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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE SNARE.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AS I along the <HI>Mall</HI> one Evening walk'd,</L>
<L>I heard two Voices, but &s;aw none that talk'd;</L>
<L>It being dusk, I endeavour'd to draw near,</L>
<L>Being Curious in the&s;e times &s;ome News to hear:</L>
<L>When li&s;tening earne&s;tly I under&s;tood</L>
<L>That they were Per&s;ons near Ally'd in Blood.</L>
<L>How their Di&s;cour&s;e began, I cann't declare,</L>
<L>But this that follows, is what I did hear.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Brother,</HI> When I your Name and Place did bear,</L>
<L>I &s;ought the Peoples Love before their Fear,</L>
<L>And by that Means both Fear and Love I got,</L>
<L>From the Rich Ermin to the Ru&s;&s;et Coat:</L>
<L>And now you find what I have oft declared.</L>
<L>The Vulgar mu&s;t be Loved, or they'll be Fear'd:</L>
<L>They'll Suffer long, and much, but once Enraged,</L>
<L>Devouring Flames more ea&s;ie are A&s;&s;wag'd.</L>
<L>When urg'd pa&s;t Rea&s;on, they'll no Rea&s;on hear,</L>
<L>Nor Credit ought, that you can &s;ay, or &s;wear.</L>
<L>Your Word once broke, none values it at all,</L>
<L>Though Heav'n and Earth for Witne&s;&s;es you call:</L>
<L>Had you, like me, kept on the Vizor &s;till,</L>
<L>You with more Ea&s;e had wrought 'em to your Will;</L>
<L>But when the Game is by the Hunt&s;man Scar'd,</L>
<L>'Twere a Folly, if they &s;hould Neglect their Guard.</L>
<L>You know the <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> I at di&s;tance kept,</L>
<L>Who in an In&s;tant to your Bo&s;om crept.</L>
<L>I &s;oon di&s;cern'd how 'gain&s;t the Hair it went</L>
<L>For <HI>Iri&s;hmen</HI> to &s;it in Parliament.</L>
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<LG>
<L>They are obnoxious in their Conver&s;ation,</L>
<L>And ought to be Confin'd to their own Nation;</L>
<LG>
<L>Their Honour is proportion'd to their Sence,</L>
<L>Their Language, Lying, Oaths and Impudence,</L>
<L>With which Accompli&s;hments they &s;erve their Prince.</L>
</LG>
<L>For if they are <HI>Iri&s;h,</HI> 't mu&s;t be under&s;tood,</L>
<L>They're qualified for all that's Great and Good:</L>
<L>Which with much ea&s;e all &s;ober Men may gather,</L>
<L>By the Succe&s;s you've had &s;ince they came hither.</L>
<L>But if you'd clear the Mi&s;ts before your Eyes,</L>
<L>You'd &s;ee how you are made their Prey and Prize,</L>
<L>Swallowing with ha&s;te tho&s;e poi&s;on'd Notions down,</L>
<L>Of Prie&s;ts and <HI>Mac</HI>'s and Sycophants o'th' Gown,</L>
<L>While your poor Flocks for &s;afety from you fly,</L>
<L>And in your Bo&s;om Woolves and Tygers lie.</L>
<L>When to defend their Liberty and Laws,</L>
<L>A needful Sword Unwillingly each draws;</L>
<L>And Neighbouring Princes to their Succors come,</L>
<L>Knowing too well the Cruelties of <HI>Rome:</HI></L>
<L>Witne&s;s the fatal Engines they prepare</L>
<L>Again&s;t their yet intended Ma&s;&s;acre,</L>
<L>Their Cauldrons, Gridirons, Bridles, Spits and Swords,</L>
<L>Envenom'd Shirts, and their Tormenting Cords,</L>
<L>Their Boots of Boyling Oyl, Tortures and Racks,</L>
<L>Their barbarous Prie&s;ts, and the more barbarous <HI>Mac</HI>'s,</L>
<L>Their Half-Crown Cut-Throats kept three Years in pay</L>
<L>To help to bear the Burden of the Day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now to be baulk'd in &s;uch an Expectation,</L>
<L>And your De&s;igns made publick through the Nation;</L>
<L>To be Abandon'd by your Friends and Forces,</L>
<L>Who all Abominate &s;uch Horrid Cour&s;es.</L>
<L>Now to be Que&s;tion'd for the things you've Acted,</L>
<L>Wou'd make a much more Solid Man Di&s;tracted;</L>
<L>And after all for a continual Cur&s;e,</L>
<L>To be By one damn'd Fury Tortur'd wor&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now tho&s;e who in your blindfold Coun&s;els fate,</L>
<L>May take a Pro&s;pect of their Future State,</L>
<L>But can no more re&s;i&s;t, than alter Fate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nay, they'd for&s;ake you, and to t'ther run,</L>
<L>But that of all the World, 'tis him they'd &s;hun:</L>
<L>They hang about you &s;till with fainting Hopes,</L>
<L>And Dream each Night of Axes and of Ropes;</L>
<L>Their Countenance is fall'n, and they declare,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Cain,</HI> Their Puni&s;hment they cannot bear.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now, Sir, prepare again&s;t the Day of Trial,</L>
<L>You deal with &s;uch as will have no Denial;</L>
<L>I know it &s;uits not with your haughty Mind,</L>
<L>To &s;toop to any thing of Humane Kind:</L>
<L>But Patience upon Force has oft been known,</L>
<L>To be endur'd, though Coveted by none.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You &s;ee while others Ruin you prepare,</L>
<L>Your &s;elf is Headlong fall'n into the Snare.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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