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<P>New Di&s;covery OF AN <HI REND="blackletterType">Old Intreague:</HI> A SATYR LEVEL'D AT Treachery and Ambition: CALCULATED To the Nativity of the <HI>Rapparee Plott,</HI> and the Mode&s;ty of the <HI>Jacobite Clergy.</HI>DESIGNED By Way of Conviction to the CXVII. <HI>PETITIONERS,</HI> and for the Benefit of tho&s;e that Study the <HI>Mathematicks.</HI></P>
<Q><HI>Unus Nobis Cunctando Re&s;tituit.</HI>&mdash;
<BIBL>Ennius.</BIBL></Q>
<P>Printed in the Year MDCXCI.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="preface">
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<HEAD>PREFACE TO THE One Hundred &amp; Seventeen.</HEAD>
<P>THE End of <HI>Satyr</HI> ought to be, expo|&s;ing Fal&s;hood, in order to Reformation. As all Warrings are &V;nlawfull who&s;e Aim is not Peace; &s;o Satyrs not thus meant, are no more <HI>Satyrs</HI> but <HI>Libells.</HI> One great Character, and the Lines of which I liked as well as any, is left out here: Becau&s;e the Per&s;on is Attoning, as I am told, for the pa&s;t Errors of his Practice, by a future Loyalty to the Government. As for me, if I am blamed for accounting the <HI>Petition</HI> re|flected on, a Branch of our New <HI>Jacobite Plott,</HI> I referre to the Letters taken with my Lord <HI>Pre&s;ton:</HI> and &s;ay no more, to any who&s;e meaning was &s;hort of that, (as I hope &s;ome were) than that they may here &s;ee and be convinced who&s;e Tools they have been made, and who&s;e Work they have been doing.</P>
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<HEAD>PREFACE.</HEAD>
<P>For my &s;elf, <HI>Gentlemen,</HI> who I am, you mu&s;t excu&s;e me, you &s;hall not know: Why I wrote this, I &s;hall an&s;wer onely Negatively: Not for <HI>Profit,</HI> nor make none of it I a&s;&s;ure you; and if I thought I could work on you, I would be&s;tow <HI>117</HI> upon you <HI>gratis,</HI> and lo&s;e &s;o much for a Reformation: Not for <HI>Applau&s;e</HI> I a&s;&s;ure you, for I &s;hall not &s;o much as ask How you like it: Not for <HI>Envy</HI> or <HI>Malice,</HI> for I Honour your Per&s;ons, and &s;hould be glad to &s;ee you become <HI>Engli&s;h-men</HI> again; and as I hinted above, &s;hould be &s;o much a Friend to the Work of Conver&s;ion, as to leave out any other Character of a Reforming Brother.</P>
<P>If no Reformation follows, I mu&s;t do as <HI>Provi|dence</HI> does, let you alone to your Own Wills, and as I never drew my Pen before, &s;o expect no Se|cond <HI>Item</HI> from</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your Humble Servant, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="3" REF="3">
<DIV2 TYPE="introduction">
<HEAD>THE INTRODUCTION.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IN ancient Times when men of Worth were known,</L>
<L>Not by their Fathers Actions but their own,</L>
<L>When Honours &s;acred Pile could be come at,</L>
<L>But by the Steps to Virtue Dedicate;</L>
<L>No purchas'd Fame our Panegyricks &s;ung,</L>
<L>Nor were our widdowed Harps on Willows hung.</L>
<L>Renown by Down-right hazard was attain'd,</L>
<L>And Deeds of Honour onely Honour gain'd.</L>
<L>Expence of Blood the Noble Theam began,</L>
<L>And he alone who &s;av'd a <HI>Roman</HI> call'd a Man.</L>
<L>No gawdy Heir which purchas'd Honour &s;ate</L>
<L>In&s;ulting o're the Legal Magi&s;trate;</L>
<L>Nor Glittering Knighthood &s;trutting with Renown,</L>
<L>That from the Fathers well &s;tuft Che&s;t begun,</L>
<L>By purcha&s;ed <HI>Mandamus</HI> made his Own:</L>
<L>But well Fought Victories did Fame advance,</L>
<L>The Old try'd <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> way of Fighting <HI>France.</HI></L>
<L>And certain Valour certain Glory won,</L>
<L>The hone&s;t Bait to Emulation.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="4" REF="4">
<LG>
<L>No tatter'd <HI>Hero</HI> in his Shoulder-Belt,</L>
<L>In Age and Poverty his Brui&s;es felt:</L>
<L>By conquering Fortune &s;till acknowledg'd Brave,</L>
