A KEY (With the WHIP) To open the MYSTERY and INIQUITY OF THE POEM CALL'D ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL.
THus far His Braz'd fac'd Preface (a vile Design)
Call'd for a Comment Rugged, yet Divine,
His Book's no better, Head and Body too
Of Polypus s [...]inks on, to th' Realm Undo;
As Full of Hell, as Ink, sublimely Base,
If it th' Impartial Or [...] step by step do Trace.
View but distinctly's Iewish Allegories,
Allusions of both's English Whigs, and Tories.
Never were th' Harp, and th' Harrow more unlike,
Not Even, but Odd All his Two's do strike;
Next View betwixt, but no Congruity:
Had Plutarch made such parallels as This
[...]ond Poet doth, he had deserv'd an Hiss;
K. Charles.
First to begin with's Top-ComparisonOf Holy David to our Soveraign.
The Type of Christ he makes our Charles's Type,
Yet draws foul Figures of the Antitype;
As if embracing Queans o're all his Land,
Instead of's Royal Queen with's Royal Hand:
'Tis true this Godly King had many Wives,
Yet neither He, nor th' Rest leading such Lives,
Can be excus'd from Sin, unless he'l prove,
A Divine Dispensation did them move,
But not one word; suppose God Tolerated
This ill for good, yet not Anticipated
Is his first Law hereby, it stands in [...]orce
'Gainst all Exceptions, and all Fal [...]e Divorce;
First one to one was the first blest Confinement,
More is a Monster, and a Curs'd consignment;
Man then was bid to cleave unto his Wife,
Mat. 19.5.
Not unto Wives, and this was during Life,
If neither of the two have power over
Their Bodies,
1 Cor. 7.4.
then they cann't give to another.Though David did excel all other Kings,
His Vertues shone, Save only in the Things
Of's brave Vriah,
1 King. 15.5.
whose Cade lamb he tookUnto his Flock, and so Gods Law forsook▪
This Wicked Poet, one of th' Devils Imps,
O're looks all th' Good, and like a Prince of Pimps
Fixes on's Fault, propounds 't for Imitation,
A Pattern prompt for a Kings Gloriation.
(Scarabeus like) he flies o're fragrant Flowers;
And falls on stinking Dung, which he Impowers
[Page 19]A Princes President, like Machiavel,
Propounds a Pattern prompting towards Hell
Thus fawning Sycophants do bolster up
Their Lords in ill, their spittle they will sup.
Those Cur Dogs, currying Kindness, suck the Blood
While they but lick the wound, as pleasing Food,
Kind Murtherers of Souls in Court are these,
Aiones, and Negones, what you please:
Next is our English Queen the Poets Scorn,
Q Katherine.
Because she's Barren, She must be forlorn:
Though mocking Michals may have barren Wombs,
Impos'd as th' Curse of God to cut their Combs
For Scorning Piety,
2 Sam. 6.23.
yet Daughters ofSarah as well as Saul (whom he doth huff)
May Barren be; Man is not in Gods stead,
Gen. 30.1.
The Key of Wombs is at Gods Girdle ti'd:
How dare this black-mouth'd wretch blaspheme a Queen,
To Afflict th' Afflicted base hath even been:
Near to the King he falls on Monmouth next,
D. of Monmouth.
Makes th' Story of proud Absalom his Text.
This Noble Duke he makes his Absalon,
As if a Traitor to the King and Crown;
Oh thou Incongruous Fool, what parallel
That's Congruous 'twixt these two canst thou tell?
Iosephus and the Scripture [...]imn to life
Thy vile Ambitionists most restless Strife
To Rape the Crown before his Fathers Death,
2 Sam. 16.11.
Sick of his life, he sought to stop his Breath.
A Graphical Description of this Type,
Set out in 'ts Colours, Epithets most Ripe;
Stands upon Record with this ugly Brand,
A compleat Rogue, Ambitious, Arrogant,
Vngrateful, Lying, a Dissembling Wretch,
Who th' Reins of lustful Reins did lewdly stretch,
[Page 20]Traitor to's Father, Rebel to his King,
Subverter of the People, every thing
Accomplishing a Villain Sublimate
Without a parallel in Realm, or State:
And must brave Monmouth be his parallel,
By Renegado Wits of old Cromwell.
Five hundred Guinnies makes him sell his Sense,
His King and Country, and his Conscience:
Oh lump of Impudence, where canst thou find
That e're Pride budded
Ezek. 7. [...]0.
thus in Monmouths mind?Was e're he hammering and hatching out,
For two full years any Rebellious Rout?
As did thy Absalom: did e're this Duke
His Fathers Judges Brand in ope Rebuke
2 Sam, 15.3.
,Iosephus. [...] V [...]
Affecting to be made Iudge in the Land;Soothing all Plaintiffs that their Cause would stand
Right, or Wrong, smooth them up with gawdy words,
To steal away their Hearts, while War and Swords
Were in his Heart against his Fathers Crown,
Fit to be made a Chanc'lour of Renown:
When did this Noble Duke aspire a Train
Of Princely Port like a Successours Aim?
