S'too him Bays: Or Some OBSERVATIONS Upon the HUMOUR of Writing Rehearsal's Transprosed.  
— & Hanc Veniam petimusque damusque vicissim.  
OXON: Printed in the Year 1673.   

ADVERTISEMENT.  
The Reader will take notice, that it is the Second Impression of the Rehearsal Transprosed to which these Animadversions are directed ● for, not being much curious of such things, it was but lately that I happened upon the Book.   

SOME OBSERVATIONS Upon the Humour of Writing Rehearsal's Transprosed.  
TO begin with your Title: The Rehearsal Transprosed. It Intimates the Author has imitated the Rehearsal, for which you think good to make a Play of the Author. It rests therefore to be examined, whether He be Bays in a Preface, or you the fool in the Play.  
I come to the bottom of your Title Page— At the sign of the King's Indulgence, on the Southside of the Lake of Lemane, and sold— In Chancery Lane. Amongst the lawyers? will it sell best there? Why, you don't think the Lincolns-Inn, and Temple-wits, will take the Rehearsal Transprosed for a Case of Alienation, or Observations upon a Preface for A Book of Reports. Upon my word they don't like your jesting with Plays so near them. Somebody may Transprose Ignoramus shortly at this Rate too, and, then, who knows where the Stone may light at last? As for the Lake of Lemane I'll suppose it a Standing water, and so may Tarry till I come to it again by and by. Then I shall exanine its Situation, and see if there be a North, or a South, or a Blind side belonging to it. But,— At the sign of the King's Indulgence: 'Tis true, He hath given you one, but I don't think He looks upon it for civilly or indeed craftily done of you, to be at every turn Quoting Him on this fashion for it upon Needless, or Buffoon occasions: You know in Scripture such and such things were permitted the jews for the Hardness of their Hearts. Should they now ever and anon have been Rallying Moses for his Condescensions? had they not as good have told him in Plain Hebrew that, the Hardness of their Hearts had been too Hard for Him? But, to the business.  
Your book begins (for a lucky hit) with a Dilemma you say you have caught the Author in of his own making; For, if he will not accept his own Charge, his modesty (say you) is all impudent. Call you this Catching him in a Dilemma? Pray, what●s the meaning of Impudent Modesty? Is your Design to Convince, or to Pose us? We are Modest people, and shall remember Alonzo Tiveria as well as we can, but we would not be put altogether to submit to your Arguments by believing in your words. We cannot always (as you desire) expound a Pillar, or Explicate a Post: besides, one would think you had been told often enough of Particular & Universal Round Quadrangle; that a man ought not to talk like a Ninnihammer but when it were evidently Courteous and Gent, or Tuant, or Great. But if this be still a Dilemma, thou art the unluckyest Disputant in the world; for thou pretendest to argue for General Liberty, and concludest for nothing but mere Lutheranism: for Impudent Modesty is the very Doctrine of Consubstantiation. Yet happy, happy thou! (since thou must needs Transprose) hast had the fortune to light upon the Rehearsal; for, since people will be so idle as (at first dash you see) to ask, what signifies Impudent Modesty? Thou may'st there find an Answer which no Schoolman but Bays ever light upon, and, may'st tell them, Nay pray Sirs, have a little patience: Godsookers you'll spoil all my Transprosal. Why 'tis impossible to answer every impertinent Question you ask. But, for all this, I know his Majesty does not intend his Toleration shall extend to Nonconformity in Sense also: and therefore, for this time I will tie you to that Ceremony of the Church of England, as to Speak it.  
But, to proceed: you hoped (ay, and I dare say would have lost your ten pound wager on the Condition) that He, nor nobody else would have written any more in behalf of the King of England's Rights (for all your being sure you had the Keys of Transprosing;) but he hath, that there are Grounds for Fears & jealousies of Popery. And pray, are there not? Since the Popish Interest (as yourself make anon appear) is founded chiefly upon Keeping the people in Ignorance; and some of the wisest of them are so Ignorant already as to talk of Impudent Modesty; yet if such kind of Terms seem necessary for the Ends you use them, then Oh too frail Reason that contradicts Transprosal! But let's see; what is the mischief the Author is going to do? To trick up Bishop Bramhal in a yellow Coif, and a Bull's Head? What sense the Author can be said to trick him up in a Bull's Head in, I confess, I do not understand. But, your Conceits are all so easy and familiar that I am confident you mean something by it.  
You fall next upon the unfortunate Invention that Printing has proved to be, That Villainous Engine the Press and Reformation being invented much about the same time. Prithee leave fooling, and tell us what thou art. jeer the whole Reformation? All that are not Romanists? I have heard there was a certain Counsellor, that when he had pleaded a long while the judge asked him, who he was for, plaintiff or Defendant? But, thou makest Our Case worse; Thou abusest thy Clients. At this rate we must wish you would write express in defence of Popery, for the credit of the Protestant Religion.  
But you say, 'Twas happy when all Learning was in Manuscript, & some little Officer like the Author kept the Keys of the Library: I doubt you'll find him a great Officer by and by, and the Door of his Preface so well kept, that it will be past your Skill to pick the Lock. And, there was a time (another happy time) when the Clergy needed no more Knowledge then to read the Liturgy.  
(The Wound was great because it was but small)  
thou'dst been a Bishop needed none at all.  
Nor the Laity more Clerkship then to then to save them from Hanging. 'Tis Sung, you might let point of Clerkship alone, having been yourself sometime beholding to it: But, no more of that.  
You say next, the Mischief of Printing is, that, now if a man write a Book presently he is answered: Here you must give us leave to distinguish betwixt Transprosing and Answering. 'Tis plain some Persons are presently Transprosed, but we can't perceive that any of the Principal things they say are Answered.  
Next you fall upon B. and L. and call them Public Tooth-Drawers (no doubt you mean Printing's Tooth-Drawers:) For Public Tooth-Drawers signifies no more than Tooth-Drawer, and were Tautology, like Public Shoemaker or Public Cobbler; now you do not mean they are literally Tooth-Drawers, for that would spoil the Sense of your Allegory; wherefore you have mistaken yourself, and these things when B. and L. meet with, They expunge or stop them: and then, They are indeed (in your sense) Printing's Tooth-Drawers.  
But, the Dutchman (you say) ought to have been contented with a Wine press: Had it been a Churn or a Cheese-press, you had said something; but if there be scarce a Bunch of Grapes (much less one Vineyard) in all Holland, why should the Dutchman be so contented with a Winepress? would you serve him as the Wench served her Master, and only show him Le trou par ou a pass son Vin? Or, do you think (because he loves a Dram of the Bottle) that every time he was fuddled he would imagine it was a Sluice, or some newer kind of Engine to defend His Country.  
But now, we come to a horrible business: The Author had said (as Tra●sprosal tells me) that He was employed about matters of more comfortable importance. Now this Comfortable importance (says Trans) was one of three things, (vide) and that which he pitches upon of the three to be it, is a Female: and, when he has done (like a Wiseacres) He makes nothing of it. There is only an immodest Barbarian's way of being good Company, in the Paragraph, that speaks of Breeches being down: Paw, There is a thing in our Land, and it is known by the name of Pitch; this Pitch (as thou shouldst know) defileth: So does the Style thou writest. Did Hudibras talk thus when he said, 
— The Modern's hence approve.  
The use of Rosemary in Love.   
But I see your Talon does not consist in Talking. Rosemary, but in railing at Bays, for which you will never deserve any of that, but, A great deal of Rosemary for your pains.  
And now I am come to these words: But He (the Author) knows not which way his mind will work itself. This Expression sets Trans' head so a working, that you would ●hink it would never have done. He works a Quarter of the Rehearsal (especially, poor Volscius for doubting whether he had best pull on t'other boot, or leave off work) almost off of its legs. Sir William D' Avenant but offered to speak of warm weather, and He makes him Sweat for't; and Sydrophel for being a piece of an ginger, He's resolved shall never have good luck after.  
Why, This is Whipping Tom, and ten times worse than the Schoolmaster of Paul's he talks of: for He— Takes up all their Mayle-Pillians. Then, in conclusion, he owns that his Friend I. O. (after such another Dispute) had prevailed with himself, and, much against his Inclination, to Write too. So that Bays did but imitate Him: Though Trans had not done like Trans (it seems) if he had Omitted (as far as in him lies) to make ridiculous all the Three.  
But, all this is but hanging forth a Picture, and sounding a Call. Now step in, for the monster himself begins. He comes to Mr.— Preface to Bishop Brambal. Take notice only by the way that a Headstal will serve a Monster for a Crupper, & you pass on to the next Room where you shall see one ask leave to call the Author Bayes. I don't find that any body gives it him; so he ventures to do it of himself; but, for several Reasons; and, they are the best that ever I heard.  
He has no good faculty at being brief and tedious; therefore (to save Tiring) the sum in short is this: He begins to apprehend that his Wit and Invention may fail him, and therefore thinks necessary to provide himself early of a Nickname to take breath withal against he comes to be jaded. Just (methinks) like Bartholmew-Cokes— Who sat in the Stocks Numps, Ha! Who, with that one word only Rehearsed again and again absolutely ransprosed Numps. But if this does not give satisfaction, he will derive his Authority (which Resolute Bat would have scorned now) out of St. Thomas, who (says Trans) says, that not only Governors, but any thing else, may give Names. Sure, St. Thomas' words (for I have him not all without Book) are not, [or any thing] for every thing (for example a Gooses' Quill) can't speak; but, any Person may give Names: Well, be it Person then. Why though any person may Give, he does not say, they may Call Names. Now if I am mistaken, pray when you have leisure to reward me for my pains. Call me any thing so you do not call me Spade. However I think it is by this plain, That such Mistaking and Perverting Sophisters as you ought not to be suffered to read the Scripture, nor indeed the Schoolmen neither. But now, to the Monster of London-Derry.  
And first, (that his Testimony may pass with the less prejudice against he comes with a whole Booth fall of Eloquence to describe him) he begins with telling you that, He had formerly collected a deep Reverence for him, but He has now parted with part of the pleasure he enjoyed in thinking well of Him; yet till He recreates himself with believing, that his simple judgement will make no bo●y thi●k the worse of Him, and we recreate ourselves friend (I doubt this Book will teach me to talk affectedly) in believing so too. But, since He is not dead, I am the more obliged to repair in myself whatever Breaches of his Credit, by that Additional Civility which consecrates the Ashes of the Deceased. Heaven blest us! what have we hear? You talk of Bays the 2d. and a luscious and effeminate Style; Why here's a very Syrup of Additional Civility, besides Orice-powder of the Ashes of the Dead. However, if this Syrup and Powder will make a Cement to repair the Breaches of the Bishop's credit, I am satisfied. Toleration, is that a Reward for such an Orator? Why give him but a Trowel to help Imboss and fret the Flowers of his Rhetorical Mortar, when he Apologises, Panegyrics, or Transproses, and I'll undertake He shall deserve a Resignation o● Merry Andrew's and Puncinello's Patents, and to have all Lincolns-Inn Fields and Charing-Cross to himself.  
But I must dispatch, for I see He's making Paul's work on't already, and here's as many Leaves almost as there are Windows and Doors in Salisbury Church, and all to prove, That the Bishop was a weak man, and laid an unfeisable Design. I beg your pardon; not All to prove, for most of them indeed do but as good as repeat one another.  
But, before we proceed with the Bishop, He must have a fling at Bays; and then, He will upon the Bishop again, and after, (if one Bauble or other do not come in his way) at Bays again, as before: So that I can hardly tell when I am answering, or, wherefore, or, for whom. For he manages this whole Discourse just like jack, that was left at home to roast the Goose; When he was turning the Spit he remembered he had the Spig●● in his hand, and when he was run to stop the Barrel, he remembered he had left Dogs in the Kitchen: But, betwixt both, with his extraordinary Diligence, and care of every thing, when the Company came from Church, there was neither Meat, nor Drink left for Dinner.  
Well, this Bays we are speaking of having famed the Bishop for bravery, Trans says he should have furnished him with a Sword like Bishop Odo's, which was like an other (Irish) Clergy-man's, which was as like a Nut-Cracker (for— it Cracked men clad in Steel) as the men that were Cracked, (as he tells me that is cracked) were like Nuts. It is there described however (that the Bishop might not mistake it seems) at large, in four Wild-Irish (I think) Verses. He might as well have took, 
Ay by His side he wore a long Pavade,  
And of his Sword full trenchant was the Blade.   
Out of Chaucer (for they are better) but, I believe he durst not look in him for fear of meeting with the Blow man's Tale.  
