scribbled, without addition of a syllable; I wish I durst say here is nothing lopped off; but men and manners are changed, at least they say so. If yet this trifle seem born with teeth, you know whose hands were knuckle-deep in the blood of that renowned chancellor of Oxon, Archbishop Laud, though, when they cut up that great martyr, his two greatest crimes were the two greatest glories Great-Britain can boast of, St. Paul's Church, and the Oxford Library. Where you find no coherence, remember this paper hath suffered decimation: Better times have made it worse, and that is no fault of

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N assembler is part of the state's chattels, not priest, nor burgess, but a participle that sharks upon both. He was chosen, as Sir Nathaniel, because he knew least of all his profession, not by the votes of a whole diocese, but by one whole parliament man. He has sat four years towards a new religion, but, in the interim, left none at all; as his masters, the commons, had a long debate, whether candles or no candles, but all the mean while sat still in the dark; and therefore, when the moon quits her old light, and has acquired no new, astronomers say she is in her synode. Shew me such a picture of Judas, as the assembler, a griping, false, reforming brother; who rails at waste spent upon the anointed; persecutes most those hands which ordained him; brings in men with swords and staves; and all for money from the honourable scribes and pharisees. One touch more (a line tied to his name-sake, Elder-tree) had made him Judas root and branch. This assembly at first was a full century, which should be reckoned, as the scholiast's hecatomb, by their feet, not heads; or count them by scores; for, in things without heads, sixscore go to an hundred. They would be a new septuagint; the old translated scripture out of Hebrew into Greek, these turn it to four shillings a day; and all these assemblers were begot in one day, as Hercules's fifty bastards all in one night. Their first list was sprinkled with some names of honour, (Dr. Sanderson, Dr. Morley, Dr. Hammond, &c.) but these were divines too worthy to mix with such scandalous ministers, and would not assemble without the royal call. Nay, the first list had one archbishop, one bishop, and an half; for bishop Brownrigg was then but elect; but now their assembly, as philosophers think the world, consists of atoms, petty small Levites, whose parts are not perceptible; and yet these inferior postern teachers have intoxicated England (for a man sometimes grows drunk by a clyster.) When they all meet, they shew beasts in Africa, by promiscuous coupling, ingender monsters. Mr. Selden visits them, as Persians use, to see wild asses fight; when the Commons have tired him with their new law, these brethren refresh him with their mad gospel. They lately were gravelled betwixt Jerusalem and Jericho; they knew not the distance betwixt those two places; one cried twenty miles, another ten; it was concluded seven, for this reason, That fish was brought from Jericho to Jerusalem market. Mr. Selden smiled, and said, Perhaps the fish was salt fish; and so stopped their mouths. Earl Philip goes thither to hear them spend ; when he heard them toss their national, provincial, classical, congregational, he swore

damnably, that a pack of good dogs made better musick: His allusion was proper, since the elder's maid had a four-legged husband. To speak truth, this assembly is the two houses attiring-room, where the Lords and Commons put on their vizards and masks of religion: And their honours have so sifted the church, that at last they have found the bran of the clergy; yet such poor church-menders must reform and shuffle, though they find church-government may a thousand ways be changed for the worse, but not one way for the better. They have lately published annotations on the bible, where their first note on the word create, is a libel against kings, for creating of honours. Their annota

tion on Jacob's two kids is, That two kids are too much for one man's supper; but he had, say they, but one kid, and the other made sauce. They observe, upon Herod, what a tyrant he was, to kill infants under two years old, without giving them a legal trial, that they might speak for themselves. Commonly they follow the Geneva margin, as those seamen, who understood not the compass, crept along the shore; but, I hear, they threaten a second edition, and, in the interim, thrust forth a paltry catechism, which expounds nine commandments, and eleven articles of the creed. Of late they are much in love with chronograms, because, if possible, they are duller than anagrams. O how they have torn the poor bishops names, to pick out the number six hundred sixtysix! little dreaming, that a whole baker's dozen of their own assembly have that beastly number in each of their names, and that as exactly as their solemn league and covenant consists of six-hundred sixty-six words. But though the assembler's brains are lead, his countenance is brass; for he damned such as held two benefices, while himself has four or five, besides his concubine-lecture. He is not against pluralities, but dualities; he says, it is unlawful to have two of his own, though four of other men's; and observes how the Hebrew word for life has no singu, lar number. Yet it is some relief to a sequestered person to see two assemblers snarl for his tithes; for, of all kinds of beasts, none can match an assembler, but an assembler. He never enters a church by the door, but clambers up through a window of sequestration, or steals in, through vaults and cellars, by clandestine contracts with an expecting patron. He is most sure no law can hurt him, for all laws died in England the year before the assembler was born. The best way to hold him is, as our king Richard bound the king of Cyprus, in silver chains. He loves to discourse of the new Jerusalem, because her streets are of fine gold, and yet could like London as well, were Cheapside paved with the philosopher's stone; nay, he would say his prayers with beads, if he might have a set made all of diamonds. This, this is it which tempts him to such mad articles against the loyal clergy, whom he dresses as he would have them appear, just as the ballad of Dr. Faustus brings forth the devil in a friar's weed. He accused one minister for saying the blessed virgin was the mother of God, (ecorónoç, as the ancients call her.) Another he charged for a common drunkard, who, all the country knows, has drunk nothing but water these six and twenty years. But the assembler himself can drink widows tears, though their husbands are not dead. Sure, if Paracelsus's doctrine were true, That to eat creatures alive will perpetuate man's life, the assembler were immortal; for he swallows

