of a Putrid Brain,
Which doth well nigh each page of thine distain)
Which in base Terms, and for the basest Ends,
Thou belchest forth against those worthy Friends,
Who, maugre all thy foul Calumniation,
Have in the Church an honourable Station.
I hold it needless now to make Defence,
Against plain Envy, for plain Innocence.
Besides, they are more able far, I know,
Thy Vomit back upon thy face to throw,
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And, silent, set their feet upon thy Horn.
Avoiding therefore that Scurrility,
Wherewith upon some Persons thou dost fly,
A purpose more especially to look
Unto those envious Parcels of thy Book,
Which seem to have a more extence relation
To all the faithful Friends in ev'ry Nation;
Not only those whom God hath call'd to be
His Servants in a publick Ministry,
But even all, beneath the Cope of Heaven
Now living, who their Names to Christ have given.
And, in this Search, I make no doubt to find,
And manifest, that, with malicious Mind,
Like Sanballat, Tobiah, and the rest,
Whose envious workings are before exprest,
Thou either chargest Friends with what's not true,
Or blam'st their doing what they ought to do.
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