Clarastella Together with Poems occasional, Elegies, Epigrams, Satyrs. By Robert Heath |
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On Whip the Preaching Coachman.
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On Whip the Preaching Coachman.
Drive right thou furious Jehu! that hast stept
From the square coach-box and profoundly leapt
To a round Preaching tub! O how he feels,
With learning that he rub'd from horses heels,
Himself inspir'd oth' sudden! now for th'cause
And overthrow of all good humane laws!
So Phaeton drove his car, which overturn'd
Through headless furie, thus, the world it burnd.
What a strange Metamorphosis is this?
A frock turn'd to a linnen Ephod is;
No Tailour Iohn of Leiden exstant now
To consecrate this groom a Prophet too,
As Becold did Tuscoverer? that then
He in reward may crown him King agen.
Like as Caligula when he did fein
Himself a God, his great horse did ordein
His Priest; a God and Prophet much alike,
Both might have learnt of Baalams Ass to speak.
Yet see how Muncers spirit reigns in him!
And like phanatick Phifers makes him dream
More revelations in one night, then th'old
Patriarchs and Prophets visions did behold!
Which phansied novels he doth oft obtrude
To the weak faith oth' giddy multitude.
Rotman or Cniperdolin never knew
Such marks oth' godly as this Saint can shew:
Whilst thus like Iohn Matthias, he contemns
All books except the Bible, and condemns
Each human Authour to the flames, that all
Ith' mist of ignorance may prove mistical.
Polygamie of Churches he doth cal,
A fornication spiritual:
When he expoundeth oh 'tis strange to see
After large sighs, in what an extasie
He speechless prays! just as the Darvises
Amongst the Turks, so in a trance he is;
These Prophets as they stile them, having run
Round til they loose their breath, fal senceless down;
And after some short sleep awaking tel
Their studied dreams as from an Oracle.
So this Enthusiast after many sighs
And turnings of the egs of his twinckling eies,
Streight Epileptick in this rapture grows,
Where after many yawns and feined shows
Of a transported mind, at last the Elf,
Delivers nonsence like the mouth of Delph.
From the square coach-box and profoundly leapt
To a round Preaching tub! O how he feels,
With learning that he rub'd from horses heels,
Himself inspir'd oth' sudden! now for th'cause
And overthrow of all good humane laws!
So Phaeton drove his car, which overturn'd
Through headless furie, thus, the world it burnd.
What a strange Metamorphosis is this?
A frock turn'd to a linnen Ephod is;
No Tailour Iohn of Leiden exstant now
To consecrate this groom a Prophet too,
As Becold did Tuscoverer? that then
He in reward may crown him King agen.
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Himself a God, his great horse did ordein
His Priest; a God and Prophet much alike,
Both might have learnt of Baalams Ass to speak.
Yet see how Muncers spirit reigns in him!
And like phanatick Phifers makes him dream
More revelations in one night, then th'old
Patriarchs and Prophets visions did behold!
Which phansied novels he doth oft obtrude
To the weak faith oth' giddy multitude.
Rotman or Cniperdolin never knew
Such marks oth' godly as this Saint can shew:
Whilst thus like Iohn Matthias, he contemns
All books except the Bible, and condemns
Each human Authour to the flames, that all
Ith' mist of ignorance may prove mistical.
Polygamie of Churches he doth cal,
A fornication spiritual:
When he expoundeth oh 'tis strange to see
After large sighs, in what an extasie
He speechless prays! just as the Darvises
Amongst the Turks, so in a trance he is;
These Prophets as they stile them, having run
Round til they loose their breath, fal senceless down;
And after some short sleep awaking tel
Their studied dreams as from an Oracle.
So this Enthusiast after many sighs
And turnings of the egs of his twinckling eies,
Streight Epileptick in this rapture grows,
Where after many yawns and feined shows
Of a transported mind, at last the Elf,
Delivers nonsence like the mouth of Delph.
Leave, leave thou russet Rabbi! leave for shame!
And do not thus abuse that holy name
And function of a Preacher! drive agen!
Currie thy horses and not Christian men!
Else prophane huckster with thy whip thou maist
E'r long be scourg'd, and forth the Temple cast.
And do not thus abuse that holy name
And function of a Preacher! drive agen!
Currie thy horses and not Christian men!
Else prophane huckster with thy whip thou maist
E'r long be scourg'd, and forth the Temple cast.
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