What a parcel of Rogues are assembled together here? I'll call the Mobb to gut them.

Pray Dr. hold; here's a thousand Louis d'ors for thee.

Come, thou lookst like a true Musullman; here's twenty Purses more.

You Rascals and Scoundrels, I scorn your Money; but oh! There's whip­ing Dr. Sherlock.

I and my Ally Sultan, are both come in propriis Personis, to thank the Master of the Christian Temple for his late Book, which perhaps may do us more Service than all the Mercenary Pens of France, or than all our Dragoons and Jani­zaries. I have now God Almighty's Autho­rity, and an irresistable Power in Lorrain, Franch Comte, Strasburgh, Treves, Flanders and Savoy; though I confess, I ravish'd them away from their legal Owners, contrary to my own Oaths and sacred Treaties; yet Heaven justifies me by her Oracle Dr. Sher­lock, who proclaims to all the World, that Providence brought these things to pass, and that God has deputed me his Vice­gerent with an uncontroulable Commission. The Lorrainers and Savoyards must now fight against God, if they fight against me or for their lawful Dukes.

My Case is the same; this Christian Priest has pleaded my Divine Authority over the Holy Land, and Christ's Sepulchre: If the Vizier had taken Vienna in the year 1683, and had swallowed all the Roman Empire, where could have been the Perfidy, and the Treachery, which Christendom brands us Mahometans with, and which our Mufti has often thrown in our faces; seeing the great English Apostle at­tributes all to Providence, and seals all Success with the Finger of God Almighty? Upon our Settlement in Germany, the Na­tives had been oblig'd to bear Allegiance to us, and never to restore their Emperor and Electors.

Pox, Catzo; my Brother Dr. stole that School-boy's Notion out of Lucan; Victrix causa dijs placuit: But yet the great Cato (whom Sir William Temple might have plac'd in his immortal Essay of Heroick Vertue) was of another Opinion, and could by no Flattery nor Promise, be brought to call Caesar a Ruler. If his Priests had told him, that the Gods had brought all that a­bout, and that Heaven had Ordain'd and Commission'd Caesar to be Irresistible Em­peror of Rome, how would his Vertue, and his Constancy, seated on the true brow of Majesty, have thrown disdain upon those vile Sycophants, and Betrayers of their Coun­try? Si quis potestatem Populi Romani laeserit, Is morte puniendus.

Methinks, Gentlemen, you are very merry, and familiar, considering you are God's Representatives. How came that impudent Dr. of Divinity into your Company? They are asham'd of him at Dick's, and the Temple Club, as Mr. Ph. in­forms me. Et cum nemini obtrudi potest, itur ad Deos.

I do not trouble God Almigh­ty half so much as thou dost; I never call him down upon the Stage, to act in all Scenes and Revolutions of State, as thou dost every day: Thou makest him always the Harlequin and Scaramouchi of thy Farces; a King can­not tread the Carpet, but all the Host of Heaven must be summon'd; though thy King is one day Noakes, the next day Lee; [Page 2] one day Christian, another day Turk, some­times neither. Now, Brother Doctor, I never fill my head with these Chimerical, Fairy fancies of things done in Heaven, I look only upon Men and Things, upon Laws and Compacts; whilst thou, poor man, dream'st in thy Study, all vapour'd with Hypocondriack Enthusiasm, tickled with Visions, or else swell'd with Envy, Pride or Ambition; I drink Coffee amongst the Beaux Esprits, mores hominum video & urbes, and hear more truth in one day from those fellows you call Atheists, than from a 130 Pulpits in a Year; they all believe in one God, are of no Sect, or Cabal, under no prejudice of Education or Interest, are neither Jews, Turks, nor Christians, but all Tamerlanes.

This Pillory-Doctor has the most Wit of the two; I perceive he has had better Education: However Brother Sultan, the Visionary Doctor is for our pur­pose; for he Damns the Huguenots now in Arms against me, all the Vaudoies, and all the Prince of Orang's Friends, who took up Arms against God's Authority; but the Devil is in this Doctor, who at the same time runs down my dear Ally Teckely, and sets up my mortal Enemy Frederick William with God's Commission; tho' that's my comfort the Doctor unmans the People of England, puts them all into Hell, takes away their Arms of Laws, and the Weapons of their Senate, destroys the basis of their State, Acts of Convention and Parliament, and sets the Prince up in a floating Enchanted Castle in the Air, built by Centaurs, Hobgoblin's, Bo's, Nick, &c. As for the Doctor's new Com­mission from Heaven that he fastens to the Prince of Orange whether he will or no, I care not a rush for it; my Friend James will soon cancel that, for he still retains his Right, and wants nothing but Possession. I'le see next Summer what 120 Men of War, and 30000 Land-men will do; but then this Divelish Doctor robs me of all the Glo­ry, and of all the Power; for Providence must do the feat, and James derive all his Authority from God; no thanks to my Arms, or Money; and the Doctor curses the People that shall offer to assist his Right­ful Legal James; so that in the main he breaks our heads, and then gives us a Plaister, and seems resolv'd to fall like a Cat upon his Feet: Sometimes he plays the Williamite, but in a fools Coat, sometimes the Jacobite under a Vizard; sometimes he tells the Peo­ple 'tis Damnation to Fight for the Prince of Orange; then a little while after 'tis Dam­nation to Fight against him: 'Twas Dam­nation in the Year 88, to Fight against Jemmy; and now 'tis the same Sin to fight for him; so that this famous Doctor plays the Merry Andrew with the World, and like the Powder of Pimper le Pimp, turns up what Trump the Knave of Clubs calls for.

You Kings being Heavens Brats, may rail and do what you please; I'le Swear to Obey you all, if you were ten Thousand; mount the Throne, and you are as much Jure Divino as I am in the Pul­pit; however take heed how you disgust me; for at one Stroke I can utterly destroy both your selves and your Governments. Alamanzor, Scanderbeg, and all Sir William Temple's Hero's are but Pigmies to me; I can command God Almighty to be of what side I please; Heaven is my Foot-stool. I'le undertake to make Captain Tom, the most Dreadful, the most Soveraign, and the most Divine Thing upon Earth.

I would only know which way you would confer that Power upon him; for why should not I convey it as well as you? Will you send it in a Basket as a Token of your pure Love to absolute Sove­raignty, or in a Billet Dieu, or in a Poulet as I us'd to do to the Nuns at Salamanca?

The two Sultans are gone; Sirrah Oates avoid the Room, I'le have no further Conference with an Anti-Athanasian Doctor.

I'le go when I think fit; I be­lieve all Creeds more than your new coin'd one of Allegiance; so I dismiss thee with a Spe (que) Metu (que) Procul hinc, procul ito, Ho (que)