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<HEAD>ADVICE to the PAINTER, From a Satyrical Night-MUSE, FOR Limning to the Life the Witne&s;&s;es Again&s;t the Right Honourable, Anthony, Earl of Shaftsbury.</HEAD>
<L>PAINTER, Draw near, Draw here the leering Look,</L>
<L>Of th' By-got <HI>Blood-hounds</HI> when they Swore on th' <HI>Book,</HI></L>
<L>Licking their Lips, and Tantalizing for</L>
<L>More Noble Blood than was th' poor Joyners Gore:</L>
<L>Limn to the Life, how look'd that Breathing Devil</L>
<L>(Who Damn'd the Go&s;pel for the grande&s;t Evil)</L>
<L>VVhen Sworn upon't, and th' fame Bla&s;phemous Tool,</L>
<L>Would prove, THAT God (by whom he Swore) a Fool:</L>
<L>He'd need to Think &s;o, and God's Book a Fable,</L>
<L>As did <HI>the</HI> POPE (his Father) Curs'dly Babble;</L>
<L>Lea&s;t th' Book &s;hould Cur&s;e Him, and God prove &s;o VVi&s;e</L>
<L>As to Repay with VVrath <HI>his</HI> Perjuries:</L>
<L>Next, Limn that Frontle&s;s Blade, who Boldly &s;aid,</L>
<L>That <HI>Hyde,</HI> and <HI>Hallifax,</HI> would &s;ee Him paid</L>
<L>Nobly, that Dur&s;t this Noble EARL Traduce</L>
<L>With TREASON Home, as if th' Old Say, in U&s;e,</L>
<L>From <HI>Hell, Hull, Hallifax,</HI> He would turn Thus,</L>
<L>From <HI>Hell, Hyde, Hallifax,</HI> Deliver us:</L>
<L>Surely, tho&s;e Noble Lords will Vindicate</L>
<L>Their Honours, from his Slanders &s;ublimate:</L>
<L>PAINTER, go on, &s;hew Thy Dexterity</L>
<L>In Limning th' Re&s;t of that Ra&s;cality:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Sons of <HI>Beli-al,</HI> Knights of the Po&s;t,</L>
<L>Incarnate Dev'ls, <HI>Je&s;abels</HI> Suborned Hoft,</L>
<L>Again&s;t our <HI>Naboth;</HI> To remove that Rub.</L>
<L>Which &s;tops their Running Bowls, their VVits they Club,</L>
<L>Charging this Loyal Lord with Bla&s;phemy</L>
<L>'Gainlt God and King, Trea&s;on and Treachery:</L>
<L>PAINT, All tho&s;e Mi&s;creants, as Belching out</L>
<L>(From their Black Slabering Mouth, and Snotty Snout)</L>
<L>Their Thunder-Thumping <HI>Lyes,</HI> and <HI>Oaths</HI> &s;o &s;harp</L>
<L>As would &s;hout through a Marble VVall, Had th' Harp</L>
<L>And th' Harrow Hang'd <HI>(their Doom)</HI> together Better</L>
<L>They'd peirc'd our PEER, for VVords as well as Letter.</L>
<L>Paint them with Pockets large, well lin'd with Gold,</L>
<L>(The price of Innocents Blood, Bought and Sold)</L>
<L>Which with its Splendour Dazles Eyes, and which</L>
<L>Meer Mercenary Mortals doth Bewitch:</L>
<L>It but one ANGEL could make <HI>Balaams</HI> A&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Speak, then what may not Many bring to pa&s;s?</L>
<L>Yea, goodly GUINNYS, <HI>Double Angels</HI> All</L>
<L>And more than &s;o, able to Conjure &s;mall,</L>
<L>Yea, and Great Devils up, make ASSES Speak,</L>
<L>And Swear, &s;o far as th' <HI>Devils Ar&s;e in Peak:</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>Beelzebuh;</HI> that Prince of Hies, them Fly-blows,</L>
<L>Which makes men think, they're all the Devils By-blows.</L>
<L>ONE Swears this EARL aim'd to Depo&s;e the King,</L>
<L>And Inthrone <HI>Buckingham,</HI> a likely Thing!</L>
<L>Another Swears, This Earl would Crown Him&s;elf,</L>
<L>Yet ALL <HI>Depos'd,</HI> He's for a COMMON-WEALTH:</L>
<L>Lo, th' Incon&s;i&s;tency, of th' Evidence,</L>
<L>Both with it Self, with Truth and Common Sen&s;e,</L>
<L>Like the Fal&s;e VVitne&s;&s;es again&s;t our Lord,</L>
<L>VVhich could not with Them&s;elves, nor Truth accord.</L>
<L>Confounded Thus, tho&s;e <HI>Babel-builders</HI> be,</L>
