THISTLE
On the new forcers of Conscience under the Long PARLIAMENT by John Milton
chosen by Kevin
Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord,
And with stiff Vows renounced his Liturgie
To seize the widdow'd whore Plauralite
From them whose sin ye envi'd, not abhorred.
Dare ye for this adjure the Civil Sword
To force our Consciences that Christ set free,
And Ride us with a classic Hierarchy
Taught ye by meer A.S. and Rotherford?
Men whose Life, Learning, Faith and pure intent
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul
Must now be nam'd and printed Hereticks
By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d' ye call:
But we do hope to find out all your tricks.
Your plots and packing word then those of Trent
That so the Parliament.
May with their wholesome and preventive Shears
Clip your Phylacteries, through bauk your Ears,
And succor out just Fears
When they shall read this clearly in your charge
New Preshyster is but Old Priest writ Large.
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