A justification of the Synod of Zion college, against those, who say they have sat long, and done nothing.  

1  
THe Synod who dare to control,  
That sit in Zion house,  
The people looked for mountains, but,  
They have brought forth a mouse:  
Each man four shillings hath a day,  
And do you think they'll lack ho,  
When every man has so much pay,  
To drink Wine and Tobacco.  
The Synod have full four years sat  
To find out a Religion,  
Yet to conclude, they know not what,  
They want a new Edition.   

2.  
Say all wise men, what shall we be,  
Brownists▪ or else Presbyters,  
Of the Antinomian heresy,  
Or Independent-Fighters:  
Shall we be harmless Adamites,  
And wear no clothes upon us,  
Or shall we be base Cata●uites,  
And damn Religion from us.  
The Synod have &c.   

3.  
Shall we be brave apostolics,  
Or else all turn mad Arrians,  
Or shall we leave such cursed tricks  
And be Episcoparians:  
Shall we be of the Sect of Love,  
And meet in upper rooms,  
And do as doth the Spirit move,  
When as the Sisters comes.  
The Synod have &c.   

4.  
Or shall we be, as late we were,  
For Government and Order,  
And have a King and monarchy  
With Courts, the truth to further:  
Shall we have music now and Copes,  
And kneel as we were wont,  
Instead of Presbyterian Popes,  
Have commonprayer chanted.  
The Synod have &c.   

5.  
Pray tell us, what you do intend,  
For, we'd be something fain,  
Will you our former errors mend,  
Or for one give us twain.  
Pray something now unto us show,  
Give us the bad, or better:  
Or what is old, or what is new,  
And each will be your debtor.  
The Synod, &c.   

6.  
I wonder much, that you should want  
Your learning, being huge,  
You having that same Usurer,  
Cleped Doctor G—  
But he good man is near his end,  
The bell now for him toll,  
Black friars poor have prayed for him,  
Ere since he sold them coals.  
The Synod, &c.   

7.  
Me thinks, the place should help you make  
Some truth for to rely on,  
How heavenly King David spoke,  
When as he dwelled in Zion.  
But it may be, in that your place  
Things cannot well be scanned▪  
Why then I wish you filled that house  
Is in the holy Land▪  
The Synod, etc▪   

8.  
The Anabaptiss are content  
You should sit there for ever,  
And say as▪ to please the Parliament,  
While they dip in the River:  
The Brownists sure well pleased are,  
To add unto your pay▪  
The Familists do domineer,  
Because you nothing say.  
The Synod have &c.   

9  
The Independents do rejoice,  
They now have won the field,  
They say it is the army's voice,  
The Presbyters must yield:  
Now Case must unto Goodwin stoop,  
And Calamie to Dell,  
The Presbyters like rushes droop,  
O this is wondrous well.  
The Synod, &c.   

10.  
Some say, like Thinkers you have dealt,  
Who mending of a kettle,  
Do make two more than ere were felt,  
Or else things will not whittle.  
And under a most good pretence,  
That we should find much ease,  
Religion quite is fled from hence,  
Pray cure us this disease.  
The Synod, &c.   

11.  
Dub-dapper Sydrach Sympson now  
Like unto Simia flickers;  
A deep and dread revenge doth vow,  
On the Schoolmaster Vicars.  
And Edwards, that same Herculcs,  
Will now write his Gangraena,  
And therein praise the Sectaries▪  
The like was never seen a.  
The Synod, &c.   

12.  
The Army swear, they will have none  
But Independents sway,  
And that the Presbyters each one  
In office tother day;  
And voted one day, and then nuled,  
And then voted again,  
Shall all out of the House be pulled,  
The others only reign.  
The Synod, &c.   

13.  
And now farewell O Synod brave,  
It is in vain to think,  
We a Religion ere shall have,  
While that your pockets chink.  
Four shillings every day, besides  
Your greasy Benefices,  
Makes you to have enlarged sides,  
But pulls the truth in pieces.  
The Synod have full four years sat,  
To find out a Religion:  
Yet to conclude they know not what,  
They want a new Edition.   
FINIS.  
Printed in the year 1647.