forswear,
  And e’en turn loyal to be made a peer. 
  Next him, let railing Rabsheka have place,
  So full of zeal he has no need of grace;
  A saint that can both flesh and spirit use, 300
  Alike haunt conventicles and the stews: 
  Of whom the question difficult appears,
  If most i’ th’ preacher’s or the bawd’s arrears. 
  What caution could appear too much in him
  That keeps the treasure of Jerusalem! 
  Let David’s brother but approach the town,
  Double our guards, he cries, we are undone. 
  Protesting that he dares not sleep in ’s bed
  Lest he should rise next morn without his head.

   Next[74] these, a troop of busy spirits press, 310
  Of little fortunes, and of conscience less;
  With them the tribe, whose luxury had drain’d
  Their banks, in former sequestrations gain’d;
  Who rich and great by past rebellions grew,
  And long to fish the troubled streams anew. 
  Some future hopes, some present payment draws,
  To sell their conscience and espouse the cause. 
  Such stipends those vile hirelings best befit, 318
  Priests without grace, and poets without wit. 
  Shall that false Hebronite escape our curse,
  Judas, that keeps the rebels’ pension-purse;
  Judas, that pays the treason-writer’s fee,
  Judas, that well deserves his namesake’s tree;
  Who at Jerusalem’s own gates erects
  His college for a nursery of sects;
  Young prophets with an early care secures,
  And with the dung of his own arts manures! 
  What have the men of Hebron here to do? 
  What part in Israel’s promised land have you? 
  Here Phaleg the lay-Hebronite is come, 330
  ’Cause like the rest he could not live at home;
  Who from his own possessions could not drain
  An omer even of Hebronitish grain;
  Here struts it like a patriot, and talks high
  Of injured subjects, alter’d property: 
  An emblem of that buzzing insect just,
  That mounts the wheel, and thinks she raises dust. 
  Can dry bones live? or skeletons produce
  The vital warmth of cuckoldising juice? 
  Slim Phaleg could, and at the table fed, 340
  Return’d the grateful product to the bed. 
  A waiting-man to travelling nobles chose,
  He his own laws would saucily impose,
  Till bastinadoed back again he went,
  To learn those manners he to teach was sent. 
  Chastised he ought to have retreated home,
  But he reads politics to Absalom. 
  For never Hebronite, though kick’d and scorn’d,
  To his own country willingly return’d. 
  —­But leaving famish’d Phaleg to be fed, 350
  And to talk treason for his daily bread,
  Let Hebron, nay let hell, produce a man
  So made for mischief as Ben-Jochanan. 
  A Jew of humble parentage was he,