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A40864 The Phanatick in his colours being a full and final character of a Whig : in a dialogue between Tory and Tantivy. 1681 (1681) Wing F394; ESTC R18137 5,079 4

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Phanatical-Renyard had got the Church upon his back and was running sheer away with her in comes Loyalty and Resolution arm'd Cap-a-pee and like two English-Champions redeem'd our Daughter of Sion that had been Condemn'd at Rome and was going to be Sacrific'd at Geneva To. What and are the Phanaticks our mortal Enemies as well as the Papists Tan. Yes and 't is as true as Gospel That our Danger is not less fatal if the Phanatick swells by the same blast that blows him down it being so far from securing either the King or the Church that the Malignity would be only transplanted and two Pestilential Sores united in one which as it could lose nothing of its violence so its effects would be equally pernicious They are like two unruly Whelps in a Chain that pull two several ways with th' same intent of getting loose a couple of pure sticks that make the same use of each other to consumate their several ends as two Knavish Executors that have both an inclination to defraud the Right Heir These two Utensils together make for his most Fallible Holiness a most Infallible Tinder-box and when he would strike sure Fire out of his Jesuitical Steel he takes the Phanatick for his Flint To. O! But he seems to be of quite another Kidney and when he calls us Tories Debauchees and Damme-boys does he not shew his zeal for Religion Can so much filth and nastiness lie behind so fair a Wainscot Tan. Alass there is no Pretext more ancient or more familiar and the surest place to find a Toad in is to search under a Bed of Sage Religion is his Iron-bodies which this crooked Disciple wears to cheat the world with a shew of Uprightness and whatever the Meat is this is sure to be the Sawce and is look'd upon as his best Ingredient to make a savoury Frigacee of a stinking Dish And now since my hand 's in I 'l give him one turn more take off the long Robe that hides his Cloven-foot and shew you the Canvas on the back-side of his Doublet To Come on 'T is as comfortable a Scene to have a Knave strip'd before one as to see the casing of a Rabbet after a long Fast. Tan. Well then upon the true Faith of a Christian a Phinatick is a Canibal a State-man eater a Land-Cormorant that by blasting our good Name would swallow us alive a sly Sheep-biter that feeds upon nothing but Bloud and Vitals first sucks out our Reputation and then leaves our Carcase for the Crows He 's the Offil of old Nol that 's wheel'd about in a Tub to infect the People and feed the savage Bears He 's Powder-Monkey to a Regiment of Rebels and attends the Camp with Lectures against Loyalty and Aspersions on the Clergy as the best Ammunition to blow up the Government and Cashier Monarchy He 's a Coffe-House-Recorder that Arraigns Regal Power like Felons at the Old-Baily and is sure to sum up the Evidence like a Knave and give Sentence against Prerogative But if you touch upon Property he grins like a Deaths-head in a 'Pothecaries Shop and like a sullen Baboon chatters if you do but finger the Chain This is a sort of Leaf-gold which he never produces to the standers by but they must stop their Breath upon pain and peril of being register'd for TORIES He is an Infallible Almanack that points out the motions of the Dog Stars and other Intemperate dissaffected Planets and shews us how to find out a Rebel for ever He 's a down-right Cheat and should be Curst by the Congregation for removing his Neighbours Land-mark and Transplanting the Sacred Right of Kings for he to make the Fools Lamp burn steals the Oyle from the Lord 's Anointed and like an Impudent Prometheus Snatches his fire from Heaven to give life to his Image of Rye-dough He 's a State-lowse with a black list upon his Back of the well-affected that Crawls to and fro and would drop in ill Principles like Nits in the cleanest Linen He 's a sure stick for a new Oliver to build a Scaffold on and has a Head as round as one of his Shillings and for love of the Usurper has kiss'd the Coyn till you may see the Impress of the Breeches upon his Face He 's a fair Copper Plate of the late times with the Brewer on the one side and Republica on to'ther He 's the Lyon in the Fable that invites all the Wild Beasts to a Solemn Feast that he himself may be sure of a Meals Meat dissembling his own Hunger under general bounty and cloaking private Interest with publick good He 's the Son of a Succubus half Witch half Devil throwing the State into Convulsions and envying that Peace in others which he himself cannot accomplish A Malicious Dog that Barks at the Moon because it Shines A buisy Bawd that Preaches up Innocence that he himself may have the better opportunity to Debauch it He 's a Puritanical Jacket-Scowrer that uses railing against the Pope as his Iullers-Earth to fetch the Spots out of his own Cloath or at least so far to obscure them that they may not be seeen by the less Curious and Discerning Eye He 's the best Prosecuter of Popery for several Reasons especially that of set a Thief to Ca●●h a Thief and like an old Stanch'd Villain knows that to Cry Stop the Rogue is the best way for himself to get off with the Prize He 's B r's Boar-Catt that not only Mouses for his Master but like a Lascivious Representative Puss goes a rutting to the House-top and Cat-calls the whole Faction He 's a travelling Juggler that would not only make the world believe the Moon 's made of Green-Cheese but that it 's cut out into Penn'orths and sold off as it wasts Preaching up the Whig for the True Protestant who is but the stinking fishy part of the Mermaid He 's a turbulent Wasp and nothing will please him but a change of Government which would be as sweet to him as a Hony-pot He 's a Puritanical shark and can stare Majesty in the face while he picks his Pocket A Phánatick indeed by Profession but by Principle a Jew and would pervert his Mosaick Laws to Circumcise the Church and Cut off all decency like a foreskin and as on the one hand he can think it no offence to ease himself in the Popes Triple Crown So on the other he wou'd not stick to wipe his B with the Bishops Sleeves In fine He 's a Sirreverence in my way which in my own defence I stop my Nose at till he 's wash'd away by the next Showr To. Well Heaven deliver me both from the Popish Hawk and this Phanatick Buzzard for 't is as plain as the Nose on ones Face that there is never a Barrel the better Herring And now Honest Tantivy give me thy hand and since we must part I tell thee thou hast learnt me to distinguish the Rebell from the Royalist The Parasite from the Preacher The Jew from the Gentile The Pharasee from the Publican H Reformed Church of England man from a Crop-ear'd Presbyterian A Pulpit from a Tub A long Coat from a Jump An Oath of Allegiance from a Scotch Covenant The Blessing of a King from the Curse of a Commonwealth Religion from Roguery and the Devil from a Saint LONDON Printed for N. Thompson 1681.