But let a man behave himself how he will with his Whineard, He gets no Commendations of Bays, but upon two Conditions: That he die, or be of his Party. Which I think is as much as to say, that He rejoices at no bodies success that is against him, not will Preach at nobody's Funeral till they be Dead. But when he does, He will do it for Exploits which He will take out of the Knight of the Sun. Why Trans, is every thing that is Heroically done applicable to every Body? Suppose you were passed that which you may chance to come to; I mean, suppose you were Dead. If I should say, 
Living He fought like Mad, or Drunk  
For Dame Religion as for Punk.   
Were this Commending the Author of the Rehearsal Transprosed? It is not, it is not: They abuse you only (and so you ought to understand it) whoever (dead or alive) does but offer to Glance at you with such an Expression.  
But Bayes gives the Bishop such improbable Eulogies, that He had died the death of Secundinus if the swelling of Truth would have choked him: Why Trans, art thou mad? if the Eulogies were not true, what hurt would the swelling of Truth have done Bays? but if they were, how horribly is all thou hast said swelled with Lies? But I perceive you think it would have been dangerous if you had done otherwise. Truth might have choked you. Nay then I'll never blame your Railing at them both: Defaming the Church, and pretending to be only for Toleration; for, I would have no man Guilty of his own death. But passing this, what News? Why, while Bishop Bramhal was doing Feats in Ireland, Bishop Usher busied himself in Grubstreet about Modern Orthodoxy. I acknowledge this Expression to be nice and smart; But I understand it not originally your own: What the Bishop busied himself about, was Refuting pretty ancient Error. So you endeavour by applying it here to abuse at once but the Bishop, the World, and the Author.  
But is there no more? Yes, Bayes represents Bishop Bramhal like St. Christopher: who, though as big as big as ten Porters, sweats under the burden of an Infant. Why then he means your Book: Which though it every where sufficiently discover the Infant; yet the Title above all shows the Child could not so much as speak plain.  
But to be serious▪ Bishop Bramhal (you say) endeavoured to make a Catholic agreement amongst the Churches of Christendom: Why are not you now endeavouring to make every body (if you could) Nonconformists? But it was a most presumptuous thing to think he could persuade and fascinate (are these two all one? then all you persuade are bewitched.) The Roman Church, which by a regular Contexture of Policy hath interwoven itself with the Secular Interest, and made itself necessary to most Princes: and at last erected a Throne of Infallibility over the Conscience. Now I perceive whom I am to speak to. Why, Mon Pere, hath she showed any more Policy than other Princes who have lost half what they had? But she hath made herself necessary to most Princes. You do not mean sure so necessary, that they must let Her serve them in spite of their Teeth.  
But she has erected a Throne of Infallibility over the Conscience: Dost thou take this to be the first of April when (they say) folks send fools of Errands? We have searched the Pope's Person for this Infallibility; but we find him ever and anon ask Placet, or Non placet? of his Conclave of Cardinals. They both give the way to a General Council. Lastly, your Writers say, It is in the Body of the whole Catholic Church. I can liken our Journey to nothing so much as the employment one finds in a Fortune-book: Where the first Chance sends you to the Philosopher Pythagoras; He bids you Go to King Prian, and He to King Pipin; at last you come to the Oracle, and when a man is there, He is told perhaps He shall have two Wives, or else his Wife miscarry of her first Child.  
But because I would be perfectly satisfied before I ventured to deliver my opinion of this; I went to lily, and desired Him if he could, that He would give me some Information. So he told me, there was one indeed that was of such a Stature, such a Complexion, pretty well-spoken, grievous longwinded, and he was indeed a person that was (Bating Errors) infallible. But as for the Alteration which you say you think God hath signified in par● what means he will accomplish it by; it is a sly Insinuation, and the answer consists only in taking notice of it. But the Bishop's project remains still as likely to go on as yours. And whereas you ask if he had hammered the Romanists and Protestants into one Coloss●an Church (that's Quibble round) Now then shall the people do for Bibles? Since the Bishop would not have unqualifyed people read the Scriptures. Why, they might have Bibles of the Douai Translation, which look like Bibles enough to satisfy them, yet are (you know) clean another thing. Again, you bring the Church of Rome to observe our weakness, that we should think of uniting our Neighbours, who can't agree together at home.  
Why, and we (if you will have it) observe Hers too in the same kind ● That she should send her Missions to ●he Indies, China, and the Antipodes, affecting a Government ●ver Nations so remote, that she must direct her Dispatches— To our Dear beloved, etc. In Aethiopia, their Children, or grandchildren, for a Generation or two must die at least before ●he Letter can be delivered. Otherwise as to our own Differences, I'll ●ell you one piece of my mind without your giving me cause: And that is, I confess I think it a simple thing for Frogs and Mice to fall out till there be no Kites. But forsooth, the Ceremonial Controversy amongst us can be defended by no Arguments but what are fetched out of the Pope's Arsenal. We don't desire to defend the Controversy, but to end it. But would the Pope's Arsonal be so kind? Poor Arsenal! 'Tis pity it was not better stored with Arguments against Pillars too, when the French Ambassador was lately used there with so little Ceremony. But thou mak'st the strangest Piece of the Pope, that keeps his Argum●●● in a Castle, and his Artillery in an Inkhorn. Rather than have betray this, the Church of England should have defended themselves with the● old Arguments out of Scripture still, if they would (had I been you) before I would have told them where the● may have better.  
But now we come to that that 〈◊〉 material indeed, and highly necessary I promise you for Statesmen to consider, that is, whether if the Design of Union had gone on, England would not have undertaken a Voyage 〈◊〉 Civita Vecchia? Truly the Bishop was much overseen in not thinking of this▪ for, if the Pope loves Eggs in Musc●●dine so well (as you say) for his morning's Draught, (whose person you shall not find me speak so unreverendly of while he is a Great Prince;) no doubt Rome would presently have turned a Loadstone, and England a piece of Iron, and (lying so commodious for Navigation) if the Alps would not have come hither (as you say is probable) have sailed over them. And happy then would have been for us rather to have been tempted abraod at Wapping, and sold by Good Spirits to St. Christopher's or the Barbadoe's; yet as if Rome's Throne were not infallible, or both sails and reason insufficient for so short a Cut you say, besides the debates of that there is a better way of tampering to bring men over that have a power to conclude. Admit your Tribe have that way, are you such a fool to confess it? You bring a fair suspicion upon whoever obliges you.  
But the Church of Rome has so much more wit than we had in Bishop Br●●hal's days, or seem to have yet learned: Whom do you mean here by We? if you mean yourself, and your Nonconforming Brethren; truly We the King and Church of England have nothing to say against it: and they are beholding to you. But if you mean by We that have not learned more Wit yet, all that are not Non-Conformists: It is a joke upon Tolera●●●● made by yourself, being your grateful return to his Majesty for it.  
But, the Bishop's design was ill laid, though p. 36. (I must make riddance of you, nothing but the same again and again? This is talking upo● Beads rather than Transprosing) it seems He had not the Art of Tampering: Yet, pag. 38. Doubtless he was a good natured Gentleman (your Reason's are better here then those for Bayes' Name) but yet He dwelled in the middle Story with Pots above, and Smoke below, (p. 39) and so could not expect (his Imagination was so good) to enjoy his Imagination, without the Annoyances incident— to Additional Civility, & so forth: On my word this is a shrewd imputation to the Bishop, That He lived in the middle Story. However it seems his Servants had a good time on't, for below were Pipes and Toleration; above were Pots and Toleration. While the worthy Master (like a liv●ng Emblem of the Church he was a Member of, whose sober, yet decent Government, equally recedes from the Clownish Devotions of some who hardly serve God with Civility, and the near Comical Fantasticness of others) sat with honour, but without Pride, calm, and composed, in the middle Story. But what Temper in a Prince, what moderation in Government can ever satisfy People, who (when you have said all) must be protected as well as indulged, and taught as well as listened to, if that which best answers all ends, suits with both Interests, must be scorned, and excepted against, our middle Story? But, I see where the shoe most pinches; The Smoke being below, and the Pots above, we have neither Drink nor Tobacco; and so, can bid a Non Conformist welcome if he should come to our Chamber. You have some reason I confess to be little Zealous for these: For as there is nothing mo●e illustrates the Doctrine of New-Light than a Pipe, so no Arsenal affords mo●● plenty of Arguments, than a For for Liberty.  
You proceed, yet though the Bishop prudently undertook a design which 〈◊〉 hoped not to accomplish in his own days: It was some Judgement however to measure the difficulty of an enterprise. But thou art hoping to accomplish a Uniform inconformity by the mere assistance of impudent modesty: I doubt that will be a pretty while a doing too, wherefore you had better sure have kept to the Pot of good Ale, which so soon can be swallowed; for, 
Hac neque sum usquam, nec possum esse profecto.   
But now, breath a little, here● some variety: He falls upon Bays again; and for what do you think? Not for saying, He had parted with the pleasure of thinking well of Him; calling Him crazed, and undertaking Churchman, saying He dwelled in the middle Story; or, prudently laid a design he hoped not to live to see accomplished: but, for dishonouring and abusing the Bishop,— Where Honour was the furthest from his thoughts, and whom he used for a stalking Horse. I render my Cause (as the Sword men would have it) for fear I should not be credited. He taxes him farther with being severe to the other Reformed Churches: Still, he does not call him Ugly old Woman, nor challenge him of his sin●, being false to his own. Then comes your Pat-applications out of the Rehearsal again, of which there are and will be so many, that the Play will seem rather Transcribed, then Transprosed. Now he calls Bayes the Spiritual Draw-Can-Sir over Hungary, Transilvania, Bohemia, Poland, six Countries more, and many more (he says) besides, and a great part of England too. Of all whose Beards He will make his Comfortable Importance Simarrs. Truly Trans, as to his being Draw-can-Sir; I say, for England what if he be? Hath not your Rome one too for Italy, Spain, France, Purgatory, Germany, etc. that would be so for Hungary, Transylvania, Bohemia, etc. a great part of England, and the rest of it, and all but the Margin of Mercator's Map? yet, I hope not to make Simarrs of then beards. Though, by the way, Friars might do well to leave shaving; if there be any Jealousy, hair is employed to make Comfortable Importances Simarrs: Nay, and then the Women may make themselves Fig-leaves of it too (for aught I know.) Transprose me that.  
As for his being Penitentiary Universal to the other Churches, and Buffoon General to our own: For the first, that would be no Employment in this case, for Conformists don't nee● to Repent, and Nonconformists neve● do: And for Buffoon— I see no reason but we may be permitted to write Transprosal●s as well as yourself.  
But now Ware-hawk! You say the Author took in a couple in Partnership to help him: Why then he's no Draw-can-Sir again. That's some good news for Hungary, Transylvania, Bohemia, Popland, etc. Now I remember me you have often borrowed of the Gazette. You have acknowledged the Debt. Troth being you are come to Condition, send them this Intelligence, and Pay them.  
But these two Assistants (as you represent them) prove (like Loiola in Ignati●s his Conclave, who was indeed the verier Lucifer himself) to be ten times worse Conformists than Bayes, if he had been Draw-can-Sir; (such another slip may un-Bayes him too; look to't.) For, they are as fit for his Design as those two that clubbed with Mahumet to make the Alcoran, and by a perverse wit and Representation might Travesteere the Scripture, and render the serious part (it seems you don't look upon it to be all so) of Religion contemptible. Why, sure you han't denied one another fair Quarter all along Gentlemen, have you? I can't imagine what should provoke, or where He could learn this Language, except he had it out of the Alcoran, or learned it of old joan; nay, then e'en at it I faith; at your Mother you Rogue, y●● Rascal, and let Ursula defend the Rehearsal for me.  
He strikes immediately upon another, and perhaps a worse Shelf: He desires the World to take notice, that he does not mean Hudibras to be one of these that had a hand in M●▪— Book. Now have at you again Trans. If you think the World (but for your Advancement) would think Hudibras had a hand in it, than (for all this Copy of your Countenance) you do think yourself, that it is an Excellent Piece: Or, if you think it a simple on●, the Compliment is worse to Hudibras that way: For why should you think the World would think (had they not your Advertisement) Hudibras had a hand in a simple Book? However you do well to endeavour to satisfy that Author, that (how blunderingly soever you understand your own notions) you intent him no Disrespect; for though he has fallen first upon true blue, you don't know but he may chance to make either Ralpho or Ignatius the Colonel next time, should he be disobliged.  
Your next Expression of a Daw-Divine derides the Faculty (what needs that?) not the person. Can't you call whom you please Sir Roger without calling whoever is a Divine a Sir john Daw? One should make fine work, if as you compare a Divine to a Daw, I should compare the Throne, or Chair of Infallibility to his Nest: But 
Non tali auxilio, nec Defensoribus istis.   
