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           A
           SATYR
           AGAINST
           
             Atheistical
             Deism
          
           With
           the
           Genuine
           Character
           of
           a
           DEIST
           To
           which
           is
           Prefixt
           ,
           
             An
             account
             of
          
           Mr.
           AIKINHEAD's
           NOTIONS
           ,
           Who
           is
           now
           in
           Prison
           for
           the
           same
           Damnable
           APOSTACY
           .
        
         
           By
           
             MUNGO
             CRAIG
          
           S.
           Ph.
           &
           Sac.
           Th.
           
        
         
           
             Do
             you
             Admire
             ,
             why
             with
             Satyrick
             Rhyme
             ,
          
           
             I
             Scourge
             the
             whifling
             Scoundrels
             of
             the
             Time
             ?
          
           
             To
             be
             resolv'd
             ,
             turn
             o'er
             the
             Page
             ,
             and
             you
          
           
             The
             Justice
             of
             my
             Quarrel
             will
             avow
             ,
          
           
             And
             must
             Adopt
             the
             same
             ;
             if
             you
             be
             not
          
           
             A
             silly
             Fop
             ,
             or
             Epicurean
             Sot.
             
          
        
         
           
             
               Semper
               ego
               auditor
               tantum
               ?
               nunquamque
               reponam
            
             
               Vexatus
               toties
               —
            
             
               Si
               Natura
               negat
               ,
               facit
               indignatio
               versum
            
             
               Qualemcunque
               potest
               .
               Quales
               ego
               —
            
          
           
             Juven
             .
             Sat.
             1.
             
          
        
         
           EDINBURGH
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             Robert
             Hutchison
          
           ,
           and
           Sold
           at
           his
           Shop
           in
           the
           Head
           of
           the
           Colledge-Wind
           .
           M.
           DC
           .
           XCVI
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           
             A
             Catalogue
             of
             the
             Works
             promised
             to
             the
             World
             ,
             by
          
           T.
           Aik
           .
           
             Gent.
             the
             meerest
          
           Don
           Quixot
           
             in
             Nature
             ,
             but
             one
             of
             the
             principal
             Patrons
             and
             Promoters
             of
             the
          
           Witty
           ,
           
             I
             would
             have
             said
          
           ,
           Witless
           Sect.
           
        
         
           I.
           
             DEath
             Dead
             and
             Burried
             without
             hope
             of
             Resurrection
          
           ;
           or
           ,
           A
           discovery
           of
           the
           as
           incomparable
           ,
           as
           impossible
           ,
           
             Aurum
             Potabile
             Aikinheadaeum
          
           ,
           i.
           e.
           Chimaericum
           :
           Being
           a
           Soveraign
           Antidote
           ,
           against
           all
           external
           and
           internal
           Causes
           of
           Death
           :
           And
           when
           applyed
           by
           Art
           ,
           can
           raise
           the
           Dead
           ,
           and
           perfect
           the
           imperfect
           works
           of
           Nature
           :
           Yea
           ,
           it
           can
           cure
           a
           Man
           ,
           although
           he
           were
           cloven
           in
           twain
           ,
           or
           ,
           to
           give
           you
           the
           Authors
           own
           Phrase
           ,
           
             Tho'
             he
             were
             speldered
             like
             a
             dry
             Haddock
             .
          
        
         
           II.
           
             Machina
             Dedalaea
             magna
             atque
             nova
          
           ;
           or
           ,
           A
           new
           Engine
           of
           the
           same
           use
           in
           Air
           that
           Ships
           are
           in
           Water
           ;
           whereby
           we
           may
           have
           easy
           Commerce
           with
           the
           other
           Vortices
           ,
           and
           especially
           with
           the
           
             World
             in
             the
             Moon
          
           .
        
         
           III.
           
             The
             Indies
             in
             a
             Crucible
          
           ;
           or
           ,
           An
           expeditious
           ,
           infallible
           and
           cheap
           way
           of
           making
           the
           Philosopher-Stone
           ,
           in
           four
           Hours
           time
           ,
           and
           for
           4
           sh
           .
           expenses
           ,
           being
           an
           excellent
           Proposal
           for
           maintaing
           the
           present
           War
           ,
           without
           troubling
           the
           Leidges
           either
           for
           Pol-penny
           or
           Hearth-money
           .
        
         
           IV.
           
             Lux
             e
             tenebris
          
           ;
           or
           ,
           A
           clear
           Refutation
           of
           all
           the
           Self-evident
           Principles
           of
           Reason
           ,
           with
           the
           establishment
           of
           those
           of
           Nonsense
           ,
           exactly
           Calculated
           to
           the
           Capacity
           of
           Block-heads
           ,
           whereby
           they
           may
           be
           able
           to
           toss
           any
           Thing
           
             (
             extempore
             )
             pro
          
           &
           con
           ,
           without
           the
           help
           of
           the
           
             Lullian
             Art.
          
           
        
         
           V.
           
             The
             Power
             and
             Extent
             of
             Imagination
             demonstrated
          
           ;
           or
           ,
           The
           way
           of
           working
           
             All
             Things
          
           by
           
             Exalted
             Fancy
          
           ;
           especially
           of
           bringing
           the
           Author
           to
           the
           Gallows
           ,
           if
           not
           to
           the
           
             infernal
             Lake
          
           .
        
         
           By
           what
           is
           here
           said
           ,
           concerning
           Mr.
           
           Aikinhead's
           ridiculous
           Works
           ,
           the
           Reader
           may
           easily
           judge
           how
           Frothy
           and
           Crackbrain'd
           a
           Fellow
           he
           is
           .
           But
           should
           we
           trouble
           you
           with
           a
           Recital
           of
           his
           damnable
           Extravagancies
           in
           Divinity
           ,
           it
           wou'd
           prove
           no
           less
           ungrateful
           Task
           to
           our
           Pen
           ,
           than
           nauseous
           to
           any
           Pagan
           ,
           let
           be
           Christian
           Ear
           ,
           being
           a
           compleat
           Aggregat
           of
           all
           the
           Blasphemies
           that
           ever
           were
           vented
           ,
           maintained
           ,
           or
           excogitated
           ,
           by
           the
           Atheistical
           Ministers
           of
           Satan
           in
           all
           Ages
           ,
           with
           an
           Overplus
           of
           his
           own
           Coining
           :
           So
           ,
           that
           without
           Envy
           ,
           he
           may
           be
           denominated
           the
           
             Non
             plus
             ultro
          
           of
           Atheism
           .
        
         
           
             Lest
             any
             think
             that
             this
             is
             only
             a
             Calumny
             cast
             either
             upon
             the
             Party
             or
             Person
             forenamed
             ;
             the
          
           Book-binder
           
             promises
             ,
             in
             name
             of
             the
             Author
             ,
             to
             produce
             a
             considerable
             Number
             of
             Witnesses
             ,
             who
             can
             give
             their
             Oath
             that
             they
             heard
             him
             boast
             of
             the
             above-mentioned
             ridiculous
             Notions
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           A
           SATYR
           against
           DEISM
           .
        
         
           
             GReat
             GOD
             !
             what
             dire
             Enimity
             ,
             do
             I
          
           
             '
             Mongst
             my
             divided
             Faculties
             espy
             .
          