<L>Their Te&s;timonies plainly Di&s;agree:</L>
<L>If He de&s;ign'd to &s;et up <HI>Buckingham,</HI></L>
<L>Then to Inthrone him&s;elf mu&s;t be a Sham;</L>
<L>For a Republick if he did pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>Then neitheir of the former can hold True:</L>
<L>Right <HI>Babels-Lrats,</HI> who&s;e Tongues divided are,</L>
<L>VVho&s;e Legs, as well as Language Interfare:</L>
<L>Thus far their Impudence boldly bore-up,</L>
<L>Mark <HI>Painter</HI> here, what 'twas that made them &s;toop,</L>
<L>A <HI>London Jury</HI>'s (not like <HI>Iezreel,</HI></L>
<L>VVhich found the Bill through haughty <HI>Jezabel</HI></L>
<L>'Gain&s;t Faultle&s;s <HI>Naboth</HI>) Cro&s;s-Int'rogatories,</L>
<L>Confound tho&s;e Pe&s;ts in their Repugnant Stories.</L>
<L>This VVealthy, VVi&s;e, Sagacious JURY well</L>
<L>VVeigh'd every Circum&s;tance. They could not &s;ell</L>
<L>The Life of &s;uch a Peerle&s;s PEER at th'Rate</L>
<L>Of &s;habby Shams of Mercenary Fate:</L>
<L>Improbable and Contradicting Things</L>
<L>O'rcrules them, and the <HI>IGNORAMUS</HI> brings;</L>
<L>VVhich was Received with mo&s;t loud Acclamations</L>
<L>Though Lying <HI>Thomp&s;on</HI> calls them Sibilations:</L>
<L><HI>Painter,</HI> Draw here the Eel-pye, that ('tis &s;aid)</L>
<L>Tho&s;e VVitne&s;&s;es at <HI>Fountain Tavein</HI> had</L>
<L>Sent them, wherein eight Ropes wrap'd up like Eels</L>
<L>VVere ready there both for their Necks and Heels:</L>
<L>A fit Collation for tho&s;e Rogues in Grain,</L>
<L>VVho Dur&s;t th' E&s;cutcheon of this Earl &s;o &s;tain.</L>
<L>Draw next, the <HI>Court's broke up,</HI> and th' <HI>Evidence</HI></L>
<L>VVould Sneak away without the People's Sen&s;e,</L>
<L>Had they not fear'd a Shower of Stones would brain them,</L>
<L>But th' Gallows claims its Right, th' Sheriff mu&s;t <HI>Man</HI> them,</L>
<L><HI>Coaches</HI> tho&s;e <HI>Bea&s;ts,</HI> while he did more than's Due,</L>
<L><HI>Lacqueys</HI> this Damn d (his Coach-defiling) Crue,</L>
<L>Conveys them to th' <HI>Savoy</HI> their Sanctuary,</L>
<L>VVhere their &s;trong Guard's the Red-Coat Soldiery:</L>
<L>There mu&s;t we leave them Lodg'd, till <HI>Tyburn</HI> take them,</L>
<L>VVith its Tippets, if Gods Grace do &s;till for&s;ake them.</L>
<L>Then turn thy Table <HI>Painter,</HI> take in time,</L>
<L>Thy livelie&s;t Colours, thy Vermilion prime;</L>
<L>Be brisk to Limn to th' Life this Lords Enlargment,</L>
<L>After &s;o many Months of's <HI>Tower</HI> Confinement:</L>
<L>VVere th' Bells and Bonfires his Congratulation,</L>
<L>VVith Shouts at th' <HI>IGNORAMUS</HI> Declaration:</L>
<L>VVhat more would have been for his <HI>Welcome Home,</HI></L>
<L>Had not preventing Prudence Timely come:</L>
<L>Di&s;daining to be Popular. He'l not offend</L>
<L>The Court, or Countrey, neither Foe nor Friend:</L>
<L>He hath enongh, that hath but Mens affections,</L>
<L>VVithout their Bells, Bonfires and Acclamations:</L>
<L>The&s;e are but Complemental Things (the <HI>Heart is all</HI></L>
<L>To God and Men) and to great Minds but &s;mall:</L>
<L><HI>Show,</HI> How this Peer is Handed to His Hou&s;e</L>
<L>VVhence th'Villains Swore Him, and his Neck to th'Noo&s;e:</L>
<L>Once more God brings him off, to's Habitation,</L>
<L>God make him more <HI>to</HI> &s;ave both king <HI>and</HI> Nation;</L>
<L>Gain the Kings Favour, and Advance His Crown</L>
<L>Sit at His Helm, a Pilot of Renown.</L>
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<P>LONDON, Printed for <HI>Charles Leigh,</HI> 1681.</P>
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