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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63975	The tribe of Levi A poem.	Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700, attributed name.	1691 (1691)	Wing T3384B; ESTC R219457	5,497	14

Fame aloud does of his Fortunes tell How by his hand the Sons of Corah fell Now Corah is become a milder Priest And swears as well any of the rest Priests are like Spaniels ne're inclin'd to good No longer then they see or feel the Rod Ah William had I but they Scepter Royal By Heaven I 'de beat the Dogs till they were Loyal Ungrateful Corah I 'll bid the adieu Since God hath left thee I will leave thee too Nor shall my Satyr ' ere disturb thy Life Since thou hast got a Satyr in a Wife Dathan must next be from Oblivion free'd Who in the Field obtain'd the Bishops meed Was bred a Soldier now by Trade a Priest Though not so wise or learned as the rest He seldom does to preaching make pretence But does excuse it by his want of sence Yet Dathan never like his Tribe was mad Nor were his Crimes so great or half so bad Dathan did never question his Belief But pinn'd his Faith upon his Father's Sleeve Sometimes was in the right but vari'd soon And changed his Opinion with the Moon Dathan did with King William's Intrest close Yet like a Sot encouraged his Foes Who but wise Dathan would his sence prefer And take the part of a Petitioner Favour the City Mob so lately fam'd For Murderers and Evidences nam'd Yet Dathan though thy Crimes too far exceed I 'll pardon all thy Faults for one good Deed. But damn'd Abiram must my Anger feel Whose lewdness is as deep as black as Hell Such as a Muse scarce as Old Nick can tell Abiram did late Jemmy's will controul And made a Seventh in the famous Roul Abiram with 'em entred his Protest And grew as sawcy as did all the rest But now his Conscience does by Levi's square And his lew'd Thoughts with Levi's Notes Compare Levi to God not to the Kingdom true The Elder Brother of the Factious Crew He chose Abiram out of all the Tribe To be his Secretary and his Scribe Who best to Mr Redding might present The strength and weakness of the Government How stiff the Levites to his Interest stood As true as Steel and firm as Oaken Wood But poor Abiram does the toil endure Whilst Levi in his Cell does sit secure Levi of freedom knew the worth and price And therefore sent the Fools to breake the Ice Though some in forming Plots may well agree Yet few think good to hang for Company But poor Abiram it would vex a stone To plot in number and to hang alone Yet never at thy Destiny repine Hanging 's the fittest Death for a Divine For Who does ever at the Gallows swing But ' ere he 's turned off a Psalm does sing And though thou art a dire Example made Thou 'lt leave the World in thy way of Trade Nor must Abiathar be here forgot For he that will can write can make a Plot Of any Faith he never maketh doubt But like the Wind his Conscience veers about In lofty strains he Tyrant-Noll did praise And to his Fame a lasting Statue raise Who in Usurpers praise employ their Pens Have no Affection to their Lawful Prince What e're pretence to Priesthood may belong Gold is their God and Glory guides their Tongue These even Belzebub have quite out done In Priest they Athen's Plagues are Cram'd in one But now my Muse another Stoty tells Pray here the sound of Pious Aaron's Bells Whole strength of Zeal suppressed that of Sence Where Flesh does fail Devotion does commence Tyred with Age of Youthful Vigour free He is devout of meer necessity His great Austerity his Tribes does suit He sometimes rides but often walks on Foot Such Pagean Zeal attending Bishopricks He well may walk where follow Coach and Six Nor can be pray but where his Pictures stand To fix his Zeal and wandring thoughts command These Images do pious heats Confer And raise Devotion up the Lord knows where He soars so high and to the Clouds does grow He quite forgets all Loyalty below Can take no Oath nor swallow any Test But must be stubborn as are all the rest Let lasting Infamy Curst Zadoc damn Who maketh all Religion but a sham Zadoc who boasts of Fighting Drinking Roaring And above all his mighty strength in Whoring Yet to debauch his Conscience is loath And swears by God he cannot take the Oath Let Zadoc to his Sins stand firm and stiff 'Till Triple Tree shall take the Triple F. Next in the List must Eleazer come A Foe to England and a Friend to Rome Priests in Divinity take little Pains And with Religion seldom crack their Brains This want of Sense made Eleazer run The first to worship the arising Sun When Brother Priests arrived here from Rome Good Eleazer did invite them Home He took his Coach and mighty Stir he made To be assistant at the Cavalcade But yet thy Coachman as the Act exprest By most was thought the better sort of Priest He would not drive nor Rome's black Feinds adore When thou wer 't but Postillian to the Whore Whilst honest Sla●h did for his freedom strive Thou like the Devil unto Rome didst drive Thy Brethren banisht by the present Reign Thou longst to view and welcome here again Not the lewd Levites which arrive from Rome Are greater Villains then our Priests at home The Churches Warriours of thy Py-bald band Th●● Plague the Natives of the wretched Land That blow the Coals and warmer Blood ferment Do cause a Feaver in the Government I●ll mention but one more and then have done 'T is fighting Joshua the Son of Nun. Though he to Men of Sence is a Buffoon He serves to make a Sp'ritual Dragoon What though he cannot preach or pray or write He ' gainst his Countrey and his King can fight He 's strongly armed with a double Sword To fight Gods Battels and to preach his word What wonders in the Feild were lately done By fighting Joshuah the Son of Nun He bravely Monmouth and his force withstood And made the Western Land a Feild of Blood There Joshua did his reeking heat asswage On every Sign-Post Gibbet up hi● Rage Glutted with Blood like some most Christian Turk And scarce out done by Jefferies or K Yet now the Priest is grown a Rebel too And what Monmothians did himself can do Since thou like them are equally to blame Their Fate was to be hang'd be thine the same Should I of all the lesser Villains tell It would a great a bulky Volume fill Fit for the Devil's Library in Hell Should I their lewdness and their Crimes relate Their Lust their Perjuries their Envy hate Their filthy Drunkenness their height of Pride Their Avarice yet Luxury beside Their want of Goodness and their want of Sence And their Repentance in the future Tense Their new coin'd Tenets which the Pulpits fill Would tire Pelling's Passive Lungs to tell Hophnie of old laid down his Rampant-Whore And thump't her Carcass at the Temple-Door But who can tell what Tricks our Priests do use Behind the Altar and within the Pewes The ancient Levites as the times then stood Were Men of Cruelty and Men of Blood The former harmless Bulls they did surprize And near the Altar slew the Sacrifice Although the Butcher now does not take place The Cruelty's entail'd upon the Race Our Priests are all descended from that Stem Nero and Aretine are Saints to them They oft the Blood of War in Peace have spill'd How many Prisons has their Malice fill'd How many Widows have they made a Prey What Goods the holy Guzmans stole away Well may they grieve now having lost the Power By which they Widows Houses did devour That Land 's accurst hath reason to lament Where Priests are made a piece of Government They damn our Souls and lead us weary Lives Mislead our Daughters and debauch our Wives Whatever shew of Zeal the Priesthood paints They are at best but Cuckoldizing Saints The Pious Vermin that molest a State The Scource of all Disorder and Debate The bane of Princes a Tumultuous Crew Not satisfy'd with what is old or new For James they underwent a wondrous Toil And greas'd his Head with their Anointing Oil But when he to the Jesuites tack'd about They as the Devil with pray'r cast him out Nor are they with their new made Monarch glad The Priests have still a priviledge to be mad Though easie gentle and averse to Blood His only Crime he 's to his Foes too good Well may he have the Priests to be his Foes They even God Almighty would Depose FINIS