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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The CONDEMNATION OF VVHIG and TORY.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<LG>
<L>I am neither <HI>Whig</HI>nor <HI>Tory,</HI></L>
<L>But a Subject truly Loyal,</L>
<L>As you'll &s;ee by what's before yee;</L>
<L>Who &s;till does pray for the Royal</L>
<SIGNED>C. R.</SIGNED>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<LG>
<L>SIrs, What's the matter? 's all the World grown mad?</L>
<L>Or is't our I&s;le alone, that with this &s;ad</L>
<L>Di&s;temper is po&s;&s;e&s;s'd? Surely we,</L>
<L>Our Stately <HI>Bedlam</HI> built by Prophe&s;ie:</L>
<L>To two Extreams we all do madly run;</L>
<L>And Moderation (which &s;hould heal us) &s;hun.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Better it were, both th' <HI>Tories</HI> and the <HI>Whiggs,</HI></L>
<L>Had &s;pent their time in whipping Tops and Giggs,</L>
<L>Than thus di&s;turb our Peace, make &s;uch a &s;tir,</L>
<L>For and again&s;t a Popi&s;h Succe&s;&s;or;</L>
<L>When God knows whether it be &s;o or no;</L>
<L>Or if it be, can change him from a Foe</L>
<L>To our Religion, make him a Faithful Friend,</L>
<L>And Zealous Prote&s;tant before his End;</L>
<L>Or if we have not Faith enough to hope</L>
<L>For his Redemption from the <HI>French</HI> and <HI>Pope.</HI></L>
<L>Yet God can us pre&s;erve from all our Fears,</L>
<L>By adding many more to <HI>Charles</HI> his Years;</L>
<L>Who (Thanks to Heaven) yet does fill the Throne,</L>
<L>And may do (till <HI>Rome</HI>'s Downfall) if my own,</L>
<L>And other Prayers be heard, who daily cry</L>
<L>For Heavens Ble&s;&s;ings on His Maje&s;ty;</L>
<L>For's long and happy Reign, and 'twould become</L>
<L>Others to do &s;o, rather than beat the Drum,</L>
<L>And noi&s;e abroad their Fears, di&s;tract the Rout,</L>
<L>And kindle Flames they know not to put out;</L>
<L>Provoke His Maje&s;ty, and all becau&s;e</L>
<L>They cannot have their Will o'th King and Laws;</L>
<L>And therefore rob him of his People's Hearts,</L>
<L>(It's Felony, I'll prov't whoever &s;tarts)</L>
<L>His Right to them's undoubted, they're his Store,</L>
<L>His Strength, his Wealth, who &s;teals them, makes him poor.</L>
<L>Does wrong him more than he that takes your Pur&s;e</L>
<L>Wrongs you, or he that fairly &s;teals your Hor&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But there are others whom I mu&s;t not &s;pare,</L>
<L>Who contribute (at lea&s;t) as large a Share</L>
<L>To our Di&s;tractions, and while they pretend</L>
<L>To greater Loyalty than others, bend</L>
<L>Their Wits, their Actions, Pens, their Tongues and Lips,</L>
<L>The Splendor of our Sovereign to eclip&s;e,</L>
<L>By crying up the High-born Prince, his Brother,</L>
<L>As if the World, nor we had &s;uch another,</L>
<L>When (Thanks to Heaven) we have the <HI>Elder Brother.</HI></L>
<L>Him they extol, of him all places ring,</L>
<L>They'l &s;carce allow's to cry <HI>God &s;ave the King.</HI></L>
<L>Drink but the King's Health, before 'tis half gone round,</L>
<L>Th' other mu&s;t follow, and mu&s;t all confound</L>
<L>That take it not, or they mu&s;t drink, or die,</L>
<L>Or fly the place, or fight the Company.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Such their Devotion is to th' Ri&s;ing Sun,</L>
<L>They cannot &s;tay untill our day be done.</L>
<L>But hold, bold Wights, too forwardly you run,</L>
<L>Our Sun &s;hines bright, and's little pa&s;t its Noon;</L>
<L>We hope to bask &s;till in his warmer Beams,</L>
<L>And when toward Evening he ca&s;ts larger Streams,</L>
<L>To re&s;t our &s;elves under the quiet Shade,</L>
<L>His happy Government for us has made.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I hate to &s;ee him jo&s;tled from his Throne,</L>
<L>Or in it either, be't by more or one,</L>