When did he Court, Collogue, Crouch, Cring to th' Rabble?
All's true of Absalom, of th' Duke a Babble:
Stoln hath he many Hearts, unto the King,
But never any from him, That's the thing
Thou dost traduce him with, as basely by
Counterfeit Court'sy stoop'd to climb on high:
A Votary when seem'd he for Religion,
Only to palliate Design'd Rebellion?
When did he send his Spies abroad the Land
To feel the Peoples Pulses, bring to Hand,
Their Hands and Hearts to his Conspiracy;
Though some attend him in Simplicity:
[Page 21]Much more Dispar'ty might be Blazon'd on,
'Twixt our Young Hero, and this Rebel Son,
Thy Type and Antitype Concords no better,
In 'ts Starched Verse, and Dedicated Letter.
More clear 'twill be in thy Achitophel,
E. of Shaftesbury.
Sage Shaftesbury thou makes his Parallel.
The only hit is both were Oracles,
All th' rest are empty sounds, and idle Kackles:
Thy Type pernicious Counsel did infuse,
That th' Rebel-Son a princely pomp might use
Chariots and Horsemen, fifty Footmen, all
The vulgar to perstringe, and them enthrall,
Must rise up early, call the Plaintiff to him,
Shew Zeal to Right from those that would undo hi [...] ▪
Must meet all Suiters, say their Cause was good,
Though nere so bad, yet none deputed stood,
In's Courts to Right them, he must undertake,
Promise Redress from Griefs for Iustice sake,
Though never meant it, but to gain their Loan,
From Davids Carkass he might step to th' Throne.
With many more insinuating Tricks,
Impatient of delays, th' Mock-Sun to fix.
In's Royal Orb before th' True Sun was set,
Present Possession of the Crown to get:
Did e're our Earl Brisk Monmouth thus advise,
For a prepost'rous Throne to Tantalize,
His Fathers Person, Iustice to Traduce,
To th' Rabble say, His Courts were of no Use,
To hear their cause, and to Redress their wrong,
Such Poison 's not transfus'd into his Tongue:
When did he teach this Duke to Vilify
His Fathers Magistrates for Villany,
To vulgar Ears, His Dote Age-Government,
Yet th' People praise even to the firmament,
[Page 22]Sordidly fawn them from their Wit and Reason,
And deep involve them into horrid Treason;
That Subtil-Fox, the true Achitophel,
Was at the bottom of this Cursed Spell;
(Though he lay lurking in his hole unseen)
To black and blast th'Kings fame (from spiteful spleen,)
As if he had no care to execute
Justice himself, nor others did depute,
To do it under him, nor did he blame
Those that neglected it, to h's Kingdoms shame,
A Shameless Slander of a Graceless Son,
(Iustice to all (God testifies
2 Sam. 8.15.
) was done)Which that old lurking Fox had foisted in
To his Ambition, th' Rising Sun to win.
The Setting Sun found him a wicked Man,
Unconscionable POLITITIAN;
So breaks with him, who hereupon withdraws,
Lays close at Giloh, yet puts forth his paws,
Paved a way by h's close persuasion,
Prompting the simple to Rebellion.
This crafty Ape draws Nuts out of the Fire,
With the Cats paw to save his own entire:
Thus th' Coadjutor of this Damned Plot,
Made Hellish Bolts, by fools then to be shot,
(If not its Author) yet plays least in sight,
Lurking at home, disguised from the Light,
In's Country House, that it might not be known,
His Hand did manage this Rebellious Son;
Wherein his Head and Heart were deep engag'd,
Engaging vulgar Hands, being sore inrag'd,
'Gainst David who cashierd him from his Place;
(When's Roguish Craft was seen with open Face)
Revenge he'l take, though at the first behind,
The Curtain undiscern'd, but's wicked mind,
[Page 23](Twice dipt in th' Devils Dy-fat, th' Scarlet die)
Makes him appear 'mongst th' Rebels publickly,
Then gave he Absalom those damn'd Designs,
First to act Incest on th' Kings Concubines;
Oh Hellish Tongue worthy to be cut out,
And shred in Gobbets, and thrust down his Throat,
That thus misus'd it, prompting his new King,
To such Unpardonable, Villanous a Thing;
Besides the hazard of's Immortal Soul,
Which Flagrant Sin wise Council would controul,
This pestilent Advice was, that the Son
Might be abhorr'd of h's Father, thereupon
All Hands of th' Rebel Rout resolv'd would be,
When reconcilement they no hope could see:
This matchless Fact was done (at his Advice)
Before the Sun, before all Israels Eyes,
Thus he who's call'd Gods Oracle, this Time
Was th' Devils to promote this Crying Crime.
The next Design of this Arch-Rebel was
To surprize David, ere he succour ha's,
As not enough to be th' Kings Principal,
In Council, He'l be Captain-General.
