Can they the age thus torture with their lyes,
Low’d bellowing to the world Impieties,
Black as their coates, and such a silent feare
Lock up the lips of men, and charme the eare?
Had that same holy Israelite bin dumb,
That fatall day of old had never come
To Baals Tribe, and thrice unhappy age
While zeale and piety like mask’d in rage
And vulgar ignorance. How we doe wonder
Once hearing, that the heavens were fir’d to thunder