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A55478
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The medal revers'd a satyre against persecution / by the author of Azaria and Hushai.
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Pordage, Samuel, 1633-1691?
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Wing P2973; ESTC R19437
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be with wondrous pains If he bears up against the Current still He shews at least he has some Art and Skill When against Tide Wind Billows he does strive And comes at last unto the shore alive Huzza my Friends let us our way pursue And try what our Poetick Arms can do This latter Age with wonders do abound Our Prince of Poets has a Medal found From whence his pregnant Fancy rears a peece Esteem'd to equal those of Rome and Greece With piercing Eyes he does the Medal view And there he finds as he has told to you The Hag Sedition to the Life display'd Under a States-man's Gown fancy'd or made That is all one he doth it so apply At it th' Artillery of his Wit le ts fly Le ts go his Satyr at the Medal strait Whorries the Whiggs and doth Sedition bait Let him go on the Whiggs the Hag forsake Her Cause they never yet would undertake But laugh to see the Poets fond mistake But we will turn the Medal there we see Another Hag I think as bad as she If I am not mistaken 't is the same Christians of old did Persecution name That 's still her Name tho now grown old and wise She has new Names as well as new disguise Let then his Satyr with Sedition fight And ours the whilst shall Persecution bite Two Hags they are who parties seem to make 'T is time for Satyrs them to underâ—ake See her true Badg a Prison or the Tower For Persecution ever sides with Power Our Satyr dares not worry those he shou'd But there are some felt heard and understood Who Substantives of Power stand alone And by all seeing men are too well known What steps they tread and whether 't is they drive What measures take and by what Arts they thrive But were these little Tyrants underfoot How bravely o're them could our Satyr strut What Characters and justly could he give Of men who scarcely do deserve to live Yet these are they some flatterers can Court Who now are Persecutions great support We on the Medal see the fatal Tower Truth must be silent for we know their power Whilst they without controul can shew their hate And whom they please with grinning Satyrs bait This puts our Satyr into fume and chafe He could bite soarly could he do it safe Since against such he dares not spend his breath Th' Hag Persecution he will bait to death Old as the world almost as old as Cain For by this Hag was righteous Abel slain In Tyrants Courts she ever doth abide Accompanied with Power with Lust and Pride What she has done is to the world well known She always made the best of men to groan Her bloody Arts are register'd of old And all her cruel Policies are told All that is past our Muse shall let alone Pass Forreign and speak only of our own Our own dear ugly Hag who now has power To send to Tyburn Newgate or the Tower If Power be in the Multitude not few They shew that they have Faith and Reason too Leap not their bounds nor do their power betray Since they to Laws and Government obey If other power they exercise 't is force Or rage that 's seen in a wild head-strong Horse The more he 's spurr'd or reinâ—d the more doth bound And leaves not till the Riders on the ground But far it seems from our Almighty Crowd To boast their strength or be of power proud Their power they of old had fruitless try'd And therefore now take Reason for their guide Nay Faith they have in their own juster Cause In their dread Soveraign and his righteous Laws This makes them thus submit all power lay by For Right for Law for Peace they only cry For this by some they are accounted Fools So generous Horses are mistook for Mules And some Court Iockies mount them in their pride And with a Satyr's heel pur-gall their hide Dull asses they suppose the People ar Made for their burthens and not fit for War All with the fore-wind of Religion Saile It to all parties is the Common stale I know you 'l grant the Devil is no Fool He can disguise in Surplice Cloak or Cool But still he may be known without dispute By Persecution 't is his Cloven Foot Let him be Christian Pagan Turk or Iew Pretends religious zeal it can't be true If 't Persecution raises or maintains Or makes a Market of ungodly gains VVhen Rome had power here and sate inchair'd How cruel and how bloody she appear'd Our Church Dissenters then did feel the same Their Bodies serv'd for fewell to the flame And can this Church now got into the Chair A Cruel Tyrant like to Rome appear For bare Opinion do their Brothers harm Plague and Imprison 'cause they can't Conform But stay our Church has Law upon its side And so had Rome that cannot be deny'd And if these Iehu's who so fiercely drive In their sinister Arts proceed and thrive We soon shall see our Church receive its doom And feel again the Tyranny of Rome To bar Succession is th' ungodly sin So often broak so often peec'd ag'in O may it here in England never cease Could we but hope it would secure our peace But men with different thoughts possessed are VVe dread the effects of a new Civil VVar. We dread Romes yoak to us 't is hateful grown And Rome will seem a Monster in our Throne How rarely will a Cope the Throne bedeck A Bishops Head set on a Princes Neck Th' inherent Right lyes in the Soveraign's sway But then the Monarch must Romes Laws obey Head of the Church he must no longer be But give that place unto Romes holy See Both of the Church and him Rome will take care The Throne must truckle under Papal Chair Kings can't do wrong so does the maxim say But Ministers of State their servants may Tho Kings them selves do sit above the Law Justice still keeps their Ministers in awe For if they do not make the Law tâ—eir guide Great as they are by Law they may be try'd Else we should subjâ—ct be to every ill And be made slaves to Arbitrary will O happy Isle where each man Justice craves Kings can't be Tyrants nor the subjects slaves The Laws some great ones fear who rule the State When they can't new unto their wills create They to their minds with Cunning try to mold And with new Images to stamp the old What 'gainst Dissenting Papists first was benâ— For Protestants now proves a Punishment Law Law they Cry and then their Brother smite As well upon the left side as the right To every Jayl the Protestants they draw And Persecution still is masqu'd with Law We do not know but Rome may have its turn And then it will be also Law to burn This is not all for some ill men there be Who would the Laws use in a worse degree Treason and Traytors Plots against the State To reach their Foes they