           
             How
             ,
             in
             the
             Palace
             of
             my
             Soul
             ,
             each
             Power
          
           
             Another
             fiercely
             threatens
             to
             devour
             .
          
           
             Which
             Horror
             and
             Confusion
             ,
             in
             the
             end
             ,
          
           
             Do
             civil
             War
             and
             bloody
             Jarrs
             protend
             ;
          
           
             Unless
             All-ruling
             Providence
             direct
          
           
             Another
             Event
             ,
             than
             we
             do
             expect
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Man
             from
             second
             Causes
             could
             detect
             .
          
           
             For
             while
             with
             resolute
             and
             factious
             Bands
             ,
          
           
             My
             partial
             Judgement
             ,
             selfishly
             gain-stands
          
           
             The
             venting
             of
             my
             Rage
             ,
             against
             the
             Proud
          
           
             Ungodly
             Scumms
             ,
             and
             Self-conceited
             Croud
             ;
          
           
             (
             Not
             ,
             that
             it
             doth
             not
             judge
             them
             worth
             the
             Strips
          
           
             Of
             Juvenal
             and
             Horace
             ,
             or
             the
             whips
          
           
             Of
             bitter
             Perseus
             ;
             but
             ,
             that
             still
             it
             pleads
          
           
             Self-impotence
             for
             such
             Heroick
             Deeds
             :
             )
          
        
         
           
             My
             lofty
             Will
             ,
             enflam'd
             with
             zealous
             Fire
             ,
          
           
             T'
             atchieve
             more
             Noble
             Projects
             hath
             desire
             ;
          
           
             Despising
             private
             Infamy
             ,
             the
             stain
          
           
             Of
             Clown
             or
             Poetaster
             doth
             disdain
             .
          
           
             When
             great
             
             Jehovah's
             thought-surpassing
             Love
          
           
             Toward
             His
             undeserving
             Creatures
             ,
             move
          
           
             The
             Wheels
             of
             my
             Affections
             ,
             swell'd
             to
             see
          
           
             This
             scoff'd
             at
             ,
             with
             an
             impious
             We-hee
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Hells
             abortive
             Brood
             ;
             Or
             when
             the
             Right
          
           
             And
             Dignity
             of
             Humane
             Souls
             :
             the
             Light
          
           
             And
             Product
             of
             sound
             Reason
             do
             compete
             ,
          
           
             With
             the
             small
             Credit
             of
             my
             humble
             state
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Joys
             !
             I
             see
             the
             Cub-web
             Sophistry
             ,
          
           
             That
             did
             misguide
             my
             Judging
             Faculty
             ,
          
           
             Dispell'd
             ,
             and
             her
             resolving
             to
             fulfil
          
           
             The
             Dictates
             of
             the
             better-guided
             Will.
             
          
        
         
           
             Then
             let
             the
             Spring
             tide
             of
             my
             Passions
             rise
             ,
          
           
             T'
             its
             greatest
             height
             ;
             and
             O!
             that
             I
             had
             thrice
          
           
           
             As
             great
             a
             Force
             ,
             as
             e're
             in
             Mortal
             yet
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Nat'ral
             Constitution
             did
             permit
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             should
             I
             suspect
             the
             Breach
             of
             Bounds
             ?
          
           
             When
             ,
             tho
             they
             were
             compos'd
             of
             Rage
             of
             Hounds
             ,
          
           
             Wolves
             ,
             Bears
             ,
             with
             Vipers
             Tongues
             &
             Adder-stings
             ,
          
           
             The
             Quintessence
             of
             Choller
             ,
             and
             all
             things
          
           
             That
             savour
             both
             of
             Madness
             and
             of
             Rage
             ,
          
           
             When
             on
             improper
             Objects
             they
             asswage
          
           
             Their
             extream
             Fury
             ,
             then
             tho
             ne'er
             so
             large
             ,
          
           
             Would
             be
             impotent
             found
             for
             such
             a
             Charge
             ,
          
           
             As
             I
             'm
             oblig'd
             now
             to
             engage
             them
             in
             ;
          
           
             To
             whip
             the
             maddest-Heaven-daring
             Sin
             ,
          
           
             That
             ev'r
             was
             hatched
             in
             Hell
             ,
             or
             act'd
             upon
          
           
             This
             Universal
             Theatre
             ;
             since
             the
             Throne
          
           
             Of
             Soul-destroying
             Sin
             began
             to
             show
             ,
          
           
             It
             s
             Sacrilegious
             Tragedy
             below
             .
          
           
             A
             Sin
             !
             which
             ,
             tho'
             Natures
             ingrafted
             Light
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             Gods
             holy
             Councils
             ,
             with
             Despight
             ,
          
           
             It
             totally
             rejects
             ;
             and
             doth
             deny
          
           
             An'
             other
             Notion
             of
             a
             Diety
             ,
          
           
             Than
             what
             of
             meer
             Repugnancies
             is
             coin'd
             ,
          
           
             A
             Sorry
             maimed
             Bug-bear
             ,
             where
             disjoyn'd
          
           
             Are
             all
             th'
             essential
             
               Attributes
               divine
            
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             an
             independent
             God
             combine
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             marching
             from
             th'
             
               infernal
               Lake
            
             in
             State
             ,
          
           
             And
             Equipage
             of
             Hell
             ,
             Malice
             and
             Hate
             ,
          
           
             Undaunted
             Impudence
             and
             strong
             Delusion
             .
          
           
             Satanick
             Rage
             ,
             and
             Machins
             of
             Confusion
             :
          
           
             To
             act
             the
             Divils
             utmost
             Spight
             ,
             and
             try
          
           
             How
             this
             last
             powerful
             Scene
             of
             his
             Envy
             ,
          
           
             Can
             the
             Foundations
             of
             Christs
             Kingdom
             shake
             ,
          
           
             And
             spread
             the
             Jurisdiction
             of
             his
             Lake
             .
          
           
             Hath
             so
             possess'd
             some
             Epicurean
             Beasts
             ,
          
           
             Stun'd
             with
             the
             Fumes
             of
             wine
             ,
             luxurious
             feasts
          
           
             And
             hellish
             Magick
             ,
             void
             of
             saving
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             Pedantick
             Bruits
             ,
             who
             neither
             time
             nor
             space
          
           
             On
             Truths
             investigation
             can
             bestow
             ,
          
           
             Vain
             glorious
             Nothings
             with
             an
             empty
             show
             :
          
           
           
             ●hat
             briskly
             reeling
             ,
             where
             the
             roving
             Light
          
           
             ●f
             misled
             Fancy
             ,
             terminates
             their
             sight
             :
          
           
             ●elight
             themselves
             to
             catch
             at
             empty
             Wind
             ,
          
           
             ●nd
             Creatures
             of
             an
             ill-distracted
             Mind
             ;
          
           
             ●ill
             utterly
             they
             ,
             lacking
             Sense
             and
             Terror
             ,
          
           
             ●e
             lost
             ,
             in
             Satan's
             Labyrinth
             of
             Error
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             yet
             a
             Drunkard
             ,
             or
             distemp'red
             Man
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ,
             rising
             from
             his
             Couch
             of
             Rest
             ,
             doth
             scan
             ,
          
           
             ●y
             Night
             ,
             a
             Precipice
             ,
             led
             by
             the
             vain
          
           
             ●maginations
             of
             his
             troubled
             Brain
             :
          
           
             ●nows
             as
             much
             of
             the
             Danger
             he
             is
             in
             ,
          
           
             ●s
             they
             do
             of
             their
             ex●ecrable
             Sin.
             
