THE PASTORAL LETTER REBURNT BY A POETICAL FLAMBEAU. ●HY Pen so paints thyself, that justly we View Burnet burning in Effigy; ●●ose Pastoral Letter into Fire was doomed, 〈◊〉 Spiritual Witchcraft, as by most presumed: 〈…〉 doubtless 'tis, in sense of Hell, some merit, 〈…〉 be of Pluto's Hierarchy in Spirit. 〈…〉 o hast made Evil so refin'dly vile, 〈…〉 in thy Mother-tongue and English Style, 〈…〉 ou for greedy Scotland didst devise 〈…〉 there Presbytery should leanly rise, 〈◊〉 the Mitres had been melted down, appease the income of thy William's Crown: 〈◊〉 for thy profit couldst that Text forego, 〈◊〉 thou dost Sarum's Magpie Prelate show. 〈◊〉 Sleeves of Lawn, the Badge of such a Wretch, 〈◊〉 yield, in time, a Relic for Jack-ketch. 〈◊〉 'twill be hard for thee, as many think, 〈◊〉 'scape in Body, since thy Soul in lnk 〈…〉 s been his Handsel, and most Men agree 〈…〉 at thy black inside in thy Lines they see. 〈…〉 ough impious Roman power had so prevailed, 〈…〉 t Tully's hand was to the Rostrum nailed; ●hich held the admired Pen that gave to Fame ●●e Flower of Eloquence living in his Name. Thou, by a different fate, wouldst Eyes delight, If fixed thy Wicked Hand, which did indite Sermons and Pamphets, to thy Sarum Chair, That future Bishops might abhor thee there. Had now Pythagoras lived, he would have said, Hugh Peter's Soul had Transmigration made Into thy Bulk, and not more damned could be, Than as, In Spirit, he survives in thee. From a Fanatic Scot, transformed of late To an immoral Pagan of our State; Thou dost as Antichristianly possess Thy See, as Tillotson does his, some guess. But thanks to Heaven, the House's prudent Vote Does thee a Canting Prelate so denote, That in thy condemmed Pastoral Letter's fate, Thee and thy mischiefs all must Abdicate. Whilst like some Witch, when lost her former spell, Thou grievest for want of Magic to do ill: And though in Soul of everlasting Evil, Thou'lt now, do what thou canst, live less a Devil. FINIS.