And so, as to such scandalous and dangerous discouse as this, I once more take my leave of you, and bid your Transprosership heartily farewell.  
But the Author writes without a Name or Imprimatur. Of the first you might better have taxed him if you had told him your own: and for the other, I promise you I'll have one now if I can get it. And since you call the Licensers' Toothdrawers, if he that shall happen to oblige me in the case, will give it me as I would have him, instead of Nihil reperio bonis moribus, etc. contrarium, he shall say, 
In sign that this is Sooth.  
I by't it with my Gang tooth.  And that I hope will please you.  
Here follows a whole leaf that belongs to Ursula; & so he brings you to Astrology, & Comets, & says you can't by a Tellescope, but you may with a Microscope see the Author in Heaven-Inn▪ Calvin's head. I never saw any thing so like Doll in her Fit. Certainly the Rabbins and Heathen Greeks are come at last— to teach the people of Great Britain; for these are Stars in story that none see nor look at. Poor Calvin indeed, that can't lie quiet in his grave, but must have somebody in his head, every time that any body has a Maggot in theirs. But now to the Bramble and Lake of Lemane;! did not, nor no man alive I think would have thought, after all this Cracking, that you had caught the Author placing Geneva on the South side of the Lake of Lemane; but that he had said such a thing in some such plain and apparent manner, that no excuse could have been made, no gloss nor interpretation have palliated it: but upon taking more heedful notice: for ought I see you do but quote Sir Thomas again. For all that the Author's words (by you cited) say is, That a Bramble spr●●g up on the South side of the Lake of Lemane,— whose soil was rank, etc. Why must all the place either of calvin's birth, which he may mean by Springing up; or that he ever lived and taught in, needs be the Town of Geneva? You can't prove he was any Parish-child of the place, or bound Apprentice (like some of your Brethren) in it, till he was fit for the Ministry. Now with your Critical people, th●● will exact truth from falsehood, go on▪ Ay but, said they; and Nay but, say we. This was a cold conceit, and not enough matured; that's another itself. At last comes the main argument; Geneva had turned her britch upon him. Why though some men have turned round, you did not find they all sailed to Civita V●cchia: no more does it follow that Geneva (except she skipped over the Lake) must change from North to South, the place of her Relative Situation. Hence however he says a Good Wit might have deduced certain Theses; as first that the Author designed to make Calvin and Geneva ridicule, (that's a dainty word.) Next, that he might have Transprosed his Name, and turned Geneva's to Roaring Lions. Thirdly, that the Presbyterians were spawned. (Gentlemen, take this for a Warning piece; if you are wise look before you, and if you are men disdain the Affront.) Item, that the River Rhesne grew sober, and that there are Bears in Bern.  
Would it not burst any man now to be crammed (like daniel's Idol) with such Pitch and Hair as this? Why certainly thou flingest these Pagan Periods (as I suspected in your fourteen leaves about Bishop Bramhall) ever and anon in our way; out of the same design that the Turks, they say, will sacrifice a Forlorn of twenty or thirty thousand men, merely to blunt the edge of the Christians Swords against they come to the Main Battle. I'll swear it works its effect upon me; for thou hast and shalt scape many an Observation that might easily be made, because I cant dig and delve, nor write Commentaries upon Tom Thumb for my living. To pass therefore more of what you call Mother Midnight's Nuts, the next truebred Period ends with your saying The Author runs a Muck: why then I would advise Bishop Odo, and Bishop Munster, the Bishops of Stratzbourgh & Colloigne, to girt on their swords; and poor Bishop Ʋsher and Bishop Bramhall to get out of the way; for your Bishops are the only people I find in danger when any body runs a Muck.  
But the Crocodile (they say) weeps when a man is slain, though for his own Table; and this tender heart sobs another whole Page for the Credit of Calvin; which (as he says) is attacked by Bays: Then, he laments the Author's own weaknesses, ●nd his being fit for nothing but Bedlam, or H●gsden. Then gives an accounted of his Education, and writes too Verses more out of the Rehearsal, ●ll such pitiful stuff, and so tedious, ●hat I must be excused; for if He ●as any thing that is pretty well said, ●n relation to Coffee houseness, and Discursive fancy, yet all is so ill as it ●elates to judgement that knows when it has done well, and said enough, that I must leave (both here and elsewher.) the burden of the Song to the Reader; and Him to find that it does its own work itself.) After this the Author comes to Town, and gets one that loved Drolling to his Master (if all Masters did so, thou wouldst never get a place.) The Author's Hypochondria, (where's your hat and your leg to Hudibras?) got up into his brain, and His head swelled like— e'en what you please. In this Family he walked amongst the Innocent Hens, bowed toward their p●w, till— He left them as Innocent as he found them; with which Libertinage he was so transported, that (there being much more of the same still) I wish all Fops at old Nick.  
But lycanthropy (I must take notice of that for the pain it cost me.) He says the Author has contracted the Distemper of Lycanthropy; in so much that if there were any sheep here (to wit, in the 68 Page of the Rehearsal Transprosed) you should see him pull, and suck. Now I tell you Auditors, that I have looked in Thomas his Dictionary, & I find Lycanthropy indeed a sort of melancholy humour with which the parties that are affected Howl; but, that they believe themselves Wolves, is more than He knows. And I was the rather induced to misdoubt it, because I suppose Trans does not think himself a Plantanimal; nor for all his repeating and imitating the Rehearsal, really believe himself to be Bays. But to something else: Doctor P. yet again? Well I see I must have t'other Tug at him, for I would willingly show you him in a Telescope, though I can't in a Microscope if I die for't, (He's too big already.) Dr. P. (I say) taxed Dr. H. for having New-fangled Divinity (like yours) but, Created him Doctor of Divinity, or ours. Bayes is an Enemy to Controversial skill, or the Calvinists. Does he call them any where Controversial Fishes? Bays persecuted Germany, taking it to be Mr. B. for which fault, if he should raise up Bishop Bramhal's Ghost, it would be angry (as it had reason) and rebuke him for it (he shows you how) in Rhyme. Then comes, once upon a Time, the Guelves and Gibbelines; which of them were the Nonconformists in those days he can no more determine, than which of us here at home (you see He's none of Us) are now Schismatical: then he says Bays won't forgive Mr. B. nor (for all our Jesting) be Penitentiary Universal. hay ho! Then, he blames him for Preaching upon nothing but that particular Repentance, which it seems he had chosen particularly for his Subject. He speaks of the Name of God with Reverence literally, but implicitly, wholly without it, Baye● is the first Minister that has Commission 〈◊〉 Rail against all Nations; but, take notice it is void, because it never was sealed by St. Thomas. Breeches again: So often fumbling with them? What, art a Tailor? Marry pray— He b●n't worse. Gentlemen, have a care of your Pockets. Let folks fear God, Honour the King, Look to their Chimneys: There's Piety, Remarkable respect for his Majesty, and an End of the wittiest froth of five of his Leaves more. Skip sound, and you come to a huge deal of Sport about I. O. and, the Letters of the Alphabet, Fight through Squadrons of Mutes, Semi-vowels (does any man know what they be?) and Liquids. With these Bays, he says, keeps himself in exercise, as Cats whet their Cla●s against they encounter Rats: He had heard of Elephants whetting their Teeth, but forgetting He is not now talking of Elephants Teeth, he says Cats whet their Claws. They do not, they do not: They only claw the Hangings sometimes to stretch themselves, as I am assured by a Lancashire witch, that was One.  
Now pick what letter you will, etc. but I'll swear I am ashamed to let any body know (when this was the Entertainment) that I stayed longer in the Company. Wherefore, to pass quietly (without noise) as I can by such Dull nuts as Io Poean, The Focus of Burning Glasses, (I meant to jeer, but I see, I need only repeat him;) The Stars smiling, and the Fountains warbling; nay, and Tom Triplet too; 
— Quis enim tam durus ut in Te?   
We come now at last to be told that I. O. (He hath served this whole Campaigne for, betrayed the Enemy's Design to the Rats, and tormented the poor Letters worse than the Arrantest Dunce that ever made Acrostic, Telestick, or Anagram) that I. O. I say (though, like his Cousin Bartholomew, Trans could not pass by any shop, but He must be buying) was not the Person Bayes intended, but the King. Now, it begins to work: His Majesty before his happy and miraculous Restauration. How, if you had begun thus? Scarce had the ruddy Aurora risen from the Bed of the aged Titan, when, etc. But please yourself: Only, I would not willingly be tired at the very beginning of a Speech. Well — Sent over a Declaration of his Indulgence to Tender Consciences; but▪ before the Toleration, which is now passed, came out, Bays put out his Ecclesiastical Policy, in which, the Grand Thesis, upon which He Stakes the Fates of Princes, and Conscience of Subjects (to pass by your fiddle faddles) is This: That, it is absolutely necessary to the Peace and Government of the World, That the Supreme: Magistrate of every Commonwealth should be vested with a power to Govern, and Conduct the Consciences of Subjects in Affairs of Religion. This (say you) being the Magisterial and main Point, the rest of his Assertions may be reckoned as Corollaries, without which it can never be justified.  
First, I confess I never heard before that Corollaries prove the matter that precedes, but that Justifies the Corollaries: He had the notions in his head (jumbled together) about Corollaries, & Postulat's; and either could not find what the thing he meant to speak of was, or if he knew that which was the right name to call it by, because (t'should seem) it was not in His justine. I have been wondering all this while why he said the Author's Preface would serve for a Postscript to the Bishop's book. Now my Dream is out; for I see he understands that a Consequence may Play at leap frog with a Proposition, and that which is a Postulat one may calla Corollary. If this World hold, there's hopes we may baffle the Irrefragable Doctor, and the Master of Subtleties both by and by.  
After some more Citations ou● of the Author Trans says: Having 〈◊〉 enabled the Prince (that is) proved his Assertion by Corollaries, dispensed with Conscience, & fitted up a Moral Religion, (this is all impertinent now to the course of an Argument) he (the Author) shows next how much those moral vert●●● are to be valued; Affirming that it is 〈◊〉 necessary Princes should set up a stricter Go●vernment over men's Consciences & Per●swasions: And that it is less hazardous 〈◊〉 give Liberty to their Vices, then to 〈◊〉 Consciences.  
Why, this shows only how much the want of these Virtues is to be 〈◊〉 valued, not how much they are to 〈◊〉 valued. Thou always provest ●li●d I expected to have heard what they would have given us: and if a 〈◊〉 should have got something by being a Good Subject. Go on; But for what belongs to the use of their Power (I thought you had meant the utility or usefulness of it, Exercise of their power (and be whipped) then)— If Princess will be Resolute, etc. Come, welfare mine Host of the Taberd— Thou dost nought but spend 〈◊〉, I tell thee friend thou shalt no longer rhyme.  
Next, he speaks of well meaning men, who Bays says, may be punished if they do contrary to what they are bid, for all their meaning. In conclusion he citys one Corollary mor● to which the Grand Thesis itself (〈◊〉 says) is subordinate. (There are two kinds of subordination, one in order to Proof, the other, in order to Profit▪ You shall not slink 〈◊〉 from being bold to what is in order to Proof▪ though letting you do so would be in order both ways to you● Pr●●●●▪ The Corollary i●— If Pr●●●s pl●●● a 〈…〉 of the Church, the 〈◊〉 presently T●●ters. I say then Bayes does not lay down this in order to proving (as a Corollary) his Thesis. But all this now (as I told you) is impertinent to the Canvasing that point where he left▪ which is— The Grand Thesis. Only I have traced his long maze of words, and dodging thus punctually (for I never intended to make a business of Him) to see if I could find how the King was glanced at, but perhaps we may come to it by and by. In the interim he concludes once more, this is the syntagm of Bays his Divinity, 〈◊〉 the system of his Policy, the Principles of which confine upon the Territories of Malmsbury.  
You have been at it once before as a Rectory, than I passed it: now look to itself as a Frontier. Thou art the imprudent'st▪ Champion for For●i● jurisdiction or Toleration (choose you which) that ever I knew. Can't you let that Book alone? we should forget if you'd but hold your Tongue, why 'tis the only thing that is as great a Hudibras to your Church, as Hudibras is a Leviathan to the Presbyterians.  
Now comes a great deal of rambling Invective against Bays for endeavouring to Couch his business so, as (by intangling matter of Conscience with the Magistrates Power) no body should dare to meddle with it. Why if he does, that does not concern you, for you are far enough from so much as handling the Question, yet for aught I see.  
