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<HEAD>THE CABAL.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOw the Reformer of the Court and Stage,</L>
<L>The common Beadle of this wilful Age,</L>
<L>Has with impartial hand whipt Sov'raign Sin,</L>
<L>In me it is but manners to begin.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To correct Vice keen Satyr may prevail,</L>
<L>Beyond the Law, when preaching Block-heads &s;ail;</L>
<L>For Law and Satyr from one Fountain flow,</L>
<L>Were not men vicious there would be no Law:</L>
<L>And to cry up this &s;aucy Cant a Rule</L>
<L>For lawful Satyr, proves a Wit a Fool;</L>
<L>To rail at State, and Monarchs ill intreat,</L>
<L>They cry, 'tis good, becau&s;e the Subject's great;</L>
<L>As Man was only plac'd in Paradi&s;e,</L>
<L>To nibble on the Fruit for which he dies.</L>
<L>Can Owls and Woodcocks with the Eagle play,</L>
<L>And not in danger to become a prey?</L>
<L>What is't to la&s;h a King, and Council-Table,</L>
<L>When I my&s;elf am kick'd by the Town-rabble?</L>
<L>Nor do I covet, matters for my Rhimes,</L>
<L>The greate&s;t Per&s;ons; but the greate&s;t Crimes.</L>
<L>What is't to me who keeps a Mi&s;s, who's Wed,</L>
<L>Or who got co&s;tly <HI>Carwell</HI>'s Maidenhead?</L>
<L>Who got the better on't, the Peer or Knight?</L>
<L>What Lord was drunk, or Lady &s;w&mdash; la&s;t night?</L>
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<LG>
<L>The&s;e are the crying Crimes; yet one may do</L>
<L>All the&s;e, and be an hone&s;t Subject too:</L>
<L>But to &s;upplant the Government, and cry</L>
<L>Allegiance down, and rail at Monarchy;</L>
<L>To make Cabals, and by a bold Petition</L>
<L>Imbroil the Nation in a new Sedition;</L>
<L>To &s;ow&s;e Rebellion, lay up Plots in pickle,</L>
<L>And make each Tavern-bar a Conventicle:</L>
<L>This would become a Mu&s;e's excellence,</L>
<L>To whip the Club into Allegiance.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who Would not be affected as Sir <HI>Car,</HI></L>
<L>As proud as <HI>Mulgrave,</HI> dull as <HI>de la Ware;</HI></L>
<L>As poor as <HI>Fi&s;h,</HI> who lo&s;t him&s;elf and Prince</L>
<L>In one Debauch, and ne're was &s;ober &s;ince:</L>
<L>Rather than that in&s;atiate Bea&s;t of prey</L>
<L>Worries the Flock to make him&s;elf away?</L>
<L>Tho&s;e harmle&s;s men find a more &s;afe aboad,</L>
<L>Who quit unlawful paths to keep the Road.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis &s;trange, that Humane wi&s;dom ever &s;hou'd</L>
<L>Err mo&s;t, under pretence of doing good:</L>
<L>And tho&s;e wi&s;e men that would pre&s;cribe us Rules</L>
<L>For Government, prove either Knaves or Fools.</L>
<L>Witne&s;s the <HI>Catiline</HI> that left <HI>Whitehall</HI></L>
<L>To be made Pre&s;ident of the Cabal:</L>
<L>So he's in play, (provided there's no blows)</L>
<L>It matters not, the New, or the Old Cau&s;e:</L>
<L>Has through all points of Government run his rounds,</L>
<L>As <HI>Gore</HI> the Compa&s;s did, with Bloud and Hounds:</L>
<L>But &s;ooner may you fix the Northern wind,</L>
<L>Than hope this Weathercock will be confin'd.</L>
<L>Nature made him a perver&s;e wight, who&s;e No&s;e</L>
<L>Extracts the E&s;&s;ence of his Gouty Toes;</L>
<L>Double with Head to Tail he crawls apart:</L>
<L>His Body's th' Emblem of his double Heart.</L>
<L>In the Court-Sun he wriggles like a Snail;</L>
<L>Touch but his Horns, he &s;hrinks into his Shell.</L>
<L>Roul'd like a Hedg-hog up, he &s;hews his Snout,</L>
<L>And at the Council-Table makes a rout,</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t <HI>Charles</HI> and the Succe&s;&s;ion domineers;</L>
<L>If ought oppo&s;e him, he has Forks and Spears:</L>
<L>Like a vile Scullar, he abjures the Realm,</L>
<L>And &s;inks the Bark, 'cau&s;e he's not chief at Helm;</L>
<L>Then cries, All hands to pump a Leaki&s;h Keel,</L>
<L>And &s;tops it up with <HI>Julian</HI>'s Conger-eel,</L>
<L>That when a Ball pierc'd the Broad-&s;ide, ev'n then</L>
<L>Clapt in the hole, and &s;av'd Sir <HI>Edward</HI>'s men.</L>
<L>The way's to keep him there; if he get through</L>
<L>Secure him&s;elf, he drowns the Ship and Crew.</L>
<L>If to the Ocean back again he's bent,</L>
