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Poems on several occasions being the result of idle hours, to please the desire of some friends / written by J.T. Esq.
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J. T., Esq.
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exceed As far as thy Faith the Christian Creed Therefore thy Character at present ends Thou double fac'd Janus the worst of Friends A Satyr on an Atheistical Friend HEy da What 's this 'T is a Friend you see Presto be gone He is now an open Enemy Interest appears The God that he adores For which he 'l pawn his Body Soul and Whores Soul did I say That fancy of the Priests Unto their Mill to bring more gainful Griests With Conscience that Phantasm of the Soul With which was troubled that old dotard Paul A thing that doth proceed from melancholy Fleagm A very Chimera a meer delusive Dream Let blind Religion or a vain pretence Delude the Reason and the grosser Sense Of such as do believe its Truth But as for me I Scorn to be vainly decoy'd by such a lye Which hinders the free range of Nature's Liberty Nature which allows Fraud and Circumvention With a well dissembled cunning Intention By which a Man may deceive his very Brother Nay if they were alive his Father and Mother If cunning cannot Reasons Twi-light delude The stall decoy of Conscience he will intrude In Word and Shew to promote Design or End Tho' it be to deceive his best and dearest Friend If advantage be to be had in Law Or if in a Deed there be ever a Flaw Boggles not at Equity Conscience or Reason No more than he would at Blasphemy or Treason Let illiterate Rabble Souls plain-dealing use Whom misty Morals and the Bible do abuse But to a seared Atheists Conscience Hardned as his own Face with Impudence Who shakes of all religious Rules Bonds and Ties And scorns to be guided by such triffling Fooleries My blunt pointed Satyr and little pocket Guâ—n That cannot reach beyond a Quibble or Punn Can do no good on him h'deserves a Cannon Shot Whom sure some Fiend on Iucubus begot Nothing in Nature can against him prevail Until his due Damnation doth him Assail Altho' the Character deserves excuse Yet hold my too fertile and pregnant Muse Who knows but God may so with him dispence That he may not be damn'd for repute of Sense But may consent to allowed fundamental Truths Which is the old Man's duty as well as the Youths So hoping he will find out the Milky-way The ugliness of Sin I shall next display On Sin A Deluding Devil in Misquerade A Jilt a Whore a very Jade That leads Men to their sure Perdition Far worse than Spanish Inquisition Thou Mountebank and not Physician That givest us thy gilt but deadly Pill Full of all real and all certain Ill Worse then the Mischiefs of Pandora's Box Fill'd with the Plague Pestilence and Pox Which will as certain and as surely kill Yet fond and foolish Man thou do'st bewitch With thy tantalizing tickling Itch Of Pleasure Perferment and worldly Wealth Thou robbest him of his Eternal Health For which thou can'st make no Recompence By all the Pleasures of Man's depraved Sense Unless thou could'st give what is beyond thy reach That which alone Divinity doth Teach On the World THou Fools Home but thou Wise Man's Inn Thou Misers Tomb thou Shop of Sin Thou painted Proud and rotten Whore Whom Fools and Madmen do Adore Whose painted Joys but real Grief Lead us to Ruin past relief Who promis'st Bread but giv'st a Stone But real Comfort canst give none For all thy large and fair pretence Thou lead'st Man only by the Sense Where by that dark and glim'ring Light Thou lead'st him to eternal Night Where when those Scales fall off his Eyes He 's then surrounded with surprise To see he is of his Joys bereaven To loose his Earth and miss his Heaven On Religion REligion ought be plain not Superstitious And very real not at all Fictitious Amongst all Judgments they being put to the Test The Church of England deserves that Name the best Which serveth God according to his written Word In Unity of Spirit and with one accord And giveth all Glory as due unto his Name For not doing of which some Sects are much to blame Who fancy themselves brimful of the Spirit And think to save themselves by their own Merit When as the most Holy Scripture most plainly saith Works are but the Servants and Instruments of Faith By the which alone it saith we 'r justified Which can by no rational be denyed For God's Grace and Bounty are absolutely free As in the Creation we most plainly may see And when fond Man by his Folly and Sin did fall From his first State of Happiness which was not all He lost by his wild Rebellion when he fell Doomed he was to dire Eternal Death and Hell But by Gods free bounty and most exceeding Grace In State of greater Happyness he did him Place By promising to him and blind seduced Eve Eternal Happiness upon their bare belief On our Lord Jesus Christ his true and only Son Who was 'fore this created World begun Which being fulfill'd to us their Posterity We ought to worship God with all sincerity Not with blind Zeal or Romish Superstition Not with Tautology and repetition But as saith St. Paul with a sound form of Words And vindicate our Faith with Reason not Swords So will our Church dayly much brighter Shine And prosper for ever by Providence Divine On Physick and his Friend a Physician PHysick of all Humane the most noble Science Which with Divinity hath near Alliance For even as the Humane Body is inclin'd Even so doth follow oftentimes the Mind Therefore the Wise best Physician Christ Jesus From distempers of Body sometimes did ease us Knowing that when the Body is sick and diseased Few People are good humour'd or well pleased He spent much of his time in that noble Science Therefore it may to all other bid defiance If practis'd by honest and ingenious Men That know how where and likewise the time when Their Doses to prescribe and to administer When to Phlebotemize to Vomet and Glister Among which rank I do most deservedly Place One who to the Profession did sometimes Grace Not with the splendor of fine Cloths or plush Coat On which some Country Coxcombs do to often dote As not considering the Inward real worth And what God by a weak Instrument may bring forth Nor like ev'ry saucy and pragmatical Jack Or every vaunting Stage-playing bragging Quack Who Gouts Consumptions Palsies pretend to Cure With all other Diseases that Mortals endure But his true universal and solid Knowledge Learnt from the Discipline of a governed Colledge He never varyed from the true Rules of Art But his Skill for Publick Good would freely impart Not for Avarice of Gold but still doing good By purging malignant Boile Choler Flegm and Blood And where Nature it self did not begin to fail His sure Physick was an approved Coat of Mail. But Nature by order of Providence Divine Will have its Period to which it doth incline From Birth till inevitable Death summons to 'th Grave Where equally