We proceed; Bays being fortified (with that Intanglement) on one side, took himself to be impregnable on the other, since His Majesty must needs take it kindly that He gave him such an accession of Territory, and That what? That Bayes showed him He ought to submit to His Instructions, lest by virtue of Page 271. Bays should not think him fit to Govern: For still, this the King must take kindly too, or we can't look that Bays should expect (by virtue of your ●●ference) to be impregnable on both sides; if that which you say is in Pag. 271. be true, which I don't believe, and shall not make a Journey to look. I suppose the Book 〈◊〉 e●●ant for any body that please to satisfy themselves. And so I conclude this, with saying that in respect of any words of His which I observe by you set down in this Book (for your Quotation of p. 271. (contrary to your Custom) recites none.) I see no reason for your saying— The King is the person (in any indecent way) intended by Bays from the beginning.  
Well then we come to what Bays has said, and something we are sure of: That is, the before repeated Thesis, which is a Universal Proposition, and none of them meddle with any particular persons Actions. Therefore it is only to be inqired of such an one whether it be true or no. Under the Title of unlimited Magistrate He undertakes to Examine the Matter.  
And first, he puts off his Cap, and salutes the Company (as Tumblers do before they begin) excusing himself by reason of his private fortune and Education. Truly, we have not seen either over much Learning nor Manners yet, (as to the Education;) and for your Fortune I'll look a little further before I believe 'tis (in earnest) so bad as you make it. But if thou beest a poor Scholar, let's see if there be any hopes of thy coming to aught that's good that way. Thou art Respondent. Bayes argues thus.  Prince's ought not to forgo that Sovereignty which is absolutely necessary to Govern. The Sovereignty over men's Consciences is such. Ergo, 
One would think now He should deny the Minor, and let Bays go on, and (if he did not know his way) lose himself: Or else find some fault (ex vi Formae) in the syllogism: not a bit of either does He: But first starting another Proposition of Bayes', That no Rites or Ceremonies can be esteemed unlawful, unless they tend to Debauch men in their Practice or Conceptions of the Deity: Upon which Trans Infert (that's not thy business still) that if the Other be true, no man is (in Ingenuity) bound to do God that service (which we deny to follow too:) but let that pass.  
To the Grand Argument; which we have made such a Grand do about, and which is or should be the Grand Subject and Conquest of this Grand Book ● instead of Answering He turns Opponent; and praemising that the King has a terrible way of Kicking, and will fling you to the Stable door; that He k●ows all is, but that the Priest may ri●e him (fine Language) though to a Precipice:) Only tells you first, That he is confi●e●t if Bishop Bramhal were alive he would rebuke Bays for it. Secondly, That no Bishop, nor any of their Chaplains would have Licenced his Book without certain Non-Obstantes. Thirdly, That the King (though they be his Right) does not love to hear of concealed Lands. Whoever can find any more, let them take it for the Discovery.  
Now would any one believe that this man had read St. Thomas? Nay, or jack Seton, or Burgersdicius: why he does not know what Arguing is, He does not so much as Confute him with Not. He only Imitates the School Master, that when the Child desired to know what was the English of such a word, asked him who washed his face. Go Bayes, go; what do you Dispute with a Dirty face?  
Now I begin to take him for a Quaker, for as broken & Mystical Logic is a sign of Infallibility, so having none at all, is (in earnest) a sign of a man's private Fortune and Education. Tell him of Modes, Figures and Syllogisms: he has a Toleration for that, and will tell you again, They are all but Forms invented by Aristotle, who may have been some Primate or Metropolitan Bishop (for aught he knows) under Alexander the Great.  
Nay Trans if you leave his Foundation standing thus firm, you may make an Egregious ●lay with the rest of your Whinny-whanneys; but where's the Plot? So e'en go thy ways with thy 
Public Conscience,  
Moral Virtue,  
Debauchery Tolerated,  
Persecution Recommended, and thy mere, mere  
Push-pin Divinity.   
So by this, I think you may guests the Reason why I told you, that though some are presently Transprosed, we can't perceive their ●rand Thesis is (by your turning Oponent) Answered.  
Hang serious Counsel, I'll to the Dance again if there be any more Music. White Aproned Ameril●●! are you ●o near? I must take you out by my ●roth: What's your Dance? The Rehearsal Transprosed. The Blockheads don't know it by that name, Madam. Play the New Fegary. So— But now what make you here▪ Has C●ris●● coverted you to appear against Moral Grace? No forsooth, I came only to oblige Squire Ralph●, and be a witness for the Orthodo●eness of what d'ye call't. Your Servant Madam. 'Tis well though you spoke Italian, for I should never have known you by your White apron: And D'ye hear? have a care you come no more in this Company: They'll make you leave your Santissima Honesta, to talk like Nanna and Pippa; (but I shall not repeat their discourse out of the famous Giornate.)  
But let's see, who have we next? juvenal? No, here's none but two poor Threadbare Verses of his that have been Quotation-worn (I'll count as exact as Trans) 732. times since Montag●● Essays. What's here, a third too?  
— Te facimus Fortuna Deam.  
Why this is worse Rash than them all, besides so Haled in, and so Phlegmatickly applied, that I wonder your Overseers at the the Lake of Lemane did not correct it. Your right Topers now, when a friend begins to flag at the latter end of a day, use to Rouse him up again, and cry— Brother, you are not Merry. What did you write this Strain by yourself all alone?  
But let's see, what's next? Oh he rails at Bays: Rail on, how he Preaches (about Debauchery Tolerated) like— Him that a Monk would be; Ordains Lucan too. Good Doctrine no doubt, and true; but not as recommended as a Consequence to Two and three make five. Ergo, as if I should tell a man (I name no body) He ought not to give ill Language, Jest with Sacred things, talk Ribaldry, and the like, because Bays walked amongst Innocent Hens; and Amarillis her Apron was pure white: Whereas the reason in truth is, because it is Profane, Scurrilous, and Simple.  
His next Head is Persecution Recommended. Here he compares Bays to the Emperor julian, and Bishopsgate-street to Butcher-r●w in such lamentable Threnothriambicks, that you would think Nineve were going to be Destroyed immediately.  
— Quis talia fando,  
Mirmidonum Dolopumve, etc.—  
Temperet a lachrymis?  
But will he eat your Children Trans? What would you give for a Public Tooth drawer now? Or your own, and Mrs. Abigails— For take his 〈…〉 and pluck them out; but let's see, what Joyn● does he begin at?— You hav● seen how he (the A●hor) inveighs against Trading Combinations: Therefore Farmers lay by your Plows, Lawyers Adjourn the Terms, Landlords set Bills on your Shop doors: These are all Trading Combinations, or Trans sees no reason why the Part●es concerned should not Mistake as well as He, and think them so. But that that most Muses me, is this▪ When a man sees a Bill on a Shop dolour, he commonly says This shop is to be Le●s: Now how will it be● a means to destroy Trading, to ●ell people where they may have Shops?  
But it is no I●sting matter he assures us▪ for Bayes has taken a List of all the Fanatic Ministers and their people: Why so Trans, by your leave for all that ● are all the Fanatic Ministers Tradesmen? O●, most every body that goes to Law or to Blow hereafter be judged a Fanatic? Or is it still a jesting matter? or no matter at all: Since for aught I perceive neither you, nor I can very well tell what matter this can any way be to the tother.  
But Bays would expose well meaning Zealot's to the Galleys: That's a horrid thing indeed, to condemn them all for Sforzatoes for only— Poisoning Cardinal Bembo's Cook. For Trans his part He, seems condemned to be transported already: He's roving to Turkey, Malta and Port● Longone to look for Galleys. I suppose (if the Brethren must row) He would find the Quakers a Vessel which may be called the joseph and Mary: but (for his own part) the Santa Teresa, or St. john of jerusalem will serve Him; And if Bays and his partners will make the Galley▪, the King hath already up a Squadron.— It will be singular Obligation to the General of them, and (no less) to his Linsey-woolsey Ciurma, provided He may be called Saint john Ana-Baptist Du Tel. For that will be as good as a What cheer? and gratify all parties; both Father Trans' and john of Leyden's together.  
But I don't like your way of jesting (if it be so) that follows: Where remembering some sort of people (for it is no less) how daring things some of their Persuasion have formerly resolved, you after intimate How easy a thing it were to Deify the Divine after the ancient manner, and no man (you say) be the wiser: Which hint to them you pursue with aggravating Bays his unkindness for them. That He frequently sneer's at them in an Ironical manner: That his Entre-messes must be of their Giblets and their Heads his Handkerchief, and then conclude (as to another purpose) We know your Inclination, and we know your Lodging. I pass by the rest of the the Declamation; for as to Rigour and Cruelty, I have told you Mine, and I presume Mr. Bayes' Abborrency of it already. Now for you so much to distrust the good effects your own Book may produce: Or, however set your Dogs at people (you know some are Heady enough) and get a man assassinated without your own appearing in it, if you can; is such a thing that I am confident your own Party (whoever they be) scorn to owe more than their Liberty to such an Expedient: And I have heard the Person we both pretend to serve, hath refused his Crown itself when it was often offered Him, if he would have permitted such an Action. For my part, I can very hardly forbear running you up here with Terms you'd be as loath to hear, as unable to Disown that you Deserved them. But to something else.  
The next passage in you, is that you tell us this is an Age wherein men cannot well support their Quality without some Accession from the Public. Oh! are you Begging? I thought I should smoke you: Is it come to this in truth?  
Subdola tenduntur crassis mode ●etia Turdis.  
Because you are so good at Translating Verbatim, to show we can match you at that too, take it thus, 
He wanted Food and Linen: So he took  
Toleration for his Seam-stress, and his Cook.   
And then he cries out like King Harry in Shakespeare, My Conscience! My Conscience! He has not the Conscience to see himself want: and 'tis pity he should (while there is any Monoye de Cordelier) He is so Religious.  
There needs little more be said to the rest, the reason why is given already: Only whereas upon the Authors saying, If a pin be pulled out of the Church, etc. and mentioning Push-pin Divinity, you say you will have a care you don't swallow the pin. The pin (it seems) is in the Church: So we'll ease you of that care, by keeping you from Swallowing Her.  
I think I have answered all your Quidlibets; if not, Remember the Thesis, Trans. Now does it come in my head that this would make a Burden for a Song. Your performance deserves richly to be Recorded: 'Tis a Dull thing to be always Transcribing other people's Verses as you do: Troth le's e'en try once what We can do ourselves. Ho! The Wine press. Give me a Glass of Champagne. 
There was a Wight,  
And He was no Knight,  
And he took Pen in hand:  
He writ so well,  
He did excel,  
Most Quakers in the Land.  
He Transprosed Plays,  
And he hoped that Bays  
He could bring to the Roman Danc●.  Now hands all.  
But I pray remember the Thesis, the Thesis,  
Remember the Thesis Trans.  
Is not that very well now? I Ca● I'll be Bays myself now I think on't, and have it sung next time Love in a Nunnery is Acted.  
And now I make account I have done my business, and completely answered your Book: There are not above 200 pages or so left. But after the Memorable Battle of Thesis, there's no body needs take any more notice of any thing you say as pretending to Argue: 'Tis but crying 
— Hus redi, & mecum contende sub illo.   
And therefore henceforth (as it fell out after the Chivy-Chase Engagement) 
Your Logic must rue that is unborn,  
The Bickering of that Day.   
So now we'll go on, only to make an end of Christmas (as they say:) and first, I find you can't forget a Grudging till the cold weather be over, and to show us a man need not be idle when he kept his Chamber, you give us a Punctual account at large of the Rise and Cure of the F. Pox. We don't doubt but you have Conversed with a Chirurgeon. But Mr. Bayes will see you recover well before he venture to follow your Directions.  
But (say you) To resume the former History concerning the Author's Books, He has not been considered, nor got no Preferment (by writing) for his pains, Oh! you would discourage us that way from Patronising this▪ Cause any further if you could, would you? Why Trans I'll tell thee, for my part, whether ever I get any thing or no, I will scorn to beg in Print, and take an occasion when there is none to say, Good people, A Gentleman of your side can't well support his Quality without some Accession from the Public. Then as for the success his Books have: I don't know what success an Argument can have if that be none, that they show themselves forced as cunningly as they can to slip by, who pretend to Answer it. And so I think you do I. O. no great Courtesy neither, in repeating nothing of him but his ask what was become of the old Plea of Ius Divinum? For it is as much as to say, that He did not go about (which in this respect was his Place) To answer neither. I never saw the Gentleman's Book, and so don't determine there is nothing in it more to the purpose he may write for then this Question.  
But Trans, I will say something for thee still, though thou hast not done what thou shouldest, that is, Answered; thou hast done what thou couldst. Thou hast chattered hideously, and spread thy Tail at the Hawk like thine own Magpie. Thou hast mudded (as thou callest it) the matter with Ink like any Sepia; and (like thy Tailor's Wife) thou hast held up thy Thumbs at him in the very Ducking-stool. Thou wantedst nothing but a Good cause, for thou hast sufficiently showed a voluble tongue; and mayest pretend still if thou wilt for me, That her were as good a Gentleman as the best of them if her horse would but go.  
