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The Epilogue.
I'Me confident, this my attempt will be,
Judged an act of downe-right foolery
By most that read it; yea I doe confesse,
The Method, and the Stile, expresse no lesse;
But for the Matter, (which I wish thereby
Might cleerly be deserned) I deny
It wholly, or in part, 'gainst any he
That shall oppose it; yea although it be
Grand Cerberus himselfe; I meane the Pope,
Or any of his sublime Horriscope;
And so by consequence, 'gainst any he,
That stands for Pope, Prelates, or Presbitery,
Or any other faction, which I have
Convinced in my Book; how e're they rave
Against me by such termes, as Bedlam-wise,
Their madded Braines shall dictate, or devise.
And having fram'd my speech, to each degree,
In this our new built Arrastocracy,
I shall reduce them to that three-fold state,
Of Layicke, Clergy, and the Magistrate.
* 1.1And first to you, the last in nomination,
Whose ayrie pomp, remaineth yet in fashion;
You that have seene bright Lucifers downe-fall,
With his retinue, House of Lords, and all
That hath oppos'd the work you have in hand;
To wit, the reformation of the Land,
In Church, and State; to you I thus begin:
Remember first the state that you are in,
Next how it was attained, then for what;
For be you well assured, 'twas not that
You should be imitaters of their wayes,
Or meerly for to crowne you with their Bayes;