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Of the beasts ten horns (God bless us !)
I have knock'd off three already ;

If they let me alone

I'll leave none :
But they say I am too heady,

Boldly I preach, &c.

When

• Emnuel college Cambridge was originally a feminary of Puritans,

* Alluding to some visionary exposition of Zech. ch. v. ver. i

+ See Greenhan's works, fol. 1605. particularly the tražiti titled, “ A sweet comfort for an afflicted conscience.”

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I obsery'd in Perkins tables
The black line of damnation ;

Those crooked veins

So stuck in my brains, That I fear'd my reprobation.

Boldly I preach, &c.

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In the holy tongue of Canaan
I plac’d my chiefest pleasure :

Till I prick'd my foot

With an Hebrew root,
That I bled beyond all measure.

Boldly I preach, &c.

him no grace,

I appear'd before the archbishop t,

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And all the high commission;
I

gave
But told him to his face
That he favour'd fuperftition.

Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Miters, copes, and rotchets :

Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.

XXI. THE

* See Perkins's works, fol. 1616. vol. 1. p. 11; where is a large balf-sheet folded, contoining “ A survey, or table declaring the or“ der of the causes of salvation, and damnation, &c.” The pedigree of damnation being distinguished by a broad black zig-zag. kine.

t Laud,

XXI.

THE LUNATIC LOVER,

MAD SONG THE

THIRD,

is given from an old printed copy in the British Museumi compared with another in the Pepys collection : both in black letter.

GR

*RIM king of the ghofts, make hafte,

And bring hither all your train ;
See how the pale moon does waste,

And just now is in the waine.
Come, you night-hags, with all your charms, s

And revelling witches away,
And hug me close in your arms ;

To you my respects I'll pay.

I'll court you, and think you

fair, Since love does distract

my

brain :
I'll go, and I'll wed the night-mare,

And kiss her, and kiss her again:
But if she prove peevish and proud,

Then, a pise on her love ! let her go ;

PD

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I'll seek me a winding Throud,

And down to the shades below.

A lunacy fad I endure,

Since reason departs away;
I call to those hags for a cure,

As knowing not what I say:
The beauty, whom I do adore,

Now slights me with scorn and disdain ;
I never shall see her more:

Ah! how shall I bear my pain!