The maze: contrived, digested, and couched in these distinct subjects: representatives for these present times to admire: presidents for future ages to decline. 1. The traitors tryall. 2. The plaintiffs appeal. 3. The state-monkey, or, The disloyall favourite. 4. Pembrokes plea. 5. A cordiall for Britannicus, &c. 6. The old father lasher to the moderate. The senates ansvver to the Scotch chancelor. A funerall oration delivered at Darby-House. Animadversions upon the fourth section. Orderly marshall'd with these poems: 1. Castles catastrophes; or, Garrisons gaol-delivery. 2. Three state-tarriers coupled up with three tart satires.

Three STATE-TARRIERS Coopled up with three TART-SATYRS.

Vix Oriens tales produxit in orbe triones. Novimus hisce pares?—

A PRESBYTERIAN

IS a pretender to a madding zeal That makes a Bedlam of our Common-weal. A Plague to Pictures, Ceremonies, rites, Fonts, Organs, Surplice, consecrated Lights. State-Symonist, who reckons it no sin Through th' breaches of a Window to get in As well as by the Door: — one, who can gather No fruit nor profit from an ancient father: Holding 't a speciall Act of Reformation I'th' Church, to preach without due preparation. Collects, Hymns, Anthems must be laid aside, No wedding Ring admitted to a Bride. No Christian Buriall, nor no Funerall Rite, But throw him in a hole, and so good night. A grand Assembly-man, to root out Schisme, And in eight yeares squeaze out a catechisme Not worth perusall: though some Donns there be Who hold it orthodox Divinity; The forme of pure-elixir'd discipline, Such as our Isle ne're purchas'd fore this time. A precious Purchase! when our haplesse Nation Must be inform'd by blind illumination. When Enemies to th' Crosse command us stay, "Take up no crosse, but turne an other way. When Temples must be Denns to harbour Theeves, And rapine takes what morall Justice leaves.

When Houses dedicate to God, are made Fo. Groomes o'th' Stable, or a worser trade. When Pastors hold't sufficient to keep The Fold for pro••t, and devour their sheep. When that blest seamelesse Coat the badge of peace Must be cut out in shread of heresies; So as if He who ow'd that Coat should come He would disclaim it wholly for his own. What has this Reformation, pray thee say, Improv'd our Church or Nation any way? How has it made our channells flow with blood? How has it w••th our trade or traffick stood? In the Lords Field what darnell has it sown? What spawne of Sects and Schismes in every Town? What acts of horrid treason has it wrought? To what a Sea of blood is Albion brought? What bonds of peace remaine inviolate? What staine untoucht that might impeach a State? Are we not made a Spectacle to those, Who were so meane, we scorn'd to call them foes? —Deluded State, what caus'd thee to bring in This Presbyterian, this man of Sin Bred to our ruine! to division sold! And unresolv'd what Principles to hold! O rich religious Mintage! could no Sun Clear our darke Phanes but that of Calidon? Had our two Nursing Mothers lost their eyes, And to be cur'd by such Cantarides? Should these who were scarce Academian, Inspir'd (ragg'd colts) by Knox or Buchanan Oretop our Predeaux, one profounder far Then a whole Colledge of Scotch Doctors are? Shall these incivile Formalists propose Canons or Constitutions unto those, Who both for life and learning far exceed The greatest Rabbies ever crossed Tweed? I muse their Preachers, being hither sent Bad them not keep the Commandement:

But such a Law their flock would ne're live under That took them from their trade, the use of plunder. Poor stupid Sots! where lye our English braines, Must we exchange our liberty for chaines? Must we needs fly from fire into the flame, And close our Action with a Scene of shame? That lawlesse time of rude Domitian Had suited with our Presbyterian: When a Proscription was to learning given, And from the boundiers of his Empire driven; No man advanc'd to offices of state But onely such as were illiterate. The parallel is yours: who with a style Of gulided zeal have made a Stale o'th I'le Cimerian Revellers; whose onely dance Meetes in a Maze, or Net of ignorance; So you may take your tith of mint and Cummin, You little care for Ʋrim or for Thummim; Meer antiquated words: Pulpits are made For a Mechanick and a Manuall trade: When if mad zeal his Cushion roundly beat, He's one, no doubt, sat at Gamaliels feet: When he no Education had at all But from the Topicks of a Coblers stall. Bring me three Presbyterians to this place, Where we may state the Question face to face (Without exchange of Tongues) for 'tis well known They'r constant Linguists onely to their own; And if these three in Principles agree, Or hold that antient marke of unitie; Or if their Tenets prove not out of joynt In some Essentiall faith—concerning point; I'le say, disloyall Argyle was as just As any Subject that his Prince could trust; His waies smooth and sincere; his wandering eye Cleare without squinting at an Anarchie: And that no wool was ever yet more true Then what was woven to make a Cap of Blue.

Now, who should read these Paradoxes o're Would hold them rar'st He ever heard before. For Argyle to be loyall, who from's youth Shak't hands with faith's adulterated truth: Nay, to act horri'd treason makes no doubt, So He may bring his close designs about. And for the plundering Scot, to hold him just Who falsifi'd his oath, made sale of trust; Expos'd his Prince sprung from their native stock To base restraint, contempt, and fatall block: If these deserve approvement, there's no reason For Loyalty to mount, but vaile to Treason. Now as we have our Presbyter pursu'd, Here with his admonition we'l conclude: That if there be least grain of Grace remaining▪ His sense of sin may bring him to reclaiming. Since a pretence to banish Superstition, Has made our Church a Seed-plot of Division: Since antient rites, Shrines, reliques of the Saints, Robes, Ceremonies, Tapers, Ornaments; Since Imagery and Pictures to his eye Appear occasions of Idolatry; Since he no decency can well approve, So as Christ scarcely may discern his Love, Nor take delight in his abused Spouse Stript of her clothes, and spoiled in her house; Since Order is an Enemy to him As 'tis ith' mansion of that Prince of sin; Since breach of morall and diviner Laws Accuse him joyntly for the moving Cause; Since wasting famine and the raging sword And with that dearth of bread, the want oth' word (Pure Manna I do mean) sprung from this shelf, This Shark who knows not what he holds himself. If these with such impieties as these Took breath from him and his base complices, Who like Egyptian flyes since they came hither Have plagu'd our Church and Common-weal together;

Let him with tears ingenuously confesse Himself the cause of Englands heavinesse, Pollution of Religion, and th' advance Of groundlesse Academick ignorance; Subjects untimely ruine, with the fall Of Prince and all, all save that Capitall; That blest to make us curst: —That Seat of Pim, Shambles of Saints, Monopoly of sin: Till its swolne grandeur to that height did grow As it s••u'd out the Presbyterian too, To mount the Independent; who, he feares, Will slight State-foes to fall about his eares. Let him then leave his Dreams; since there is no man, Admit he be indu'd with senses common, But he shall finde, if he his Tenets scan, Lesse truth in him then in the Alcoran.