Counsel most Politick, yet Pestilent,
To make the Rebel thrive▪ but David s [...]ent.
Oh how he pleas'd himself, and th' Rebel-Son,
Thus to contrive the Death of 's Soveraign:
But God o're rules, that Counsel much applauded,
(Man's mutable) becomes betimes exploded;
Now (Wretch) review all this which God doth tell
Of Absalom, and of Achitophel:
Compare thy scurrilous Libel with all this,
Thy Lines, not parallel, they run amiss.
Here thou mayst see thy mercenary Bable,
Thy Cento Talmud's a fond Jewish Fable:
[Page 24]Mark all the parts of thy curs'd Character;
Thou dost not hit in one, all interfere:
I read not that e're th' Iews Achitophel,
Had modern Match, save only Machiavel.
That crafty Florentine, both th' Devils Slaves,
He was their Master, taught them in his Traves.
To bolster up great Princes in their Sin,
That their Applause and Treasure they might win:
In all the shop of Hell, no Anuile can
Be found so set, as th' Matchiavillian.
Whereon to forge some choice mischievous piece,
No Engine Fitter to transact with Geese:
How well this Hebrew name with sense doth sound,
[A Fools my Brother
[Achi] My Brother, and [Tophel] a Fool-Hebr.
] though in wit profound.Most wicked wits are th' Devils chiefest Tools,
Which ever in the Issue God Befools:
Can thy Compare (vile Varlet) once hold true,
Of th' Loyal Lord, and this Disloyal Iew,
Was e're our English Earl under Disgrace,
And as Vnconscionable put out of place?
Hath he laid lurking in his Country-House,
To plot Rebellions, as one Factious?
Thy Bog-trot Blood-Hounds Hunted have this Stagg,
Yet cannot fasten their foul fangs, they Flagg ▪
Why didst not thou bring in thy Evidence
(With them) to rectify th' Brave Iuries sense,
And so prevent the Ignoramus, nay
Thou wast Cock-sure he would be damn'd for Ay,
Without thy presence, thou was then employ'd,
To Brand him, 'gainst he came to be Destroy'd:
'Fore hand preparing him for th' Hangmans Ax,
Had not the Witnesses been found so Lax;
Did e're this Earl our Duke (vain Poetaster)
Advise to bring his Father to Disaster?
As being too long a life, no more ado,
But up in Arms, proclaim himself the King,
Banish his Father, yea e'ry evil thing:
Advis'd he Him to climb his Fathers Bed,
To Rape his Concubines on Tops of Lead?
In view of all our English Israel?
He hates his Acts, yet's made his Parallel:
Would he have him to be a Graceless Son?
A Bloody Rebel? wish his Fathers Throne?
Yea and his Death who ever had been kind?
No, no, in none such faults canst thou him find:
When did this Earl a Band of Men require,
(As Captain) to cut off his Royal Sire?
No, there's no room in th' Earl to give, in th' Duke,
To take such pestilent Advice; they look
At higher, and more honest things than Plots,
Unlike th' Areh Rebel Iews, thy Two By-gots:
Mark (Fool) thy Crimes, so many as thy Themes,
Thou Sports on Sacred Writ, and thou Blasphemes
Both God and Men, yea Great as well as Small,
Magnatum scandal makes no bones at all.
Thy ven [...]m'd Quill spares neither Earl nor Duke,
Nor Queen, nor King, in thy pernicious Book:
But how (mad Poet) cometh this to pass,
That thy Achitophel so branded was;
In thy wild Poem's first Impression, where
His [...]haracters most Black, most Beastly were,
A Fiend of Hell, Curst to all Ages, He
With more [...]oul stuff in stigmatiz'd by thee;
But dost on second thoughts twelve lines rehearse,
All to correct thy Sawcy Satyr-Verse:
Thou breaks th' Earls Head, a Plaister then thou offers,
When for thy doing so, thou'd fill'd thy Coffers:
[Page 26]Thou (Battus Bantling) canst blow hot and cold,
All with one breath, like th' Roman Bird of old,
Ha's [ [...]] [ [...]] too
As pleased, or displeased were 'twixt two.
Thy Fawning or thy Faulting Talent comes,
As Fools, or Knaves thee with their Talents Crowns
Thy tickling, or thy scratching gift dost u [...]e,
As Men thee pay, if not, thou'lt Best abuse;
Thy mercenary Tongue can say, unsay
Of th' [C.] or [O. C.] any one for pay:
This shows, thou art of th' Cursed Jewish Race,
Hosannahs, Crucifies canst cry apace.
As th' Tide doth turn, can praise, or th' Earl dispraise,
Can cast him down, and up again him raise.
First wounds him with thy scandalizing Gin,
Then salves him as a matchless Abbeth di [...];
Vnbrib'd, Vnsought, the Wretched to Redress,
Swift of Dispatch, and easy of Access.