<L>Yet go Heroick Beggars to the Grave,</L>
<L>No mangl'd <HI>Cavalier</HI> at Seventy Four,</L>
<L>With Fifteen Wounds obtain'd at <HI>Mar&s;ton-Moor,</HI></L>
<L>His Scars Expos'd to the Unthankfull Court,</L>
<L>The Fathers Champion, and the Childrens &s;port;</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;tranger Politicks New Sy&s;tems had,</L>
<L>And cru&s;ht the Carka&s;e to Exalt the Head;</L>
<L>And &s;o the Ba&s;is of Deceit began,</L>
<L>The King put on by putting off the Man.</L>
<L>And that the Royal Stratagem might take,</L>
<L>Heroick Paths of Luxury they make:</L>
<L>New Wayes of Happine&s;s and Life Define,</L>
<L>And &s;acrifice to their almighty Wine;</L>
<L>No Idol <HI>Pagod</HI> more Enchantments knew,</L>
<L>Than this did fir&s;t contrive, and that pur&s;ue:</L>
<L>Nor do the Ages &s;ince Records were known,</L>
<L>Such Standards of Refin'd Delu&s;ion own:</L>
<L>In clo&s;e re&s;olved Tyrannies pur&s;uing,</L>
<L>By different Means That one great End, our Ruine.</L>
<L>While Crouds of Thoughtle&s;s <HI>Mob</HI> with Changeling Prai&s;e,</L>
<L>To their great God the King did &s;acrifice:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor Hor-brain'd Zeal to Fiery <HI>Moloch</HI> paid</L>
<L>Inhumane Offerings of the &s;acred Seed,</L>
<PB N="5" REF="4">
<L>(While haple&s;s Mothers their own Brea&s;ts deny,</L>
<L>To Bribe the God with their own Progeny)</L>
<L>With greater Gu&s;t than our Addre&s;&s;ors &s;old</L>
<L>Their Liberty for Lu&s;t, for Flattery their Free-hold;</L>
<L>With eager Violence their Charters gave,</L>
<L>Bartring the &s;hadow Freedom, for the &s;ub&s;tance Slave.</L>
<L>And thus the new erected Fabrick throve,</L>
<L>And Freedom long with dying Pangs had &s;trove,</L>
<L>Till Fate di&s;clos'd its Re&s;toration nigh,</L>
<L>The Mighty Sound di&s;pirits Tyranny,</L>
<L>So darke&s;t Clouds the Morning Brightne&s;s flye.</L>
<L>But &s;till the haughty Faction's di&s;content,</L>
<L>And &s;truggle with the Chains of Government;</L>
<L>Re&s;traint from Ill is Freedom to the Wi&s;e,</L>
<L>And he that parts with that will Tyrannize.</L>
<L>Kings but by Agents act Illegal Power;</L>
<L>No Jalour like a licens'd Pri&s;oner.</L>
<L>Who fir&s;t his Freedom &s;ells, receives in Pay</L>
<L>Licence to tyrannize &s;ome other way.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He paid for this who fir&s;t Indulg'd their Heat,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Guile by pious Fraud they fir&s;t defeat;</L>
<L>Men work for others, but for Them&s;elves they cheat.</L>
<L>For when they found</L>
<L>Their darling lu&s;t Ambition he re&s;train'd,</L>
<L>That <HI>Nero</HI> would be <HI>Nero</HI> by Him&s;elf,</L>
<L>That He Engro&s;s'd the Power and <HI>eke</HI> the Pelf;</L>
<PB N="6" REF="5">
<L>That all their Recompences were Delays,</L>
<L>Or &s;uch as Tyrants, always Traytors Pays;</L>
<L>Then their Engag'd a&s;&s;i&s;tance they withdrew,</L>
<L>And with their Lives New Fortunes they pur&s;ue.</L>
<L>So Greedy Traytors when their Hopes decline,</L>
<L>Do then their Benefactors undermine;</L>
<L>So Wolves when barren Wa&s;tes afford no Prey,</L>
<L>Will one another bruti&s;hly de&s;troy.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV2 TYPE="body of poem">
<PB N="7" REF="5">
<HEAD>A SATYR, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OF Modern <HI>Fame</HI> which hourly Pacquets bring,</L>
<L>And actions born of Ye&s;terday, I &s;ing:</L>
<L>No Errant Knights, but Errant Knaves I quote,</L>
<L>With Pre&s;idents enough, and none remote.</L>
<L>No Forreign Li&s;ts our Catalogue &s;upplies,</L>
<L>Some of our Own the <HI>French</HI> have took as Prize;</L>
<L>We &s;corn Repri&s;als, Knaves of Forreign growth</L>
<L>Are Contraband:</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, the Prohibition barrs the Trade,</L>
<L>And none but Knaves of <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Stamp are made;</L>
<PB N="8" REF="6">
