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To the Judges.

Dignify'd Things, may I your leave implore
To kiss your Hands, and your high Heads adore?
Judges you are, but you are something more.
May I draw near, and with a rough hewn-Pen
Give a small Draught of you, the worst of Men:
Tell of your Merits, and your mighty Skill,
And how your Charms all Courts of Justice fill:
Your Laws far stronger than the Commons Votes,
So finely flow from your dispensing Throats.
What Rome will ask, you must not her deny;
If Hell command you too, you must comply.
There's none but you would in this Cause combine;
Things made like Men, but act like Brutes and Swine.
Law-Books are Trash, a Student's but a Drudge,
Learn to say, Yes, he's an accomplish'd Judge.
He wins the Scarlet Robe, and wears it too;
Ay, and deserves it well for more's his due:
All that compleats a Traytor, dwells in you.
Thus you like Villains to the Benches get,
Where, in defiance to the Laws, you sit,
And all base Actions that will please commit.
There must you toil for Rome, and there must try
Your Irish Sense and Cobweb Policy;
Compleat your Crimes, and then you're fit to die.
True Loyal Babes, Pimps to the Church of Rome,
Tresilian's Heirs, Heirs to his Crimes and Doom.
Was e'er the Hall fill'd up with such a Brood,
All dipt in Treasons, Villanies, and Blood?
Worse than Phanatick Priests; for they being prest
By a wild Prince, preach'd to repeal the Test.
Then here's the Diff'rence 'twixt you Popish Tools;
You're downright Rogues, they only Knaves and Fools.