e author's discipline is seldom without a bias. He commonly gives
the laity the pleasure of an ill action, and the clergy the
punishment." _View of the Immorality and Profaneness of the Stage_,
p. 100.

2. To satire next thy talent was addressed,
Fell foul on all thy friends among the rest;
Nay, even thy royal patron was not spared,
But an obscene, a sauntering wretch declared.
Thy loyal libel we can still produce,
Beyond example, and beyond excuse.
O strange return, to a forgiving king,
(But the warmed viper wears the greatest sting,)
For pension lost, and justly without doubt;
When servants snarl we ought to kick them out.
They that disdain their benefactor's bread.
No longer ought by bounty to be fed.
That lost, the visor changed, you turn about,
And straight a true-blue protestant crept out.
The Friar now was writ, and some will say,
They smell a malcontent through all the play.
The papist too was damned, unfit for trust,
Called treacherous, shameless, profligate, unjust,
And kingly power thought arbitrary lust.
This lasted till thou didst thy pension gain,
And that changed both thy morals and thy strain.
_The Laureat, 24th October, 1678._

3. From hence began that plot, the nation's curse,
Bad in itself, but represented worse.
Raised in extremes, and in extremes decryed,
With oaths affirmed, with dying vows denied;
Nor weighed nor winnowed by the multitude,
But swallowed in the mass unchewed and crude.
Some truth there was, but dashed and bruised with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
Succeeding times did equal folly call.
Believing nothing, or believing all.

4. "Thus we see," says Collier, "how hearty these people are in their
ill-will; how they attack religion under every form, and pursue the
priesthood through all the subdivisions of opinion. Neither Jews
nor Heathens, Turk nor Christians, Rome nor Geneva, church nor
conventicle, can escape them. They are afraid lest virtue should
have any quarters, undisturbed conscience any corner to retire to,
or God worshipped in any place." _Short View, &c._ p. 110.

5. "I have read somewhere in Mons. Rapin's _Reflections sur la
Poetique_, that a certain Venetian nobleman, Andrea Naugeria by
name, was wont every year to sacrific