And borrow glorious plumes from our rare art.
Kings triumph in our sackcloth, monarchs bear
Reverence t' our canvass 'bove the robes they wear.
Great fortunes, large estates, for all their noise,
Are nothing in the world but painted toys.
Th' Egyptian hieroglyphics pictures be,
30And painting taught them all their A.B.C.
The Presbyterian, th' Independent too,
All would a colour have for what they do.
And who so just that does not sometimes try