<L>And <HI>Faith</HI> the &s;tock is &s;o improv'd for &s;ale,</L>
<L>The Manufacture is not like to fail.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No Parallels from <HI>Hebrew</HI> times I take,</L>
<L>And leave the Jingling Simily to &s;peak;</L>
<L>Who faithful Balm to <HI>Englands</HI> Wounds applyes,</L>
<L>The Danger &s;hows before the Remedies:</L>
<L>Some Harmony with <HI>Hebrew</HI> Times may be,</L>
<L>In &s;ome things differ, and in &s;ome agree.</L>
<L>The chiming Parallel runs counter more,</L>
<L>On all the different &s;teps than is agreed before.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;acred Tribes with Heaven it &s;elf conven'd,</L>
<L>And thundring &s;ounds the dreadfull Law rehears'd;</L>
<L>Immediate Dictates their Records began,</L>
<L>Carryed by Voice, and con&s;tant Vi&s;ion on;</L>
<L>Humane Debates obey'd the heavenly Mode,</L>
<L>And all their Statutes were the Laws of God;</L>
<L><HI>Long Names</HI> and <HI>Pedigrees</HI> did only tell,</L>
<L>The Hero was the &s;eed of <HI>I&s;rael:</HI></L>
<L>For different Tribes no different Honour gave,</L>
<L>But onely Mark't the <HI>Hebrew</HI> from the &s;lave;</L>
<PB N="9" REF="6">
<L>By <HI>Jus Divinum</HI> of the Heavenly Call,</L>
<L>The &s;on of <HI>Je&s;&s;e,</HI> not the &s;on of <HI>Said,</HI></L>
<L>The Regal Dignity at <HI>Hebron</HI> took,</L>
<L>And all the Tribes the Royal Line for&s;ook.</L>
<L>The &s;acred Oyl was now as loud a Call,</L>
<L>As when their Teams were threaten'd by King <HI>Saul:</HI></L>
<L>No <HI>Levite</HI> dur&s;t in canting phra&s;e di&s;&s;ent,</L>
<L>Nor levy Warr with dint of Argument:</L>
<L>Nor did with <HI>David</HI> any Prie&s;t abide,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Dormant Faith attended for the &s;trong'&s;t &s;ide:</L>
<L>Even <HI>Samuel</HI> a due Obedience paid</L>
<L>Unto the Monarch he him&s;elf had made;</L>
<L>Proportion'd Grandure for him&s;elf declin'd,</L>
<L>To his proper work the Ark, and Sacrifice confin'd:</L>
<L>No Titles rais'd, nor Haughty Pallace fram'd,</L>
<L>But &s;till was poor, and &s;till was <HI>Samuel</HI> nam'd;</L>
<L>The Altar &s;erv'd, a linnen Ephod wore,</L>
<L>Was &s;till as Meek, and Humble, as before;</L>
<L>Retyr'd from Court, in reverend Ve&s;ts array'd,</L>
<L>To <HI>I&s;rael</HI>'s God, for <HI>I&s;raels</HI> King he pray'd:</L>
<L>Ah had the &s;acred Tribe his &s;teps pur&s;ued,</L>
<L>What Years' of peace to <HI>I&s;rael</HI> had en&s;ued?</L>
<PB N="10" REF="7">
<L>How had our Flouri&s;hing I&s;le glad Hours enjoy'd,</L>
<L>For calmer Joys, and Nobler actions made?</L>
<L>While their dark Councils now Embroyl the State,</L>
<L>Our Feuds encrea&s;e, and Vengeance antedate;</L>
<L>And their unpractis'd Hands exempt from Warr,</L>
<L>Do all the profits of Confu&s;ion &s;hare.</L>
<L>Fatal their skill, too undi&s;cern'd the Fraud,</L>
<L>While pa&s;&s;ive Zealots their Harangues applaud;</L>
<L>Their Dictates &s;wallow, and at <HI>Jehu</HI>'s Rate,</L>
<L>Swiftly drive on with the&s;e <HI>black Guards</HI> of State;</L>
<L>A namele&s;s Hydra Crow'd with <HI>Janus</HI> Face,</L>
<L>That whi&s;per Civil Fewds, and cry for peace.</L>
<L>Dome&s;tick Heroes, who&s;e Dragooning Hands</L>
<L>Seek out no Forreign Wars, while they can plunder Friends.</L>
<L><HI>In&s;pire me Jove,</HI> with thunder arm my Pen,</L>
<L>To la&s;h the Manners, and de&s;cribe the Men.</L>
<L>How their lov'd Tyrant they at fir&s;t ador'd,</L>
<L>And hugg'd the Romi&s;h Fopperies he re&s;tor'd;</L>
<L>How their reciprocal Contrivance met,</L>
<L>And <HI>Mighty Injury</HI> upheld the State:</L>
<L>How the loud Echoing Theatre the Church,</L>
<L>Burle&s;que their God, and &s;acred Theams debauch,</L>
<PB N="11" REF="7">
<L>Loud thanks return for th' Mon&s;ter they had made;</L>
<L>A <HI>Prote&s;tant</HI> Body with a <HI>Popi&s;h</HI> Head:</L>
<L>With humble prayers that Chri&s;t would now permit</L>
<L>That <HI>Antichri&s;t</HI> &s;hould take his &s;acred Seat;</L>
