Nor snuffled treason, nor misprision. 
That is, because you never durst;
For had you preach’d and pray’d your worst,
Alas! you were no longer able 1165
To raise your posse of the rabble: 
One single red-coat centinel
Out-charm’d the magick of the spell;
And, with his squirt-fire, could disperse
Whole troops with chapter rais’d and verse. 1170
We knew too well those tricks of yours,
To leave it ever in your powers;
Or trust our safeties, or undoings,
To your disposing of out-goings;
Or to your ordering Providence, 1175
One farthing’s-worth of consequence. 
For had you pow’r to undermine,
Or wit to carry a design,
Or correspondence to trepan,
Inveigle, or betray one man, 1180
There’s nothing else that intervenes,
And bars your zeal to use the means
And therefore wond’rous like, no doubt,
To bring in Kings, or keep them out. 
Brave undertakers to restore, 1185
That cou’d not keep yourselves in pow’r;
T’ advance the int’rests of the Crown,
That wanted wit to keep your own.

’Tis true, you have (for I’d be loth
To wrong ye) done your parts in both, 1190
To keep him out, and bring him in,
As grace is introduc’d by sin;
For ’twas your zealous want of sense,
And sanctify’d impertinence,
Your carrying business in a huddle, 1195
That forc’d our rulers to new-model;
Oblig’d the State to tack about,
And turn you, root and branch, all out;
To reformado, one and all,
T’ your great Croysado General. 1200
Your greedy slav’ring to devour,
Before ’twas in your clutches, pow’r,
That sprung the game you were to set,
Before y’ had time to draw the net;
Your spight to see the Churches’ lands 1205
Divided into other hands,
And all your sacrilegious ventures
Laid out in tickets and debentures;
Your envy to he sprinkled down,
By Under-Churches in the town; 1210
And no course us’d to stop their mouths,
Nor th’ Independents’ spreading growths
All which consider’d, ’tis most true
None bring him in so much as you
Who have prevail’d beyond their plots, 1215
Their midnight juntos, and seal’d knots
That thrive more by your zealous piques,
Than all their own rash politicks
And you this way may claim a share
In carrying (as you brag) th’ affair; 1220
Else frogs and toads, that croak’d the Jews
From pharaoh and his brick-kilns loose,
And flies and mange, that set them free
From task-masters and slavery,
Were likelier to do the feat, 1225
In any indiff’rent man’s conceit
For who e’er heard of restoration