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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29781	The moralist, or, A satyr upon the sects shewing some disputing passages by way of dialogue, between a well-principled lay-man, and a professor of theology : with reflections upon some modern writings and actions, particularly the late absconding of a certain B--- / by the author of the Weesils.	Brown, Thomas, 1663-1704.	1691 (1691)	Wing B5063; ESTC R6855	10,347	26

Reason to her highest Throne do lift To stoop so low and make so poor a sbift As well may Scribble in the second place The Legend of the Scots from Chevy-Chase Or through the World the business of each State From the mean trifling heads of a Gazett Past. Your Criticisms I oft have weigh'd before But can have patience pray go on what more Mor. The next that from my Spleen did Laughter draw Is your Ridiculous Jargon about Law As for Example Legal powers declare That powers with Law-concurring Legal are But then there are strange different kinds of Law Which not confirm'd whoever Legal saw And when we speak of Law and Legal Powers Unless we know what Law that Law assures We never shall from thence Conclusions draw Nor Judge of Legal powers from powerful Law Past. As you have made i● 't is strange Stuff indeed You 've quite exchang'd my Flower and brought a Weed Mor. If with this Sense you think to baffle ours And your Tautologies must pass for Flowers ' Take this as from a Friend where e're they grew T is the worst Nose-gay e're deck'd your Pew Past. True Controversie in each Line appears And every Paragraph sound Judgment bears There are more Notions then the Case does need Mor. 'T is true much more then any one will read Unless he 'll sit six hours to doze and pore And be as Wise just as he was before For in Opinion almost all the Nation Agree it ne're was Writ for Confutation But for the Profit as the Sale begins To make your Court and treat your Spouse with Pins Past. Your Railery turns Spite and Nonsense now That I can Argue all the Town allow And tho my Logick bears too deep a Sense It will Confound if it can ne're Convince Dispute's a Gem to which I 've long pretended Mor. Defending too what cannot be defended Is equally your Talent for let him That e're had Sense and Reason in Esteem Turn o're the Pages and observe each place 'Twixt your ALLEGIANCE and RESISTANCE-Case And let me be the Idiot of the Nation If e're he thinks 't is fit for Vindication Past. Always one Tone is an ungrateful hearing Mor. T is this I strike at I ne're mind your Swearing Past. Already I have stated plain my Case I wrote according to the Time's Distress Perhaps my Judgment was erroneous too Mor. Right and perhaps it is erroneous now Our Souls mean while are in a happy Station To fix on what you preach for our Salvation The Canons of our Church too well are known Tenets and Methods are too plain set down To cause Mistakes in a fair shiny Day In him who long has travell'd the same way And if base Int'rest like a Cloud comes on To shade that Light which like a Planet shone The Case is obvious and must be thought Not as the Doctrin's but the Doctor 's Fault Past. Self-preservation the great Law of Nature Gives us a fair Excuse upon this matter Which at all Seasons will not let us do Nor write the things we yet confess are true Moral How much beyond you were the Ancients then When th' Sacred Priesthood those Immortal Men Rather than from their pious Morals swerve Would die a thousand Deaths burn hang and starve Firm Conscience trusting in their great Creator Thought preservation the worst Law of Nature But some of you think to attone for sins You must your selves indulge and save your Skins Let 's please our selves ye cry whilst we 're alive T is our best Moral to submit and Thrive Past. Tho 'mongst the famous Ancients some there were That did their Martyrdom with Glory bear Tho some disdain'd a King or Conquerors Frown Others there were that did Allegiance own And like me to submit themselves dispose When e're they found 't was senseless to oppose So Jaddus in his Pontisicial Robe The Conqueror having half subdu'd the Globe His Glittering Mitre veil'd and Homage paid Nor more his late unhappy Prince obey'd But Worship gave as all the rest had done Like a true Persian to the Rising Sun Mor. Tho with the Brave that gain'd but small esteem The Case is somewhat more excus'd in him Since in a Vision at his time of Need Th' Almighty told him how he should proceed Sacred Decree the Action did allow And Providence in Whispers taught him how From whose Commands Obedience right he knew Did any Saint descend to whisper you Past. Tho Angels mix not with our human Life Yet I had Whispers too Mor. From whom Past. My Wife Sweet as when Beauty did at first appear A Thousand Charms were sounding in my Ear Her close Endearments all my Senses fir'd Her Tongue her Touch her every part inspir'd Nor Could I cease but must in Judgment joyn Crying ah Love my Sense and Soul is thine Mor. And so this Fondness and uxorious Passion Produc'd your Reasons first then Vindication Hot Blood in Nonage of our Time may rage But should methinks be calmer at your Age For sure a Man of Learning and of Wit That had been bred at wise Gamaliel's Feet Should well have weigh'd the Censure of the Town Oh his first Error e're a second shown And not in tedious Prose unprofitable Fit only to amuse and dose the Rabble Publish a Jest to all the Men of Sense And ban●●● those it never can convince The wise Theologist half angry now Was answering sharply when the Maid below Inform'd him in the Room that 's next the Street Rogers staid for him to correct a Sheet The Bus'ness of Importance well he knew And from his teizing Disputant withdrew But how the rest o' th' the Argument went on In the next Section shall at large be shown The End of the First Section THE MORALIST The Argument of the Second Section The Pastor whips the Vicious Age And to a pious Life directs The Moralist diverts his Rage And th' Errors blames of differing Sects SECTION II. AND now the Disputant with speed return'd Whilst Glowing Rage within his Bosom burn'd Which tho he stifled to appear more wise The strugling Flame yet sparkled through his Eyes Perplex'd to see his blunt Antagonist Against him thus in Argument persist And now perceiving that he had mistook The Text in Vindication of his Book Thought it the wisest way to shift the Scene And tune his Mazor on another Strain T' attack his Opposite and thus begins To discipline with pious Rage his Sins Past. In coveting the Name of Moralist Your mean Thoughts of the Priesthood is express'd Partly through Ignorance and partly Pride Your own Opinion excels all beside And tho' 't is rather Atheistical Then tends to true Morality at all Since you usurp that Title for no Cause But thoughts that in our Doctrin you find Flaws Which though is as erroneous as your Sense And th' Wise or Pious never can convince Yet the bare Name you think will win the day And the weak Judgment of the Vulgar sway Whilst