e shook
The Monster off; then fled before,
And straight Man's Aspect took.

He smil'd, intreated, ly'd, and vow'd,
Nay, offer'd her a Sum;
And grew importunate and rude,
As she drew nearer home.

At last when Tears, nor ought cou'd move,
He thus bespoke the Fair;
Know Cruel Maid, I'm God of Love,
And can command Despair.

Yet Dame to sue, oh! bless me then,
As you regard your Ease;
For I am King of Gods and Men,
I give and banish Peace.

Or be thou Love, or be thou Hate,
Enrag'd _Ophelia_ swore;
I'll never change my Virgin state,
Nor ever see thee more.

Exploded Love resisted so,
In pity to Mankind;
His Arrows broke, and burnt his Bow,
And left his Name behind.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

Lay by your Pleading,
The Law lies a Bleeding,
Burn all your Studies down, and throw away your Reading;
Small Power the World has,
And doth afford us,
Not half so many Privileges as the Sword does;
It fosters our Masters,
It plaisters Disasters,
And makes the Servants quickly greater than their Masters;
It ventures, it enters,
It circles, it Centres,
And sets a Prentice free despite of his Indenters.

This takes up all things,
And sets up small things,
This masters Money, tho' Money masters all things.
It's not in Season,
To talk of Reason,
Or count it Loyalty, when the Sword will have it Treason:
This conquers a Crown too,
The Cloak and the Gown too,
This sets up a Presbyter, and this doth pull him down too;
This subtile deceiver,
Turn'd Bonnet into Beaver,
Down drops a Bishop, and up steps a Weaver.

It's this makes a Lay-man,
To Preach and to Pray Man,
And this made a Lord of him, which was before a Drayman;
For from this dull-pit,
Of _Saxbey's_ Pulpit,
This brought a holy Iron-monger to the Pulpit:
No Gospel can guide it,
No Law can decide it,
No Church or State can debate it,
'Till the Sword hath Sanctify'd it;
Such pitiful things be,
Happier than Kings be,
This brought in the Heraldry of _Thimblesby_ and _Slingsby_.

Down goes the Law-trix,
For from this Matrix,
Sprang holy _Hewson's_ power, and tumbl'd down St. _Patrick's_.
It batter'd the Gun-kirk,
So did it the Dum-kirk,
That he is fled and gone to the Devil in _Dunkirk_;
In _Scotland_ this waster,
Did work such disaster,
This brought the Money back for which they sold their M