Upon sea voyages I sometimes find Men trade with Lapland witches for a wind, And by those purchas'd gales, quick as their thought, To the desired port are safely brought. We need not here on skilful Hopkins call, The State's allow'd Witch-finder General. For (though Rebellion wants no cad nor elf, But is a perfect witchcraft of itself) We could with little help of art reveal Those learn'd magicians with whom you deal: 120 We all your juggles, both for time and place, From Derby-house to Westminster can trace, The circle where the factious jangle meet To trample Law and Gospel under feet; In which, like bells rung backward, they proclaim The Kingdom by their wild-fire set on flame, And, quite perverting their first rules, invent What mischief may be done by Parliament: We know your holy flamens, and can tell What spirits vote within the Oracle; 130 Have found the spells and incantations too, By whose assistance you such wonders do. For divers years the credit of your wars Hath been kept up by these Familiars, Who, that they may their providence express, Both find you pay, and purchase your success: No wonder then you must the garland wear, Who never fought but with a silver spear. We grant the war's unhappy consequence, With all the num'rous plagues which grow from thence, 140 Murders and rapes, threats of disease and dearth, From you as for the proper Spring take birth; You may for laws enact the public wrongs, With all foul violence to them belongs; May bawl aloud the people's right and pow'r, Till by your sword you both of them devour (For this brave liberty by you upcried Is to all others but yourselves denied), May with seditious fires the land embroil, And, in pretence to quench them, take the spoil; 150 You may Religion to your lust subdue, For these are actions only worthy you: Yet when your projects, crown'd with wish'd event, Have made you masters of the ill you meant, You never must the soldiers' glory share, Since all your trophies executions are: Not thinking your successes understood, Unless recorded and scor'd up in blood.