<L>The Body govern, and the Members keep,</L>
<L>So Wolves protected the Unarmed Sheep.</L>
<L>Their <HI>loud Addre&s;&s;es</HI> &s;anctifie the Fraud,</L>
<L>And his <HI>Almighty Violence</HI> applaud:</L>
<L>Prompt him to Mi&s;chiefs with uprai&s;ed Note,</L>
<L>As Right, and Wrong, had been their own by Vote.</L>
<L>Vow'd that if ever he his Fate &s;hould try,</L>
<L>With <HI>Life and Fortune</HI> they would all &s;tand by,</L>
<L>So afterwards they did at <HI>Salisbury:</HI></L>
<L>Nor Murmur'd they untill Di&s;pen&s;ing Art,</L>
<L>Their well-belov'd Ambition had cut &s;hort:</L>
<L>But Early <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The <HI>Car|li&s;le</HI> Ad|dre&s;s.</NOTE> <HI>Thanks</HI> for &s;tanding Armies gave,</L>
<L>And &s;houted home the glorious Charter <HI>Slave:</HI></L>
<L>With Mu&s;hrome Joy them&s;elves Them&s;elves deceiv'd,</L>
<L>And thank their God for what they ne're <NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="marg">Pr. of <HI>Wales.</HI></NOTE> Believ'd.</L>
<L>Triumphant Flames in Hypocritick Scorn,</L>
<L>A &s;econd time do <HI>London</HI>'s <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Fire|works.</NOTE> Trophies Burn,</L>
<L>While Injur'd Heaven does Fla&s;h for Fla&s;h return.</L>
<PB N="12" REF="8">
<L>Yet the&s;e the &s;ame who when his Fame decreas't,</L>
<L>And all his borrow'd Gloryes Overca&s;t;</L>
<L>Are found Caballing, and in &s;hort Debate,</L>
<L>Quitting his Fortunes to avoid his Fate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Na&s;&s;ovian</HI> Ju&s;tice Tyranny &s;uppre&s;t,</L>
<L>The wearied Land for &s;ome few dayes had re&s;t;</L>
<L>Ah few they were indeed, but very few,</L>
<L>Till Di&s;content our former Feuds renew;</L>
<L>And did King <HI>Je&s;us</HI> Reign they'd murmur too.</L>
<L>Some &s;maller aids to our new Joys they lent,</L>
<L>And feign'd to &s;mile when they could not prevent</L>
<L>But bauk'd of Lawle&s;s power as once to Reign,</L>
<L>At their own <HI>aukward</HI> Je&s;t they fir&s;t repine;</L>
<L>At Government with pa&s;&s;ive Fury rail,</L>
<L>And their for&s;aken <HI>Idol</HI> now bewail:</L>
<L>His hopefull Voyage to <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Boggs they &s;ing,</L>
<L>And his Almighty thou&s;ands hither bring:</L>
<L>From Month to Month his Numerous Ho&s;ts they &s;how,</L>
<L>How oft has <HI>England</HI> been Invaded &s;o!</L>
<L>Of his great Deeds they threatn'd, and of their own,</L>
<L>And talk'd of Fights, but always talk'd at Home.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="13" REF="8">
<LG>
<L>So Great <HI>D&mdash;s</HI> the Royal Fortre&s;s mann'd,</L>
<L>How oft he &s;wore, how oft the Prince he Damn'd:</L>
<L>With many a Battering Cur&s;e, and many a Gun;</L>
<L>Still as he run he cur&s;t, and as he cur&s;t he run.</L>
<L>His willing Bands with wondrous Courage broke,</L>
<L>Nor fought he for his Monarchs Cau&s;e a &s;troke;</L>
<L>But fled e're yet the di&s;tant Troops appear,</L>
<L>Ah! had his Guilt been le&s;s, &s;o had his Fear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now for Twins in craft ob&s;erve the Men,</L>
<L>Who early for the Princes Cau&s;e began:</L>
<L>The <HI>Po&s;&s;e</HI> rais'd, and with united bands,</L>
<L>In Fraud, and in Ambition too &s;hook hands;</L>
<L>For Ho&s;tages their Noble Pledges gave,</L>
<L>There needs no arts to keep him true that's Brave;</L>
<L>Once with our Hate &s;ucce&s;sfully they &s;trove,</L>
<L>Screen'd by their Vices, and their Ma&s;ters Love;</L>
<L>Bloted by Pride, as they had oft been told,</L>
<L>By their own Bra&s;s, and by the Kingdoms Gold:</L>
<L>Their early Dictates of Tyrannick Sway,</L>
<L>When we the King, the King did them Obey,</L>
<PB N="14" REF="9">
<L>They &s;till maintain, nor can they &s;oon forget,</L>
<L>To cru&s;h the Subject, and Embroyle the State;</L>
<L>New fears of unborn Factions do infu&s;e,</L>
<L>And thread-bare cryes of <HI>Forty One</HI> renews.</L>
<L>Accu&s;tom'd to be Jealous even of Light,</L>
