The Power of the Sword

This takes off tall things, and sets up small things,

This masters Money, though Money masters all things;

’Tis not in season, to talk of Reason,

Or call it Legal, when the Sword will have it Treason;

It conquers the Crown too, the Furres and the Gown too,

This set up a Presbyter, and this pull’d him down too;

This subtil Deceiver, turn’d Bonnet to Beaver,

Down drops a Bishop, and up starts a Weaver.

This fits a Lay-man to preach and to pray man,

’Tis this can make a Lord of him that was a Dray-man;

Forth from the dull pit, of Follies full pit;

This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to the Pul-pit;

Such pittiful Things be, more happier then Kings be,

This got the Heraldry of Thimblebee and Slingsbee;

No Gospel can guide it, no Law can decide it,

In Church or State, untill the Sword hath sanctify’d it.

Down goes the Law-tricks, for from that Matrix

Sprung holy Hewson’s Power, and tumbled down St. Patricks;

The Sword prevails so highly in Wales too,

Shinkin ap Powel cryes, and swears Cuts-pluttera-nails too;

In Scotland this Waster, did make such disaster,

They sent their Money back for which they sold their Master;

It batter’d so their Dunkirke, and did so the Don firk,

That he is fled, and swears, the Devil is in Dun-kirke.

He that can tower o’er him that is lower,

would be but thought a Fool to put away his Power;

Take Books and rent ’um, who would invent ’um,

When as the Sword replyes, Negatur argumentum?

Your grand Colledge Butlers, must stoop to your Sutlers,

There’s not a Library living like the Cutlers;

The bloud that is spilt, Sir, hath gain’d all the gilt, Sir,

Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the hilt, Sir.