_Citt._ So that here's One great point quickly over; in thy being Train'd to my hand: A man might lay thee down _Instructions_, now, for thy very _Words_, _Looks_, _Motions_, _Gestures_; nay thy very _Garments_; but we'l leave those matters to Time, and Study. It is a strange thing how Nature puts her self forth, in these _Externall Circumstances_. Ye shall Know a _Sanctifi'd Sister_, or a _Gifted Brother_ more by the _Meene_, _Countenance_, and _Tone_, then by the Tenour of their _Lives_, and _Manners_. It is a Comely thing for Persons of the Same Perswasion, to agree in these _Outward Circumstances_, even to the _drawing_ of the _same Tone_, and _making_ of the _same Face_: Always provided, that there may be read in our _Appearances_, a _Singularity of Zeal_, a _Contempt of the World_, a _fore-boding of Evills to come_; a _dissatisfaction at the Present Times_; and a _Despair of Better_. Bum. _Why This is the very Part, that I was Made for; these Humours are to be put =On=, and =Off=, as a man would shift his =Gloves=; and you shall see me do't as Easily too; but the =Language= must be got, I Phansy, by Conversing with =Modern Authours=, and frequenting =Religious Exercises=._ _Citt._ Yes, yes, and for a help to your memory I would advise you to dispose of your Observations into these _Three Heads_, _Words_, _Phrases_, and _Metaphors_: Do you conceive me? The Force of Looks and Tones. Bum. _There's not a word you say, falls to the Ground. And I am the more sensible of the force of =Words=, =Looks=, =Tones=, and =Metaphors= (as ye call 'um) from what I finde in my self. =Ours= certainly may be well term'd a =Powerfull Ministry=, that makes a man cry like a Child at the very =Noyse= of a Torrent of =Words= that he does not =Understand One Syllable= of. Nay, when I have been out of reach of hearing the =Words=, the very =Tone= and =Look=, has =Melted= me._ A Moving Metaphor. _Citt._ Thou canst not but have heard of _That Moving Metaphor_ of the late Reverend _Mr. Fowler_: _Lord Sowse us;_ (says he) _Lord Dowse us, in the Powdering-Tubb of Affliction; that we may come forth Tripes worthy of thy Holy Table._ Who can resist the _Inundation_ of This _Rhetorique_? But let us now pass from the _Generall Ornaments_ of our _Profession_, to the _Particular businesse_ of our _present Case_. I need not tell you, _Bumpkin_, of the _Plott_, or that we are all running into _Popery_; and that the best Service _Englishman_ can do his Country, would be the ripping up of This Designe to the _Bottom_. Bum. _I am so much of Your Opinion, that you have Spoken my very Thoughts._ _Citt._ Bethink your self, _Bumpkin_; what _Papists_ do you know? Bum. _Oh, hang 'um all, I never come near any of 'Um._ _Citt._ But yet you may have Heard, perhaps, of some people that are _Popishly affected_. Bum. _Yes, yes; There are abundance of Them._ _Citt._ Can you prove that ever they _Sayd_, or _Did_ any thing, in favour of the _Papists_?