After this he falls to quoting several passages in the Author's books, to show the Author's Principles thwa●● one another. He begins about Magistrate's power. To this I need only keep where I was, and tell you, that if the grand Thesis stand firm whatever Consequences are legitimately deduced from that, are good and true, whatever become of the rest: and that your going about thus to confound us with a deal of stuff that does not belong to the way you should handle the Question, is but like Gipsies tolling us on with a ramble of words, till we have forgot ourselves at last, and then they pick our pockets. However to please you, to your first whole side of Citation, which ends in— Therefore 'tis necessary for the security of Government, to set bounds to its jurisdiction. I answer, it is bounded by being subordinate to the will of God; and so I believe the Author answers too, though you found it not so convenient (I suppose) to continue on your quotation till he came to showing in what manner he explains himself. Now though that does indeed oblige the Magistrate to as tender a conscience (as you say) as any of his Subjects; yet it does not take away the Magistrates power he pleads for, and so you may go Hoop (as you do) and Holla with your rest.  
Now comes Transprosal to be aggrieved that the Author had said, A Prince that sottishly neglects his Security deserved to Perish like Sardanapalus. Whereupon he says, He knows not why a Prince should not be willing to enjoy the Innocent Comforts of this life, as well as do the Common Drudgeries: Truly, nor I neither, nor any Honest man else: But how comes this in upon the Author's naming Sardanapalus? Was Sardanapalus his Sloth and Effeminacy Innocent Comfort? Or would you have every Prince enjoy such as were Sarnadapalus'?  
Thou dost meanly aim now at making some poor and wretched Compliment. Fie for shame, show thus in Print what you would condescend to do (if any body would employ you) rather than a Gentleman should 〈◊〉 from the Public wherewithal to support his Quality!  
But now he must see how matter● stand betwixt the Author and His Answerer, (any thing in the World Trans, but undertaking to Answer yourself may be safe.) Go to then. His Answerer had objected, that Bays had represented all Tradesmen as Seditious. The Author replies, He only supposed some Tradesmen tainted with Seditious Principles: Trans will show He contradicts himself, and having quoted those words cries, Holla Bays in the 49 page, etc. you say, no sort of people are so inclinable to seditious practices as the Trading part of a Nation: Upon which he wisely asks, Is this the same thing now? No▪ sure; but Bays never told you he never talked but one thing all his life.  
But do these two deserve to be brought to confront one another as contraries; or does either confess the Accusation? What should one talk further to a Corollary-maker for? So in his further Quotations about Magistrates power, Inward Conscience, (that's a pure word too; I wonder who inventd throwing away Butter upon basting of fat meat.) Can you tell me where a man may buy a piece of Red Scarlet to make a Coat for his outward back? And the Wednesday Act he seems sometimes to leave out, otherwhile to subjoin words of the Authors, that are not, nor never were intended, as I guess to be Relatives to the matter he citys before; or else he will not, or does not understand how that which he represents for contrary is consistent, as it really is. Here follows but two leaves and a half of most dissolute and groundless Invective, that Railing is the most material part of Bays his Religion, his ●e●son, his Oratory, his Practice, and the ultimate end of all his books▪ For thy part, if this be the way of Triumphing I believe it will be a most scan●al●● thing ere long to get a victory.  
There is nothing in my way that hinders me, and so I may now go on to the Preface to Bishop Bramhall. I believe the Reader has forgot any such thing was ever mentioned. You should have placed your Title-page here. Well, the King puts out his Declaration of Indulgence, March the 15th.— 71. Upon which Bays fell into many war● and glowing Meditations, which occasioned his writing this Preface. First, here Trans brings his Dilemma again. You should have mended it though, or got a new one; for take my word this has a hurt— in the Fiddle. Next, he calls Bays Incendiary, Idle Fellow: (You are a Sh●d, and a Whit, and a very Tim.) Give him no more Ale; he shall not have a drop more. But, what Bays says of His Majesty and the Council (being toward the later end of his Discourse) I am forced to defer that a little, (he defers that which he is not come to) lest there being no method in it, I should be in a perpetual maze, and never know when I am at my journey's end. Marry that's a provident care indeed for a Madman; for thou showest plainly enough, I think, that thou art in a maze already. He continues; And here I cannot altogether escape the mentioning of I. O. again: Is this Going on to the Preface? Dost thou take I. O. to be the Preface to Bishop Bramhall? Prithee tell me in plain words, and other folks too that never read word of any of your writings, when you come to't with your Going on, and say, Hic incipit the Rehearsal Transprosed, or Animadversions upon a late book entitled a Preface, etc. Now must I run, I see, to I. O. and a Garden of Flowers, and never know but that I also am in a 〈◊〉 there, and that I. O. may be a Thief, or a Gardener, or— knows who but— Why this is Lardella's Funeral On then Rabbi Harpocrates. He (the Author) singles I. O. out, and 〈◊〉 pretence runs down all the Non conf●●●ists: This being (as he imagined) the safest way to undermine and blow up 〈◊〉 Majesty's Declaration. If he had run down His Majesty's Declaration, he had undermined and blown up all the No● conformists: but to run down the No● conformists, I suppose is not to undermine or blow up, but to take away the subject of His Majesty's Declaration.  
The next thing in the Garden o● Preface (if they be all one) is, th●● Bayes, you say, undertakes to prove, that Railing is both lawful a●d expedient, Now this you say (but that you make a conscience of doing it) you could prove a sin by Scripture if you would▪ No doubt it requires a great Doctor to do it. But why should you make a conscience (if any holds it lawful to rail) to convince him by Scripture that it is not? Nor is it worth ones while to teach him out of other Authors. What confute him neither way? Why then it seems if he does hold it lawful to rail, he may hold it still if he will for Trans. What art thou doing? or what wouldst thou do? You say you could quote a place out of my Lord Verulam to his confusion; why don't you? It is not that where he distinguishes betwixt Idola Tribus and Idola Specus, is it? If it be, you are much in the right for forbearing; for that would explain to us how, though all your Tribe have a large faculty at mistakes and railing; yet you may have an extraordinary gift that way beyond them all, and a particular cran●y by yourself. Now this comes of your crying I know what I know. Therefore pray next time either tell us down right what you would be at, or else— I ●ad suppose the whole Play.  
But I must shorten a little, and not take notice of every thing, out of tender consideration (by what I now suffer) of the patience and pains of my gentle Reader: Otherwise it would be a shorter Penance to enjoin the reading of the whole Book of Martyrs; then this, of such a one Martyr, as it were an easy thing in every line almost to make of you.  
But now you will take a walk in the Garden, and gather some of Bayes' flowers: I would not advise you to smell on them though, for they are all Roses, and grow upon that that may chance prick your nostrils, mark else. The first you observe, is that Bays says, Several of the Non-conformists themselves, if a Chimney but take fire in the City, are immediately crying jesuits and Firehals: To which you Reply, I understand you, Sir. Why, does Bays suspect you to be a jesuit? I'll assure you I only suspect there is one that may be of that Religion, that is a Coxcomb. I don't desire to reflect upon any Societies of men. It is not just nor civil, and besides foreign to my Matter, and therefore I would not be so understood; but, else the World may distinguish if they please betwixt some of that Order, that deserve esteem upon the true account of their Wit; and others (if you be one) that have nothing to show but a troublesome Industry, and their being indeed— Indefatigable Brambles. So walk on: And next you seem very tender that the people should cry out jesuits and Popish plots upon accidents: and I say too, God forbid that any man (be he of what Religion soever) should be accused wrongfully: But as for any course I see you take to make folks wiser, you had better (in my opinion) have passed this Flower by, but perhaps you could not. But whereas you say next (speaking to the Author) Take heed the Reasons which sparkle in your your Discourse have not set their Chimneys on fire. I must observe, this is something that is darkly said, and seems to intimate more than my Skill dares attempt the explaining.  
After this you say, Socinian Books sell as openly as the Bible. Since you an so well versed amongst the Booksellers, Pray what's the price of an Answer that contains only a Question? What ne'er a word? What time of day is it? Nor that neither. Why, you have not forsworn ever making an Answer to any thing again have you? Thou art just like the fellow, that when he had told the Senate he saw julia ascend to Heaven, Et pro tam bono Nuntio nemo illi credidisset, swore he would never tell any body again for his part, if he saw a man killed in the open Market place. However that honest Gentlemen may not be at a loss; they may please to know, that I never looked after the Rehearsal Transprosed, till I heard it was come to 18 d. again. I find it very dear; but if they please to stay a while, I suppose they may have it ●'r long for 2 d. or 3 d. or a Groat at most.  
The next Flower we come to, is the Termination Ism; Whereupon you take occasion as cunningly as you can under pretence of Rhyming to it, first to show the Church of England is guilty of Schism; and secondly that those who separate from Her are not. You need not have troubled yourself about the former, if your Design be only Toleration and the latter: For the reasons you bring for this stand upon their own Bases, and borrow not their Strength from Her Example of having first separated from Rome. But, Trans, I smell thee as rank as a Fox; otherwise I could have spared taking notice of the Church of Rome. The Pope is a Worthy Prince, and lives in Italy, and long may He live and enjoy his health at Castle Gundolpho, before ever I'll begin to disturb him first: But if Cardinal Chigi covets Bansted Mutton, and Colchester Oysters, and can't be contented with Muscadine and Eggs, but must have Morning's Draughts out of our Herefordshire Red-streak and Kentish Pipins; in this case I must (like Friar john) take up Arms for my Vineyard, and if I catch him there (as sure as his Cap's made of wool) I'll knock him down with a Hop-pole. Therefore pray hence forward let alone my Mistress, for if you come to fooling with Her, I must hedge my Bet, and be revenged (if I can) upon your Wife.  
But to your Arguments, and first to the latter: Your Author Mr. Hales divides his Discourse of Schism (you say) into two main Branches; The Cause of it, and the Occasion of it. The Occasion he again subdivides, but upon the whole upon this Head he asks, Who shall be judge? Now say we) Let that question be asked not only of who gives the occasion of Schism, but of who gives the Cause also; or (if you please) of whether it be a Cause or no. You will perhaps find no body but the Magistrate is proper Judge of either. Now (to do you a Courtesy Trans) if you think this very same answer be not a sufficient reason to warrant our Separation from Rome also, (Reserving still like you, that I know what I know) at this time for shortness sake I will trouble you with no other. And if you had thought good, I might have had your mind in as short a compass as I have told you mine. And so you have indeed (in less than seven leaves) proved (as you say) that Schism rhymes to Ism, and just nothing else.  
Now, for having undergone this grateful Penance (He means done the meritorious Act) of transcribing these Citations, He exults and Cackles like any Hen, that were just come off her Nest after laying; in so affected a Style and nonsensical Phrase, (as Masculine Truth, and Falshood deformed by Ornaments) that his Commendations of Mr. Hales prove more simple, than his Railing at Bays; and the whole Speech worse (if worse can be) then that about Additional Civility: and when he has done (for fear no body should think he could be such a fool) expressly tells us, He was Serious.  
Here follows a fond Expression, which it is easy to apprehend the Prefacer used as repeating words of the Persons whom he answered: Yet Trans could not make less than a whole side of it; but I shall. Next, Welcome poor Macedo: What the joke of that is I don't know.  
Next he undertakes the Patronage of I. O. whose Quarrel (but a few leaves since) he said He Interested himself no more in then, if He were John a Nokes, and railed at by John a Styles. The meaning was (it seems) He cares not for him as of any Religion; but for him or any body else that will but oppose the Church of England. Now will I neck thee here, Trans, worse than any where in all my Book: For thy business is only to Foment our unhappy Differences; and I won't speak one word neither against I. O. nor to that Controversy.  
How simply do you next sneer at such things for Flowers as are printed in Books in distinct Characters? Is not your own Book full of them? A man is put to a hard shift for a conceit, if for having it He must Jeer himself: Then you pursue, (for you always run on upon any scent) and bring in, telling us the advantages Booksellers may set out Books withal, as fine paper, large fair Letter, Calf's Leather Covers, etc. Though this (as it happens) is the only useful thing your Book teaches; being very necessary Information for us young Authors, and so truly I thank you Lovingly, and I'll take a Copy of this. But the word he now finds thus marked in the Preface is Categoricalness. Ism (it seems) is lost, but there's another Rattle for the Child like Sheerness, Dongioness, Innerness, and Cathness: So he falls a Playing with Ness. Now for all your witty Conceit, this does but come from the Nesses, Tudes and Ty's of Malmsbury (Odi Imitatores) which have this difference: That they were first His own, secondly New, thirdly Brief. But yours are— another Nation of Tartarians, as you may see in my Cutter of Colemanstreet Transprosed Pag. the 84th. just at this place.  