<L>When formidable Nothings did affright;</L>
<L>Vouch that the Votes that <HI>William</HI>'s Scepter gave,</L>
<L>Made him a King, a Commonwealth to have.</L>
<L>That tho&s;e are fitte&s;t to direct his Rule,</L>
<L>Who meant him that unthinking thing a Tool;</L>
<L>Unfettered at his hazard, not their own,</L>
<L>Would pay the <HI>Switzer</HI> off, and Reign alone:</L>
<L>And now in clo&s;e&s;t Councils they pre&s;ide,</L>
<L>With Friend, and Foe, an equal &s;poil divide:</L>
<L>With double a&s;pect, &s;eek their &s;ingle Ends,</L>
<L>Aiding King <HI>William</HI> with King <HI>James</HI> his Friends;</L>
<L>To neither true, but hold the Poi&s;e at home,</L>
<L>That both may humble Clients be to great King <HI>T&mdash;.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now the Church that &s;acred Vizor's on,</L>
<L>And <HI>Rome</HI> begins to pull down <HI>Babylon:</HI></L>
<L>Dragooning's ceas'd, and Pa&s;&s;ive Laws declare,</L>
<L>They wait to &s;ee the I&s;&s;ue of the War.</L>
<PB N="17" REF="9">
<L>Too well the &s;ubtil State&s;man knew the Tribe,</L>
<L>To tamper till he found the Soveraign Bribe,</L>
<L>Too well he knew they could not long with&s;tand</L>
<L>A trifling Oath.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>De Facto</HI> now at one Di&s;tinction gain'd</L>
<L>The Militant thou&s;ands of the Sacred Train,</L>
<L>Who long with &s;tarving hopes with&s;tood in vain.</L>
<L>Four Golden Candle&s;ticks compo&s;e the Van,</L>
<L>With all their Per&s;ecution glories on.</L>
<L>The &s;ame that in the fiery Furnace trod,</L>
<L>For Sons o'th' Church are all the Sons of God.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A fifth nor Clergy, nor the Laity own,</L>
<L>Was Souldier, Bi&s;hop, Lord, and Puritan.</L>
<L>Blew Cloak, or Ca&s;&s;ock, Troop, or Convocation,</L>
<L>And thus he tryes his skill upon the Nation.</L>
<L>In Grand Proce&s;&s;ion thus he views the Li&s;ts,</L>
<L>His Squadron full four hundred booted Prie&s;ts;</L>
<L>The black Brigade thus for their Church appear'd,</L>
<L>And horrid cryes for <HI>Abdy, Harvy,</HI> rear'd:</L>
<L>With Notions &s;car'd, and their own Guilt &s;ubdued,</L>
<L>So once before they fled when none pur&s;ued;</L>
<PB REF="10">
<L>But when the terror of the Church begun,</L>
<L>And Citts in Troops of <HI>Blew-Coat-Whiggs</HI> came on;</L>
<L>The Martial Zealot in his Cope uprears,</L>
<L>To the Royal Petticoats his Chri&s;tian Prayers:</L>
<L>And for Disbanding Grace made his Ori&s;ons,</L>
<L>Which like his Graces Repartees were wi&s;e Ones.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>One purchas'd Prie&s;t, who&s;e pay did not mi&s;carry,</L>
<L>A very Prie&s;t, for very Mercenary;</L>
<L>Con&s;cious of his too tottering Faith, and knew</L>
<L>That if he took but one, &s;hould perjure two;</L>
<L>In Con&s;cience &s;aid hee'd never break them both,</L>
<L>And &s;wore, by God, he would not take the Oath.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now the gawdy Nicety's in vain,</L>
<L><HI>De Facto</HI> Swearers with <HI>De Jure</HI> joyn.</L>
<L>Sworn and un&s;worn, one common Cau&s;e promote,</L>
<L>And private Fewds for publick good forgot;</L>
<L>While Doctor <HI>Sherlock</HI> now the Church harangu'd,</L>
<L>With that &s;ame Topick <HI>Cook</HI> had try'd and hang'd.</L>
<L>The Hone&s;t <HI>Levites</HI> who are poor and few,</L>
<L>As they may well be poor who dare be true;</L>
<PB N="17" REF="10">
<L>With words they wheedle &s;ome, with Gold as many,</L>
<L>For Prie&s;ts were always to be bought for mony.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Room for a Regiment of Bigott Citts,</L>
<L>Who lately lo&s;t, and lately found their Wits;</L>
<L>By wondrous Fate with <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">I don't <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters">an the Lieutenancy.</NOTE> forfeit Favours grac'd,</L>
<L>By Mighty <HI>T&mdash;m</HI>'s Almighty Magick plac'd:</L>
<L>View them in Arms when our invaded Coa&s;t,</L>
