"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;