<L>The Rabble, he's in his own Element.</L>
<L>There let him Plot, and ne're behold the Sun,</L>
<L>Till he has through all Seas of Folly run,</L>
<L>Under pretext of Wit to be undone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Like the late Duke, who, from a glorious Bully,</L>
<L>Retir'd from Court, to be the City's Cully;</L>
<L>The City's Minion now their &s;corn and &s;port,</L>
<L>There more de&s;pis'd, than once ador'd at Court:</L>
<L>Who did his Fall &s;o wittily contrive,</L>
<L>In quaint di&s;gui&s;e to Riot, Rant, and Sw &mdash;;</L>
<L>And when h has lo&s;t him&s;elf in Infamy,</L>
<L>Revile the State, and <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ail at Monarchy;</L>
<L>The only means true Glory to pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>And mu&s;t be the be&s;t way, becau&s;e 'tis new.</L>
<L>Would any <HI>Hew&s;on</HI> from the Court retreat</L>
<L>To th' Stall, under di&s;gui&s;e of being Great,</L>
<L>And only for to merit Vulgar prai&s;e;</L>
<L>Rather than not be popular, be ba&s;e?</L>
<L>So once an Emperor, as Stories &s;ay,</L>
<L>Exchang'd his Scepter for a Ferula,</L>
<L>And, only proud to prove him&s;elf a Fool,</L>
<L>Did quit the Throne, to keep a petty School;</L>
<L>Yet this was great, while only for the noi&s;e</L>
<L>Of Sov'raign power, he Lords it o'er the Boys:</L>
<L>Look to it, <HI>York;</HI> the Nation fir&s;t &s;hall bleed,</L>
<L>E're the two Kings of <HI>Brainford</HI> &s;hall &s;ucceed.</L>
<L>Put him a&s;ide,&mdash; as he has done, I'll lay;</L>
<L>For &s;hould I more upon this Subject &s;ay,</L>
<L>It were, like his E&s;tate, but thrown away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Shall <HI>Perkin</HI> '&s;cape, who&s;e early offering</L>
<L>Invok'd the Club, e're he atton'd the King?</L>
<L>What though he's Bani&s;h'd? yet the Rump may plead</L>
<L>Old <HI>Magna Charta,</HI> though the Hou&s;e be fled.</L>
<L>And though you will not make him King; yet he</L>
<L>May ju&s;tly claim a Subject's liberty:</L>
<L>But this &s;ecures him from our &s;harpe&s;t &s;hot,</L>
<L>He was not <HI>Oates</HI> enough to make a Plot;</L>
<L>And Satyr upon him is ev'n almo&s;t,</L>
<L>As well as preaching unto <HI>Arm&s;trong,</HI> lo&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Halli&s;</HI>&mdash; for Empire has as great an Itch,</L>
<L>As ever Dog had for his &s;alt &s;woln Bitch;</L>
<L>His plumes impt with Ambition, up he flies,</L>
<L>And to be &s;omething melts ev'n in the Skies:</L>
<L>While th' humble wretch at home lies pro&s;trate down</L>
<L>To all the barking Beagles of the Town.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Young <HI>Devon</HI> too does in the Club intrude,</L>
<L>To be applauded by the Multitude:</L>
<L>With zeal to King and Country he abounds;</L>
<L>Keep with the Hare, and open with the Hounds:</L>
<L>Now of the Court, now of the City free;</L>
<L>Mi&s;takes Prerogative for Liberty.</L>
<L>How well a Regiment would him become,</L>
<L>If the loud Commons did but beat the Drum?</L>
<L>My Ma&s;ters, Vote it, Sirs; a Prohibition:</L>
<L>I can't in Con&s;cience brook the new Commi&s;&s;ions:</L>
<L>To levy Forces, and a&s;&s;ign Commanders,</L>
<L>Is Trea&s;on in the King 'gain&s;t <HI>France</HI> or <HI>Flanders;</HI></L>
<L>But if the Hou&s;e command me, though I &s;tarve,</L>
<L>I'll quit Wine, Whores, Allegiance, to &s;erve.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Gray</HI> Better far might flight his Soveraign's bounty,</L>
<L>He had a Regiment within his County,</L>
<L>And power enough be&s;ides to back his Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Would <HI>Rowley</HI> venture but a broken No&s;e.</L>
<L>Appea&s;e this mouthing <HI>Cerberus</HI> with a Bone,</L>
<L>Honour's a dainty Cru&s;t to pick upon:</L>
<L>While his dear Doxy makes a &s;hift to rub</L>
<L>The bu&s;ine&s;s out with <HI>Monmouth;</HI> he the Club:</L>
<L>And <HI>Rowl&s;tone</HI> leads the Van, while they combine,</L>
<L>And humbly beg their Soveraign to re&s;ign.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How Faction, and the quenchle&s;s thir&s;t of Rule,</L>
<L>Hurries to ruine the Ambitious Fool;</L>
