have we this phrase in Poetry, Nature has made her Body charming; see her bright Eyes, the charming gifts of Nature, &c. making use still of the second cause instead of the first, which we yet know to be the original of all.  And ’tis no more Blasphemy to say that Providence took more care of a perverse beautiful Womans Body than her Soul, than ’tis to say that the Sun made a gay Tulip flourish in a Garden to delight the Eye, not caring three-pence tho it never smelt so sweet as a Province rose.

But I have a Rigid Critick and a Severe Inquisitor to deal with—­He will have a Satyr upon the true Deity, tho I intend nothing of it.  And to go on, my next advance he says is to Droll upon the Resurrection; and to prove it, squirts out these two lines, which are pick’d out of twenty—­which he thinks are fit for his purpose—­

  Sleep and Indulge thy self with rest,
  Nor dream thou e’re shalt rise again.

  [Footnote:  Ibid.]

Now you must know this Song was design’d a solemn piece of morality, and sung as a Requiem or Dirge at the Funeral of Ambrosio—­A young Gentleman that dy’d for Love of the aforesaid Marcella—­You shall have it all, that you may judge what Drolling is in’t.

      (1.)
  Sleep, sleep, poor Youth, sleep, sleep in Peace,
    Reliev’d from Love, and mortal care,
  Whilst we that pine in Life’s disease,
    Uncertain blest, less happy are.
      (2.)
  Couch’d in the dark and silent Grave,
    No ills of Fate thou now canst fear;
  No more shall Tyrant Power inslave,
    Or scornful Beauty be severe.
      (3.)
  Wars, that do fatal storms disperse,
    Far from thy happy Mansion keep;
  Earthquakes, that shake the Universe,
    Can’t rock thee into sounder sleep.
      (4.)
  With all the Charms of Peace possest,
    Secur’d from Life’s tormentor, Pain: 
  Sleep and indulge thy self with rest,
    Nor dream thou e’re shall rise again.
      (5.)
  Past are the Pangs of fear and doubt,
    The Sun is from the Dial gone,
  The Sands are sunk, the Glass is out,
    The folly of the Farce is done.

  [Footnote:  D. Quix. p 20.]

Now will I be judg’d by any reasonable Man, if these words comparatively are not fitter for an Anthem than a Droll, but the Reformers way of doing me Justice, is to take bits and morsels out of things, that for want of the connexion, they may consequently appear ridiculous, as here he does.  Again, in his third objection against my third Song, where he says—­ I, (that is in my own person) make a jest of the Fall, rail at Adam_ and Eve;_ and then Oliver’s Porter, raving again, says, I burlesque the Conduct of God Almighty; [Footnote:  Ibid.] now, pray judge whether it ought to be Constru’d so or no.  This Song is suppos’d to be made and sung by Gines de Passamonte, a most notorious