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             these
             our
             Hero's
             be
             ,
             profoundly
             wise
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Things
             Divine
             and
             Humane
             so
             despise
             ,
          
           
             ●lown
             up
             with
             airy
             Possibilities
             ,
          
           
             And
             Sceptick-doubting
             of
             all
             Destinies
             ,
          
           
             Huffing
             at
             Reason
             ,
             like
             the
             Cuccow
             cry
             ,
          
           
             
               Begone
               !
               God
               ,
               Christ
               ,
               Scripture
               and
               Piety
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Let
               's
               Eat
               and
               Drink
               ,
               to
               Morrow
               must
               we
               dy
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Such
             be
             the
             scurvy
             Wittlings
             who
             deplore
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             a
             Wise
             and
             Loving
             GOD
             Adore
             ,
          
           
             ●n
             Whom
             we
             Move
             ,
             in
             Whom
             we
             Live
             &
             Be
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ,
             from
             Sins
             dreadful
             Slav'ry
             ,
             set
             us
             free
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Such
             only
             ,
             do
             reject
             all
             call'd
             Divine
             ,
          
           
             And
             swear
             ,
             no
             Sp'rits
             exists
             ,
             but
             those
             of
             Wine
             .
          
           
             Dub'd
             Knights
             of
             Nonsense
             ,
             yet
             in
             their
             conceits
          
           
             Witts
             of
             the
             Age
             ,
             who
             can
             Gigantick
             Feats
          
           
             Perform
             at
             Reasoning
             ;
             whereas
             they
             know
          
           
             As
             little
             as
             an
             Ass
             ,
             what
             's
             truely
             so
             .
          
           
             Those
             be
             the
             course-grain'd
             Philosophs
             ,
             who
             stuff
          
           
             Their
             Heads
             with
             Contradictions
             &
             pure
             Buff
             ,
          
           
             Chimaera's
             coin'd
             in
             Hell
             and
             horrid
             Fopp'ry
             ,
          
           
             Surpassing
             Transubstantiating
             Pop'ry
             .
          
        
         
           
             Such
             are
             as
             wild
             in
             sound
             Philosophy
             ;
          
           
             And
             Law
             ,
             as
             in
             profound
             Theology
             .
          
           
             Such
             are
             the
             blazing
             Comets
             that
             attract
          
           
             Th'
             Amazement
             of
             the
             Novel-catching
             Pack
             .
          
           
           
             Whose
             sluttish
             Minds
             ,
             drown'd
             in
             the
             Lethargy
          
           
             Of
             Ignorance
             ,
             black
             Singularity
          
           
             So
             eagerly
             affect
             ,
             that
             rather
             they
          
           
             Will
             damn
             their
             Souls
             ,
             than
             walk
             the
             
               Vulgar
               way
            
          
           
             And
             since
             they
             cann't
             ,
             to
             eternize
             their
             Name
             ,
          
           
             Erect
             a
             lasting
             Monument
             of
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             They
             'll
             chuse
             by
             far
             the
             shorter
             course
             to
             take
             ,
          
           
             And
             headily
             themselves
             resolve
             to
             make
          
           
             
               Famous
               for
               Infamy
            
             ,
             by
             running
             down
          
           
             What
             they
             don't
             understand
             ,
             just
             as
             a
             Clown
          
           
             wou'd
             mock
             ,
             to
             hear
             us
             prove
             ,
             that
             Phoebus
             bright
          
           
             Descended
             to
             our
             Antipodes
             all
             Night
             ;
          
           
             And
             did
             surmount
             in
             Magnitude
             so
             far
             ,
          
           
             This
             vast
             and
             spacious
             Glob
             whereon
             we
             are
             .
          
           
             Who
             wou'd
             believe
             ,
             with
             Mahomet
             ,
             that
             he
             ,
          
           
             All
             Night
             ,
             were
             rather
             drowned
             in
             the
             Sea.
          
           
             Or
             ,
             with
             
               Old
               Epicure
            
             ,
             wou'd
             sing
             a
             Sonnet
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             were
             little
             bigger
             than
             his
             Bonnet
             .
          
           
             A
             Course
             !
             of
             such
             successful
             operation
             .
          
           
             That
             all
             the
             
               Block-head
               Swineherds
            
             of
             the
             Nation
             ,
          
           
             Might
             ,
             in
             a
             point
             of
             Time
             ,
             brisk
             Wits
             commence
          
           
             And
             singl
             ,
             arize
             themselves
             for
             men
             of
             Sense
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             such
             are
             they
             ,
             who
             Scoffingly
             deride
          
           
             Those
             sacred
             Mistries
             ,
             which
             we
             ought
             to
             dread
          
           
             Such
             Giants
             ,
             with
             Loud-laughters
             empty
             Phrase
          
           
             Our
             Rationall
             and
             Holy
             Faith
             debase
             :
          
           
             And
             yet
             when
             they
             opugn't
             ,
             can
             nought
             profer
             ,
          
           
             But
             what
             one
             less
             than
             a
             Philosopher
          
           
             Without
             the
             straining
             of
             his
             Wit
             cou'd
             solve
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             its
             Native-nothing
             make
             't
             dissolve
             .
          
           
             Since
             that
             ,
             upon
             its
             Front
             th'
             infamous
             Brand
          
           
             Of
             Falsity
             self-evident
             doth
             stand
          
           
             And
             since
             the
             Fundamentals
             of
             their
             Light
          
           
             Dissents
             from
             Reason
             ,
             as
             the
             day
             from
             night
             .
          
           
             And
             more
             ,
             when
             they
             defend
             the
             
               monst'rous
               Bees
            
          
           
             Of
             their
             half-codled
             Brains
             and
             hellish
             Lyes
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             very
             Light
             of
             Nature
             they
             'll
             deny
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             brazen
             Countenance
             will
             cry
             ,
          
           
             
               I
               know
               't
               't
               is
               Nonsense
               if
               it
               but
               dessent
            
          
           
             
               From
               this
               my
               demonstrable
               Sentiment
            
             .
          
           
             As
             if
             their
             Crazy
             Noddles
             only
             were
          
           
             Th'
             Unerring
             Rule
             ,
             of
             all
             we
             should
             averr
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             sirs
             ,
             wou'd
             it
             not
             be
             a
             pretty
             sport
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             Baboons
             ,
             Aps
             and
             th'
             inferiour
             sort
          
           
             Of
             Animals
             ,
             with
             Mock'ry
             to
             dispise
          
           
             Scholastick
             Demonstrations
             of
             the
             wise
             ;
          
           
             And
             Scoff
             at
             deep-drawn
             policy
             of
             Sate
             ,
          
           
             Because
             't
             is
             far
             above
             their
             humble
             fate
             ,
          
           
             To
             judge
             of
             Matters
             of
             so
             high
             a
             rate
             .
          
