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But leaving John to moulder in his Urn,
My Pen doth, William, unto thee return,
And to thy Work Some notice I have took
Of what seem'd most material in thy Book.
Yet all the Filth that Thou, and Others Spaul,
On honourable Friends, in course will fall
Upon your Selves; On them it ne'er can stick:
Your selves your Vomit up again must lick.
William, Thy work is weigh'd, thy Spirit try'd;
And both thy Work and Spirit are deny'd.
Thy Spirit is the same that wrought of old
To Sanballat, Tobiah, and the bold
Assyrian Railer, Rabshakeh, who sought
God's Work and People to have brought to nought,
As thou hast done: And what the Prophet cry'd
In that case, may to thee be well apply'd.
The Virgin hath despis'd thee, Zion's Daughter
Makes thee the Object of her Scorn and Laughter.
The Daughter of Jerusalem hath shook
At thee her head (with a disdainfull look:)
For, whom hast thou Reproached and Blasphem'd,
And against whom hast thou so loudly Scream'd,
And lift thine Eyes on high? Thy spleen doth swell
Against the Holy One of Israel.
To this effect the Prophet did declame
Against the proud Assyrian, from whom came
That cursed Railer, who ev'n seems to be,
In railing Blasphemies, a Type of thee.
What Nehemiah, to Samballat said,
(When he foul Slanders to his charge had laid)
That I to thee, of all thy Slanders, Thus,
There are no such things acted, amongst us,
As thy abusive Pamphlet doth contein;
But out of thine own heart thou dost them feign.
And where thou carp'st at what we do aright,
We can for Truth's sake, in Reprocah delight.
The Lord rebuilding is his Holy City,
Which thou and Others envy (more's the pity)
And put forth all the strength and Art you have,
The work to stop, the Workmen to deprave.
But never be so vain, to think you can
The work obstruct: 'tis not the work of man.
The God of Heaven, he will prosper us;
And therefore we his Servants, (strengthned thus)
Will rise and build, as God shall us indue
With courage, Strength and Counsel for't: But you
No Portion have, who do the work condemn,
Right, Nor Memorial in Jerusalem.
My Pen doth, William, unto thee return,
And to thy Work Some notice I have took
Of what seem'd most material in thy Book.
Yet all the Filth that Thou, and Others Spaul,
On honourable Friends, in course will fall
Upon your Selves; On them it ne'er can stick:
Your selves your Vomit up again must lick.
William, Thy work is weigh'd, thy Spirit try'd;
And both thy Work and Spirit are deny'd.
Thy Spirit is the same that wrought of old
To Sanballat, Tobiah, and the bold
Assyrian Railer, Rabshakeh, who sought
God's Work and People to have brought to nought,
As thou hast done: And what the Prophet cry'd
In that case, may to thee be well apply'd.
The Virgin hath despis'd thee, Zion's Daughter
Makes thee the Object of her Scorn and Laughter.
The Daughter of Jerusalem hath shook
At thee her head (with a disdainfull look:)
For, whom hast thou Reproached and Blasphem'd,
And against whom hast thou so loudly Scream'd,
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Against the Holy One of Israel.
To this effect the Prophet did declame
Against the proud Assyrian, from whom came
That cursed Railer, who ev'n seems to be,
In railing Blasphemies, a Type of thee.
What Nehemiah, to Samballat said,
(When he foul Slanders to his charge had laid)
That I to thee, of all thy Slanders, Thus,
There are no such things acted, amongst us,
As thy abusive Pamphlet doth contein;
But out of thine own heart thou dost them feign.
And where thou carp'st at what we do aright,
We can for Truth's sake, in Reprocah delight.
The Lord rebuilding is his Holy City,
Which thou and Others envy (more's the pity)
And put forth all the strength and Art you have,
The work to stop, the Workmen to deprave.
But never be so vain, to think you can
The work obstruct: 'tis not the work of man.
The God of Heaven, he will prosper us;
And therefore we his Servants, (strengthned thus)
Will rise and build, as God shall us indue
With courage, Strength and Counsel for't: But you
No Portion have, who do the work condemn,
Right, Nor Memorial in Jerusalem.
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