And not to meet it, you must shun mankind.
}
{ Your loyal theme each loyal reader draws,
{ And even the factious give your verse applause,
{ Whose lightning strikes to ground their idol cause.
The cause for whose dear sake they drank a flood
Of civil gore, nor spared the royal-blood;
The cause whose growth to crush, our prelates wrote
In vain, almost in vain our Heroes fought.
Yet by one stab of your keen satyr dies;