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On the University Carrier, who ficknd

in the time of bis vacancy, being
forbid to go to London, by reason

of the Plague.
HERE lies old Hobson, Death hath broke his gitt,

And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt,
Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one,
"He's here stuck in a Nough, and overthrown.
'Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known,
Death was half glad when he had got him down ;
For he had any time this ten years full,
Dodg’d with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
and surely Death could never have prevaild,
Had not his weekly course of carriage failid;
But lately finding him so long at home,
And thigking now his journeys end was come,
And that he had ta’ne up his latest Inn,
In the kind Office of a Chamberlin
Shew'd him

his room where he must lodge that night,
Pulld of his Boots, and took away the lighe :
If any ask for him, it shall be said,
Hibson has supt, and's newly gone to bed.

Another on the same.

ERE Iteth one, who did most truly prove
That he could never die while hecould move,


so hung his deftiny, never to rot While he might ftill jogg on and keep his trot, Made of sphear-metal, never to decay Until his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time: And like an Engine mov'd with wheel and waight, His principles being ceaft, he ended strait. Reft, that gives all men life, gave him his death, And too much breathing put him out of breath; Nor were it contradiction to affirm Too long vacation haften'd on his term, Meerly to drive the time away he sickn’d, Fainted, and died, nor would with Ale be quickn'd; Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed out-stretch'd, If I mayn't carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetch'd, But vow, though the cross Doctors all ftood hearers, For one Carrier put down to make fix bearers. Ease was his chief disease, and to judge right, He dy'd for heaviness that his Cart went light, His leisure told him that his time was come, And lack of load, made his life burdensom, That even to his last breath (there be that say't). As he were prest to death, he cry'd more waight ; But had his doings lasted as they were,

He had been an immortal Carrier.
. Obedient to the Moon he spent his date

In course reciprocal, and had his fate
Link'd to the mutual flowing of the Seas,
Yet (ftrange to think) his wain was his increase:

His Letters are deliver'd all and gon,
Only remains this Superscription,

On the new forcers of Conscience under




have thrown off your Prelate Lord, And with ftiff Vows renounc'd his Liturgie, To seise the widow'd whore Pluralitie

From them whose çin ye envi’d, not abhorrd,
Dare ye for thiş adjure the Civil Sword

To force our Consciences that Chrift set free,
And ride us with a classic Hierarchy

Taught ye by meer A. S. and Rotherford?
Men whose Life, Learning, Faith and pure intent

Would have been held in high efteem with Paul

Must now be nam’d and printed Hereticks,
By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call :

But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
Your plots and packing worse than those of Trent,

That so the Parliament May with their wholsom and preventive fhears Clip your Phylacteries, though bauk your Ears,

And succour our juft Fees : When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ Large.

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