When civil fury first grew high,
And men fell out they knew not why,
When hard Words, Jealousies,and Fears,
Set Folks together by the Ears,
And made them fight, like mad or drunk,
For Dame Religion, as for Punk,
Whose honesty they all durst swear for,
Though not a man of them knew wherefore :
When Gospel-Trumpeter surrounded,
With long-ear'd rout to Battel sounded,
And Pulpit, Drum Ecclesiastick,
Was beat with fist, instead of a stick :
Then did Sir Knight abandon dwelling,
And out he rode a Colonelling.