<L>Who&s;e bu&s;ie Soul, puft up with popular &s;way,</L>
<L>Will &s;carce be ever humbled to obey!</L>
<L>The Earl who&s;e Spou&s;e had &s;uch a &s;pacious Poop,</L>
<L>As &s;wallow'd up <HI>Ned Brab'zon,</HI> and his Troop,</L>
<L>Who was lately Lord Lieutenant of the Realm,</L>
<L>Seem'd a good Pilot while he &s;ate at Helm;</L>
<L>But when he was depos'd, he overthrew</L>
<L>His Ma&s;ter's Cau&s;e, and &s;ided with the Crew.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now <HI>Bedford</HI> found he had the wor&s;t o'th' lay,</L>
<L>Having more wit or hone&s;ty than they,</L>
<L>Sneak'd off, and left the Club his Game to play;</L>
<L>When he had al&s;o led 'em to the Perch,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Buckingham,</HI> he left 'em in the lurch,</L>
<L>At &s;uch a juncture of a time, and odly,</L>
<L>As <HI>Peyton</HI> for his Highnes&s; left the Godly;</L>
<L>Or <HI>E&s;crick Howard,</HI> to become a bawler,</L>
<L>Withdrew from Court to cry up bu&s;ie <HI>Waller.</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e are the men that all the Bu&s;tle make,</L>
<L>And Empire check meerly for Empire's &s;ake:</L>
<L>They lay their Stamp on the Revolting Darling,</L>
<L>And in that Club make Trea&s;on pa&s;s for Sterling.</L>
<L>There are &s;ome other Beagles of the Pack,</L>
<L>That make a noi&s;e the Royal Cha&s;e to back:</L>
<L>As when a Ma&s;tiff opens in the dark,</L>
<L>The little Dogs will &s;hake their tails and bark;</L>
<L>And though the foremo&s;t Hound but &s;tart the Hare,</L>
<L>The re&s;t will mouth it as they claim'd a &s;hare,</L>
<L>Who follow by the &s;cent, and &s;carce have &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>To judge 'twixt Trea&s;on and Allegience.</L>
<L>As Fops meet in the Pit, to damn a Play,</L>
<L>Not what they know, but by what others &s;ay:</L>
<L>Unmeaning &mdash; Fools, who, &s;omething to be a<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">;</L>
<L>Follow the leading Cucko, like the Bat,</L>
<L>And ju&s;tly merit, as they are de&s;pis'd,</L>
<L>Rather to be rejected than cha&s;tis'd.</L>
<L>So bawling <HI>Huntingdon,</HI> and <HI>Kent</HI> the mute,</L>
<L>With noi&s;e and non&s;ence fill up the di&s;pute:</L>
<L>And while the Club proclaims the lawle&s;s &s;trife,</L>
<L>One is the Drum, and th' other is the Fife.</L>
<L>What &s;hall we &s;ay of <HI>Falconbridge, Bridgwater?</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Cherbury,</HI> or dull <HI>Denhigh</HI> &s;hall I flatter?</L>
<L>Who in the Synod drudge like Gally-&s;laves,</L>
<L>And buy the Stock, to make a Gleek of Knaves:</L>
<L>Like Bea&s;ts, in&s;en&s;ible of wrong, they &s;tray,</L>
<L>And find a Pound, quitting the King's High way.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And la&s;t, behold in Triumph to their Follies,</L>
<L>In <HI>Nol</HI>'s own Coach of State, comes Loyal <HI>Hollis,</HI></L>
<L>Who &s;old the Father by an old Commi&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>And purcha&s;es the Son with a Petition.</L>
<L>Now whether has the better on't; the Club,</L>
<L>Or the Five Members did the Royal job?</L>
<L>This is the Baker's dozen makes the Rump,</L>
<L>And little <HI>Waller</HI>'s Leaven to the lump.</L>
<L>When <HI>Bedford</HI> civilly had made his Leg,</L>
<L>The Club engender'd, and brought forth an Egg;</L>
<L>Which, like <HI>Grand Cairo,</HI> for a quick di&s;patch</L>
<L>Hot Mon&s;ieur <HI>Parliament</HI> mu&s;t &s;it and hatch.</L>
<L><HI>Rowley</HI> began to puff, and &s;hake his Noddle,</L>
<L>And told 'em in plain terms their Brood was addle;</L>
<L>That to a Rump he never more would give</L>
<L>Away his Birthright, or Prerogative:</L>
<L>Then, like a God which from his voice did leap,</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olv'd that Chaos and confu&s;ed heap.</L>
<L>Bravely he &s;pake, and wi&s;ely he perform'd,</L>
<L>While &s;till the Club again&s;t the Council &s;torm'd:</L>
<L>Who, rather than from Faction would be free,</L>
<L>Or touch no more of the forbidden Tree,</L>
<L>Would damn them&s;elves, and their Po&s;terity.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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