But in pursuance: Bays having translated Peace, Gal. 5, etc. into Peaceableness, etc. He asks which of the Systematical, Germane, Geneva, Orthodox Divines (Do you understand him beloved, you that are his Brethren? You see he distinguishes you all from the Orthodox) nay of the Sober (here I'm sure he held his Handkerchief before his face to hide his laughing) Intelligent, Episcopal Divines could not (how simple soever you are all) have taught him better than such Forgery or Ignorance as this? The reason is plain, for we shall but be laid by the heels if we don't keep the Peace; but to require Peaceableness of us, is to exact our being really good and worthy men; and that's worse than a Penal Law.  
Here he takes an occasion from the Day of judgement's having been mentioned betwixt I. O. and the Prefacer, (in which was no occasion to do thus) to talk himself very lightly of it: Ironically citys Proofs of it out of what he calls the Fanatical Book of Martyrs, and the Scotch History. This Discourse takes up two leaves in him; but I shall prosecute it no further.  
Then he comes to Point of Honour, and treats nicely (taking no notice whom he imitates) of the Lu. More Quotations out of the Rehearsal; 
— They fly, they fly,  
Who first did give the lie.  Truly you are mistaken, thy are only gone to dinner.  
Next we come to Symbolicalness; which you tax the Author for having described in several extravagant fashions: I know not with what Fidelity you have either collected, or do present them to us. I confess I am no Approver of swelling nor harsh expressions: But whereas you say this Symbolicalness is a flower, nay a flower of the Sun, made at the Cock or Nagshead; I say 'tis pity neither of those houses had the Sun for their Sign, that you might have been i'th' right▪ But having not, I can see little but that if it be a flower of the Sun, it is the strangest of the kind that ever the Sun saw, for it grows upon a mere imaginary or no ground at all.  
But Mr. Bayes, or Mr. Thunder, or Mr. Cartwright; why Mr. Trans, or Mr. Toleration, or Mr. Guy Faux, he is not ashamed to be called Player by him that calls Preaching Playing his part: and if you call him as many Names as Philippus, Aureolus, Theophrastus, Paracelsus, Bombast of Hohenheim, he will be still ready to make an answer to Satan, Lucifer, Belzebub, Leviathan, Abaddon.  
Well, we have now seen the last flower, and so here's an end of the Garden I think; we'll suppose it at least, De bene esse. The next thing thou tellest us is, that thou hast laboured and moiled like any poor Philistin in binding up this Samson with his own words, as fast (you say) as such a Proteus could be pinioned. It seems than you begin to perceive he's loose again already. He is so; but the reason (you Goose) is, not because he is Proteus, but because your Cords were slight ones, and the Knots slipped. You should have cut off his Beard, and have made a Simarr of it, and then you had had him sure. Well, but Trans fain would do something though; and let Bays make more or less of it if he can. Why you have been defying him all this while, have you not? Are you resolved now you can fend no longer, nor prove no longer, nor bind no longer, to threaten him still as you are running away, and part like Borgio: 
Backward on Goltho many a look he cast,  
And through his eyes his sparkling anger flamed.   
'Tis true no man can hinder you from knowing what you know, and talking to yourself however. Well, Your business, Abel? Princes have always found the Government over Conscience unsafe and unpracticable. Oh, are you come? Their Right to such a Government stands firm then after all. Then Trans, as for the unsafeness of it, if uncontrollable liberty prove safe, All's well. But as for its unpracticableness, I beg your pardon for that. Would His Majesty would please to command me any harder matter; if I did not do it, I'd ne'er answer Transprosal more.  
This next leaf belongs to Ursula, Moll Gifford, and the Father of Lies; let them e'en agree together about sharing it amongst them.  
The Miscellany ends in your saving, Bayes' design was so much too hard for a man, that it would have giddied any Goose. I never heard so much said for the C●●dit of Geese, before: Are Geese brains so much better settled then, then ours?  
Let me ask you one question more if you please, for this seems to hint something above common observation. Do you every time you find a knotty place, that is more difficult than ordinary in Bayes' Preface, repair to some Goose or other to help you answer it? It was proper, and natural I confess, to associate with Geese when you were at the Lake of Lemane, and I suspected nothing then because of the place. And it did not methought look so much like advising or consulting, but only like paddling in a Dish of Tea, or over a Cup of Coffee together: But is it not rather to prepare an excuse for yourself against you have occasion, that you make this Comparison? by which you may make a Grand Thesis for yourself too, to wit, That a Goose is the ablest man. From whence you may deduce Corollaries at pleasure, and (if any body excepts against what you say) prove 'tis irrefragable, and all perfect Transprosal; because no Goose could have done it better. Nay then I'll help you a little, but it must be by a Quibble: You know I have one with you; you owe me Colossian Church: So now take one of mine, and then haply we may continue to trade on by Bill of Exchange hereafter. Why the business is, I think, You say nothing to the Prefacer worth a rush; besides, your book has a puzzling Title: therefore now you have proved a Goose is the wisest and most solid thing, I would have you talk no more of a Rehearsal Transprosed, or go to oppose Animadversions to a late Book, etc. but an Answer, 
Since though she but hiss, and we can't understand her;  
Yet still you'll have gi'n him a Goose for his Gander.   
If this (strictly speaking) be no Quibble, but a Pun now; excuse me, for you understand these things better than I: but I am sure it's no Corollary.  
Now we will pass to the Point you pretend to be most Zealous for, you 〈◊〉 pag. 209. That some of the Nonconformists under the name of symbolical Ceremonies, dispute the Lawfulness of those which are by our Church enjoined; whereby (now mark) say you) They can only intend that these Ceremonies are so applied, as if they were of a Sacramental Nature and Institution; and that therefore they are unlawful. You add further, that the Author's Answerer (handling this Place) makes use of a Pertinent passage in St. Austin; Signa, cum ad res divinas pertinent, Sacramenta vocantur. I don't intend to meddle with any body but yourself, for I will not make more holes than I mend: (Possibly the other Nonconformists and we may come to agree kindly together for all this.) But Trans my Foe is thyself; whom you see I shrewdly suspect to care for neither of us. So then, that which I am going to reply to is, your commending that passage in St. Austin as Pertinent to the precedent Matter. Take notice you have first said, The Nonconformists can only intend our Ceremonies are so applied as if they were of a Sacramental nature: What you mean by Applied, you explain where you say, This is it they complain of, that they are imposed upon them with so high a Penalty, etc. and by your Conclusion; But here I say is their main Exception, that things Indifferent, etc. should be made (by reason of equal Penalty with neglect of Sacraments) necessary conditions of Church Communion. So that all the Nonconformists (in your understanding) go about to prove, is only the unreasonableness or unlawfulness of the Penalty. And you yourself acknowledge that our Ceremonies are Indifferent things. Now if after all you commend this Text as in order to its proving our Ceremonies to be Sacraments: You give yourself the, what is't? Oh,— The word no flesh can bear. But if you commend it as pertinent to prove the Penalty unlawful, you talk nonsense, for it does not at all concern Matter of Penalty; and so it is neither way a Pertinent, but an Impertinent passage; and you might as well have commended the Pertinency of the Cover of St. Augustine's Book. But your aim (I see every where) is but to keep up the jangle amongst us as long as you can, and (it seems) we are not a little distracted already: For there are two Books (whilst I am now writing) come out against you; and the second finds fault with the first: And if there be e'er an addle Headed fellow to follow this, ten to one but he picks one hole or another in us all Three; but men of sense sure will have more Wit, and if they do write, mind their Business. I am come now where the Quotation I meet is certainly one of the Sor●es Virgilianae you speak of, for your own self: 
— Cum Tot sustineas, & tanta Negotia solus;  for thou seest I leave all (and will) upon thy own back. But I must take notice now of your Apologizing here (as several times you have done before) for your so often speaking Latin. You being now (forsooth) e'en hardened in it. I must tell you I have sometimes heard men ta●k Latin Pedantically, but you excuse yours so affectedly, that I must say you are the first that ever I saw Pedantically decline speaking it. If your Latin Citations are pertinent, they need not be excused; if they are not, they can't be. So pray trouble us no more like my Lady would be, with— My breeding hath not been so course— To offend with Pertinacy, (we do believe it)— You may believe it, etc. for Latin or no Latin you're like to get but little here; besides, The Plot stands still, and the Grand Thesis is all this while you are Courtesying, taking its pleasure near Lambeth in a Gundalo.  
This ramble of yours ends in the Author's knowing it is not always safe nor Honourable to be of a Father's Opinion. You don't mean to bring your Proofs out of St. Thomas, or St Austin do you?  
I shall not speak a word (ex professo) about their Controversy, who affect in their Worship a simplicity free from all External Circumstances, but such as are Natural or Customary; which I am now come to, 
Nempe superba manet Babylon spolianda Trophies.   
If you can find any thing formerly said that touches them, either by Implication or Consequence, much good do you: And so you may take me for one of them myself if you please, I am sure you are not that say, they foul St. Austin with their Thumbs, etc. And so I skip both good, bad, and indifferent from this place to your Citation out of Bishop Bramhal; whose Ashes (by your leave) shall not be Consecrated in the Form you do it: As if That which he saw in matter of Doctrine, he would not see in matter of Discipline: No certainly, nor He could not, except his Name had been Cinna; 
— Quod non est Cinna videre potest.   
At last, you wish the Author may not prove An accursed Bay Tree: And He wishes that you may not turn to a Huge Elephant, but— I hope there's no danger.  
You are deadly sly in your next Paragraph 〈◊〉 Our Church (you say) does piously declare, that Kneeling at the Lords Supper is not for Adoration of those Elements; and so of the other Ceremonies, etc. But the Romanists (this is your Roman Emp●re too, Trans, that comes in as often as you well cau) fr●m whence we have them (who have Wine from the Canaries, and Plums from Z●●t) and who said of old, we would come to feed of their meat, as well as eat of their Porridge, (Oh! This is the Alteration belike, that you like a Minor Prophet under them, said, You think God has signified by what means he will effect) do offer us here many a fair distinction and Declaration in very weighty matters: To which nevertheless the Conscience of our Church hath not complied. And thus on. Now I think it is plain enough whose cause you are Pleading, but I will not bind you in such cords as you bound the Prefacer: for I see well enough what hole you will slip out at, if I should charge you here too home. You will but cry like Falstaff, (when the Prince asked him if he had said he was a Sneak-Cup). Did I Bardol? You can't deny, but you will own nothing. Wherefore passing the rest of your Good morrow's (which are as many as you could tell how to sum up) I come to the end, where you innocently conclude; Which things I do thus sparingly set down, only to show the Danger of Inventive Piety.  
Why truly, Trans, and I will be very civil to you, and (since you say that's your sole reason) I will not deny it. But then I expect you should be so civil to me as to acknowledge that I (neither) do not present, and hint these things as absolutely concluding that you are neither Roman Catholic, or jesuit, or Design Popery; but only to show the danger there may possibly be, of being wheedled and overreached, and cheated under many a man's pretending to be Conscientious, only against Cruelty, and for a Brotherly and Christian Tenderness to one another.  
To your long business about the Clause to the Wednesday Act, and its binding the Conscience or no, I answer, it does not bind as God's immediate commands do, but it does as He commands us to obey the Magistrate, who hath power to enjoin it.  
But I find myself run into a World of Seriousness; who (as I am a Virgin) never intended at first to meddle with any thing of you but that which thou wouldst have us take to be Wit: But when I find you come to forget: Play with me, but hurt me not: jest with me, but shame me not. You see what a troublesome Alteration you have brought upon the Company: You might have writ Plays, Governed the Coffeehouse, drunk your Glass of Wine; nay, more too, and I had ne'er contradicted you: But if you must needs talk of Conscience, cry Conformists have Bull's-heads, and Nonconformists Dirty Thumbs, and tyre a body's heart out with a Bramble, and the Lake of Lemane: Why 'tis as bad as giving us the Que ditez vous? And I must cry then, Brother George hold my Band; and At you, if you were as big as Paul's Steeple.  