<L>Some glittering hopes propos'd that all was lo&s;t;</L>
<L>How their advanc'd Battalion's did appear,</L>
<L>To fight the Men appointed to come here.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sir <HI>W&mdash;m</HI> that in Martial Robes did &s;hine,</L>
<L>And Rea&s;on good indeed, began the Line;</L>
<L>With many a Rank of Tory Buff and Feather,</L>
<L>That's now Re&s;tor'd, and gone the Lord knows whither;</L>
<L>To keep the Peace Precedency's did grant,</L>
<L>And here, (if not at home) he's Commandant;</L>
<L>Tho might he choo&s;e Commands, 't would be agen</L>
<L>Ten thou&s;and Guinea's, not ten thou&s;and Men:</L>
<L>Ah! <HI>Tom Papillion,</HI> 'twas a &s;lippery trick,</L>
<L>To bilk the Mayor, and then to <HI>Holland</HI> &s;neak:</L>
<PB N="18" REF="11">
<L>See now the Martial Magi&s;trate from far,</L>
<L>With all his dreadful Equipage of War;</L>
<L>Three <HI>equal Halves</HI> compo&s;e his &s;tately Meen,</L>
<L>Half Lord, half Souldier, half a Gentleman.</L>
<L>And three as equal Dividends make out,</L>
<L>The gawdy &s;tyles of his Pedantick Rout.</L>
<L>True City Champions, tumults to appea&s;e,</L>
<L>And wi&s;h't for Conventicling Trophies rai&s;e:</L>
<L>As Taylors, Porters, Prentices, become</L>
<L>Half drunk, half &s;ober, and a half run home.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sir <HI>P&mdash;r</HI> next had Primitive command,</L>
<L>Compleatly fix't, had but his Boots come on,</L>
<L>A Campaign <HI>Phys,</HI> and as it came to pa&s;s,</L>
<L>As much a Souldier, and as much an A&s;s:</L>
<L>In different &s;tyles his numerous Titles ran,</L>
<L>Was Hangman, Collonel, and Chamberlain;</L>
<L>Synonimous to that Miraculous &s;tore,</L>
<L>Was very Rich, and al&s;o very Poor.</L>
<L>In later times he learnt to Domineer,</L>
<L>And now mo&s;t accurately &s;waggers here:</L>
<PB N="19" REF="11">
<L>His Favourites now his dear bought Trophies &s;ing,</L>
<L>And he &s;ues for &s;peaking Trea&s;on like a King:</L>
<L>Enrich't with lu&s;ty Verdict from the <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Suing <HI>Bellamy</HI> for words, &amp; had two Marks Damma|ges.</NOTE> A&s;&s;ize,</L>
<L>Who at two Marks his over-valued Honour prize.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A third, and fourth, to fill the Cavalcade,</L>
<L>With match't Battallions meet on the Parade;</L>
<L>For equal Fal&s;hood, equal Fate befell,</L>
<L>This dub'd a Knight, and that a Collonel.</L>
<L>A fifth and &s;ixth, with many a &s;ubaltern,</L>
<L>Went out with Fools, and ju&s;t as wi&s;e return.</L>
<L>But his Condition ju&s;tly we condole,</L>
<L>For pity is a Tribute to a Fool;</L>
<L>Who fir&s;t di&s;mounted in the hot di&s;pute,</L>
<L>Went out on Hor&s;eback, and came home on Foot;</L>
<L>The unhappy &s;hot di&s;tingui&s;h't to a Je&s;t,</L>
<L>Pick't out the Animal, and &s;par'd the Bea&s;t:</L>
<L>Tho' &s;ome affirm the truth did not appear,</L>
<L>Till he had fir&s;t be&mdash;t him&s;elf for Fear;</L>
<L>Nor with the fright did his Misfortune end,</L>
<L>But fir&s;t his brother Bea&s;t condol'd, and next his Friend:</L>
<PB N="20" REF="12">
<L>So once the Woodman to the Man of God,</L>
<L>When the lo&s;t Ax &s;unk in the Neighbouring Flood,</L>
<L>Alas 'twas borrowed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And thus the Knights with City Di&s;cipline,</L>
<L>Martch't to <HI>High Park</HI> indeed to &s;ee the Queen.</L>
<L>So once the <HI>French</HI> with Forty thou&s;and Men,</L>
<L>Went up the Hill, and &s;o came down agen:</L>
<L>So once King <HI>James</HI> his Squadrons did delude-a,</L>
<L>By &s;torming <HI>Houn&s;low</HI> Heath in&s;tead of <HI>Buda:</HI></L>
<L>Had you the Baggage of the Ho&s;t but view'd,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides the running Campers that pur&s;ued:</L>
<L>Had you beheld the Stores, the Magazine,</L>
<L>The Bread, the Chee&s;e, the Bottles, and the Wine,</L>
<L>You would have &s;wore 't had been a <HI>Scotch</HI> Campaign;</L>
