Of which there is not any one
In all the Book to sow upon
And therefore (from your tribe) the Jews
Held Christian doctrine forth, and use; 1100
As Mahomet (your chief) began
To mix them in the Alchoran: 
Denounc’d and pray’d, with fierce devotion,
And bended elbows on the cushion;
Stole from the beggars all your tones, 1105
And gifted mortifying groans;
Had Lights where better eyes were blind,
As pigs are said to see the wind
Fill’d Bedlam with predestination,
And Knights-bridge with illumination:  1110
Made children, with your tones, to run for’t,
As bad as bloody-bones, or Lunsford: 
While women, great with child, miscarry’d,
For being to malignants marry’d
Transform’d all wives to DALILAHS 1115
Whose husbands were not for the Cause;
And turn’d the men to ten horn’d cattle,
Because they came not out to battle
Made taylors’ prentices turn heroes,
For fear of being transform’d to MEROZ:  1120
And rather forfeit their indentures,
Than not espouse the Saints’ adventures. 
Could transubstantiate, metamorphose,
And charm whole herds of beasts, like Orpheus;
Inchant the King’s and Churches lands 1125
T’ obey and follow your commands;
And settle on a new freehold,
As MARCLY-hill had done of old: 
Could turn the Covenant, and translate
The gospel into spoons and plate:  1130
Expound upon all merchants’ cashes,
And open th’ intricatest places
Could catechize a money-box,
And prove all powches orthodox;
Until the Cause became a Damon, 1135
And pythias the wicked Mammon.

And yet, in spight of all your charms
To conjure legion up in arms,
And raise more devils in the rout
Than e’er y’ were able to cast out, 1140
Y’ have been reduc’d, and by those fools
Bred up (you say) in your own schools;
Who, though but gifted at your feet,
Have made it plain, they have more wit;
By whom y’ have been so oft trepann’d, 1145
And held forth out of all command,
Out-gifted, out-impuls’d, out-done,
And out-reveal’d at carryings-on;
Of all your dispensations worm’d,
Out-Providenc’d, and out-reform’d; 1150
Ejected out of Church and State,
And all things, but the peoples’ hate;
And spirited out of th’ enjoyments
Of precious, edifying employments,
By those who lodg’d their Gifts and Graces, 1155
Like better bowlers, in your places;
All which you bore with resolution,
Charg’d on th’ accompt of persecution;
And though most righteously opprest,
Against your wills, still acquiesc’d; 1160
And never hum’d and hah’d sedition,