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The Canonical states-man's grand argument discuss'd in a dialogue &c.
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thus to serve Ungrates Alas Fool that I was but let that pass Goosiliana If thou hast no Reward for shame Why wouldst thou play a losing Game Nay Time was when to thy undoing Thou run'steven desperate into Ruine Remember Julian when no stranger To all thy too apparent danger The certain Mischiefs wou'd befall thee And Molock hands prepared to maul thee Inspired with move than Courage doughty How durst thou raise such storms about thee Expose thy self to all the Rage Of such an Iron-Tory-Age The hardest heart of Stone must melt Even but to think what Pains thou ' st felt Goosilion Fye Chicken how can'st talk so odly To put this Question to the Godly Pains did st thou say No Lady mine Raptures and Extasie divine What Tongue what Eloquence can paint The Pleasures of a suffering Saint Through every Vein ane every Arter ' The Titillations of a Martyr Think'st thou the Militants of old At Fires and Stakes and VVracks so bold Cou'd the hard Gauntlet run so often VVere there not inward Sweets to soften VVhen pain buys pleasure who can traffick Too high for Joys so much Seraphick To hazard Fortune Life and all Too poor the venture price too small I tell thee cou'd this mortal Mould Outlive the Patriarchs of old Out-number Hundreds with the Crow And even Methus'lem's Beard out-grow The dear remembrance pleasing thought Of al lmy Sufferings cheaply bought VVith their great Cause together join'd Are Contemplations so refin'd As even my aged Snow shou'd warm Not Mahomet's Heav'n my equal Charm His thousand Years tumultuous Bliss In the Embrace of large-eyed Miss Nor half not half my Paradice Thou can'st not think what heartning Cordial Supports us Saints o'er fiery Ordeal Nor can'st thou guess what Charms invite us VVhat say'st t' our elder Brother Titus That Proto-Martyr Heart of Oak The toughest Oracle e'er spoke That great Original of Glory The famousest that e'er swell'd Story That bold no flincher constant still To bloody Pilgrim and Black-bill Think'st thou his Flogging Gaol or Pillory Or all the battering Artillery From Observator's backside Favour Cou'd damp that hardy Nation-saviour Fines Prisons Dungeons or Strapado E're cow that valiant Rhod'montado Think'ft thou sore shoulders or Eggs rotten Answer the Sweets o'th'Fame h has gotten Goosiliana No more no more I stand convinced No wonder now thou 'st never winced Oh Child thou plead'st thy suffering Case VVith so much Charm and such a Grace With that bewitching Face and Air Hast painted Martyrdom so fair Thy Fame so great thy Glory such My Dear I envy thee so much Thy Nine-tail Cat and trolling Cart I vow I cou'd e'en act thy Part But that thou know'st I have one Leg shorter A little failing in low'r Quarter And t'hop and limp behind the Tumbler Wou'd but perform it like a Fumbler Else were it not for that Mischance I swear I cou'd e'en lead thy Dance But hang 't let 's leave these sadder Stories Quit cloudy Scenes for smiling Glories Thanks Heav'n those scorching Dog-days done Thou livest beneath a gentler Sun Come man bear up Rewards will come And pay thee in a lumping Sum. The Royal Cause so great Supporter Ne'er fear thou' rt cut out for a Courtier Goosillion The Royal Cause Poor Innocence Think'st thou we write for Crown 's Defence Dimocks and Champions for Kings No Chicken we know better things 'T is true that Piece so gaudy drest Looks high that way but there 's the Jest As fair a Glance does that way roll Look through 't thou'lt find a deeper soul Though Royal Title only stated For Cause Republick calculated For in the same defensive stress The strength and hold of Crowns we press Don't we without distinction strike A full home blow and plead alike All Pow'r whate'er o'th'up'most hand By Right and Heav'n supported stand And so poor honest Massanello Was three days Sovereign Hail-fellow Wat Tyler and Jack Straw poor Vermine Had Fate but drest in Roval Ermine Had born the Royal Stamp as fair As dull Descent to th' hundredth Heir If such poor Tools had nought to fear Oh what a brave occasion's here Oh what dear Harbour what safe sleeping For Plato Redivive to creep in For a new bold Titanian Race To brave the tiresome Jove t' his Face His Throne to seize and Thunder grapple And hold by Tenure stout and staple Sceptre 's to break and Crowns to bow To set th' old dear State-hands to plough The very Thought a Charm so soft As bears my ravish'd Soul aloft Till it throws off the sullen Cloud Of forty years Monarchick Load And in our once all bright display Looks back to England's Glorious Day Goosiliana Nay then it has a Soul indeed If for that mighty Work decreed Goosilion Yes Child this Birth for vast Design Was help'd by greater Heads than mine State-mongers Whisperers Writers Talkers From Coffe Dicks to Lobby-walkers All Politicks and Cabals resulted And every Oracle consulted All Hands to spur the work a-gallop From poor T. D. to Counsellor And if it fail the work Divine Heav'n knows it is no Fault of mine Goosiliana Oh Child I can't but wondring sit To think o' th'reach of Humane Wit How high thy soaring Soul can climb A Grasp and Fathom so sublime Goosilion Ay my sweet Spouse this Maxim learn Great Machines still great Weights must turn This studied Piece has yet more in it Consider Child the critick minute The hour when hatcht the day when printed Then guess for what high Service minted A politick State Shooing-horn To gain a Point and serve a Turn Just in the nick by manage nice Presented round no less than twice About to Senate-Members bandied When Abjuration-Oath was bandied Dear Abjuration if turn'd Trump The best Republick-Card since Rump A cutting Tool of edge more keen Than ev'n by'ts Founders e'er foreseen An Embrio which to Life but hatcht Had all our glorious Work dispatcht For when one kind inclosing Fold Cou'd Sheep and Goat united hold Both lull'd and husht together kept And under Royal Cedar slept This Scourge for Jacobite-shoulders plotted With all its Thongs of Steel so knotted The cover'd Embers had unraked And all the sleeping Dudgeon waked Fated for troubled State turmoiling And setting hot mad Blood a boiling In short a Master-piece of Art To Job's old Tempter Second Part. Touch em to th' quick in that soft place Thou 'lt find theyll curse thee to thy face Had that great Birth but got the day Then then was our great Game to play Goosiliana T'enlighten my poor Intellectual Thou 'st read a Lecture so effectual That give me leave to own my Pride To sit by my Gamaliel's side And to reward thy burning Zeal And pushing hand for Common-weal What though no fair Prelatick Dawn From Mitre and a slieve of Lawn Thy radiant Lorded Brow entwine Yet still some Beams of Comfort shine The Brethren Child I understand Are lending thee their helping Hand A Purse my Dearest a kind Lift Like trusty Roger's New-years Gift Goosilion Yes my dear Child I hear a humming Of Comfortable Guineas coming A kind Collection Girl but mum In better Time it ne'er cou'd come For let me whisper in thy Ear Claret divine blest Claret's dear Claret that I may justly call My Saint my Mistress Idol All My Study Learning Aristotle And more than Bible Pipe and Bottle FINIS