<L>That barren Highlands their fateagues &s;hould know,</L>
<L>Where neither they could reap, nor others &s;ow:</L>
<L>Or that <HI>Montro&s;s</HI>'s Marches they &s;hould take,</L>
<L>With fifty days Provi&s;ion at his back.</L>
<L>And now the Queen advances to the view,</L>
<L>Lord! how the ready Troops in order &s;hew,</L>
<PB N="21" REF="12">
<L>No more a Figure, their now di&s;&s;olved Files,</L>
<L>And one great Throng the well fix't Line compiles;</L>
<L>To let the Queen their Annual po&s;tures know</L>
<L>At their more regular Figure, <HI>Lord-Mayors-Show.</HI></L>
<L>And now the Royal Chariot's &s;houted home,</L>
<L>By that Almighty Mon&s;ter Captain <HI>Tom:</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e ecchoing &s;houts when &s;he no more can hear,</L>
<L>Their Pot-gun Volleys charge Her Royal Ear;</L>
<L>Who&s;e regular noi&s;e, had &s;he not known how tame,</L>
<L>How unprepar'd, and how re&s;olv'd they came:</L>
<L>Some dreadful &s;cambling combate did pre&s;ent,</L>
<L>Alike confus'd, th&ocirc; different in event:</L>
<L>And who knows what that day might have produc'd,</L>
<L>By Wine and Martial Gallantry &s;educ'd;</L>
<L>Had not the Wi&s;er Sex their Votes deny'd,</L>
<L>As to the <HI>Bagg of Bullets</HI> by the &s;ide.</L>
<L>Wi&s;ely the advent'rous Wife her pre&s;ence gave,</L>
<L>To calm with Frowns, the Fop &s;he came to &s;ave;</L>
<L>A Whip's a proper weapon for a Slave,</L>
<L>So once <HI>Sclavonian</HI> Ma&s;ters did attack,</L>
<L>When conquering Slaves came in Rebellion back.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="22" REF="13">
<LG>
<L>And thus the Royal Mu&s;ter did conclude,</L>
<L>And the Ho&s;t di&s;&s;olv'd into a multitude;</L>
<L>Meer <HI>Mob</HI> the Matter, Army was the Form,</L>
<L>So Bees go out a Troop, come back a Swarm.</L>
<L>So well compo&s;ed Vapours repre&s;ent</L>
<L>Ships, Armies, Battails, in the Firmament;</L>
<L>'Till &s;teady Eyes the Exhalation &s;olves,</L>
<L>And all to its fir&s;t matter Cloud di&s;&s;olves.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mean while the Martial Terrors of the Field,</L>
<L>The threatned Whiggs with ju&s;t Di&s;dain beheld;</L>
<L>The unwieldy Mon&s;ter they at once defie,</L>
<L>And in their Monarchs Cares do Peace enjoy;</L>
<L>Their joyful Aids to his &s;upport lay down,</L>
<L>And thankfully his happy Influence own;</L>
<L>Their hearty thou&s;ands his Exchequer knows,</L>
<L>And ready Loans their Pre&s;s'd Obedience &s;hows;</L>
<L>No fal&s;e Harangues of late addre&s;&s;ing Age,</L>
<L>But thus their <HI>Lives</HI> and <HI>Fortunes</HI> they engage;</L>
<L>An active Loyalty their Prince&s;s &s;ees,</L>
<L>To purpo&s;e &s;hown, and in Extremities:</L>
<PB N="23" REF="13">
<L>Words are an empty Loyalty at be&s;t,</L>
<L>And cheaply paid, Occa&s;ion is the Te&s;t;</L>
<L>So found too late their Abdicated <HI>James,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;o our Naval Management Proclaims.</L>
<L>Nor do we Laurels to his Temples bring,</L>
<L>Or conquering <HI>William</HI>'s dear bought Triumphs &s;ing</L>
<L>With greater Joy, than with regret we &s;ee</L>
<L>His Cau&s;e (for his is ours) Betray'd at Sea:</L>
<L>So while th' accur&s;ed thing i'th' Camp remain'd,</L>
<L>Were <HI>I&s;rael</HI>'s Tents with <HI>I&s;rael</HI>'s &s;laughters &s;tain'd.</L>
<L>Not &s;o the Hero's our De&s;ign di&s;playes,</L>
<L>Who&s;e awkward Grin their treacherous Joy betrayes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ungrateful Smiles their envious hopes declare,</L>
<L>And &s;tyle the Inva&s;ion a Familiar War.</L>
<L>Their horrid Je&s;ts on <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Fears they make,</L>
<L>And wild Delights in hop'd Revenge do take:</L>
<L>Boa&s;t of our Lo&s;&s;es with exalted Voice,</L>
<L>And at their Countreys Infamy rejoyce.</L>
<L>With uncouth Joy the well known Story told,</L>
<L>How an Inva&s;ion's bought, and <HI>England</HI> &s;old;</L>
