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Thee fain bis whole Realm to be quit; and as
The worlds all parts wither away and pass,
So the worlds felf, thy other lov'd foe, is
In ber decrepit wane, thou loving this,
Doft love a withered and worn strumpet ; laft,
Fleje (it felf's death) and joyes wbicb flelo can tafl,
Thou looft ; and thy fair goodly foul which doth
Grive this flejo power to tast joy, thou doft loath.

Seek true Religion, Owbere? Mirreus
Thinking ber unbous'd bere, and fled from us,
Seeks her at Rome ; tbere, because he doth know
That she was there a thousand years agoe,
He loves the raggs so, as we kere obey
The State-cloth where the Prince sate yesterday.

Grants to such brave Loves will not be intbral'd,
But loves her only, who at Geneva is call'd
Religion, plain, fimple, fullen, young,
Contemptuous get unbandsome : As among
Lecberous humours, there is one that judges
Ne wenches wholesome, but coarse country drudges.

Grajus ftayes fill at home here, and because Some Preachers, vile ambitious bawds, and Laws Still new like fashions, bids bim think that be Which dwells witbus, is only perfo, be

He makes the pleasures of his realm the bait,
But can be give for Love, that acts in Hate ?
The World's thy second Love, thy fecond Foe, 45
The World, whose beauties perifh as they blow,
They Ay, the fades herself, and at the best
You grasp a wither'd strumpet to your breaft.
The Flefo is next, which in fruition wafts,
High flush'd with all the sensual joys it tasts, so
While men the fair, the goodly Soul destroy,
From whence the files has pow'r to tast a joy.

Scek thou Religion, primitively found
Well, gentle friend, but where may the be found ?
By Faith Implicite blind Ignaro led,

Thinks the bright Seraph from bis Country fled,
And seeks her seat at Rome, because we know
She there was seen a thousand years ago ;
And loves her Relick rags, as men obey
The foor-Cloth where the Prince fat yeiterday. 60

These pageant Forms are whining Obed's scorn, Who sceks Religion at Geneva born, A sullen thing, whose coarsnefs fuits the croud, Tho' young, unhandsome ; tho’unhandsome, proud : Thus, with the wanton, some perversely judge 65 All girls unhealthy but the Country drudge.

No foreign schemes make cafy Cæpio roam, The man contented takes his Church at home; Nay should fome Preachers, servile bawds of gain, Shou'd some new Laws, which like new-fashions reign,


Imbracetb ber, whom his Godfathers will

Tender'd to bim, being tender; as Wards fill

Take such wives as their Guardians offer, or

Pay valews. Careless Phrygius doth abborr

All, because all cannot be good; as one

Knowing some women whores, dares marry none.

Gracchus loves all as one, and thinks that so

As women do in divers Countries go

In divers habits, yet are still one kind;

So doth, fo is Religion ; and this blind

aefs too much light breeds.

But unmoved thou

Of force must one, and forc'd but one allow ;

And the right ; ask thy Father which is ße.

Let bim ask bis. Though truth and falfood be

Near twins, yet truth a little elder is.

Be busie to seek ber; believe me this,


Command his faith to count Salvation tyd 71
To visit his, and visit Rone beside,
He grants Salvation centers in his own,
And grants it centers but in his alone :
From youth to age he grasps the proffer'd dame, 74
And they confer his Faith, who give his Name :
So from the Guardian's hands, the Wards who live
Enthral'd to Guardians, take the wives they give.

From all professions careless Airy flies,
For, all professions can't be good, he cries, 80
And here a fault, and there another views,
And lives unfix'd for want of heart to chuse :
So men, who know what fome loose girls have done,
For fear of marrying fuch, will marry none.

The Charms of all, obsequious Courtly strike ; 85 On each he doats, on each attends alike And thinks, as diff'rent countrys deck the dame, The dresses altering, yet the sex the same ; So fares Religion, chang'd in outward show, But 'tis Religion still, where'er we go i

90 This blindness springs from an excess of light, And men embrace the wrong to chuse the right.

But thou of force must one Religion own, And only one, and that the Right alone. To find that Rigbt one, ask thy Reverend Sire; 95 Let him of his, and him of his enquire ; Tho' Truth and Falpood seem as twins ally'd, There's Eldership on Trutb's delightful side,




He's not of mone, nor worst, that seeks the beli.
Lo adore, or scorn an Image, or proteft,
May all be bad. Doubt wisely: in frange way
To ftand inquiring right, is not to frag:
To seep, or run wrong, is. On a buge hill,
Cragged and fleep, Truth sands, and be that will
Reach ber, about muff, and about it goe:
And wbat the bills suddennefs refifts, win so,
Yet prive so, that before age, deaths trilight,
Tby Soul reft, for none can work in that night.
To will implyes delay, therefore now do:
Hard deeds, the bodie's pain; bard knowledge too
The mind's indeavours reach; and mysteries
Are like the Sun dazling, yet plain to all eyes.
Keep the truth thou haft found; men do not fand
In so ill cafe, that God bath with bis hand
Sign'd Kings blank-charters to kill whom they bate,
Nor are they. Vicars, but hangmen to Fate.
Fool and wretch, wilt thou let thy foul tyed
To man's laws, by which she shall not be tryed"

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