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The REFORMADO.
Upon a certain Levite who had tryed many Sects, writing bald Acrosticks against Mr. R. W.
1672.
Inlighten'd by his fiery rant,
I find out George, but not the Saint.
His Idle Phrensie makes it ghest,
Tho not inspir'd, he is possest.
The ancient Jews for cure did play,
And Fiend at Musick fled away.
But here, alas, our modern Jew
Is both the Fiend, and Fidler too.
I find out George, but not the Saint.
His Idle Phrensie makes it ghest,
Tho not inspir'd, he is possest.
The ancient Jews for cure did play,
And Fiend at Musick fled away.
But here, alas, our modern Jew
Is both the Fiend, and Fidler too.
Stumbling in his Acrostick way,
Look how his Muses feet are splay.
From letter they to letter stride:
As Cripples upon Crutches ride.
George, the fierce Dogril, tortures Verse,
'Till every Sheet becomes an Herse.
For as that Tyrant's cruel wit
Made each man's legs his Bed-stead fit:
So here's a foot rackt to reach G,
And here's one lopt to size with D.
When Verse does in Acrosticks lie,
The tortur'd sense lies gasping by.
Look but with what a painful pride,
His Pegasus does trammel'd ride.
Like Baker's Palfry thorough pac'd;
An Issachar 'twixt Panniers plac'd.
But he pretends to Helicon,
As Priest of the Prophetick Tun.
For as of old, the Delphian Knave,
Inspir'd fro' th' hole of Sybil's Cave,
With glowing Cheeks and staring Eyes
Half mad did from the Tripos rise;
And then with odd phrenetick zeal
The fates of Mortals did reveal:
So when prophetick George does come
From sage Eliza's lower room;
Inspir'd with false outragious zeal,
With brains and cheeks red hot with Ale,
Having first set his Mouth to Bung;
His chanting Oracles are sung.
Look how his Muses feet are splay.
From letter they to letter stride:
As Cripples upon Crutches ride.
George, the fierce Dogril, tortures Verse,
'Till every Sheet becomes an Herse.
For as that Tyrant's cruel wit
Made each man's legs his Bed-stead fit:
So here's a foot rackt to reach G,
And here's one lopt to size with D.
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The tortur'd sense lies gasping by.
Look but with what a painful pride,
His Pegasus does trammel'd ride.
Like Baker's Palfry thorough pac'd;
An Issachar 'twixt Panniers plac'd.
But he pretends to Helicon,
As Priest of the Prophetick Tun.
For as of old, the Delphian Knave,
Inspir'd fro' th' hole of Sybil's Cave,
With glowing Cheeks and staring Eyes
Half mad did from the Tripos rise;
And then with odd phrenetick zeal
The fates of Mortals did reveal:
So when prophetick George does come
From sage Eliza's lower room;
Inspir'd with false outragious zeal,
With brains and cheeks red hot with Ale,
Having first set his Mouth to Bung;
His chanting Oracles are sung.
Deep George in ancient Saws delights;
A Grecian only in their Rites.
With pious fictions, impious jests,
And Revels fitting Sibyl's Priests,
Reeling from Bacchanalian feasts.
A Grecian only in their Rites.
With pious fictions, impious jests,
And Revels fitting Sibyl's Priests,
Reeling from Bacchanalian feasts.
If old Pythagoras rule hold true,
How each soul transmigrates a new;
That unfledg'd Muse in former times
Which flutter'd into Hopkin's Rhymes,
Being lured now to George his use,
Seems transmigrated to a Goose.
But such a Goose whose gagling bawl,
Is hir'd to serve the Capitol.
His Faith, as well as Wit, is known
To've suffer'd Transmigration:
For having learnt the Garb and Caw,
It transmigrated to a Daw.
And Jack-daw-like in Church did rest,
Till the foul Bird defil'd its nest.
Then, Dormouse like, made its repair
T'a Meeting-house, with twilight pray'r,
And roosted in a Cobler's Chair;
Till to a Drake it did arrive,
And with the Dipper learnt to dive.
Then Raven-like the Air did coast,
And hover'd over Cromwel's Host;
Incouraging that Tyrant's crime,
Its Feathers took a deeper grime.
Yet, as old Nick would fain seem white,
To ape the glorious Sons of light;
So George in Surplice now does lurk,
Gaining this Title for his work,
George-Bajazet the Christian Turk.
How each soul transmigrates a new;
That unfledg'd Muse in former times
Which flutter'd into Hopkin's Rhymes,
Being lured now to George his use,
Seems transmigrated to a Goose.
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Is hir'd to serve the Capitol.
His Faith, as well as Wit, is known
To've suffer'd Transmigration:
For having learnt the Garb and Caw,
It transmigrated to a Daw.
And Jack-daw-like in Church did rest,
Till the foul Bird defil'd its nest.
Then, Dormouse like, made its repair
T'a Meeting-house, with twilight pray'r,
And roosted in a Cobler's Chair;
Till to a Drake it did arrive,
And with the Dipper learnt to dive.
Then Raven-like the Air did coast,
And hover'd over Cromwel's Host;
Incouraging that Tyrant's crime,
Its Feathers took a deeper grime.
Yet, as old Nick would fain seem white,
To ape the glorious Sons of light;
So George in Surplice now does lurk,
Gaining this Title for his work,
George-Bajazet the Christian Turk.
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