“Of all sizes and sorts, the fanatical crew

Are his brother Protestants, good men and true;
Red hat, and blue bonnet, and turban’s the same,
What the de’il is’t to him whence the devil they came. 

          
                                                          Knock him down, &c.

  “Hobbes, Tindal, and Woolston, and Collins, and Nayler,

And Muggleton, Toland, and Bradley the tailor,
Are Christians alike; and it may be averr’d,
He’s a Christian as good as the rest of the herd. 

          
                                                          Knock him down, &c.

  “He only the rights of the clergy debates;

Their rights! their importance!  We’ll set on new rates
On their tithes at half-nothing, their priesthood at less;
What’s next to be voted with ease you may guess. 

          
                                                          Knock him down, &c.

  “At length his old master, (I need not him name,)

To this damnable speaker had long owed a shame;
When his speech came abroad, he paid him off clean,
By leaving him under the pen of the Dean. 

          
                                                          Knock him down, &c.

  “He kindled, as if the whole satire had been

The oppression of virtue, not wages of sin: 
He began, as he bragg’d, with a rant and a roar;
He bragg’d how he bounced, and he swore how he swore.[5]

          
                                                          Knock him down, &c.

[Footnote 5:  See the Dean’s letter to the Duke of Dorset, in which he gives an account of his interview with Bettesworth, about which he alleges the serjeant had spread abroad five hundred falsehoods. [S.]]

  “Though he cringed to his deanship in very low strains,

To others he boasted of knocking out brains,
And slitting of noses, and cropping of ears,
While his own ass’s zags were more fit for the shears. 

          
                                                          Knock him down, &c.

  “On this worrier of deans whene’er we can hit,

We’ll shew him the way how to crop and to slit;
We’ll teach him some better address to afford
To the dean of all deans, though he wears not a sword. 

          
                                                          Knock him down, &c.

  “We’ll colt him through Kevan, St Patrick’s, Donore,

And Smithfield, as rap was ne’er colted before;
We’ll oil him with kennel, and powder him with grains,
A modus right fit for insulters of deans. 

          
                                                          Knock him down, &c.