rice,
_Waters_ the _Plants of Paradise_;
The _Fishermen_ no longer set
For _Fish_ the Meshes of their Net,
But catch, like _Peter_, _Men of Sin_,
For _catching_ is to _take them in_.
Well had the wand'ring Spirits sped,
And thro' the World their Poison spread,
Made Lodgments in each tainted Breast;
And each infected Heart possess'd.
The _wayward Bus'ness_ being done,
_Satan_ to make his Choice begun
Of _under-Ministers_, to do
What _One_ cou'd not be equal to.
A _second Agent_, like the first,
Who on _Daemoniac Milk_ was nurst,
Had _Moorfields_ trusted to his Care,
For _Satan_ keeps _an Office_ there.
_Lean_ is the _Saint_, and _lank_, to shew
That _Flesh and Blood to Heav'n can't go_;
His Hair like _Candles_ hangs, a sign
How bright his _inward Candles_ shine.
Of _Satan_'s _Agents_ these _the Chief_,
A thousand others lend Relief,
And take some labour off their Hands,
Each as th' _internal Sprite_ commands:
But working with a _diff'rent Spell_,
They lead by various Ways to _Hell_.
Sickens the Soul? and is its state
With _Sin_'s Disease grown desperate?
To divers Quacks you may apply,
And _special Nostrums_ of them buy.
_Tottenham_'s the best accustom'd Place,
There _Magus squints_ Men into _Grace_.
_W-s--y_ sells Powders, Draughts, and Pills,
Sov'reign against all sorts of Ills,
_Assurance_ charms away the Fit,
Or at least makes it intermit--
_M-d--n_ the springs of Health _unlocks_,
And by his Preaching cures the _P----_
_R-m--ne_ works greater Wonders still,
Pulls you by _Gravity up-Hill_,
And for whate'er you do _amiss_,
Rewards you with _celestial Bliss_;
By your _bad Deeds_ your _Faith_ you shew,
'Tis but _believe_, and _up You go_.
_B--rr--s_ and _W-r--r_ set up Shop,
To sell _Religion_'s _Pill and Drop_,
They teach their Patients how to fly
On _Voice_ and _Action_ to the Sky.
One of the _Magi of the East_,
A _little perking, puppet-Priest_,
Has got the _Harlequino_-way,
His Patients Heav'nward to convey;
And their Salvation to advance,
A _Jig_ will _at the Altar dance_.
Such were the _Plenipo_'s in _Town_,
Who serv'd the _Diabolic_ Crown.
Not far remov'd, a _female Friend_
Gave Proofs, that _Satan_ might depend
On her best Service, and support,
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