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[Samuel Arnold]
1
Independents precise of late did deviseOf a Boatman to make a Divine
A Smith and a Planter did make an Adventure
Their Wits and their Call to refine.
2
I wish he steer well his new Boat out of HellAnd that he Mistake not his port:
Or he will steer thither, or I know not whither,
If instead of Starboard, he port.
3
Our reverend Dea'n with his hands washed clean,Laid them on our Pastors Head;
And gave him a Charge, which was so very large
That it struck him almost dead.
4
The other Dea'n was very whistAnd on his Head he laid his Fist
But did not express either Word or Letter
And being in a Maze, put his hand out of place
Which indeed became the Anvil better.
5
[OMITTED]Blind Zeal they had for their pretencment
Their Doctor they made and were not afraid,
By a strange and new fashioned Commencement.
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