An essay upon satyr, or, A poem on the times under the names of the golden age, the silver age, the brazen age, and the iron age : to which is added, A satyr against Separatists.

CHAP. II.

THe Angels of the Church did soar so high, Like Lucifer, they lost their Hierarchy; They first from grace, and then from Glory fall; Some turning Devils, brought disgrace on all To all new fashions they their zeal translate, And Disciplin'd the Church by rules of State. Hetrodox Tenents did the Truth invade, And mens inventions grounds of Faith were made. One Ceremony did another send, Nor did Will-worship know a bound or end. Their Canons were as various as the Winds, Nay (which is more) unconstant as their mindes. Choak'd with their great Revenues, they become (Who, being empty, sounded well) quite dumb. Nay they did hold it an extreme disgrace To execute the office of their place.

Well said a fool, Who does a Bishop fear, May fly t'a Pulpit, for he'll not come there. Like Weathercocks, on Churches tops they stood, To over-see them, not to do them good: Yet being Lords, they fain would higher be, And guild their Lordships with a Deitie.