He Fame deserv'd, no Enemy can Grudge,
And had clear Eyes, clean Hands, while he was Judge:
Oh Proteus, Changling, thus to change thy Note,
Thy frothy Fancy flyes, thy Brain's affloat.
How comes thy Head to be vertiginous,
In a Diameter thou drolling thus?
Was it because the Ignoramus wind
Whirl's th' Weathercock about thy twelve to find?
Or was't because Apollo and his Muses
Had Worm'd thy Tongue to work off thy Abuses?
Or was't the Oil of Crab Tree, which Anoints,
(As in Rose-Ally once) thy nasty Joints?
No better Antidote is found to fetch
That plaguy poison out of th' Whiffling-Wretch;
If this Beasts Tongue be not cut out and dri'd,
Or th' Head hang'd up, in Tyburn Tippit ti'd.
[Page 27]Why dost thou not thy Parable pursue?
Make this Earl hang himself, a Death his due;
Were he so base as thy Achitophel,
Not hope for Heaven, nor yet fear an Hell.
No, no, thy after-wit in th' Earl espi'd,
Instead of Sadling's Ass, (and him Bestride,)
His Anger he could bridle, all Affronts
He calmly puts up, never vengeance Haunts;
Though harmless, to himself not conscious,
Not as Judge Belknap, Self-condemn`d, said thus,
There only wants an Hurdle, Horse, and Halter,
To do me right, and present State to Alter.
Had such despairing phrenzy him subdu'd,
Such Hony-drops thy malice had bedew'd;
Thy Romanizing mind, Romantick Eye,
Had glutted been with this sad Tragedy.
No less had been, had th' Jury found the Bill.
By th' Fatal Ax his Noble Blood to Spill;
Had th' Deed been done by Self, or by Jack Ketch,
It Canoniz'd would be a Romish Fetch:
But both's defeated, now's thy After Game,
(Seeing his Sun break forth from th' Cloud of Shame)
With twelve inserted Lines t'Insinuate,
Whom (before this) thou didst Recriminate:
Why dost not thou hang up thy Absolon,
Upon some forked Oak; that Rebel-Son.
Hung by the Head between the Earth and Heaven,
Both scorn'd that Wretch, a lump of Cursed Leaven.
The Oak's his Throne, and twisted Hair his Crown ▪
Three Darts through's Heart, his Scepter of Renown:
Thus art thou lame in both thy Parallels,
Thy Absoloms, and thy Achitophels.
Thy Similies run not Upon four feet,
Are foully founderd, and do lamely meet,
[Page 28]What ever likeness in their Heads may be,
Yet do their Feet most grosly disagree;
Nor have their Bodies better Harmony.
Nor in thy Zimri happier is thy Hit;
D. of Buck.
Whom Buckingham thou basely makes to Fit:Thy Monmouths Type is a base publick pest,
Whose foulest Soul's in a fair Body drest,
And an Incorrigible PARRICIDE,
Whom Heav'n and Earth a Room at last deny'd:
Next, this Duke with thy Dirt must be defil'd,
As if his Grace most Graceless were and vil'd.
And having lost all's love to's Israel,
Which of th' two Zimri's He's, thou canst not tell.
Not Cozhi's Rogue he is, nor Ela's Traitor,
Neither of these agree in mode or matter.
The first (that cursed Simeonite) he's not,
(Who brought on Israel that flagrant Blot
Num. 25.14, 15.
)By Balaams Counsel) He was Young, this old,
He hug'd Outlandish, this true English Mold:
A Foreign Whore, and a Domestick Wife,
Differs them much in Law as well as Life.
He and his Whore in th▪ flagrancy of Lust,
By Phinehas Javelin were both thorow thrust;
Thy Sagan Phinehas never durst shew
Such Vengeance on this Zimri, bold and true,
To th' English Interest, no Popish chatter,
Therefore thou dost so fouly him bespatter;
Suppose him too extravagant, and kind,
Still hath he a right Noble English Mind:
Thou coins fine Speeches for thy Absalon,
For thy Achitophel, still drolling on.
Why dost not thou as old Iosephus doth,
Coin a fine Speech for thy False Zimri's, both
And boldly Mann his Crime through thick and thin:
Zimri in Hebrew [cut off] signifies
As th' Vine's superfluous Branches pruned lies,
This Graceful English Vine-branch stands upright,
Still uncut off by Romish Rage and Spight;
Though he affronteth them in Deed, and Word,
Saying, fond Romanists do eat their Lord,
Could they but eat the Devil too, said He,
A Romanist with th' first i'le surely be:
Thy wanton Zimri was old Salu's Son,
That is, [trod under foot] in th' Hebrew Tongue;
His Name, and Fate harmoniously agree,
Yet on this Duke no such Fate canst thou see:
Cozbi (his Whore) in Hebrew is [a lie]
His Dutchess to be such, all will deny.