        
         
           
             What
             shall
             we
             say
             then
             ,
             of
             those
             cursed
             currs
          
           
             who
             still
             resolve
             ,
             with
             diabolick
             Slurrs
             .
          
           
             God's
             mighty
             power
             and
             wisdom
             to
             reject
          
           
             And
             providential
             Ruling
             to
             neglect
             ;
          
           
             Because
             their
             purblind
             Souls
             the
             Mistery
             .
          
           
             Cann't
             Sound
             of
             Divine
             Christianity
             .
          
           
             Hence
             of
             us
             Men
             if
             diff'rent
             Species
             were
             ,
          
           
             On
             Corrolary
             sure
             I
             could
             inferr
             :
          
           
             That
             like
             us
             only
             in
             our
             outward
             shape
             .
          
           
             To
             be
             Created
             was
             their
             harder
             hap
             ,
          
           
             Devoid
             of
             that
             reflexive
             power
             so
             bright
             ,
          
           
             Which
             from
             the
             Soul
             dispells
             the
             cloudy
             Night
          
           
             Of
             Ignorance
             ,
             and
             high
             conceited
             Wit
             ,
          
           
             Which
             is
             a
             sure
             Concomitant
             of
             it
             .
          
           
             And
             show's
             us
             ,
             from
             each
             object
             that
             we
             see
             ,
          
           
             That
             so
             profess
             Socratick
             Modestie
             ,
          
           
             Is
             to
             be
             wise
             ;
             while
             of
             our
             flut'ring
             Souls
          
           
             The
             high
             flown-aims
             ,
             gross
             muddy
             Earth
             controuls
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             ,
             could
             Job's
             Patience
             suffer
             one
             to
             hear
             ,
          
           
             (
             Without
             atrembling
             ,
             Terrour
             ,
             Wrath
             &
             Fear
             ,
             )
          
           
             Those
             Sycophants
             ,
             sprung
             from
             th'
             accursed
             line
          
           
             Of
             Judas
             ,
             with
             the
             Divil
             now
             combine
             ,
          
           
             Under
             the
             Name
             of
             Deist
             ;
             to
             essay
          
           
             If
             they
             God
             ,
             Good
             ,
             and
             Reason
             can
             betray
             .
          
           
           
             A
             Deist
             !
             oh
             !
             how
             far
             's
             this
             from
             the
             thing
             ,
          
           
             That
             their
             Assertions
             in
             my
             Fancy
             bring
             ,
          
           
             A
             greater
             distance
             is
             not
             surely
             found
          
           
             By
             Thought
             ,
             in
             that
             Vacuity
             profound
             ;
          
           
             Wherein
             their
             Atoms
             merrily
             did
             Dance
             ,
          
           
             
               When
               they
               were
               Modified
               thus
               by
               Chance
               .
            
          
           
             For
             Men
             t'
             acknowledge
             that
             there
             is
             a
             GOD
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             a
             Providence
             !
             O
             thing
             most
             odd
             !
          
           
             And
             if
             a
             Providence
             ,
             then
             not
             to
             be
          
           
             A
             Christian
             ,
             is
             an
             odder
             thing
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             Methinks
             a
             Stoick
             Moralist
             ,
             who
             knew
          
           
             The
             Reasons
             why
             I
             whip
             so
             mad
             a
             Crew
             ;
          
           
             Might
             be
             convinc'd
             ,
             how
             hard
             it
             is
             to
             fight
             ,
          
           
             '
             Gainst
             what
             inheres
             in
             us
             ,
             by
             Natures
             Right
             :
          
           
             And
             learn
             from
             hence
             ,
             that
             none
             of
             innat
             dower
             ,
          
           
             Lacks
             its
             own
             proper
             Use
             ,
             had
             we
             the
             power
          
           
             To
             Use
             't
             aright
             ,
             unless
             that
             we
             (
             like
             Stocks
          
           
             Or
             Stones
             )
             were
             Metamorphosiz'd
             to
             Rocks
             .
          
           
             When
             all
             th'
             Intelligences
             that
             do
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             I'
             th'
             upper
             Regions
             ,
             or
             yet
             out
             of
             Hell
             ,
          
           
             Except
             a
             Deist
             ,
             in
             their
             proper
             way
             ,
          
           
             Banners
             of
             sullen
             Frowning
             still
             display
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             the
             Race
             of
             Mankind
             so
             decay
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ungrateful
             Monsters
             ,
             Slaves
             of
             Hell
             and
             Sin
             !
          
           
             O!
             that
             each
             Curse
             and
             Plague
             pronounc'd
             within
          
           
             That
             
               Sacred
               Volumn
            
             ,
             which
             with
             Scoffing
             ye
          
           
             Reject
             ,
             may
             on
             you
             verified
             be
             .
          
           
             On
             you
             more
             Wo's
             ,
             ten
             Thousand
             times
             ,
             denounc'd
          
           
             From
             Heav'n
             let
             be
             ,
             than
             Ovid
             hath
             pronounc'd
          
           
             Against
             his
             Ibis
             ,
             and
             O
             that
             the
             God
             ,
          
           
             Whos
             's
             '
             stablish'd
             Councils
             ye
             Revile
             ,
             the
             Rod
          
           
             Of
             His
             intollerable
             Wrath
             may
             put
          
           
             In
             execution
             ,
             and
             in
             peices
             cut
             ,
          
           
             Your
             good-contemning
             Carcases
             ,
             before
          
           
             In
             Tophet
             ye
             be
             scorch'd
             for
             evermore
             .
          
           
             Let
             ev'ry
             thing
             in
             Heav'n
             Earth
             and
             Hell
          
           
             Concur
             ,
             this
             Pestilence
             of
             Sin
             to
             quell
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             make
             th'
             infected
             ,
             Monuments
             of
             Wrath
             ,
          
           
             For
             Confirmation
             of
             our
             Christian
             Faith
             :
          
           
             Except
             ,
             whom
             God's
             unsearchable
             Decree
             ,
          
           
             Culls
             out
             for
             Objects
             of
             His
             Clemencie
             .
          
           
             But
             oh
             !
             tho
             we
             by
             Charity
             are
             bound
             ,
          
           
             This
             venerable
             Abyss
             not
             to
             sound
             ,
          
           
             Wherein
             the
             prying
             Seraphims
             are
             drown'd
             .
          
           
             Yet
             in
             the
             Sacred
             Pages
             nought
             I
             find
             ,
          
           
             But
             Ruine
             for
             a
             Christ-denying
             Mind
             .
          
           
             
               O
               Times
               !
               O
               Manners
            
             !
             may
             I
             justly
             cry
             ,
          
           
             Will
             Scotland
             nourish
             such
             Apostacy
             ?
          
           
             
               A
               Covenanted
               People
            
             !
             and
             ev'n
             while
          
           
             Such
             Glorious
             Sun-shine
             over-spreads
             the
             Isle
             !
          
           
             Shall
             this
             then
             be
             th'
             effect
             of
             Gospel
             Light
             ?
          
