Verse 1
See, the last brutish refuge see
Of baffled infidelity!
Inrag’d at our success,
Our words unable to gainsay,
The world their impotence betray,
And seek by force t’ oppress.
Verse 2
Shall women too the fight maintain,
Their sex forget, their honour stain,
By furious passions stirr’d,
Devoutly shew their blindful zeal,
Or think, whoe’er the servants kill,
Must greatly please the Lord?
Verse 3
Shall men of name and dignity
With basest rioters agree,
And head the multitude?
Or magistrates their power abuse,
As fools employ’d by wicked Jews
To persecute the good?
Verse 4
In Satan’s cause they all combine:
And then we fly, by God’s design,
To other sinners driven,
Who gladly our report believe,
And listning crouds the truth receive,
And know their sins forgiven.