1030
And weapons, drest with salves, restore
And heal the hurts they gave before;
But whether Presbyterians have
So much good nature as the salve,
Or virtue in them as the vermine, 1035
Those who have try’d them can determine. 
Indeed, ’th pity you should miss
Th’ arrears of all your services,
And for th’ eternal obligation
Y’ have laid upon th’ ungrateful nation, 1040
Be us’d so unconscionably hard,
As not to find a just reward,
For letting rapine loose, and murther,
To rage just so far, but no further;
And setting all the land on fire, 1045
To burn’t to a scantling, but no higher;
For vent’ring to assassinate,
And cut the throats, of Church and State,
And not be allow’d the fittest men
To take the charge of both agen:  1050
Especially, that have the grace
Of self-denying, gifted face;
Who when your projects have miscarry’d,
Can lay them, with undaunted forehead,
On those you painfully trepann’d, 1055
And sprinkled in at second hand;
As we have been, to share the guilt
Of Christian Blood, devoutly spilt;
For so our ignorance was flamm’d
To damn ourselves, t’ avoid being damn’d; 1060
Till finding your old foe, the hangman,
Was like to lurch you at back-gammon
And win your necks upon the set,
As well as ours, who did but bet,
(For he had drawn your ears before, 1065
And nick’d them on the self-same score,)
We threw the box and dice away,
Before y’ had lost us, at foul play;
And brought you down to rook, and lie,
And fancy only, on the by; 1070
Redeem’d your forfeit jobbernoles
From perching upon lofty poles;
And rescu’d all your outward traitors
From hanging up like aligators;
For which ingeniously y’ have shew’d 1075
Your Presbyterian gratitude: 
Would freely have paid us home in kind,
And not have been one rope behind. 
Those were your motives to divide,
And scruple, on the other side. 1080
To turn your zealous frauds, and force,
To fits of conscience and remorse;
To be convinc’d they were in vain,
And face about for new again;
For truth no more unveil’d your eyes, 1085
Than maggots are convinc’d to flies
And therefore all your lights and calls
Are but apocryphal and false,
To charge us with the consequences
Of all your native insolences, 1090
That to your own imperious wills
Laid Law and Gospel neck and heels;
Corrupted the Old Testament,
To serve the New for precedent
T’ amend its errors, and defects, 1095
With murther, and rebellion texts;