This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Paul from Damascus in a basket slides,
Cran’d by the faithfull Brethren down the sides
O’ their embatel’d walls, Britannicus
As loath to trust the Brethrens God with us,
Slides too, but yet more desp’rate, and yet thrives
In his descent; needs must! the Devil drives.
Their Cause was both the same, and herein meet,
Only their fall was not with equal feet,
Which makes the Case lambick: thus we see
How much News falls short of Divinity.
Truth was their crying crime: One takes the night,
Th’ other th’ advantage of the New-sprung Light
To mantle his escape: how different be
The Pristin and the Modern Policy?
Have Ages their Antipodes? Yet still
Close in the Propagation of ill?
Hence flowes this use aud doctrine from the thump
I last sustain’d (beloved) Good wits may Jump.