Cozbi [a lie] was Balaams Tool to draw
Israel from God, and from his Holy Law;
But canst thou say Balaam of Rome hath us'd
His Dutchess, and by her his lies transfus'd:
Thus no congruity collateral,
Can correspond this Parallel at all;
If th' Duke be not th' first Zimri, th' second less,
(His Masters Murtherer in Drunkenness
1 Kin. 16.9.18.20.
)As cruel to himself as to his Master;
Burns th' House o're his own Head: no such disaster,
Befalls this Noble Duke, whom thou despises,
And, as thy Fellow scoundrel; Scandalizes:
Blacks him with lines blacker with Hell than Ink,
Him worse Buffoon than thee, to make Men think.
Beggerd by Fools, and to b' enrich'd by Knaves,
The first are weak, the latter Wicked Slaves:
But who's the Fool, that dare a Star so spatter,
(For all thy Guinnies) with thy stinking blatter:
[Page 30]Were't not below so great a luminary,
To mark such Barking Curs, thy case wou'd vary;
There's noise in Town of a strange Whipping Tom,
But th' greatest noise makes this true whipping Iohn;
The first (tis said) doth only Women whip,
This would make Men, yea greatest Men to skip
Under his Lashes, but they scorn his worst,
Wellknowing he (of all Men) is accurst.
Right Son of Ishmael, whose Hand's against
All Men, yea great Men ne're so high Advanc'd:
Lord Huntington.
Next, he falls foul on th' brave Lord Huntington,Whom he calls Well-hung Balaam in Derision,
As if this Patriot, were th' old Priapus,
Whom th' Poets feign vastly Venereous.
But why a Balaam must he called be?
I never heard him blam'd for Sorcery▪
Nor ever that my Lord a Prophet was,
Or that he us'd to ride upon an Ass:
The hit lays here, one Rhiming Ass Reproves him,
Another railing Ass with Kicks be-Hoofs him.
Publishing slanders, as to be believ'd,
Had not three Noble Peers his truth retriev'd:
By Balaam, Balak, th' Rabbies represents,
Rome's Church in Priestly, and in Regal Tents;
Thou'st got thy Balaam, though not of th' right Coat,
But where's thy Balak, Rogers Romish Goat:
E. of Essex.
Next comes the Noble Earl of Essex, andIs call'd by thee [cold Caleb] as his Brand,
But why? since Caleb is a name of note,
'Tis (Hebrew) Hearty, and doth well denote
This Hearty lover of his Liege, and Land,
What e're black-mouths to th' contrary him brand;
Yet Cordial [...]aleb is reproach'd as cold,
Is it, because for Children he's too old?
To give himself an Heir on th' Marriage bed?
Sure I am that his Zeal's not cold for good,
Both for the
England.
Cross, and Ireland.
Harp he briskly stood,We will suppose him cold to Popish tricks,
To th' damn'd Designs of Rome he cannot fix:
Next comes to be traduc'd that Noble Lord
Howard of Escrick,
L. Howard,
whom he can affordNo better name than Canting Nadab, though
Both his Abilities, and Interest Men know.
Yet damns he him into Oblivions Grave,
Who would a sinking King and Kingdom save:
Here once again this quibling Poet leaves
His Reader in the dark, and subt'lly weaves
Another slipp'ry name, Ambiguous,
Or Priest, or Prince, it may be taken thus:
There was a Nadab, Ieroboams Son,
By whose lew'd life old Israel was undone:
Prince Nadab cannot be th' Lord's Parallel,
Lambs Wool, and Golden Calves agree not well:
He for's contagious Sin
1 Kin. [...] 5.25.26. and Iosephus.
by's friend was Slain,Cast out to th' Dogs from his short sinful Raign:
Will th' Harp and th' Harrow hang together here,
'Twixt such a Miscreant, and our Brave Peer?
No, 'tis Priest Nadab
Levit. 10.1.
Aarons Eldest Son,Who offerd God strange Fire, when first begun
His Priestly Office, and happly in overjoy,
Was overwarmd with Wine at's new Employ:
Canst thou make these together symbolize,
Whilst thou with wicked wit doth temporize,
No, Nadabs Fire will lick up this Lords Pottage,
(Wherewith thou slanders him in thy old dotage)
As did Elijahs Fire drink up the water,
Concur they can't in Person, nor in matter:
[Page 32]Makest thou no diff'rence 'twixt Lords Spiritual,
And those of th' Layity, Lords Temporal,
Thy Nadab was a Priest, and had he liv'd,
He'd been High Priest, as th' eldest Son surviv'd:
Lord Howard never was, nor ever hope
To be thy Sagan, Zadock, Priest or Pope,
Strange Fire doth slay thy Priest in's Youth and Sonless,
This Lord doth live for all thy Porridge senseless;
No better hits thy B [...]ll fac'd Ionas
Sir Will. Ionas.
next,I'm sure thy comment doth confound the Text:
Why must Sir William Iones thy Ionas be?
Is it because th'Storm Raiser's only He;
What is the Storm which makes thee thus to foam?
