The WEASEL Uncas'd, or the In and Outside of
a PRIEST drawn to the Life.
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A Protestant Priest, a Man of great Fame,
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To be Rich and Great was his only Aim,
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It was Dr. Weasel, the very same,
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Which nobody can deny.
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This Weasel at first to get him some Grub,
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A little small Girl, and a little good Bub,
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Diogenes like, he Preached in a Tub,
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Which, etc.
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Yet in those Days he was very Fickle,
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And though he was Head of a great Conventicle,
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Yet he had a Months mind to be higher a little,
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Which, etc.
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And finding Ambition to grow with his Pride,
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And if he'd be great he must change his Side,
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He left all his Flock, and his first Faith deny'd,
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Which, etc.
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By which they perceiv'd his Heart was grown Evil,
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They put forth a Book, which he thought uncivil,
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The Title was, Weasel's Dispute with the Devil,
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Which, etc.
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In which Learned Piece they there did discover,
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That, like unto Judas, he was a false Brother,
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And of a full Bag he is a great Lover,
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Which, etc.
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To which bloody Charge he answer'd in Season,
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And why he left them, told 'em his Reason,
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And prov'd all their Tenets border'd on Treason,
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Which, etc.
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And then, like a Hero, he did lay about,
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And swore he would Preach all their Tub-bottoms out,
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And prove them to be a Phanatical Rout,
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Which, etc.
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And truly he was as good as his Word,
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And writ a fine Book, though by them abhorr'd,
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The Case of Resistance, which stands on Record,
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Which, etc.
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In that Loyal Piece, against the Precise,
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He prov'd by all the Grave, Learned and Wise,
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Obedience is better than all Sacrifice,
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Which, etc.
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And then he proceeded by Scripture and Reason,
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To prove Non-Resistance always in Season,
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And its opposite Doctrine no less than Treason,
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Which, etc.
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And having observ'd the Laws o'th' Nation,
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With those of the Gospel, had a Relation,
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Said, those that Resist would receive just Damnation,
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Which, etc.
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To strengthen this Point he quoted St. Paul,
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St. Peter, St. Jude, our Saviour and all,
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Proving none cou'd be Sav'd who from that Faith did fall,
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Which, etc.
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But what will you say of this Weasel stout,
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If after all this he shou'd face about,
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And in print tell the World in truth he was out,
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Which, etc.
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Yet Reason and Conscience a War did begin,
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And struggled with Pride and Ambition within,
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To take the new Oaths he long thought a Sin,
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Which, etc.
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His Spouse, like Jobs Wife, to ease his Heart-aching,
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Did press him to swear that he was mistaken,
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Though some think it was for to save his Bacon,
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Which, etc.
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At first he did doubt, and therefore did pray,
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That Heaven wou'd instruct him in the Right way,
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Whether Jimmy or William he ought to obey,
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Which, etc.
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The Pass at the Boyne determin'd that Case,
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And Precept to Providence then did give place,
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To change his Opinion he thought no disgrace,
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Which, etc.
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For though he had done the same Thing before,
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Yet now for his Comfort he need Change no more,
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For his Case of Allegiance will serve for a score,
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Which, etc.
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For there he has plainly made it appear,
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That Strength gives a Right, therefore we may swear
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To him in Possession, though not the Right Heir,
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Which, etc.
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And shou'd a Fray happen 'twixt Father and Son,
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If the Boy beat his Father, and so make him Run,
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Providence had appointed that Thing to be done,
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Which, etc.
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Besides, he has prov'd the mighty Conveniance
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Of Subjects transferring their Faith and Allegiance,
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To those that can crush 'em all into Obedience,
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Which, etc.
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So let O.P. or P.O. be King,
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Or any one else, it is the same Thing,
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For only Heaven does that Blessing bring,
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Which, etc.
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But this with the Scripture can never agree,
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As Hosea the Eighth, and the Fourth you may see,
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They have set up Kings, but yet not by me,
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Which, etc.
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Now what need the Prophet there to complain,
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If the Peoples Anointed, and God's were the same?
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If so, Davids Friends they all were to blame,
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Which, etc.
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For though God permitted the People to bring
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Good Davids Son forth, and proclaim him King,
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Yet all the World knows how he punish'd the Thing,
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Which, etc.
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And may all such Sons enjoy the same Fate,
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That dethrone their Father, and him Abdicate,
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No doubt it will happen in time, soon or late,
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Which, etc.
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With one Remarck more I'le end this dull Song,
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And his fulsom Republican Arguments strong,
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Which makes Wrong to be Right, and Right to be Wrong,
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Which, etc.
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That Famous old Priest, the Vicar of Bray,
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Who in all Change of Times knew how to obey,
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Was an Ass to the Weasel, if I may so say,
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Which, etc.
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And truly I think no more need be said,
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By a Penny we know how a Shilling's made,
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For Priest and Priest-craft is all but a Trade,
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Which, etc.
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And thus I in little have drawn to the Life,
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His Flesh and his Spirit alway at Strife,
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But the Flesh did prevail by the help of his Wife,
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Which nobody can deny, deny,
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which nobody can deny.
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