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( 12 ) By keeping Preſbytery in fame, Which King and Council did diſclaim: Who of their conſcience were ſo tender, Religion they would not ſurrender To pleaſe his Majeſty and Court, And turn as changes came about; To Scripture they ſo firmly ſtood, On them I did ſpue out a flood Of miſchief and calamity, McKinzie acted well for me. Scripture-religion at that time. He made it ſuch a heinous crime, That for it nought could ſatisfy, But guilty perſons they muſt die. He many a ſaint purſu'd to death; He feared neither hell nor wrath.<br /d> His conſcience was ſo cauteriz'd,<br /d> He refus'd nothing that I pleas'd:<br /d> For which he’s had my kindneſs ſtill,<br /d> Since he his labours did fulfill.<br /d> Rothes, like a ſow in mire,<br /d> Who of his whoredom did not tire,<br /d> But wallow'd in adultery,<br /d> In curſing and profanity,<br /d> And did allot the Sabbath-day<br /d> To ſpend it in his game and play;<br /d> Perjur'd himſelf in Mitchel's caſe,<br /d> To bring that rebel to diſgrace.<br /d> To Popery he was a good friend,<br /d> To let it up this man was keen.<br /d> His drunkenneſs I need not name,<br /d> My friend of this thought never ſhame:<br /d> He did contrive that rare engine,<br /d> That did make Hackſton dree great pain;