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Caleb, who does that hardy Pilot make, Steering in that Hereditary Track, Blind to the Sea-Mark of a Fathers Wrack. | } |
Next Jonas stands bull-fac’d, but chicken-soul’d,
Who once the silver Sanedrin Controul’d,
Their Gold-tip’d Tongue; Gold his great Councels Bawd:
Till by succeeding Sanedrins outlaw’d,
He was prefer’d to guard the sacred Store:
There Lordly rowling in whole Mines of Oar;
To Diceing Lords, a Cully-Favourite,
He prostitutes whole Cargoes in a Night.
Here to the Top of his Ambition come,
Fills all his Sayls for hopeful Absolom.
For his Religion’s as the Season calls,
Gods in Possession, in Reversion Baals.
He bears himself a Dove to Mortal Race,
And though not Man, he can look Heav’n i’th’ Face.
Never was Compound of more different Stuff,
A Heart in Lambskin, and a Conscience Buff.
Let not that Hideous Bulk of Honour scape,
Nadab that sets the gazing Crowd agape:
That old Kirk-founder, whose course Croak could sing
The Saints, the Cause, no Bishop, and no King:
32 When Greatness clear’d his Throat, and scowr’d his Maw,
Roard out Succession, and the Penal Law.
Not so of old: another sound went forth,
When in the Region from Judea North,
By the Triumphant Saul he was employ’d,
A huge fang Tusk to goar poor Davids side.
Like a Proboscis in the Tyrants Jaw,
To rend and root through Government and Law.
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His hand that Hell-penn’d League of Belial drew, That Swore down Kings, Religion overthrew, Great David banisht, and Gods Prophets slew. | } |
Nor does the Courts long Sun so powerful shine,
T’exhale his Vapours, or his Dross refine;
Nor is the Metal mended by the stamp.
With his rank oyl he feeds the Royal Lamp.
To Sanedrins an everlasting Foe,
Resolv’d his Mighty Hunters overthrow.
And true to Tyranny, as th’only Jem,
That truly sparkles in a Diadem;
To Absalons side does his old Covenant bring,
With State raz’d out, and interlin’d with KING.
But Nadabs Zeal has too severe a Doom;
Whilst serving an ungrateful Absalom,
His strength all spent his Greatness to create,
He’s now laid by a cast-out Drone of State.
He rowz’d that Game by which he is undone,
By fleeter Coursers now so far outrun,
That fiercer Mightier Nimrod in the Chace,
Till quite thrown out, and lost he quits the Race.
Of Low-born Tools we bawling Shimei saw,
Jerusalems late loud-tongu’d MOUTH of Law.
By Blessings from Almighty Bounty given,
Shimei no common Favorite of Heaven.
Whom, lest Posterity should loose the Breed,
In five short Moons indulgent Heav’n rais’d Seed;
Made happy in an Early teeming Bride,
And laid a lovely Heiress by her side.
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Whilst the glad Father’s so divinely blest, That like the Stag proud of his Brow so drest, He brandishes his lofty City-Crest. | } |
33 ’Twas in Jerusalem was Shimei nurst,
Jerusalem by Baals Prophets ever curst,
The greatest Block that stops ’em in their way,
For which she once in Dust and Ashes lay.
Here to the Bar this whiffling Lurcher came,
And barkt to rowze the nobler Hunters Game.
But Shimei’s Lungs might well be stretcht so far;
For steering by a Court-Ascendant Star,
For daily Oracles he does address,
To the Egyptian Beauteous Sorceress.
For Pharoah when he wisely did essay
To bear the long-sought Golden Prize away,
That fair Enchantress sent, whose Magick Skill
Should keep great Israels sleeping Dragon still.
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Thus by her powerful inspirations fed, To bite their Heels this City-Snake was bred, Till Absalon got strength to bruise their Head. | } |
Of all the Heroes since the world began,
To Shimei Joshuah was the bravest Man.
To Him his Tutelar Saint he prays, and oh,
That great Jerusalem were like Jericoh!
Then bellowing lowd for Joshuahs Spirit calls,
Because his Rams-horn blew down City-Walls.