           
             To
             petrisy
             our
             Hearts
             and
             dim
             our
             Sight
          
           
             In
             Things
             of
             God
             ?
             if
             it
             be
             so
             ,
             no
             less
          
           
             Than
             Famine
             ,
             Sword
             ,
             and
             Pestilent
             Distress
          
           
             I
             Prophesy
             :
             Neither
             by
             taking
             part
          
           
             With
             
               Delphos
               ,
               Magick
            
             ,
             or
             
               Star-gazing
               Art
            
             :
          
           
             But
             from
             a
             reasonable
             Scrutiny
          
           
             Into
             th'
             eternal
             Rolls
             of
             Verity
             .
          
           
             Which
             do
             more
             Plagues
             '
             gainst
             such
             a
             Case
             protest
          
           
             Than
             ever
             Aegypts
             Borders
             did
             infest
             ;
          
           
             Or
             yet
             on
             Sodom
             and
             Gomorrah
             fell
             ,
          
           
             With
             all
             the
             Punishments
             reserv'd
             for
             Hell.
             
          
        
         
           
             Come
             !
             let
             a
             Rational
             and
             Holy
             Flame
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Zeal
             to
             Christ
             and
             God's
             most
             glorious
             Name
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Nations
             Honour
             ,
             and
             our
             Christian
             Right
             ,
          
           
             Inspire
             God's
             Deputes
             with
             Coelestial
             Light
             ,
          
           
             Who
             sit
             at
             Justice
             :
             That
             they
             may
             attone
          
           
             with
             Blood
             ,
             th'affronts
             of
             heav'ns
             offended
             throne
             :
          
           
             And
             turn
             away
             that
             Deluge
             of
             God's
             Ire
             ,
          
           
             Which
             threatens
             us
             worse
             than
             devouring
             Fire
             .
          
           
             Oyes
             !
             all
             Sons
             of
             Adam
             shun
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             Commerce
             of
             the
             Witlings
             o'
             the
             Day
             ;
          
           
             As
             if
             he
             Furies
             of
             the
             Dungeon
             deep
             ,
          
           
             The
             noisome
             Entry
             ,
             thereunto
             did
             keep
             :
          
           
           
             Wou'd
             I
             intrust
             that
             Monster
             with
             a
             Straw
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             Self-intrest
             is
             so
             much
             a
             Law
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             to
             this
             subordinate
             must
             be
             .
          
           
             Drown'd
             so
             in
             stupid
             Sensualitie
             ,
          
           
             That
             only
             this
             he
             studies
             as
             his
             End
             ,
          
           
             From
             worldly
             Cares
             his
             Carcase
             to
             defend
             :
          
           
             All
             ye
             on
             whom
             right
             Reason
             to
             its
             Throne
          
           
             Advanc'd
             by
             Divine
             Oracles
             hath
             shown
             ,
          
           
             By
             Grace
             illuminated
             to
             that
             pitch
             ,
          
           
             That
             perverse
             Prejudice
             cannot
             bewitch
             .
          
           
             Lo
             !
             here
             's
             a
             Trial
             of
             your
             zealous
             Love
             ,
          
           
             And
             Touch-stone
             to
             your
             Faith
             sent
             from
             Above
             .
          
           
             Endure
             with
             Courage
             then
             ,
             your
             Royal
             Yoak
             :
          
           
             For
             ye
             are
             surely
             builded
             on
             a
             Rock
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             fine
             ;
             Remember
             ye
             ,
             who
             '
             gainst
             the
             High
             ,
          
           
             And
             Holy
             One
             ,
             Who
             bless'd
             Eternity
          
           
             Inhabites
             ,
             vomit
             out
             proud
             Blasphemy
          
           
             Those
             ,
             whom
             He
             hath
             examplifi'd
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             e're
             long
             ,
             ye'll
             Tremble
             and
             Adore
             ,
          
           
             Among
             your
             Brother
             Witts
             :
             who
             ne'er
             cou'd
             be
          
           
             Perswaded
             that
             there
             was
             a
             Diety
             ,
          
           
             Who
             punish'd
             Sin
             :
             Till
             wholly
             stun'd
             with
             Evil
          
           
             They
             got
             as
             much
             Religion
             as
             the
             Divil
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           GENUINE
           CHARACTER
           OF
           A
           DEIST
           .
        
         
           A
           
             Deist
             Reduplicatively
             Considered
          
           ,
           falling
           neither
           under
           the
           Laws
           of
           Description
           ,
           nor
           legitimat
           Definition
           ,
           may
           be
           called
           a
           meer
           .
           
             I
             wot
             not
             what
          
           .
           Nor
           can
           we
           have
           a
           notion
           of
           him
           any
           other
           way
           ,
           than
           the
           Vulgar
           has
           of
           Nothing
           ,
           when
           they
           define
           it
           ,
           
             A
             Bodiless
             Shirt
             wanting
             the
             Sleeves
             ,
             viz.
          
           By
           Amputation
           of
           all
           Realities
           ,
           Yet
           I
           'm
           of
           Opinion
           ,
           that
           he
           is
           more
           apositly
           termed
           ,
           
             An
             accidental
             aggregat
             of
             Contradictions
             actually
             existent
             ,
          
           which
           is
           the
           greatest
           Paradox
           ,
           that
           ever
           was
           offered
           to
           a
           Philosopher
           .
           Or
           an
           
             Eas
             rationis
             objectively
             taken
             ,
             not
             only
             having
             an
             Ideal
             ,
             but
             a
             real
             existence
             :
          
           Which
           is
           a
           Degree
           beyond
           any
           Sophister
           ,
           that
           ever
           pretended
           to
           that
           Chimaera
           .
           And
           hence
           we
           have
           light
           in
           the
           very
           Fundamentals
           of
           his
           Non-sense
           ;
           first
           why
           he
           is
           so
           virulent
           in
           propugning
           his
           beloved
           
             Fortuitous
             concourse
          
           :
           And
           why
           
             impossibile
             est
             idem
             simul
             esse
             et
             non
             esse
             ,
             eodem
             respectu
             :
          
           with
           other
           Principles
           of
           the
           like
           Quality
           ,
           has
           so
           little
           weight
           with
           him
           :
           Seing
           he
           can
           produce
           himself
           ,
           as
           an
           undeniable
           conviction
           of
           their
           Falsities
           .
           He
           may
           be
           fitly
           called
           an
           incomparable
           Hero
           of
           Wit
           ,
           and
           is
           truely
           as
           impregnable
           by
           Reason
           ,
           as
           the
           Bass
           by
           blank
           Powder
           ;
           having
           not
           left
           so
           much
           as
           Archimedes
           his
           Punctum
           for
           you
           to
           build
           upon
           .
           And
           that
           day
           ,
           in
           which
           you
           prove
           any
           thing
           against
           him
           ,
           at
           least
           convince
           him
           that
           you
           have
           done
           so
           ;
           
             I
             'l
             prove
             the
             Moon
             to
             be
             made
             of
             Green
             Cheese
          
           ;
           especially
           so
           long
           as
           he
           keeps
           his
           
             Achil●●an
             distinction
             ;
             Secundum
             vestrum
             ,
             cognoscendi
             modum
             Co.
             Secundum
             meam
             nego
             .
          
