A divine OADE.  

Bless us good Lord from that dull Sect which say,  
we err in twice repeating, when we pray  
Our Father   

They count themselves made of the purest clod  
and give us lost, forbid it O my God  
which art in Heaven.   

By them barns, Stables, and what rooms you see  
more than our Churches are esteemed to be  
hallowed   

The word the word by them, they cry is teached,  
but grant good God by better scholars preached  
be thy Name.   

The way next faith I am addressed to go  
is prayer surely, which must bring me to  
Thy kingdom,   

Yet let our Bells ring out, they are forgot,  
for to our common prayers, they will not  
come.   

When I was blessed from learned Armah to hear  
and honoured Potter of the selfsame sphere  
thy will   

Hours were but minutes, but when these persever  
in tedious preachments, I think they will never  
be done,   

Doctrine, and use, men of a tedious rarity  
which both in Church and State requires a parity  
in Earth   

These we must hear by Inspiration raised,  
who most presumptuous think thy name so praised,  
as it is in Heaven.   

But Lord unto thy Zion be not cruel,  
such men as Hooker, Reynolds, Whitegift, jewel,  
give us,   

We have a Prideaux, Collins, and so many  
their sons, more learned, no Christian Church hath any  
this day   

By whom, if we their gifts do not abhor  
we may be well instructed to pray for  
our daily bread.   

But these the sole Elect, long breathed men  
for our sad patience do prolong again  
and forgive us   

That they speak not of council, schoolmen Father  
is not their Ignorance, but rather  
our trespasses   

Which hinder us from things to be imparted  
to none of foul, and so polluted hearted  
as we   

Their semigraduates, Pedants, who knows who,  
comes up to teach us, thus and then we do  
Forgive them   

Their first place, last place 15. times said o'er,  
moreover, and besides, and furthermore  
that trespass   

Upon all Christian patience, must be heard,  
or else next time a Sermon is prepared  
against us,   

And if episcopacy be put down,  
a Tradesman shall step up in every town  
and lead us   

But where they know not, nor do greatly care  
so they have their opinions, and that Bishops are  
not   

Good God restore them to their wits, and call  
them home, whom their own nought opinions fall  
into   

And let not thy true Church by such as these  
be brought Into, through Ignorance and ease,  
Tentation,   

Let inspired cobblers, Weavers, lead them still  
in their Egyptian darkness, if they will  
but deliver us   

Who at thy footstool prostrately full bent  
and bless our King, our State and Parliament,  
from evil   

And for the Jesuit, Brownist, and who pray  
the contrary, let Tyburn be their way  
Amen.    

LONDON, Printed by F. L.  
MDCXLI.