quick men, wives, and children, and devours lives as well as livings, as if he were born in that pagan province, where none might marry till he had killed twelve Christians. This makes him kneel to lieutenant-general Cromwell, as Indians to the devil; for he saw Oliver first threw then, and can, with a wink, do as much for ; like Milo, in the Olympicks, who, by practising on a calf, grew strong enongh for a bull, and could with ease give a lift to an ass. The great Turk was sending his ambassador to congratulate the assembly's proceedings against the Christians; he ordered them thanks for licensing his alcoran to be printed in English; but hearing Ottoman Cromwell had talked' of marching to the walls of Constantinople, that ambassy was stopped. The only difference betwixt the assembler and a Turk is, that one plants religion by the power of the sword, and the other by the power of the scimeter: Nay, the greatest strife in their whole conventicle is, Who shall do worst; for they all intend to make the church but a sepulchre, having not only plundered, but anatomised all the true clergy; whose torment is heightened in being destroyed by such dull instruments, as the prophet Isaiah was sawn to pieces with a wooden saw. The assembler wonders that the King and his friends live still in hope; he thinks them all St. Clemens's case, drowned with an anchor tied about his neck. He has now got power to visit the universities; where these blinking visitors look on eminent scholars (as the blind man, who saw men like trees) as timber growing within the root-and-branch ordinance. The assembler has now left scholars so poor, that they have scarce rags, wherewith to make paper. A man would think, the two houses intend to transport the universities, since they load asses with college-revenues: For though these assemblers made themselves heads, they are rather the hands of colleges, for they all are takers, and take all. And yet they are such creeping tyrants, that scholars are expelled the two universities, as the old Thracians, forced from their country by rats. and mice; so that learning now is so much advanced, as Arrowsmith's glass-eye sees more than his natural. They never admit a good scholar to a benefice; for the assembly's balance is the lake of Sodom, where iron swims and feathers sink. Their divinity-disputations are with women or laymen; and it is only on one question, episcopacy, where the assembler talks all that he and his friends can say; though his best medium, to prove presbyters more ancient than bishops, is, That scribes, pharisees, priests, and elders were before the apostles; yet, if a scholar or good argument come, he flies them, as much as if they were his text. This made him curse Dr. Steward, Dr. Laney, and Dr. Hammond; and, had he not had more brass in his face, than in his kitchen, he had hanged himself at Uxbridge, and ended with that treaty; for he has nought of logick, but her clutched fist, and rails at philosophy as beggars do at gentlemen. He has very bad luck, when he deals in philology, as one of them (and that no mean man) who, in his preface to the reader, says, That St. Paul had read Eustathius upon Homer; though the apostle died a thousand years before Eustathius was born. The assembler's diet is strangely different; for he dines wretchedly on dry bread at Westminster, four assemblers for thirteen pence; but this sharpens and whets him for supper, where he feeds gratis with his city