           He
           pretends
           to
           be
           a
           great
           Friend
           to
           Reason
           ,
           which
           nevertheless
           he
           's
           as
           much
           acquainted
           with
           ,
           as
           an
           Ass
           with
           Mathematicks
           ;
           and
           truely
           ere
           you
           and
           he
           agree
           ,
           you
           must
           divest
           your self
           of
           that
           Armour
           ;
           for
           he
           's
           a
           Sceptick
           of
           the
           first
           Magnitude
           ,
           and
           the
           chiefest
           of
           that
           size
           too
           ;
           for
           discourse
           him
           upon
           never
           so
           cleat
           and
           evident
           Truths
           ,
           you
           must
           of
           necessity
           run
           in
           Infinitum
           to
           prove
           'em
           ;
           since
           he
           acknowledges
           no
           Principles
           ,
           further
           than
           they
           serve
           his
           turn
           .
           And
           I
           dare
           swear
           he
           'd
           put
           a
           crack-brain'd
           Philosopher
           out
           of
           his
           Witts
           ,
           either
           to
           prove
           or
           defend
           ,
           that
           it
           were
           himself
           .
           He
           's
           
             General
             Generalissimo
             of
             Sophisters
          
           ;
           for
           so
           long
           as
           he
           keeps
           within
           the
           Burrows
           of
           his
           Warren
           ,
           which
           are
           contrived
           more
           Artificially
           for
           his
           purpose
           ,
           than
           Daedalus
           his
           Labyrinth
           ,
           you
           'l
           never
           catch
           him
           :
           And
           if
           you
           follow
           him
           in
           ,
           I
           'l
           promise
           you
           a
           Foil
           before
           you
           come
           out
           again
           ,
           seing
           he
           has
           deprived
           you
           of
           the
           Cord
           of
           Reason
           to
           
           lead
           your
           way
           back
           .
           For
           he
           applys
           the
           objects
           of
           Sense
           to
           be
           judg'd
           by
           the
           Intellect
           ,
           
             &
             vice
             versa
          
           ;
           and
           that
           so
           dextrously
           ,
           that
           in
           all
           the
           Justice
           of
           he
           World
           he
           might
           be
           dub'd
           Knight-errant
           of
           Jugling
           or
           Leiger-demain
           ;
           and
           for
           this
           end
           ,
           he
           has
           prepared
           an
           Helmet
           of
           Adament
           ;
           and
           a
           compleat
           Coat
           of
           Armour
           consisting
           of
           loud
           Laughter
           ,
           huffing
           and
           nauseating
           disdain
           for
           a
           Sheild
           with
           this
           motto
           ,
           
             Nego
             totum
             etiam
             antequam
             audiverim
          
           :
           His
           Lance
           is
           made
           of
           Reviling
           ,
           Calumniating
           ,
           Cursing
           and
           Lying
           :
           his
           Sword
           is
           much
           of
           affinity
           to
           the
           same
           Mettal
           ,
           being
           fram'd
           of
           Sophistical
           quibbles
           ,
           having
           as
           little
           connexion
           among
           themselves
           ,
           as
           dependence
           upon
           the
           self-evident
           principles
           of
           Reason
           .
           And
           how
           can
           any
           conceive
           it
           to
           be
           otherwise
           when
           it
           was
           forged
           by
           the
           Father
           of
           Lyes
           ,
           upon
           the
           Anvil
           of
           Falsitie
           And
           whereas
           a
           Christian
           has
           no
           back-peice
           to
           be
           a
           Defence
           in
           his
           flight
           ,
           he
           hath
           this
           to
           brag
           of
           above
           him
           ,
           that
           he
           has
           one
           ,
           which
           is
           a
           Sluggish
           Carelessness
           whatever
           come
           of
           his
           Opinion
           ,
           providing
           that
           his
           Body
           be
           well
           .
           You
           'd
           think
           that
           he
           were
           a
           Monkish
           Hermite
           at
           his
           Devotion
           ,
           if
           you
           saw
           how
           seriously
           he
           looks
           ,
           when
           he
           deplores
           the
           World's
           Stupidity
           in
           paying
           a
           
             Reasonable
             Service
          
           to
           God
           their
           Creator
           ,
           Preserver
           and
           Redeemer
           .
           He
           bears
           the
           same
           Love
           to
           Church-Men
           ,
           that
           Cats
           does
           to
           Mustard
           :
           for
           he
           Wrayes
           his
           Face
           bitterly
           when
           he
           sees
           or
           hears
           'em
           ;
           &
           it
           's
           no
           wonder
           ,
           if
           we
           consider
           that
           ther
           's
           as
           much
           Enmity
           betwixt
           them
           ,
           as
           between
           a
           Basalisk
           and
           a
           Man.
           He
           's
           so
           great
           a
           lover
           of
           Monarchy
           ,
           that
           to
           have
           a
           pretence
           to
           the
           Title
           ,
           he
           's
           content
           to
           attribute
           the
           same
           to
           all
           Mankind
           ;
           and
           to
           have
           it
           Absolute
           ,
           he
           calls
           all
           civil
           power
           such
           ,
           whether
           it
           be
           Aristocracy
           ,
           Democracy
           ,
           or
           Monarchy
           .
           And
           to
           attain
           his
           End
           (
           as
           he
           thinks
           )
           the
           more
           honourably
           ,
           he
           rejects
           the
           Notions
           of
           Good
           and
           Evil
           ,
           but
           in
           so
           far
           as
           they
           contribute
           to
           ,
           or
           opugn
           his
           Designs
           :
           As
           likewise
           those
           of
           Justice
           ,
           and
           Injustice
           .
           Before
           mutual
           Paction
           ,
           which
           he
           resolves
           never
           to
           make
           sure
           ,
           as
           long
           as
           he
           can
           keep
           his
           darling
           of
           
             Mental
             Reservation
          
           ,
           and
           that
           he
           may
           turn
           his
           Coat
           with
           the
           times
           under
           the
           pretence
           of
           Reason
           ,
           he
           has
           learned
           this
           among
           the
           rest
           from
           his
           Apostle
           Hobb's
           ,
           to
           keep
           stive
           with
           the
           Strongest
           .
           and
           will
           cite
           that
           of
           the
           Poet
           ,
           
             Tempora
             mutantur
             &
             nos
             mutamur
             in
             illis
             ,
          
           ●
           for
           a
           sufficient
           Authority
           .
           He
           is
           so
           biggor
           on
           Singularity
           and
           Fame
           that
           to
           acquire
           both
           ,
           he
           feeds
           on
           Nonsense
           ,
           as
           Toads
           does
           on
           Filth
           &
           Venom
           And
           because
           he
           cannot
           be
           singular
           for
           Rationality
           ,
           which
           is
           the
           common
           Attribute
           of
           human
           Nature
           ;
           he
           degrades
           himself
           to
           a
           Beast
           ,
           and
           turns
           Irrational
           .
           He
           disdains
           I
           Confess
           to
           swear
           in
           any
           one
           Philosopher's
           
           words
           ,
           but
           under
           the
           Notion
           of
           philosophick
           Libertie
           ,
           and
           free
           use
           of
           Reason
           ,
           has
           stored
           the
           Magazine
           of
           his
           Brain
           ,
           with
           all
           the
           ridiculous
           Fopprie
           ,
           that
           either
           fell
           by
           Inadvertancy
           ,
           Contention
           ,
           Malice
           or
           Ignorance
           ,
           from
           the
           pens
           of
           Ancient
           and
           Modern
           Philosophers
           .
           Wherefore
           ,
           he
           's
           highly
           enamoured
           ,
           with
           
