_Smectymnuus!_ the Goblin makes me start, I'th'name of Rabbi _Abraham_, what art? _Syriack?_ or _Arabick?_ or _Welsh?_ what skilt? Ap all the Brick-layers that _Babel_ built. Some Conjurer translate, and let me know it; Till then 'tis fit for a _West-Saxon_ Poet. But do the Brother-hood then play their prizes, Like Mummers in Religion with Disguizes? Out-brave us with a name in rank and file, A name which if't were train'd would spread a mile; The Saints Monopoly, the zealous Cluster, Which like a Porcupine presents a Muster. Thus he shined with equal Light and Influence, until that great defection of Loyalty over-spread the Land, and Rebellion began to unvizard it self; of which no Man had more sagacious Prognosticks, of which take this one instance; when _Oliver Cromwell_ was in Election to be Burgess for the Town of _Cambridge_, as he ingaged all his Friends and Interests to oppose it; so when it was passed, he said with much passionate zeal, _That single vote ruined both Church and Kingdom_; such fatal events did he presage from his bloody Beak: For no sooner did that _Harpey_ appear in the University, but he made good what was predicted of him, and he amongst others, that were outed for their Loyalty, was turned out of his Fellowship at St. _Johns_; out of which Loyal Colledge was then ejected Dr. _Beal_ the Master, thirteen Batchellors of Divinity, and fourteen Masters of Art, besides Mr. _Cleveland_. And now being forced from the Colledge, he betook himself to the Camp, and particularly to _Oxford_ the Head quarter of it, as the most proper and proportionate Sphere for his Wit, Learning, and Loyalty; and added no small Lustre to that famous University, with which it shined before. Here he managed his Pen as the highest Panegyrist (witness his _Rupertismus_, his Elegy on the Bishop of _Canterbury_, &c.) on the one side to draw out all good inclinations to vertue: and the smartist Satyrist, exemplifi'd in the _Rebel Scot_, the _Scots Apostacy_, which he presented with such a Satyrical Fury, that the whole Nation fares the worse for it, lying under a most grievous Poetical Censure. Such also were his Poem of _The mixt Assembly_, his Character of a _London_ Diurnal, and a _Committee-Man_; Blows that shakes triumphing Rebellion, reaching the Souls of those not to be reached by Law or Power, striking each Traytor to a Paleness, beyond that of any Loyal Corps, that bled by them; such Characters being as indelible as Guilt stabs beyond Death.