THE CHARACTER.  
THe Lords and Commons having had their doom,  
The banished Romans since supply their room,  
And in full Herds they publicly appear,  
Bearding both Protestant and Presbyter;  
Yet do not so resent the soul Affront  
To take up Arms and make Rebellion on't:  
Nor do not sleep but by the Drum and Fife  
To keep thy Throat from bloody Jesuits Knife;  
Though Murder be in us a bloody Fact,  
In holy Priest it is an holy Act,  

If Priest and Knife be consecrated, then,  
By Blood and Massacre they Heaven win,  
When we poor Souls are damned for the same Sin   
Who would not be a sacred Priest to Rome,  
When they can save or give Eternal doom?  
Make Virtue damned, and meritorious Vice,  
They snatch from Hell and send to Paradise.  
And more to complete their further Glory,  
They call and take a touch in Purgatory.  
Since that they bugbear Parliament was fled,  
Bold was the man durst say, That Godfrey's dead,  
Or in Rome's Slaughter house his Blood was shed,  
Or Priests contrived to have him murdered.  
Or who dares say, The Temple was on fire  
By the contrivance of some Priest or Friar?  
To burn Commissions hid in Langhorn's Room,  
To blind the Plot, and clear the Lords of Rome?  
O! People all so weak as not to see  
Yourselves betrayed by your own Foolery!  
Contending with your King, his Laws and Power,  
Entrenching on his Prerogative each hour;  
Flying i'th' Face of his Supremacy,  
With saucy Libelling and Ribaldry.  

The seed o'th' Serpent is abroad again,  
To teach young Colt his black Rebellion,  
Formed and begot i'th' old damned Stallion:   
Whose pregnant Issue's quick and nimble sense,  
Exactly copies their Syre's Impudence:  
Treading his Steps with a full strong source,  
Flies in the Face of Majesty in course:  
The young out-throwes the old at least a Bar;  
For they but only 'gainst the King made War:  
But these young Start-ups in bold and thundering words,  
Dare both the King, his Bishops and his Lords;  
And would subvert at once, and at one hour  
The Royal-Office and the Supreme Power;  
Make King and Peers but Ciphers in the State,  
And they the powerful Figures of Debate.  
Traitor and Presbyter do seem two things;  
But equal is the venom of their stings.  
Against Prerogative they plead Privilege,  
That Fatal By-blow with a double edge.  

The Infatuated Jews, their sense being gone,  
Made War among themselves, and still fought on,  
Till they were conquered by Vespasian.   

So You fall out, like senseless stones and stocks,  
Flying at each other even like Dogs and Cocks:  
To satisfy YOUR Pride, WE split on Rocks.   
In short, Fanatique's Character is this,  
THEY'RE Cursed Obstacles o'th' Nations Bliss.   
FINIS.