Is't: 'cause the Ship will not steer right to Rome:
As Pauls Ship, when she ran between two Sands,
The Real, and the Sham-Plots of three Lands:
Or Ionas he's, to be cast over Board,
Will this in th' See of Rome a calm affoard?
Without a Whale to Ship him safe to Shore,
No, thou wouldst drown him to be seen no more:
Nor this alone would quell thy Romish storm,
Thou'lt find more Ionas's to drown or burn:
What bold-fac [...]d Bard art thou that dares to call▪
This Sage [Bull fac'd,] as if God made not all:
Did he make Treason Law, well to propose
The Habeas-corpus Bill for Friends and Foes?
Sher. Bethel.
Thy Shimei's next on whom thou quibbles worst,As if his King he had most curs'dly curst,
Turning good Bethel to Beth-aven vile,
The worst of Mankind by thy frothy stile;
Did ever thy Mock Shimei call the King
A Bloody Belialist, or some such thing,
As mad with Malice, threw he e're a Stone,
As well as Curses, at God's Nointed one?
And venturing his life to Davids Swords;
Oh how that dead Dog bark'd
2 Sam. 16.7.
[come out, come out]Thou cursed King: Thus desperately stout;
Had Bethel been▪ he had been Soundly Bang'd,
Yea long before this day been Roundly Hang'd:
All his rare Vertues thou turns into Vice,
His hopeful Youth, Zeal, Piety and rise
To Shrievalty, thou makes a Ridicule,
Makes th' City chuse a Knave, if not a Fool;
His Juries Damns, though none were panneld more
In Honesty, and Honour e're before:
And though thou scoff at his frugality,
Yet not a word, how he set Prisoners free:
Had his Rome plaguing courage been but cold,
His Kitchins coldness never had been told;
This Shrieve to Babel brats gave plaguy Times,
His Chain bound them to Tyburn, There's his Crimes:
Corah
Dr. Oats.
comes last, brings up thy railing Reer,And suffers slashes by thy slandering Jeer;
But why is Doctor Oats this Rebel Grand,
Who with an Accent doth recorded stand,
Whom thy Caduceum transformed ha's,
Into Nehushtan, monumental Brass;
Oh wonder working Mercury, can thus
Oats into Pillars metamorphose us;
As high as th' Dragon, on Bow-Steeple stands,
To save from Romish Plots three Sister Lands:
This thy Mercurial Wit can do, yet loose
Thy Oaten Pipes thereby, that please thy Muse:
But oh how ugly seems thy Metaphor,
Thus to cast Dirt on Englands Saviour;
That was the name the Earl of Danby gave him,
As th' Arch. Attestor thou (in scorn) God save him ▪
[Page 34]Who saved us from that Damn'd Popish Plot,
For which thou scoffs, and doth his Scutcheon blot:
Nay, all the rest that therein with him join,
Thou makes them suborn'd Rogues for love or Coin.
Though th' King, four Parliaments do all adjust
Their Evidence, as well deserving Trust:
Where did he with affronts the King Annoy,
Or threaten him his
Agag.
Brother to Destroy?As Samuel did Saul for Agags Death,
Him thou makes Oats and Corah with one breath;
Can th' Doctor be Corah, and Samuel,
The last not first is a fit parallel.
Corah (in Hebrew) signifieth [Bald]
Thus th' Doctor Corah never's better call'd,
While he was in Corahs Conspiracy,
With his Bald Crown 'mong Priests in Treachery:
Now he's come off from Corahs Tents, Romes Lord,
(If not at Moses, at Messias word)
Discovers th' Grandees of th' Conspiracy,
Stil'd Corah still he should not be by thee:
Oh how far wide thou shoots in this, thy Type
(of thy two Corahs) Jars with th' Antitype,
They suit in nothing, save both Levites be
A Rebel That, but Loyal This all see:
Save he that's blind, or willfully doth wink,
Thus King and Parliaments did truly think:
Corah the Jew a chief Ring-leader was,
Of black Rebellion a most sturdy Ass,
Nor God, nor Moses will be warned by,
But will be Captain o [...] th' Conspiracy:
He's not content to be a Levite bare,
He'l have the Priesthood too, and th' Ephod wear:
Moses and Aaron both shall stoop to me,
I'le be both Prince, and Priest, (proudly said he)
[Page 35]The meekest Man on Earth was moved much,
To hear th' Arch-Rebels Mouth out-belchi [...]
Blasphemous words, proclaiming th' P [...]ple [...],
They might turn Priests, and not be blam'd for Folly.
This Leveller dies not a common Death,
Consuming Fire and Earthquake stops his Breath,
When but one day he and his Company,
(Like Children) had blown up their Bubbles high;
No sooner are blown up, but are blown out,
And fall on th' Eyes and Heads of th' Rebel Rout.
