A Battle! A Battle! - 6
T’ engage their King’s and Country’s foes;
Whose grandsires too, were bravely willing
To fight or die at Ineskilling.
Go on good lads! and scorn what’s base,
And live, t’ enjoy health, wealth and peace.
But who from henceforth will believe
That babes of grace cannot deceive?
Since outward sanctity is made
A cloak for all the Quaker trade.
To call’t religion would blaspheme,
That sacred venerable name.
But now I drop my weary pen,
Till a new theme calls for’t agen.
The QUAKER’S ADDRESS.
MAY’t please the high and mighty P—,
The very best of all good men;
We prostrate, as in bounden duty,
Beg leave t’adore thy sacred shoe-tye,
Because thee hast vouchsaf’t to grant
Those papers which the Friends did want:
Which papers we have now in view,
And find there’s nothing in ’em true;
Wrote by bad folks of the frontier,
All false, malicious and severe;
To stir up people of no letters,
And make us odious to our betters.
Wherefore we pray that thee will hear us,
And when that’s done no doubt will clear us.
Our people, Friend, as thee must know,
Above a hundred years ago
(For ’tis so long a period since
That our religion did commence)
Were never found such stupid sots,
As to delight in blood and plots;
