"They must be hanged,
"A Tinpence of malice made you witty,
"And though your hot zeale made you bold,
"When you are hang'd your a—e will be a cold.
"Then leave confounding,
"And expounding,
"The doctrine that you preach in Tubs;
"You raise this warring,
"And private jarring,
"I doubt, in time will prove the knave of Clubs;