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THE FALL OF MORTIMER. 9
Who've run thro' all the Judgments of eachC^urc^
And thefe he makes his Icarn'd Expofitors :
Thefe, a$ they fteadily perform their Talk,
He puts into their places who refufed him.
Some have the Fortune to afcend the Bench ;
But when they're fuch Proficients in their Art,
They'd baffle Truth, tho' never fo well back'd,
And dare the Devil in his own PolTenion.
Sir Roh. Holl. Juftice and Honefty have left the
Robe ;
The Reverend Clergy too forget their Funflion ;
For when this haughty, clamorous Mortimer^
Ac any Time wou'd make the Public Good
The Tool to work his Ends withal, oh, then !
He calls fome fmooth-tongu'd Prelate to his Aid,
Who, with elaborate Text political,
Spic'd up and down with grave Divinity,
Preaches his Medley Doftnne to the Crowd.
Lord Mount. Come, come, it never Was a prof-
perous World,
Since Priefls have interfer'd with temporal Matters.
The Cuftom of their Anceftors they flight.
And change their fliirLS of Hair for Robes of
Gold:
Thus Luxury and Intereft rule the Church,
Whilft Piety and Conlcience dwell in Caves.- — >
Let's ftem the Current of this furious Tide :
Our Country is the Parent of us all ;
And fliall we talk away the precious Hours,
While thefe vile Plangmen flretch her on the rack?
Let's force young Edwarcfs fafety with our Swords,
And cut off all the Holds, which bar his Glory.
Sir Tloo. Dela. Bleffings upon thee for this gene-
rous Pleat.
From hence my Fears and Jealoufies — be gone !
Thou art the Soul of Honour new reviv'd,
Which for fome Years, as once the Romans did,
V/ithdrew thytelf into a willing Exile..
B Aaion !