             Aristotel's
             Eternity
             of
             the
             world
             ,
             paucis
             mutatis
             ,
          
           with
           Epicure's
           Denial
           of
           Providence
           ,
           and
           fortuitous
           production
           of
           the
           Universe
           ,
           with
           his
           denial
           of
           the
           Souls
           Immortality
           ;
           and
           especially
           with
           his
           Assertion
           that
           temporal
           Pleasure
           is
           the
           
             Summum
             bonum
          
           ,
           or
           last-end
           of
           Mankind
           ,
           and
           enveighs
           against
           Gassendus
           ,
           for
           spending
           so
           much
           pains
           in
           vindicating
           the
           
             Old
             Dottard
          
           from
           this
           Brand
           of
           Infamy
           ,
           which
           he
           accounts
           his
           chiefest
           Glory
           .
           Nor
           is
           he
           less
           taken
           with
           
             Des
             Cates
          
           his
           Dubitation
           ,
           adoring
           it
           as
           a
           chief
           Pillar
           of
           his
           Scepticism
           and
           his
           Vortices
           ,
           with
           the
           assertion
           ,
           
             that
             Mater
             and
             motion
             being
             granted
             ,
             all
             cou'd
             fall
             out
             as
             they
             are
             ,
             without
             the
             concurrance
             of
             an
             inteligent
             Over-ruling
             Power
             .
          
           This
           differing
           nothing
           from
           Epicure
           ,
           but
           that
           the
           Particles
           lack
           a
           Vocuum
           to
           hoble
           and
           dance
           in
           .
           He
           likewise
           animadvrerts
           an
           admirable
           Congruence
           ,
           betwixt
           this
           Author's
           
             Clock-works
             animals
          
           ,
           and
           Epicurus
           his
           deniall
           of
           the
           Souls
           Immortality
           ;
           For
           (
           says
           he
           )
           
             Men
             and
             Beasts
             vary
             only
             in
             the
             more
             and
             the
             less
             .
          
           He
           no
           less
           savours
           this
           Authors
           rejecting
           of
           the
           Consideration
           of
           Final
           Causes
           in
           Phisicks
           ,
           interpreting
           it
           to
           be
           an
           implicite
           denial
           of
           Providence
           .
           But
           least
           I
           weary
           you
           with
           his
           Nonsenfe
           ,
           it
           shall
           suffice
           to
           indicat
           what
           for
           a
           Philosopher
           he
           is
           ,
           to
           declar
           what
           cursed
           Author
           's
           are
           his
           dearest
           darlings
           ;
           which
           are
           ,
           first
           the
           excellent
           Head-pice
           of
           Malmsbury
           the
           incomparable
           (
           for
           Nonsence
           to
           Wit
           ,
           )
           
             Theologue
             and
             Philosoph
             Spinoza
          
           ,
           with
           
             Lucretius
             Redivivus
          
           ,
           I
           mean
           
             Blunt's
             Oracles
             of
             Nonsense
          
           .
           He
           's
           so
           great
           an
           Affector
           of
           Novelties
           (
           &
           that
           so
           much
           the
           more
           in
           how
           much
           they
           contradict
           Sense
           &
           Reason
           )
           that
           he
           looks
           upon
           the
           Author
           's
           of
           them
           ,
           as
           second
           Solomons
           ,
           or
           third
           Cato's
           fall'n
           from
           Heav'n
           And
           although
           ,
           he
           reject
           all
           Histories
           that
           are
           above
           Fourty
           Years
           old
           ,
           for
           meer
           Romances
           ,
           yet
           ,
           he
           is
           as
           didactical
           ,
           in
           in
           the
           Embrios
           of
           his
           Fancy
           ,
           which
           he
           thinks
           may
           serve
           his
           turn
           any
           way
           ,
           as
           if
           you
           had
           seen
           it
           with
           your
           Eyes
           ;
           tho'
           he
           feign
           it
           to
           have
           been
           done
           Fourty
           Thousand
           Years
           since
           .
           And
           hence
           it
           is
           ,
           that
           he
           will
           rather
           believe
           ,
           that
           there
           are
           
             Rosy-crusian
             Chimists
          
           wand'ring
           about
           the
           World
           in
           aereal
           Vehicles
           ,
           than
           that
           there
           ever
           was
           such
           a
           Man
           as
           Moses
           or
           
             Iulius
             Caesar
          
           ;
           for
           which
           cause
           he
           has
           a
           very
           ill
           gust
           of
           Mr
           
             Lock
             's
             Moral
             way
             of
             Demonstration
          
           ,
           however
           well
           he
           may
           please
           other
           parts
           of
           his
           works
           
           But
           to
           extricat
           our selves
           from
           this
           stinking
           Tale
           ,
           he
           's
           a
           transcendental
           Evil
           (
           which
           is
           another
           Paradox
           ,
           or
           rather
           ,
           Rhetorical
           Hyperboly
           ,
           tho'
           not
           so
           far
           strain'd
           as
           
             Sublimi
             feriam
             sidera
             vertice
          
           )
           or
           if
           you
           will
           ,
           he
           is
           a
           Constellation
           fix'd
           in
           direct
           opposition
           to
           all
           Good
           ,
           composed
           of
           Malice
           ,
           Hatred
           and
           Self-conceit
           ,
           which
           two
           first
           ,
           are
           as
           inseparable
           from
           the
           last
           ,
           as
           Heat
           from
           Fire
           ;
           and
           is
           truely
           the
           greatest
           plague
           that
           can
           be
           inflicted
           on
           a
           human
           Society
           ,
           tho'
           he
           accounts
           himself
           the
           
