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194 Trepann'd your party with intrigue, And took your grandees down a peg; New-modell'd the army, and cashier'd All that to Legion Smec adher'd; Made a mere utensil o' your church, And after left it in the lurch; A scaffold to build up our own, And when w' had done with 't, pull'd it down; Capoch'd your rabbins of the Synod, And snapp'd their canons with a why-not. Grave synod-men, that were rever'd For solid face, and depth of beard, Their Classic model prov'd a maggot, Their Direct'ry an Indian pagod; And drown'd their discipline like a kitten, On which they'd been so long a sitting; Decry'd it as a holy cheat, Grown out of date, and obsolete, And all the saints of the first grass, As castling foals of Balaam's ass. At this the Knight grew high in chafe, And staring furiously on Ralph, He trembled, and look'd pale with ire, Like ashes first, then red as fire.