In Imitation of Hudibras The Dissenting Hypocrite, or Occasional Conformist; with reflections On Two of the Ring-Leaders, &c. Viz. I. Their Works and Writings. II. Their Professions and Principles. III. Their Qualifications and Parts. IV. Their Persons and Practices [by Edward Ward] |
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How Jolly Tutchin's Heart would flutter
To see the govern'd Nation's utter
Destruction, and the STUARTS Names
Extinct, and Commonwealth Men's Frames
Rise, Phœnix like, out of their dying Flames!
How he'd Rejoyc'd in witty Flashes,
If OXFORD had been laid in Ashes,
Not to be quench'd with humane Gore;
As it was threaten'd heretofore
By a Great Son of a deluded Whore!
He might Tantivees then have Sounded,
Like any prosperous Old Round-Head,
And made the Royalists acknowledge,
The Martyrdom of Murd'ring Colledge;
Whose deep-projected Racee-Show
Was to have struck Another Blow,
As Fatal as the Former Stroke;
Which greater Wrath does still Invoke:
But Rowland, Oliver soon Sounded,
And so their Plots were All confounded.
Perhaps He'll say I am mistaken,
To save his Own and his Friend's Bacon;
They have Another Game to play,
And can distinguish their Old Way:
The Presbyterians did not do it,
And th'Independents must allow it.
But when that Royal Blood was spilt,
Their Hands were Both imbrew'd in Guilt;
And Equally concern'd they were;
Each had his Wish, each had his Pray'r,
These cut his Head-off, Those held-up his Hair.
To see the govern'd Nation's utter
Destruction, and the STUARTS Names
Extinct, and Commonwealth Men's Frames
Rise, Phœnix like, out of their dying Flames!
How he'd Rejoyc'd in witty Flashes,
If OXFORD had been laid in Ashes,
Not to be quench'd with humane Gore;
As it was threaten'd heretofore
By a Great Son of a deluded Whore!
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Like any prosperous Old Round-Head,
And made the Royalists acknowledge,
The Martyrdom of Murd'ring Colledge;
Whose deep-projected Racee-Show
Was to have struck Another Blow,
As Fatal as the Former Stroke;
Which greater Wrath does still Invoke:
But Rowland, Oliver soon Sounded,
And so their Plots were All confounded.
Perhaps He'll say I am mistaken,
To save his Own and his Friend's Bacon;
They have Another Game to play,
And can distinguish their Old Way:
The Presbyterians did not do it,
And th'Independents must allow it.
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Their Hands were Both imbrew'd in Guilt;
And Equally concern'd they were;
Each had his Wish, each had his Pray'r,
These cut his Head-off, Those held-up his Hair.
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