Now (vain Poematist) how canst thou take
Right measures here, and an hit happy make
'Twixt thy two Corahs in the Act or End,
Vast difference in both thou maist attend:
How can thy Jingles jump in any one
Of Corahs Acts (Ramm'd with Rebellion)
With this brave Doctors brisk Discovery
Of the Rude-Romish-Rebel's Treachery:
Hath he aspir'd thy Zadock to Vngrace,
And to assume th' High-priesthood as his place?
Where are his Priests and Princes to Conspire
Against Meek Moses, for Iehovah's Ire?
When did his Dathans and Abirams Rail
At our Mild Moses, scorn his Royal Call?
Numb. 16.12.13, 14.
None say, They'l not come up to Parliament,
When Moses Royal Writs to them are sent:
None stile that Bondage House a flowing Land,
With Hony, Milk, none for returning stand,
If thus the Acts do miss, much more the End,
Rome cannot Oats to Purgatory send:
'Cause th' sturdy Rebels [they'l not come up] said,
They did go down into the Dolesom Shade
Of Earth, and Death ▪ but th' Doctor stands his Ground,
Though th' Hue and Crye hath made its empty Sound:
[Page 36] [...] whereof happ'ly blew off his Gown,
[...] Romes Breath from Whitehall blew to Town:
[...] Romanists have him blown up,
In London, yet he may both Dine and Sup;
And they have him blown down from th' Pallace Royal,
Yet th' City shelters him as Truly Loyal;
There thou and thine must let the Doctor rest,
Unswallowed up alive by Popish Pest,
Conclude with this remark, the Beast of Rome,
To a strange Surfeit now by Oats is come:
When this (Poematist) hath doom'd his Whiggs,
He hands his Tories in with dainty Iiggs:
Thy very front hath a most happy hit,
Ireland was first the proper Tories Seat:
Thy Van thou rankest Good Barzillai
E. of Ormond.
old,I wish that Earl as good, yea more, twice told:
Thou say'st, the rising Rebels he withstood,
But say'st not, whether those of th' Irish Brood,
Or of the English; sure, it was his Glory,
(H [...]s name will shine in everlasting Story)
So far as he the Irish Rebels hush'd,
Who many thousand Protestants had crush'd:
But much disparity thou'lt surely find,
'Twixt this old Iew, and th' Earl of Irish kind;
Why must this Noble Earl Barzillai be,
Neither in Names, nor Natures they agree;
The Name [as hard as Iron] signifies,
But thou cries up thy Earl for Charities;
[Large was his wealth, but larger was his Heart.]
He's Character'd by thy own jingling Art:
Nor doth their Natures better here Accord,
Barzillai pass'd not over Iordans Ford:
Nor did he with his God like Prince return
Unto Ierusalem, (though he did mourn,
He judg'd himself unfit for Courtly Pleasures:
His Soul was so Divine, he could not breath,
But where, retir'd,
V. 36.
he might prepare for Death,And lay hold also on Eternal Life;
1 Tim. 6.19.
I would this were all Aged Peoples strife:
But why's not Eldest Hope
E. of Oss [...]ry.
call'd Chimham here,Whose Blood was brisk, and thought not Death was neer.
Was it'cause Chimham was not snatch'd away
As He, but liv'd in Court all Davids Day:
But now thy wanton Wit rants over wild,
Thou seem'st a frothy Fool, or Pagan Child;
Profanely says, to snatch in Manhood prime,
This Hopeful Earl, was Providence's Crime,
And an unequal Fate: Black Blasphemy!
Branding Gods Wisdom, and his Purity:
He that doth all things well, must he be blam'd?
His ways are not unequal, yet defam'd,
Must Humane Folly Divine Wisdom thwart?
Must th' Sun corrected be by th' Dyals Art?
God of his matters never gives Account,
His Will's a Law, as He's Lord Paramount:
But why dost thou from grave Barzillai fly.
Next unto Zadock so prepost'rously;
None 'twixt that Prince, and this Priest canst thou find?
Distressed David had one Princely Friend;
Ittai rhe Gittite,
P. Rupert.
th' King of Gath his Son,Stuck close to David (against Absolon)
Who was an Exile yet tho Hebrew Faith
Asserted, aud its King (the Scripture saith
2 Sam. 15.18.19.20.
)Third part of th' Army to his Conduct was
Committed by the King,
Ch. 18.2.
