This brought a holy Iron-monger to the Pulpit:
No Gospel can guide it,
No Law can decide it,
No Church or State can debate it,
'Till the Sword hath Sanctify'd it;
Such pitiful things be,
Happier than Kings be,
This brought in the Heraldry of Thimblesby and Slingsby.
Down goes the Law-trix,
For from this Matrix,