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ECCLESIA & FACTO.
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DIALOGUE, &c.
Dragon.
TEll me Proud Inſect, ſince thou can’ſt not Fly,
By what aſſiſtance thou art Hopp’d ſo high:
The buſie ſwarms of Gnats & Waſps around,
With Hum, and Buz, thy Revelations ſound,
And cry in thee (alone) their happineſs is found.
Me they Deſpiſe, and thee they Praiſe aloud,
Admire thee, and Adore thee as a God:
Miſled by falſe Enthuſiaſtick Light,
They’ve rais’d thee now to a Deſtructive hight,
Who reſtleſs ſtrive’ſt, by thy accuſtom’d ways,
To ſtain thoſe Glories, which thou ne’er cou’dſt raiſe;
And like your Dam (the Babylonian Beaſt)
Cry down thoſe Truths (by which Mankind are bleſt)
Which Reaſon, well as Faith, makes manifeſt.
Graſhopper.