Now I begin to grow sick again, for I am looking to see what's next in thy book. Well, I will not put myself out of humour any more, if troppo imperfetta natura can possibly bear it. Mr. Bays his Hiccough: Well said; hast thou any skill in that? I cannot tell certainly, though I have a shrewd guess what is the cause of it: He'll poison him by Heaven. You are just as good a Doctor as the Farrier turned Physician. Why, is the Circulation of the Hypochondria into the Brain, the usus partium of Mr. Hales' clear head, and prepared breast, and the Receptacle of Grace or Conscience in the Anatomical Dissection, come to this? Must he be put in a pit-hole, & have his Ashes consecrated, & all for the Hiccough? Where's the Nostrum you kept so close in my L. Bacon? ne'er a miracle ex vita Sancti Patricii, or Pallas to turn him into a Banques, (smelling to Bread cures sneezing) to help the Hiccough? See, see, good now: May be Spirit of Symbolicalness, or Assa foetida, may bring him again. No remedy? Well, I'll besworn you killed him: He could never have died of this, but that you broke his heart with answering his Thesis. But since he is gone, Farewell, poor Mac●d●. Let's see what he has left behind him— This is the Tap-lash of what he said page 110. How? Sure you mistake: Every body gives Burned wine at Funerals.— When the Civil Magistrate takes upon him to determine any particular Forms, etc. What dost thou tell me (like Mosca)— Turkey Carpets nine, is pag. 108. pag. 441. pag. 461. and pag. 462. a true Inventory? Why, here's nothing bequeathed but the dominion over the significations of ●●ds, and the King is sole Executor. ●ome, Trans, the truth of it is, He does but make fools of us both all this while; and I pity thee most, because thou dost not understand it. Does not the King go in Masquerade sometimes? and is not he then a Turk, or a Spaniard, or Bishop Bramball, or what he please? Well, now is it not a great deal more to change a man, then to change a word? Very well then: why now this is the main thing, etc. and that which Bays (on his part too) principally insists upon, that because Masquerade is in fashion in Winter, therefore our Ceremonies are not Symbolical; and therefore never beat your brains about it: Let Henry the Fourth and Augustus Caesar alone; for this is a plain Dilemma, (and say that I told you) that ne'er a Popish Independent nor Systematical jesuit of them both can answer. You may think upon it; but so much at present for the Universal language.  
But when he was drawn thus low, did he not think you stand in need of Tilting? A while since your Style was, This is the taplash of, etc. and that the Blue john of Asher; (for the King's unhoopable-ness, perhaps the Subject might fairly lead a man to the conceit (without his having ever been a Butler, or something near it) if not the expression.) Now you are at drawn low and tilting: and in all these places it is the very matter of your Fancy and Invention. The like vulgar way of conceit I observe about Breeches, and Sine cure, and several other places. Well, upon all this whatever you are now, I'm sure you give one cause to suspect, you have had formerly but really some private Fortune and Education. But still, what manner of wit is there in this? Bays had said the King may define the significations of words: You say, When he was drawn thus low, etc. How low? You and any body may see his Argument is so good, that you dare not so much as cast an eye toward opposing it in carn●st You pour indeed a flood of words upon it; but they have no more life in them all then so much Tap-lash, or (as I should say) then Dead Beer. But He had better have laid by these Argumentations, and imitated the Deacon, etc. Why, you had better have let the Argumentation alone, except you could have refuted it better, and not be altogether Contemptor famae, and thrust yourself in at every place that is not teneable. Just like that infortunate Son as Labienus; 
— Nunquam Roma fortuna sine i●●o Succubuit.   
But the Deacon (you say) had been much more to the purpose then that beaten Text, Let all things be done decently and in order. Was this the Text he deserved Tilting for bringing? Bring you but as good a one, and let them call it Tilting, or Broaching, you will not fear but it will give those their bellyful that go about to swallow it. Therefore pray call it no more beaten Text, for it is a beating Text, and that every body can see plain enough so long as they are sober.  
He comes next to— Ratio ultima Cleri; and makes a very pathetical Speech against Whipping: and if there had been any Isms or Nesses belonging to it, he had done it (I suppose) in Rhyme, and as well as Tom Triplet himself. Prithee who defends this Military part of Religion? Quis unquam Herculem vituper avit? Who is Busbys Scholar that rails against his Master now? But there are men of a fiery nature, which I know not very well, or perhaps I do know, (and perhaps you don't know; for we will have it if the last word stands) that are sometimes preferred, and come to the Title of Your Grace: Why, what an Hebrew jew art thou to rail all this while against the King's giving us the Significations of words, and comest now thyself to tell us, that that signifies in Latin Vestra Clementia? Therefore leave your prating about a Discerning Prince, for He knows what's Latin for Your Grace without your telling him. But the softness of the University, the gentleness of Christianity, the Fountain's warbling at Rosamond's Well, and The Winds whispering (since he was born) at Shot-over, and The Universal Bridal of Nature (in which he was Nurtured;) should have softened him. Ponite ante oculos: I do not ask only (Harry) where thou spendest thy time, but also in what Company? For though the Camomile, etc. well: 
Cedite Romani Scriptores, cedite Graii.  for my part, He hath absolutely melted my heart, and I could e'en weep at so Uncomfortable an Importance, like Sir Roger, for hard Abigail, or Mr. Tall boy for Mrs. Bridget.  
And you Mr. Bayes, had you lived in the days of Augustus Caesar: (what if he had lived in the days of Augustus Caesar, He would not have been an old man by this time, would He?) Would not you have made an Excellent Privy Counsellor? Is that it? Troth Trans this is a point indeed I never knew before: Would I had lived then too myself, if people for living in Augustus Caesar's days, must needs be Privy Counsellor's. But Henry the Fourth took other measures of Government, and accordingly it succeeded with him. (I doubt you forget yourself here Trans) and His Majesty (in probability) will not be so forward to hearken to Bays his advice, as to follow their Example: How? Follow Henry the Fourth his Example? I am no Lawyer to know what it is, or else I should here cry out Treason.  
But Kings have a shrewd understanding, and so do not think fit to require any thing of their Subjects that is impossible; (Marry that's a shrewd sign of a shrewd understanding, to think nothing fit that is impossible) and are fain upon all occasions to give the people good words, (would you would learn that Quality.) They observe how the Parliament of Poland will be their King's Tailor; (but they I have much ado to take measure of an unlimited Magistrate.) But though a certain Queen sat down naked upon the Snow, Kings do not approve the Example: (No sure, a bottle of Wine in Ice is better behalf.) And you now Mr. Bayes will think these and a hundred more which I could tell you, (what a deal of rif-raf is in thy poor Noddle?) idle Stories; and yet Kings can tell how to make use of 'em. Why then you are no good Subject that you don't tell 'em all: The King ought to be informed of all that conduces to Public Good.  
And hence it is, that in stead of assuming your unhoopable jurisdiction: (Why, is all the difference betwixt Kings and their Subjects that they are Tun's of Heidelberg, and these but Vinegar barrels?) the greater their Fortune is, they are content to use the less Extravagancy. Oh horrible! Did you ever hear the like To conclude all this Categorical, Mechanical, Political, Apodictical Speech with intimating, That Kings are a Company of Extravagant men, only The greater their power is, they are content to use (forsooth) the less Extravagancy.  
The next Peroration says, that the Pope grants the weak a Dispensation from Lent and Fasting-days; Ay, and many a thing that strikes deeper in his Religion. And would you have us do as the Pope does? You know we have our Ceremonies from the Romanists, be careful what you do. You are damned without remedy if you conform to them.  
But here comes the pleasantest thing certainly that ever was penned: He says, It would almost Tempt a Prince that is Curious, & pretty well settled, to try (for Experiment) whether the pulling one of these Pins out of the Church would make the State Totter or no. I will not say when our Saviour was Tempted to fall down and Worship upon promise of all the Kingdoms in the World, it had been a good Experiment to have tried and seen whether the Promiser would have been as good as his word. But I am sure it would bring little Credit to Philosophers, if because some Physicians affirm, that a person executed may be recovered to life again, so he bened quite cold; I say if any Virtuoso should Hang himself to Try. But if you are for these kind of Experiments in earnest Trans, I wish you may never have a worse Doctor afterwards, than he that cured the Hiccough.  
But Mr. Bayes, there is more in it; 'tis matter of conscience: Well remembered; and in troth this conscience I feared I should have heard no more on't, for we have not had it in our thought methinks a great while. Why the argument for condescension to Conscience is a fortiori: If the King never minds what T— says; and Lords keep off their very Hats but to save a new Periwig; Will the Clergy only, & c? I tell thee they will, they will, Trans; and therefore thou hadst as good put up thy Pipes, and say nothing to them.  
But, I say Princes (so far as I can take the height of things so far above me) why, thou canst not; they are Objects neither for a Telescope nor Microscope must needs have other thoughts: Why, and they may have the same too for all the Euclid you pretend to. Yet now he comes to tell us what they think; That God might have given them other kind of cattle for their Subjects▪ and have made them Supreme Graziers. Supreme Grazier (by the way) Friend is Nonsense; for a Grazier is not a Grazier of Graziers, nor a Shepherd a Shepherd of Shepherds: w●ll, but what do Kings think? (I'll be a Turk for once, and expect Revelations from a man that's mad.) That in case their Subjects had been all Beasts, the laziness of that Brutal Magistracy might have been more secure. First, questionless no King in the world ever had so Roving a Head as to Philosophise upon this Notion. And secondly, to think that one Man amongst a whole Country of Beasts, wild and tame, should be more secure for being lazy. I'll be a Christian again, for I can't believe it.  
But I am come now to the ingeniousest Argument for Toleration in all thy book; The Body is in the power of the Mind, so that corporal punishments do never reach the Offender, but the Innocent suffers for the guilty. This is a kind of Transprosal of the Ballad of the Colchester Quaker, where 
Lay what you can  
Of Brother Green's outward man,  
The Saint is uninfected.  Why in this case (because I confess I can't answer it) I'll e'en slink a t'other side the Hedge once like you, and oppose thus; Anima cujusque est quisq●●. Now if Bays only falls upon your bones, he may claw you and taw you, and rub you and sub you, till heart ache, and you can't complain he's either of a fiery nature, or for sanguinary councils, or that he so much as ever touched you; and so you may take the— Non quod odio habeam, sed quod amem, (at any time) with a Spartan Resolution.  
But now to Case of conscience again. You say the Non conformists say, that they are bound in conscience to act as far as they can; and for the rest; to suffer to the utmost. You add presently, They mean honestly: and on my word 'tis well you do so; for these words in termini● may mean any thing. But Kings have Royal Understandings, and gentlemen's Memories: No doubt of it; and may they long be preserved, I say, and neither of them ever destroy the other.  
Next comes a wise Descant upon Queen Elizabeth's days, and a long Citation out of Bishop Parker. Thou hadst better have left out some of it, and told us what my Lord Bacon said: There had been a great deal less tedeousness in a little of one and a little of t'other; and how little soever that could have proved, I dare say, they would have been both equally to the purpose.  
But now, beware the Application; These words do run so directly against the Genius of some m●n: Ay, of all that love short and sweet, etc. Here he does relate how the Church of Rome brought in by Degrees innumerable burdensome, and useless Ceremonies; (to do him right) he seems to tax Her for it; but for all this, for my part, Mulieri ne credas, ne mortu● quidem. So he very gravely cried, The Engish Clergy have been the most eminent for Divinity and Piety since the Reformation; yet otherwise he laughs both at that and them, and says Printing has brought more mischief to Discipline, than all their Doctrine can make a mends for, etc. But let me keep on in humour: ('Tis having a care of myself, I am troubled with the Spleen.) Bays he says has got the Philosopher's Stone for Railing: Well, if there be one Philosopher's Stone for Gold, and another for Railing, would I had them both. But he has taken all the Posts of Railing: The Posts of Railing? Why, he never confuted you with a Cudgel, did he? but he has bought up all the Ammunition of Railing, and searched every Corner of the Bible and Don Quixot for Powder. The Profanest wretch alive would but have said, he had raked Hell and skimed the Devil for it. But to make the Bible a Magazine of the the same Ammunition with Don Quixot, can evince nothing in the Earth, but your ●●ld pretensions, and show the World (as you say) There's more in't, 'tis matter of Conscience that you write for.  
I am come now to your handling Bays his Growds for Fears and jealousies, or (which it seems you less start at) his likelihood or danger of the Return of Popery. Though you have been bountiful, and given Bays three Names, I see you are clearly for taking away these four words. Thou art in as sad a case about Popery, as the King and no King: if those words Brother and Sister were but away, you two might make a Match. I won't much meddle with disturbing your Nuptials; but let's see what Sport shall we have at the Weddings — Un sinister Accident; That's Ominious, and a Couple of smutty French Verses upon it: Is this your b●est Epithalmium? I doubt that may be as Ominous too; for since you will have them Translated, I think they may be properer (than your way) done thus: 
Un sinistra accident, Un Accident sinister.  
That she should prove a Wench, a Nonconformist calls a Sister.  Good morrow, Mr. Bridegroom, Good morrow.  
