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On Bishop Laud against Fisher.
VVhen future ages shall grow up to Laud,They'l give thy name it's due; & thee applaud.
Rome's Fisher in thy See could cast no bait,
But you secur'd the Fish from the deceit.
The Fisher strook grew wise; and silent too:
The Fisher like the fish, made mute by you.
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Her body had proportion to be lov'd:
In various colour'd garments, didst her bring
With Ceremonies glorious to her King.
Thou reformation's rude draught up didst fil,
And Primitive ex'llence Copy by thy skill.
At peace Jerusalem in her self seem'd one;
And like Bizantium walls an intire stone.
But now the Pastor's gone, the sheep do stray,
To Romish Wolves, and schism tick Foxes prey.
Churches like Leda's twins do rise and set,
Like poor mens lands by theft, do patches get;
Swinish perfections all is aim'd at now,
Parmeno-like to gruntle like a sow:
Apocryphal Priests reach no Canonical truth,
Who any learns 'tis out of th' book of Ruth.
Unhappy men safe virtue we despise,
Too late complain grown by our losses wise.
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