             primum
             mobile
          
           of
           it
           .
           He
           surpasses
           the
           most
           malevolent
           of
           all
           the
           Devils
           ,
           in
           every
           thing
           except
           knowledge
           ;
           and
           happy
           is't
           for
           the
           World
           that
           't
           is
           so
           ordred
           ,
           for
           had
           he
           knowledge
           preportionate
           to
           his
           Diabolical
           Qualities
           ,
           he
           would
           degrade
           Lucifer
           ,
           and
           lead
           the
           Van
           of
           Hell
           himself
           ;
           for
           fear
           of
           whose
           Tyranny
           the
           Furies
           themselves
           would
           tremble
           .
           If
           you
           speak
           seriously
           to
           him
           he
           'll
           swear
           you
           're
           an
           Enthusiast
           ,
           and
           't
           is
           as
           great
           folly
           to
           discourse
           him
           that
           way
           ,
           as
           to
           read
           Moral
           Dissertations
           to
           an
           Ass
           .
           He
           's
           a
           meer
           Ape
           mounted
           on
           the
           pegasian
           Wings
           of
           a
           rampant
           Imagination
           ,
           delighting
           himself
           to
           rove
           in
           an
           imaginary
           Vacuity
           ,
           where
           he
           egarly
           pursues
           the
           Quary
           which
           his
           ill-codled
           Brains
           exhibites
           to
           him
           ;
           ignorant
           that
           he
           shall
           incontinently
           tumble
           into
           the
           infinite
           Abyss
           of
           a
           bottomless
           Pit.
           Or
           ,
           he
           's
           a
           Galleass
           of
           the
           first
           Rate
           ,
           of
           the
           kingdom
           of
           Darkness
           ,
           toss'd
           by
           the
           wind
           of
           Pride
           in
           an
           Ocean
           of
           Folly
           ,
           were
           the
           Devil
           personally
           drives
           at
           the
           Helm
           .
           Finally
           ,
           he
           's
           the
           Excrements
           of
           the
           Creation
           ,
           the
           ultimat
           Butt
           of
           God's
           Wrath
           ,
           the
           Subject
           of
           Satan's
           laughter
           ,
           and
           Object
           of
           Mans
           Derision
           ;
           
             Where
             we
             leave
             him
          
           .
        
         
           Having
           put
           a
           Period
           to
           our
           Conception
           of
           a
           Deist
           ,
           we
           shall
           in
           the
           last
           place
           present
           the
           Reader
           with
           that
           Unerring
           Character
           which
           the
           Spirit
           of
           God
           describes
           them
           by
           ,
           in
           the
           Oracles
           of
           Truth
           .
           Which
           may
           serve
           ,
           if
           not
           for
           the
           Conviction
           of
           their
           seared
           Consciences
           ,
           yet
           both
           for
           the
           establishing
           of
           wavering
           or
           weak
           Christians
           ,
           and
           for
           corroborating
           or
           encouraging
           the
           stronger
           .
           And
           may
           be
           unto
           us
           as
           a
           Mirror
           ,
           in
           which
           we
           may
           evidently
           contemplat
           the
           Immensity
           of
           God's
           Love
           and
           Providence
           ,
           in
           giving
           us
           a
           Watch-word
           against
           so
           strong
           Delusion
           ;
           which
           (
           as
           our
           Saviour
           Himself
           affirms
           )
           wou'd
           deceive
           the
           Elect
           ,
           if
           it
           were
           possible
           .
        
         
           Of
           these
           accursed
           Apostats
           who
           separat
           themselves
           from
           us
           by
           the
           Name
           of
           Deists
           ,
           Saint
           Paul
           speaks
           in
           2
           Tim.
           3.
           2.
           thus
           ,
           
             For
             Men
             shall
             be
             Lovers
             of
             their
             own
             selves
             ,
             Covetous
             ,
             Boasters
             ,
             Proud
             ,
             Blasphemers
             ,
             Disobedient
             to
             Parents
             ,
             Unthankful
             ,
             Unholy
             ,
          
           Vers
           .
           3.
           
           Without
           
           
             natural
             Affection
             ,
             Truce-breakers
             ,
             false
             Accusers
             ,
             Incontinent
             ,
             Fierce
             ,
             Despifers
             of
             those
             that
             are
             Good
             ,
          
           Vers
           .
           4.
           
           
             Traitors
             ,
             Heady
             ,
             High-minded
             ,
             Lovers
             of
             Pleasures
             more
             than
             Lovers
             of
             God.
          
           Vers
           .
           8.
           
           
             Now
             as
          
           Jannes
           and
           Jambres
           withstood
           Moses
           ,
           
             so
             do
             these
             also
             resist
             the
             Truth
             :
             Men
             of
             corrupt
             Minds
             ,
             reprobat
             concerning
             the
             Faith.
          
           Vers
           .
           9.
           
           
             But
             they
             shall
             proceed
             no
             further
             :
             for
             their
             Folly
             shall
             be
             manifest
             to
             all
             Men
             ,
             as
             theirs
             also
             was
             .
          
           And
           Jude
           excellently
           describes
           them
           in
           this
           manner
           ,
           Vers
           .
           4.
           
             —
             Who
             were
             of
             old
             before
             ordained
             to
             this
             Condemnation
             ,
             ungodly
             Men
             ,
             turning
             the
             Grace
             of
             God
             into
             Lasciviousness
             ,
             and
             denying
             the
             only
             Lord
             God
             ,
             and
             our
             Lord
             Jesus
             Christ
             .
          
           Vers
           8.
           
           
             Likewise
             also
             these
             filthy
             Dreamers
             defile
             the
             Flesh
             ,
             despise
             Dominion
             ,
             speak
             Evil
             of
             Dignities
             .
          
           Vers
           .
           10.
           
           
             But
             these
             speak
             Evil
             of
             those
             things
             which
             they
             know
             not
             :
             but
             what
             they
             know
             naturally
             as
             bruit
             Beasts
             ,
             in
             these
             things
             they
             corrup
             themselves
             .
          
           Vers
           .
           11.
           
           
             Wo
             be
             unto
             them
             ,
             for
             they
             have
             gone
             the
             way
             of
          
           Cain
           ,
           &c.
           Vers
           .
           12.
           
           
             Those
             are
             spots
             in
             your
             Feasts
             of
             Charity
             ,
             when
             they
             feast
             with
             you
             ,
             feeding
             themselves
             without
             fear
             :
             Clouds
             they
             are
             without
             water
             ,
             carried
             aboat
             with
             winds
             ;
             Trees
             whose
             Fruits
             withereth
             ,
             without
             Fruit
             twice
             dead
             ,
             plucked
             up
             by
             the
             roots
             ;
             raging
             Waves
             of
             the
             Sea
             foaming
             out
             their
             own
             shame
             ,
             wandering
             Stars
             ,
             to
             whom
             is
             reserved
             the
             blackness
             of
             darkness
             for
             ever
             .
          
           16.
           
           
             These
             are
             Murmurers
             ,
             Complainers
             ,
             walking
             after
             their
             own
             Lusts
             ,
             and
             their
             Mouths
             speaking
             great
             swelling
             words
             ,
          
           &c.
           Vers
           .
           19.
           
           
             These
             be
             they
             that
             separate
             themselves
             ,
             sensual
             ,
             having
             not
             the
             Spirit
             .
          
           To
           the
           same
           purpose
           speaks
           Peter
           in
           the
           whole
           2
           Chapter
           of
           his
           Epistle
           ,
           with
           many
           other
           places
           of
           sacred
           Write
           .
           We
           shall
           conclude
           with
           that
           in
           2
           Pet.
           3.
           17
           ,
           18.
           
           
             Ye
             therefore
             ,
             Beloved
             ,
             seing
             ye
             know
             these
             things
             before
             ,
             beware
             lest
             ye
             also
             being
             led
             away
             with
             the
             Error
             of
             the
             Wicked
             ,
             fall
             from
             your
             own
             stedfastness
             .
             But
             grow
             in
             Grace
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             Knowledge
             of
             our
             Lord
             Jesus
             Christ
             ;
             to
             Him
             be
             Glory
             both
             now
             and
             ever
             .
             Amen
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .