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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63975	The tribe of Levi A poem.	Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700, attributed name.	1691 (1691)	Wing T3384B; ESTC R219457	5,497	14

THE TRIBE OF LEVI A POEM Doubtless a Church man while he keeps within the Sphere of his Duty to God and his People is an Angel of Heaven but when he shall degenerate from his own Calling and fall into the Intrigues of Sate and I imeserving he becomes a Devil and from a Star in the Firmament of Heaven he becomes a Sooty-coal in the blakest Hell and receiveth the greatest Damnation Dr. Gumble Pag. 23. of Monk 's Life LONDON Printed in the Year Anno Dom. MDCXCI THE TRIBE OF LEVI A POEM SInce Plagues were order'd for a Scourage to Men And Egypt was chastised with her Ten No greater plague did any State molest Than the severe the worst of Plagues a Priest Some Savage Beasts by Laws of Nature bound Only in woods and desart Lands are found No Land no Climate can this Monster bind But like some Hydra multiplies his kind Through th' extended Orb directs his Course And is at best an Universal Curse Ah happy Albion to the Gods most dear How bright thy Rocks and fertile Lands appear The Oceans glory and its Nymphs delight The Nations Terrour by thy Men of Might Thrice happy Albion had there ne're possest Thy spacious Kingdoms the consuming Priest Who Locust like the Nations overspread In every place a Priest erects his Head These as the Fishes in the Water breed And on the Fat of all the Pastors feed Nor are they satisfy'd to have a Power To drain the Nations and its Fat devour But like the Devil always bent on ill They plot new Mischiefs and Devices still Their unknown Virtues do the Crowd deceive What Priestly Knaves report dull Fools believe Nor is a Prince how great so ' ere he be From their deceit and studied Malice free Like Feinds ascending from the House of Smoak They all around the gilded Palace flock And in the Ears of Monarchy they sing That had they not been Priests he had ne're been King Set off with Titles and a Specious name They quickly set the wondring World on flame Methinks I hear its burthen'd Axles break And of the Priests dead weight distinctly speak The senseless Elements together moan And all around the vast Creation groan Yee juster Deities are Friends to Men Assist my Muse and guide my fainting Pen A generous Passion raise within my Breast That may affect the vilest Monster Priest Let my Muse lash the strokes be bold and good As if my Pen were Steel my Ink were Blood Close by those Banks the Banks where Silver Theams Still glides along with unpolluted Streams A Fabrick stands no Storm of Fate molests From its Foundation was possest by Priests Here Levi lives o'er grown with sin and Years Good God what Lewdness lurks in hoary Hairs As chief of Priests imperial sway does bear For he alone is God's Vicegerent here His lesser Villains of the Church are Slaves For he that 's chief of Priests is chief of Knaves 'T was this same Levi did out James enthrone And when h' had done as basely pull'd him down The Levites first his Sovereign will declar'd The Levites first his Sovereign will debarr'd And thus old Levi through mistaken fame Had got a Patriots and a Martyrs name Him th' unstable Mob with praises grac't And thus his humour for his Conscience past Morose and peevish insolently proud Levi would stoop to none but to the Crowd Who e're the Rable could his Blessings crave His Apostolick Benedictions gave Unhappy James Preposterous was the Fate That brought on Thee the Clergies frown and hate Hadst thou our Civil Rights and Charters took Not half a word the Clergy then had spoke But to molest the Church was to depose God's holy Blockheads and set up his Foes Now Foreign Troops invited o're the Main Comes to disturb the Scenes of thy short Reign Grown mad with fear when thou hadst lost the Day And in inglorious hast didst run away Our pious Levi loyally came down T' invite our future Monarch to the Town How beggerlie's the Crown how mean the State That does depend on Bishops love or hate Nor can Conventions now make him a King Till Levi does the Regal Vestments bring In vain 's your reasoning in vain your toil If Levi but keep back th' anointing Oyl 'T was not for this the Hero was brought o're Only to settle Church as was before To beat his Dad and call his Mother Whore Should he be crown'd Levi's Designs are crost The juggle too of the Succession lost If James be reinthron'd we must ascribe His Restoration unto Levi's Tribe And thus the Hierarchy of course bears Rule And the weak Monarch is the Bishop's Tool None but the Church should keep their Civil Rights And all Dissenters be but Gibeonites So much these Arguments with Levi sway'd That he aside his Faith and Conscience laid At once the Sanhedrim and God forsook And to his own pernicious Councils took Rather than have his Priests lest in the lurch Would damn himself only to save the Church Thus in a Fret he to his Cell retires To plot new Mischiefs and blow up new Fires Had this retirement been well design'd Only to ease the Plague of human kind Levi ' thy absence then we n're could mourn Nor been ambitious of thy loath'd return But since thy Den's become the Lyon's Court Whither in Black the Beasts of Prey resort May'st thou from thence thy final Journey take And on some Gibbet thy just Exit make Nor shalt thou Corah now my hand is in Escape the justest censure of my Pen Corah in the lewd List must next take place To Man and to Religion a disgrace In him when Young the Priestly Sign appears Did promise Mischief in his tender Years No cost was wanting to provide him Tools To pass the learned drudgery of the Schools Where Youth is with the Laws Corruption fed Where Priests are form'd and holy Cheats are bred Their cursed Tenents much our Corah lov'd And in their Tricks of Priesthood soon improv'd He from the Pulpit did his Doctrine breath And shed his Venome on the Crowd beneath He taught That Kings might Govern by their Will And like the Gods themselves could ne're do ill That Princes had an uncontrouled Power And might their Subjects when they pleas'd devour That God all Reason gave to Kings and Priests And that all men besides were only beasts But when his Lyon from the Throne was driven Disown'd by all good men and juster heaven A King set up the Nations all approv'd A King that God and all the People lov'd Our treacherous Corah had his Faith forgot And turn'd his fam'd Obedience to a Plot His scruplous Conscience would not let him swear Whilst Father liv'd Obedience to the Heir But in the head of a Rebellious Race As void of moral Vertues as of Grace Corah the new made Monarch did disown And since the other went each Action done Until King William's Fate resounds from far His great Success and Enterprise in War And