and Triumph ha's:Strong was his Name, my Sign, and Plowshare too,
In th' Holy Tongue, all th' Rebels to undo:
[Page 39]How cam'st thou this Brave Prince to overlook,
(Before thy Zadock in thy pedantick Book,
May be; 'twas wilful blindness not to trace
A Parallel to suit Prince Rupert's case,
Of Royal Extract, and an Exile is,
Through By got Papists, yet he's Englands Bliss,
Stoutly asserteth the Reformed Faith
'Gainst Wind and Tide (with David) weather'd hath:
Third part of th' Army was his Commission,
True hath he been to th' Father, and to th' Son:
Nor hath he wanted Triumphs in his Days,
God Grant he may our Faith to Triumph raise:
Had'st thou Hit here on this Right Parallel,
It might have qualifi'd some Errours well:
But thou dost leap o're him to Zadock
A. B. of Canterbury.
next,Yet there's thy Comment shorter than the Text,
2. Sam. 15. from 24. to 30.
Neither in this, lines Parallel can run,
Abiathar (then High Priest) had not done,
Zadock was then but Sagan under him,
Whom Solomon displac'd, plac'd Zadok in:
Whose lowly mind rais'd not to Grace or Place,
'Twas 'cause descended right of Aarons Race:
Hadst thou thy Talmud well consulted, there
Thou might'st have found a Law that doth declare,
None High-Priest can be, till he's Sagan first,
But th' English Zadock's Leap oppose who durst?
Having a Royal Hand to help him o're,
All th' Bishops Heads, though he was none before,
Much less the Sagan, which he shou'd have been
Before (by th' Talmud) Metropolitene:
Next comes thy Sagan,
B. of London.
whom thou hop'st to see,Thy Zadock, that his Poet thou mayst be,
Or better dignifi'd, would th' old Man die,
And leave for him his Lambeth Dignity:
Hence 'tis, a Distich must thy Zadock starve,
Eight lines (no less) must thy Young Sagan serve;
[Page 38]Wherein thou Skews him off with motly Colours,
Hoping to have his Crowns, if not his Dollars,
Yea better, Angels, Guinnies, all in Sums,
When from Annas to Caiphas he comes:
Thy next is Adriel,
E. of Mowgrave.
I cannot guess,How he suits David's Worthies more or less;
The Jewish Adriel of Ephraim,
In Marrying Merab was most false to Him;
1 Sam. 18.19.
Twice Saul to David had her promised,
Yet Adriel dare take her to his Bed;
By whom he had five Sons,
2 Sam. 21.
all which were hang'd;Whereby perfidiousness was briskly bang'd:
Can this Man represent our David's Friend;
More like he is a Foe or a Damn'd Fiend:
'Tis true, he hath some Honours, lately took
From th' Dutiful, (not Disobedient) Duke;
The Hebrew name [the Flock of God] doth sound,
I wish him [of it] and [in it] be found:
Next Iotham
E. of Hallifax.
comes, who [perfect] signifies,Thou makes him so, 'cause he both Parties Tri's;
Iotham was one, who could declare his Mind,
Yet so in Parables,
Judg. 9.7.8. &c. 2.22.
as few could findHis meaning, till became fix'd Mercury,
'Fore e're in motion, ne're rest quietly:
Iotham was one who Curses could pour forth,
(Even on the Mount of Blessing) looking North:
Iotham was one who fled away and went,
Judg. 9.21.
As if affrighted with a Parliament.
Thy Parallel may meet in these, in more,
Yet differs it, for he was long before
King David, so he could not be his Friend,
Slain were his Brethren by a Bastard-Hind:
He was but young, thine old, a Saviour's Son
Was he, and had Gods Inspiration;
For [...]lli [...]g Fates, that fell upon his Foes,
He [...] bloody Bramble to oppose:
[Page 40]Quadrate these cannot in thy Parallel,
No better hit have Hushai, Ammiel:
Next Hushai
L. Hyde.
comes [Hebrew that meaning min [...]Hasting to Honours, to vain Poets kind;
Thy wild harangue therefore doth Varnish thus,
[Most Frugal he's, and yet most Bounteous:]
Thy Type is blam'd for Deep Dissimulation,
And for Equivocating Reservation;
Pretending Service, but Intending Slips ▪
Is T [...]is [...] Lettuc [...] for thy [...]attering [...]?
Or will [...]his w [...] thy Ant [...]pe agree [...]
Perhaps His sta [...]h't Oration [...] thou may'st see
That to Ambition are adapted well,
His Friend's for a Fool's Paradise to sell:
Thy Ammiel
L. Seimor.
comes the last, brings up the Reer,And (could he say) [God with me
Hebrew Ammiel.
] well it were;The Poet saith, that Sca [...] comes hindermost;
Why wilt thou Thrust Him last on whom's thy Boast?
As if all other Chairmen, Charioteers
Were but fond Phaetons to Him, none steers
(Like this Brave Pilot) th' Ship, the Sanedrim,
That since Run wrong, because they Question Him,
Which of the Scripture Ammiels as He?
But barely Nam'd, then where's thy Harmony?
One is Cold Caleb's Comrade, th'other is
Achitophel's Ally, so not thy Bliss:
Thy Wearied Muse (thou sayst) must bear the Blame
For Hobbling thus at th'closing of the Game:
Thy Mingles (both of Paint and Dirt) are much,
Thy Cap'ring Jumps, and Cogging Dy's are such,
That (with thy Muse) My Muse is wearied;
'Tis time for both now to betake to Bed,
There Acquiesce in Hope of Parliaments
That may chastize thy Senseless Sentiments.
FINIS.