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Encourag'd thus the brought her younglings nigh,
Watching the motions of her patron's eye,
And drank a sober draught; the rest amaz'd
Stood mutely still, and on the franger gaz'd;
Survey'd her part by part, and fought to find
The ten-horn'd monster in the harmless Hind,
Such as the Wolf and Panther had design'd.
They thought at first they dream'd; for 'twas offence
With them, to question certitude of sense,
Their guide in faith: but nearer when they drew,
And had the faultless object full in view,
Lord, how they all admir'd her heavenly hue !
Some, who before her fellowship disdain'd,
Scarce, and but scarce, from in-born rage reftrain'd,
Now frisk'd about her, and old kindred feign'd.
Whether for love or intereft, every fect
Of all the savage nation shew'd respect.
The viceroy Panther could not awe the herd;
The more the company, the less they fear'd.
The surly Wolf with secret envy burst,
Yet could not howl; the Hind had seen him firit :
But what he durft not speak, the Panther durft.

For when the herd, fuffic'd, did late repair,
To ferney heaths, and to their forest lare,
She made a mannerly excuse to stay,
Proffering the Hind to wait her half the way:
That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk
Might help her to beguile the tedious walk.
With much good-will the motion was embrac’d,
To chat a while on their adventures pass’d:
Nor bad the grateful Hind fo foon forgot
Her friend and fellow-fufferer in the 8 plot.



8 The popish plot; the contrivers of which were Presbyterians, Laretudinarians, and Republicans, who had before shewn themselves enemies to the Proteítani, as well as the Popish Church.


Yet wond'ring how of late the grew estrang'd,
Her forehead cloudy, and her count'nance chang’d,
She thought this hour th’occcafion would present
To learn her secret cause of discontent,
Which well she hop'd, might be with ease redress’d,
Confidering her a well-bred civil beaft,
And more a gentlewoman than the rest.
After some common talk what rumours ran,
The lady of the spotted-muff began.






AME, said the Panther, times are mended well,
Since I late among the Philistines you

The toils were pitch'd, a spacious tract of ground
With expert huntsmen was encompass'd round;
Th’inclosure narrow'd; the fagacious power
Of hounds and death drew nearer every hour.
'Tis true, 2 the younger lion scap'd the snare,
But all your 3 priestly calves lay struggling there;
As facrifices on their altars laid;
While you their careful mother wisely fled,
Not trusting destiny to save your head.
For whate'er promises you have apply'd
To your unfailing church, the furer fide
Is four fair legs in danger to provide.
And whate'er tales of Peter's chair you tell,
Yet, saving reverence of the miracle,
The better luck was yours to scape so well.

1 By the Philistines are meant the Cromwellians &c.
2 By Ibe

lion is meant Charles the Second.

your priestly cares lay ftruggling there. This alludes to ibe Commons youing in 1645 that all Deans, Chaptıs, &c. should be abolished.


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As I remember, said the sober Hind,
Those toils were for your own dear felf defign’d,
As well as me; and with the self-fame throw,
To catch the quarry and the vermin too,
Forgive the fland'rous tongues that call'd you fo.


take it now, the common cry
Then ran you down for your rank loyalty.
Besides, in Popery they thought you nurst,
As evil tongues will ever speak the worst,
Because some forms, and ceremonies some
You kept, and stood in the main question dumb.
Dumb you were born indeed; but thinking long
The tett 4 it seems at last has loos'd your tongue,
And to explain what your


By real presence in the facrament,
After long fencing push'd against a wall,
Your salvo comes, that he's not there at all: [fall.
There chang'd your faith, and what may change may
Who can believe what varies every day,
Nor ever was, nor will be at a stay?

Tortures may force the tongue untruths to tell,
And I ne'er own’d myself infallible,
Reply'd the Panther: grant such presence were,
Yet in


sense I never own'd it there.
A real virtue we by faith receive,
And that we in the facrament believe.
Then said the Hind, as you the matter ftate,
Not only jesuits can equivocate;
For real, as you now the word expound,
From folid substance dwindles to a found.
Methinks an Æsop's fable you repeat;
You know who took the shadow for the meat:
Your church's substance thus you change at will,
And yet retain your former figure ftill.

4. The test-act pass’d in 1672, enjoined the abjuration of the real presence in the facrament.



I freely grant you spoke to save your life;
For then you lay beneath the butcher's knife.
Long time you fought, redoubled battery bore,
But, after all, against yourself you fwore;
Your former felf: for


Is chopp'd and chang'd, like winds before a storm.
Thus fear and intereft will prevail with fome;
For all have not the gift of martyrdom.

The Panther grin’d at this, and thus reply'd:
That men may err was never yet deny’d.
But, if that common principle be true,
The cannon, dame, is levelld fall at you.
But, fhunning long disputes, I fain would see
That wond'rous wight Infallibility.
Is he from heaven, this mighty champion, come:
Or lodg'd below in subterranean Rome?
First, seat him somewhere, and derive his race,
Or else conclude that nothing has no place.

Suppose, tho' I disown it, said the Hind,
The certain manfion were not yet assign’d:
The doubtful residence no proof can bring
Against the plain existence of the thing,
Because philosophers may disagree,
If fight be emission or reception be,
Shall it be thence inferr’d, I do not see?
But you require an answer positive,
Which yet, when I demand, you dare not give;
For fallacies in universals live.
I then affirm that this unfailing guide
In pope and general councils must reside;
Both lawful, both combin'd: what one decrees
By numerous votes, the other ratifies :
On this undoubted sense the church relies.
'Tis true, some doctors in a scantier space,
I mean, in each apart, contract the place.
Some, who to greater length extend the line,
The church's after-acceptation join.

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This last circumference appears too wide;
The church diffus'd is by the council tyd;
As members, by their representatives
Oblig'd to laws, which prince and senate gives.
Thus some contract, and some enlarge the space :
In pope and council who denies the place,
Afifted from above with God's unfailing grace?
Those canons all the needful points contain ;
Their sense so obvious, and their words fo plain,
That no disputes about the doubtful text
Have hitherto the labouring world perplex’d.
If any should in after-times appear,
New councils must be call'd, to make the meaning clear:
Because in them the power supreme refides;
And all the promises are to the guides. -

may be taught with found and fafe defence:
But mark how sandy is your own pretence,
Who, setting councils, pope and church aside,
Are every man his own presuming guide.
The sacred books, you say, are full and plain,
And every needful point of truth contain:
All who can read interpreters may be:
Thus, tho' your several churches disagree,

faine has to himself alone
The secret of this philofophic stone.
These principles your jarring feets unite,
When differing doctors and disciples fight.
Tho' Luther, Zuinglius, Calvin, holy chiefs,
Have made a battle royal of beliefs;
Or like wild horses several ways have whirl'd
The tortur'd text about the christian world;
Each Jehu lashing on with furious force,
That Turk or Jew could not have us'd it worse;
No matter what diffenfion leaders make,
Where ev'ry private man may save a stake:
Ruld by the scripture and his own advice,
Each has a blind bye-path to Paradise;


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