<L>That &s;eek to eclip&s;e his Glory, drown his Name,</L>
<L>With the loud Noi&s;es of the growing Fame</L>
<L>Of <HI>James</HI> the Second, a Prince whom I admire;</L>
<L>But &s;till Great <HI>Charles</HI> his Name mu&s;t &s;ound the higher.</L>
<L>It grieves and vexes too, &s;ometime to a Rage,</L>
<L>To hear him treated, as going off the Stage,</L>
<L>As if his Work were o're, his Race were run,</L>
<L>And only gaz'd at, as the Setting Sun.</L>
<L>And though he's &s;prightly, &s;trong, &s;ound, brisk and brave,</L>
<L>Yet they'll needs have it, he's one Foot i'th Grave.</L>
<L>All to call off the People's Hearts and Eyes,</L>
<L>From him to th' Sun they look &s;hould next ari&s;e.</L>
<L>But Heaven will di&s;appoint their Hopes, I tru&s;t,</L>
<L>By ble&s;&s;ing <HI>Charles</HI> with a Long Reign and Ju&s;t,</L>
<L>Removing Jealou&s;ies and cau&s;le&s;s Fears,</L>
<L>Both from his Commons and his Loyal Peers,</L>
<L>Creating mutual Confidence in both,</L>
<L>The want of which has caus'd (I'm very loath</L>
<L>To &s;ay) how many Mi&s;chiefs, and how great</L>
<L>I'd rather try to find out a Receipt,</L>
<L>To cure our Ills, they're only to repeat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The while the World &s;tands we can ne'er expect,</L>
<L>From a prevailing Party, Faction, Sect;</L>
<L>But from an Union of <HI>True Prote&s;tants,</HI></L>
<L>(And Oh, 'tis that our Kingdom Chiefly wants)</L>
<L>And a right Under&s;tanding 'twixt our King,</L>
<L>And all his Faithful Subjects, who do bring</L>
<L>Hearts full of Loyalty, and Zeal to &s;erve</L>
<L>Him, and their Country, and both to pre&s;erve.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And when he calls, may he a Parliament</L>
<L>As ready find, to own confe&s;s, repent</L>
<L>Th' unkindnes, ra&s;hne&s;s of &s;ome Votes that pa&s;t</L>
<L>The lower Hou&s;e: As forward yet at la&s;t</L>
<L>To treat their Royal Sovereign with all true</L>
<L>Reverence and Obedience which is due</L>
<L>To Sacred Maje&s;ty; t' accept, embrace</L>
<L>His Royal Offers (made with &s;o much Grace)</L>
<L>To joyn with them in what&s;oever &s;hall</L>
<L>Be thought effectual to &s;ecure us all,</L>
<L>Again&s;t, alas, our too ju&s;t Fears of <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>Both at the pre&s;ent, and for time to come.</L>
<L>(One thing excepted only) and let't &s;till</L>
<L>Excepted be for me, while tho&s;e that will</L>
<L>Approve them&s;elves good Patriots, do betake</L>
<L>Them&s;elves to find Expedients, or to make</L>
<L>Such into Acts, as by his Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>In a late Speech was laid before their Eye,</L>
<L>As means effectual thought, for to re&s;train</L>
<L>Papi&s;ts and Popery breaking in again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But let not be forgot then due Supplies,</L>
<L>T' enable him to &s;uccor his Allies.</L>
<L>(Who mu&s;t a Prey be to th' devouring Bands</L>
<L>Of the proud <HI>French,</HI> 'le&s;s re&s;cu'd by his Hands;)</L>
<L>And to re&s;tore the Grandeur of his Court,</L>
<L>Enable him to relieve tho&s;e re&s;ort</L>
<L>To him for Shelter, who do hither fly,</L>
<L>To &s;hun the Cruelties of Popery.</L>
<L>To maintain his Right, and Honor of the Seas,</L>
<L>Curb the In&s;ulting Pirates that di&s;-ea&s;e</L>
<L>And plague our Merchants ev'n as they plea&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nay, let him know when you've been very kind,</L>
<L>The re&s;t, in's Peoples Pur&s;es that's behind,</L>
<L>'S ready at's Call, to defend him and's I&s;les,</L>
<L>From <HI>French, Turk, Pope, Papi&s;ts,</HI> and all their Wiles,</L>
<L>That Popery ne'er enter here agen,</L>
<L>And let the People cry <HI>Amen, Amen.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>R. W.</HI> in the Year, 1681.</P>
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