landlord, to whom he brings a huge stomach, and news; for which crammed capons cram him. He screws into families, where there is some rich daughter, or heir; but whoever takes him into their bosom, will die like Cleopatra. When it rains, he is coached (a classis of them together) rolling his eyes, to mark who beholds him. His shortest things are his hair and his cloke; his hair is cut to the figure of three; two high cliffs run up his temples, whose cape of shorn hair shoots down his forehead, with creeks indented, where his ears ride at anchor. Had this false prophet been carried with Habbakuk, the angel had caught fast hold of his ears, and led him, as he leads his auditory. His eyes are part of his tithe at Easter, which he boils at each sermon; he has two mouths, his nose is one, for he speaks through both; his hands are not in his gloves, but his gloves in his hands; for betwixt sweatings, that is, sermons, he handles little else, except his dear mammon. His gown, İ mean his cloke, reaches but his pockets: When he rides in that manner, with a hood on his shoulders, and a hat above both, Is he not then his own man of sin with the triple crown? You would swear some honest carpenter dressed him, and made him the tunnel of a country chimney. His doublet and hose are of dark blue, a grain deeper than pure Coventry; but of late he is in black, since the loyal clergy were persecuted into colours. His two longest things are his nails and his prayer; but the cleanest thing about him is his pulpit cushion, for he still beats the dust out of it. To do him right, commonly he wears a pair of good lungs, whereby he turns the church into a belfry; for his clapper makes such a din, that you cannot hear the cymbal for the tinkling. If his pulpit be large, he walks his round, and speaks as from a garison; his own neck is palisadoed with ruff. When he first enters his prayer before sermon, he winks and gasps, and gasps and winks, as if he prepared to preach in another world. He seems in a slumber, then in a dream: then rumbles a while; at last he sounds forth, and then throws so much dirt and nonsense towards heaven, as he durst not offer to a member of parliament. Now, because scripture bids him not curse the King in his thought, he does it in his pulpit, by word of mouth; though heaven strike him dumb in the very act, as it did Hill at Cambridge, who, while he prayed, Depose him, O Lord, who would depose us,' was made the dumb devil. This, one would think, should gargle his foul mouth; for his only hope, why God should hear him against the King, is, The devil himself, that great assembler, was heard against Job. His whole prayer is such an irrational bleating, that, without a metaphor, it is the calves of his lips; and commonly it is larded with fine new words, as, savingable, muchly, Christ-Jesusness, &c. and yet he has the face to preach against prayer in an unknown tongue. Sometimes he is foun-dered, and then there is such hideous coughing! but that is very seldom, for he can glibly run over nonsense, as an empty cart trundles down a hill. When the king girt round the Earl of Essex at Lestwythiell, an assembler complained, That God had drawn his people into the wilderness, and told him, he was bound in honour to feed them; for, 'Lord, said he, since thou givest them no meat, we pray thee, O Lord, to give them no stomachs,' He tore the liturgy, because, forsooth, it shackled his spirit, he would be a devil without a circle; and now, if he see the

book of common prayer, the fire sees it next, as sure as the bishops were burnt who compiled it. Yet he has mercy on Hopkins and Sternhold because their meetres are sung without authority (no statute, canon, or injunction at all) only, like himself, first crept into private houses, and then into churches. Mr. Rous moved those meetres might be sequestered, and his own rhimes to enjoy the sequestration; but was refused, because John Hopkins was as ancient as John Calvin; besides, when Rous stood forth for his trial, Robin Wisdom was found the better poet. It is true, they have a directory, but it is good for nothing, but Adoniram, who sold the original for four-hundred pounds, and the book must serve both England and Scotland, as the directory needle points north and south. The assembler's only ingenuity is, that he prays for an extempore spirit, since his conscience tells him, he has no learning. His prayer thus ended, he then looks round, to observe the sex of his congregation,and, accordingly, turns the apostle's men, fathers, and brethren, into dear brethren and sisters. For his usual auditory is, most part, female; and as many sisters flock to him, as, at Paris, on St. Margaret's day, when all come to church, that are, or hope to be with child that year. He divides his text, as he did the kingdom, makes one part fight against another; or as Burges divides the dean of Paul's house, not into parts, but tenements, that is, so as it will yield most money. And properly they are tenements; for each part must be dwelt upon, though himself comes near it but once a quarter, and so his text is rather let out, than divided. Yet sometimes, to shew his skill in Keckerman, he butchers a text, cuts it, just as the Levite did his concubine, into many dead parts, breaking the sense and words all to pieces, and then they are not divided, but shattered, like the splinters of Don Quixot's lance. If his text be to the occasion, his first dish is apples of gold in pictures of silver, yet he tells not the people what pictures those were. His sermon and prayer grin at each other, the one is presbyterian, the other independent; for he preaches up the classes, yet prays for the army. Let his doctrine and reason be what they will, his use is still to save his benefice, and augment his lecture. He talks much of truth, but abhors peace, let it strip him as naked as truth; and therefore hates a personal treaty,unless with a sister. He has a rare simpering way of expression; he calls a married couple, saints that enjoy the mystery, and a man drunk, is a brother full of the creature; yet at wedding-sermons, he is very familiar, and like that picture in the church at Leyden, shews Adam and Eve without fig-leaves. At funerals, he gives infallible signs, that the party is gone to heaven; but his chief mark, of a child of God, is to be good to God's ministers. And hence it is, he calls his preachment, manna, fitted not to his hearers necessity, but their palate, for it is to feed himself, not them. If he chance to tire, he refreshes himself with the people's hum, as a collar of bells chears up a pack-horse. It is no wonder he will preach, but that any will hear him, and his constant auditors do but shew the length of their ears; for he is such an 'ABIXTıçoxónnʊg, that, to hear him, makes good scholars sick, but, to read him, is death. Yet, though you heard him three hours, he will ask a fourth, as the beggar at Delph craves your charity, because he eats four pounds of bread at a meal. It was from his alarum, the watch-makers