A Journey to Hell or, A Visit paid to the Devil. A poem. The Second Edition [by Edward Ward] |
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Who so demure before the Court appear,
By lying Pamphlets labour'd to delude
And lead astray the brainless Multitude:
Fill'd with vile Notions ev'ry empty Pate,
Bad for their Souls, and dangerous for the State:
Render'd all those that did their Ends oppose,
To the believing Crowd, the Nations Foes:
Imploy'd each scandalous invective Pen,
T'abuse and stigmatize the best of Men;
Friends to the Church, to Pop'ry disavow'd,
With odious Names, obnoxious to the Crowd,
That the rude Mob might take the wicked cry,
And hunt down those did their Intrigues defy,
Who would, for no bye Ends, with base Designs comply;
But like true Patriots always firmly stood,
To save the Nation from a Factious Brood;
True to the Church, their Country, and the State,
And only aim'd to be in Goodness Great:
Such in their barren Pamphlets they bely'd;
Such they perplex'd, and such they villifi'd.
So mercenary Jilts, bred up in Stews,
Do the most virtuous of their Sex abuse,
And to defend their own lascivious Fau't,
Will swear the modest are in private naught,
And are the silent Sows that drink up all the draught.
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