But no sooner Married, but presently grows jealous; but of what think you? Why lest any body should think Popery is designed indeed, whereupon he falls to taking a World of pains to clear the Point. Take heed; our Granam's— had a notable saying, That jealousy is a sign of Love. And there was one told me, that when Epiectetus lined his Gown with Fox-skin, He charged the Tailor not to let so much as one hair of it be seen on the outside, for that (quoth he) would spoil all.  
But you used to haunt the Ordinary: Come away then, a Merry Tale is worth all: You used to haunt the Ordinary, and you played at Picquet— Pieces. ('Twas done like a Gentleman; and I think it very material that you omitted not to inform us thus particularly.) A Gentleman of the Robe used to go something with you, and looked in your hand. In fine, you lost your Money; and so you imagine He gave the Sign. To see what a case you were in when you had lost your Money! You suspected your friends when you had none near you. Now do I believe rather the Gentleman was your friend; and only looked in your hand (as we do) to see if you did not Oversee, and Play a Knave when you should Play a King. However would you forsake the Church for this? You should rather have forsaken the Ordinary; for 'tis a senseless thing for being angry with the Royal Game of Picquet, to turn Nonconformist, and Play at Knave out of Doors.  
But there was one that robbed folks near Hampton Court in a Bishops Habit. Prethee Trans: 
— N'a il pas a Paris des Filoux  
Et de Mine, & de Taille aussi bonne que vous?   
Can the Clergy help that? or wouldst thou have us all strip ourselves naked, and sit down in the Snow, lest if we wear any clothes Thiefs should learn what Habits to Rob in?  
Next comes a long Story of Dr. Sibthorp, not a word to the purpose; for Bays his Doctrine (if you would please to understand it) is not the same with His, nor Manwaring neither. But thou art more refractory than D●me Pliant, that would not understand the Count when he spoke Spanish; and if I could speak any, I would tell you so in Spanish; Carvous non vogliate entendre plano Anglese.  
Then follows a matter of Eleven leaves more about mere Ragione del non Stat●. How shall I do to crowd in all into five lines? or rather, how shall I do to finish five good ones out on't? Here's Ammunition good store if you talk of Ammunition: But 'tis all of Rusty Murrious, old Bow's and Targets. His late Majesty (he says) though a Prince of Exquisite understanding) enjoyed but an Imaginary absolute Government, and but by the Bishop's Assignment neither. Here 
No body was importunate, but the Author was Courteous.   
The present Clergymen have had (some of them) Private Meetings (he knows not whether in Grubstreet or no) with the Divines of the other Party, promising to lay by all Animosities (you must suppose they went in Coaches then, for he told you before, these were the men that would never step one step, but to run things up to Extremity's.) Yet after, (to show how Inveterate a thing those endeavours of Reconcilement, were he says, His Majesty gave commission under the Great Seal for a Conference betwixt the two parties, to prepare things for an Accommodation: I have much ado to restrain Troppo imperfetta natura, and canvas no further this Speech of Sc●●o of Mantua. What does not he sc●ap● up? Commends none for being in the Right upon a Debate, but blames all when any are in the wrong. Cries they preferred Manwaring for giving the King all: after accuses them for the persons that constantly obstruct the King's Parliamentary Supplies. I am weary on't: Let's see, I hope our sport is not at at an end; I'd feign have a little more of tother. Well, I know a Lady that would not have her Lackey chi●d for Swearing, because she said it showed courage, and his acknowledgement of a Deity. By such a way as this Bays vindicates himself, and shows he is no Atheist. Puh; this is no Jest:: this is Abomination. I know a Lady shall dispute the business with you and your Lady too, and that's Madam Ursula.  
But thou art grown very dull, Trans, (I observe) of late; thou hast not met the Parson again since at the Ordinary, hast thou? There was a jovial joiner, that haunted the Comb-makers, (and sure you two could not but know one another) that when he had lost 30 or 40 pounds, would have light a man home at midnight as merrily for 3 pence, as if he had won both Chaplain, Preface, and all the Books in England. Bear up, Man; I'll speak to Mr. Dreyden, and he shall help thee to a Comrade that's an Artist against the next time; and you two shall— Top upon 'em.  
Or is it upon any other score that thou art thus down? Why if there be Fears and jealousies of Popery, there's nobody will take thee for Bellarmine. Bayes distinguishes (you know) betwixt the Wealth and the Fanatic; and so he'll do too betwixt the Wit and the Papist: and if there be never so many Penal Acts, there's nobody will meddle with Paul the simple. Besides, who can accuse you for either Preacher or Disputant? The most they can make of thee is but a Nuntio; for thou dost indeed mentiri pro patria sufficiently. But, still that Quality is Sacred; and therefore do you but only (as they say at N●●ga●e) Plead you Rogue as I bid you, and I warrant thee come off jure gentium.  
Wherefore, since we are now so near, let's pass Rubicon merrily: for though Moses dissuaded Caesar, yet He does not hinder any of us: and if it were the Hellespont, I hope one might go drink a Pot with Parthenope after so long a Journey.  
Well, I have looked to the End, & see it's in vain to spur, for thou art quite tired, and settest (in a kind of a hard Trot) to give us solemnly the Reasons that occasioned thy Writing. Why Trans you must know that we take ourselves to have very good reason to suspect that you writ this Book, but one Reason, and that is, for a Reason that was Given you. For it seems to me (thou goest on so lumpishly every where) that thou were't merely dragged to't, after a much wiser man (as I am informed) had refused the Employment. But Madam D' Olonne could not refuse Paget when his Letter argued from so undeniable a Maxim as 2000 Pistols; and so you condescended at last to talk of Kings and Princes, notwithstanding your private Fortune and Education, and Your Thoughts (as well as Bays his) resolved which way to work themselves, when you saw Arguments produced for it. That were not merely symbolical.  
But le'ts see, what are thy Reasons? First, you were offended at Bayes' Arrogant Style; since there is nothing (you say) in it worth his own taking notice of. Why, Trans, this is the strangest Reason that ever I heard, that it should be pity that a man that writes simply should be so fond as to like his work: I should think rather 'twere pity but he should be condemned for his pains to the stupidity of never knowing what an Ass he had made himself. So that you and I differ clearly (though we are both (I see) tenderhearted) in application of our Charity: For in your case now I am content you should think you have done very well still.  
Next, His infinite Tautology was burdensome: Marry come up. A small T●●e then about Bishop Bramhal, a Manual of the Letters of the Alphabet, a Parenthesis of seven sides out of Mr. Hales, the old Legend (twice over) of Austin the Monk, and the Novels of Sibthorp and Manwaring, and Manwaring and Sibthorp, I warrant Tyre no body. Why thy whole Book consists of nothing but Long Distiches; though I believe thou wouldst make any man glad of a Seat upon hearing but a Dimeter of thine: Nay thou canst do it in less compass then Impudent Modesty.  
Your Third reason, is your Exception against him, because All the Variety of his Treat is Pork. Here thou dost abuse the word Variety abominably. Your friend Henry the Fourth would not have pardoned you if you had persuaded him that Chapon Boullis was Variety, and Ven●● would sooner have sworn by Styx when— By Love's sweetest part Variety she swore. Then this, if it must be Castrated into Conformity with your understanding; nay thou debauchest the very Age too, for thou bringest Love itself, which should be a Divine thing, and the noblest passion of an Heroic mind to mere— Boar beckons Pig●hog wilt thou be mine? When thou offerest to say, all the Variety of the Treat is Pork. You talk of Bayes' miserableness? you are more miserable; for you destroy the very notion of Variety, and so I don't wonder at your being a jew, etc. by Consequence being offended with Pork.  
But you add cunningly— You know the Story. Prithee if Bays himself does know it, what's that to us? You have set our mouths a watering, and now you take away the Meat: But though we bened worthy, methinks you might have had the manners to have told it, that the King at least might know it; who you say, Can make use of all these things. Therefore pray out with it, and (since I have as great a Concern for the Ships as you pretend for Galleys) if you have any more about Beef and Peason, let's have them too; for the Pork and they being digested in a convenient Memorial together, (but I must pen it then, for the Fleet will not have Stowage enough for the very Paper if it be left to thee) possibly His Majesty may make use of it indeed, and find out some Cheaper way for Victualling the Navy.  
After this comes Eight Verses out of Gondibert. Treat thee Quoth a? if ever I Treat thee with Pork, I'll swear the Hog shall have his Skin on: I see show thee but Victuals, and thou wilt carry away as much as will serve six men in thy Handkerchief. You object Signing (in Baptism) with the Cross is made a necessary Condition of Church Communion? I believe the reason why you are separated in truth is, because no body dares let you come to their Christening; and so you vuderstanding the words Astragon, 
But those that may have more, yet will have less:  
Wiser than Nature, make her kindness vain;  to be meant of Eating: No marvel if you think his Discourse the better Scheme of Religion.  
After this he forces himself to talk Religiously again: He had almost forgot who he was to be for. On my conscience I might have writ for them as well as thee; but it would have looked so like Masculine Truth, and Falshood deformed by Ornaments, that I resolved (like a good man) to be for Feminine Truth, and set nothing but my own best face upon't too— win fair Lady. But having been so well paid for his Gibbelineship, he gives them one more Acquittance, (since the rest will scarce prove a Discharge) here at the end of his book for their money. Do, good People; if you have any thing more to be ingross'd, or Petitions to draw, or need any further Instructions how to go on like Fools, here's one that you shall have very fair dealing with: he'll keep touch, and receive all you bring him in open Market, though he commit it to never so close a Coffer, or private Till when you are gone.  
But now I have done: And a pious end thou hast made, (I'll say that for thee) but no body that hoped to have a Reprieve ever spun out time at last as thou hast done: nay and the Decorum on't is, he dies too with an Exhortation in his mouth. That people will learn (by his Example) to be Angry and Merry. Merry art sayest thou? Methinks thou takest more pains than any Horse: Let any man but look and see how hard thou art set. Why since the Magisterium of the Grand Thesis is gone in Fum●, thou art come to desire to save but any small matter. Though it would but cure the Itch, and so fallest to tiring if thou canst at least screw Bays his words to purport, but that he made our Saviour a Player. Now Mode and Figure, Enthymeme, Sorites and Corollary. You shall see how (betwixt two Stools) he does it. To put on the person of, etc. is Endure Personam (as sure Trans, as Your Grace is Vestra Clementia.) Then comes— What part did he Play? How? This is a Saltus, (bona ingenia saltant;) you should have proceeded with saying Endure Personam, was to Act; and (if any body believed that) then have asked your Question. Come, you had all this out of the Answerer of Salmasius: and your way had been to have transcribed the whole side again just as it lay: For I see thou canst not tell how to apply it. Thou wilt make both all the High Sheriffs and Ambassadors in Chris●endom Players, as thou handlest the matter: and in truth, I believe, though they should be angry, they can't choose but be merry, to see how much in the simplicity of thy heart thou dost it. And now this last strangling for more breath is the way thou wouldst persuade us thou art Merry: 
So to cracked Pipe and broken Tabor,  
In Merriment Clowns Drudge and Labour.   
Thou hadst much better have let these after drops of thy Manna alone, and all thy reasons too, since we might have possibly took it for some amends if thou hadst only told us in short— That is as well as I can do. Thou shalt see I'll do Politicly now, and give no reason, except that I had nothing else to do, and End so. Only since thou wouldst needs bestow a thing like an Epitaph upon the Author, to show I will not be behindhand with Apollo in Courtesy if you like it, take you this:  

Here lies Transprosal,  
That Writ a Book he could not name,  
And Answered the Prefacer to Bishop Bramhall  
Without Replying a word.   

So I pray remember the Thesis, the Thesis,  
Remember the Thesis, Trans.   
FINIS.   

By reason of the Authors being in the Country, these Errata have happened.  
Pag. 21. line 16. read, have two husbands, or else miscarry of his first child. p. 22. l. 12. r. Quibble would be. p. 25. l. 5. abroad r. aboard. p. 27. l. 23. r. cannot bid. p. 29. l. 7. r. Whose Honor. p. 32. l. 13. r. Out you Rascal. l. 23. advancement r. advertisement. p. 25. l. 17. r. I did not. p. 36. l. 2. r. St. Thomas. p. 40. l. 4. r. endless fops. l. 8. after Lycanthropy add, for he believes himself a wolf; l. 12. r. Auditores. p. 44. l. 12. after only add, I have heard that so often, and. p. 91. l. 21. r. Anser. p. 99 l. 21. r. either. p. 101. l. 21. after cause of it add, O'ds S'deins! you have a shrewd guess, and you can't tell the cause of it. p. 119. l. 11. finish r. furnish.