<PB N="24" REF="14">
<L>And how exact the deep Intreague is laid,</L>
<L>The <HI>Dutch</HI> be &s;acrific'd, and we betray'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Twas like a Prie&s;t, when of the Sacred Tribe,</L>
<L>One in his bloated Hopes their Plots de&s;cribe:</L>
<L>Our Plot! &s;aid he, and paus'd, to let you know</L>
<L>To whom your Hopes, to whom your Thanks you owe,</L>
<L>'s So deep, &s;o well contriv'd, &s;uch Actors in't,</L>
<L>The Devil perhaps may know't, but can't prevent.</L>
<L>But when the Mob the Reverend Author took,</L>
<L>How like his <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Roger</HI> when <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ook and car|ried to <HI>Guild-Hall.</HI></NOTE> Guide did pa&s;&s;ive <HI>Clerus</HI> look;</L>
<L>How more confus'd, if Impudence can blu&s;h,</L>
<L>When &s;arch't for boa&s;ted Plots!</L>
<L>The Prie&s;t, as Prie&s;ts are wont, deceiv'd the throng,</L>
<L>And lookt for <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Par|&s;on taken at <HI>Grave</HI>'s Coffee-Hou&s;e.</NOTE> Trea&s;on's prov'd a Bawdy Song,</L>
<L>And thus the <HI>Gallick Victories</HI> they declar'd,</L>
<L>Even before the ha&s;tening Fact appear'd:</L>
<L>Boa&s;ting their &s;hame, and hugg'd them&s;elves to find</L>
<L>Their <HI>I&s;rael,</HI> their own <HI>I&s;rael</HI> flee before the <HI>Phili&s;tine:</HI></L>
<L>Ju&s;t then when &s;inking Horror did &s;urround,</L>
<L>And pre&s;ent Fears our ab&s;ent Hopes confound;</L>
<PB N="25" REF="14">
<L>The wondrous Trump his <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Bo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ne&punc;</NOTE> Conque&s;t &s;ounded o're,</L>
<L>So once his A&s;pect &s;av'd the Land before.</L>
<L>Moments of time the va&s;t occa&s;ion hit,</L>
<L>To tho&s;e &s;urprizing, and to the&s;e compleat:</L>
<L>Had the great deed exactly tim'd by Fate,</L>
<L>One weighty juncture &s;lipt, 't had come too late;</L>
<L>Had he not fought, or had it not been then,</L>
<L>Th&ocirc; he had conquer'd, it had been in vain.</L>
<L>So Mighty <HI>Na&s;&s;au,</HI> &s;o did Heaven contrive,</L>
<L>That thy Great hand &s;hould twice the Nation &s;ave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See now the <HI>Hydra-Faction</HI> of the Town,</L>
<L><HI>Cry Hail,</HI> and bend with aukward Couchees to the Throne;</L>
<L>The Cau&s;e di&s;own, and cowardly <HI>Nero</HI> cur&s;e,</L>
<L>Not that he did no better, but no wor&s;e:</L>
<L>Ah! were they true to their adopted Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>There's far more danger in their Tongues than Claws.</L>
<L>For now with fatal Indu&s;try they drive,</L>
<L>And unto one pa&s;t Plot two more contrive;</L>
<PB N="26" REF="15">
<L>Nor grudge to peri&s;h in the &s;torm they rai&s;e,</L>
<L>So their la&s;t fall their Country but betrayes:</L>
<L>So &s;wift are Men to de&s;perate Ills de&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>To ill &s;pontaneous, and in good confin'd.</L>
<L>A proof the evil Principle is fir&s;t,</L>
<L>And Guilt has all the Power to Will engro&s;s'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>View next the la&s;t Fateague of New-born hope,</L>
<L>To &s;ink their fears, and empty Comforts prop,</L>
<L>Exactly laid, but <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Words of the Letter to K. <HI>James,</HI> taken with Lord <HI>Pre&s;ton.</HI></NOTE> <HI>God knows how let drop.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In &s;uppliant Po&s;tures now to Court they go.</L>
<L>And they who once <HI>abhorr'd,</HI> Petition now.</L>
<L>Nor are the Rout of le&s;s &s;uppos'd e&s;teem,</L>
<L>Than &s;ix &s;core repre&s;enting Per&s;ons &s;eem:</L>
<L>Captains of thou&s;ands, mighty Men of Valour,</L>
<L>From &s;illy <HI>Will,</HI> to Captain <HI>Tom the Taylor;</HI></L>
<L>In Mood and Figure to the Hou&s;e made way,</L>
<L>To beg their Prentices a Holy day.</L>
<PB N="27" REF="15">
<L>And made a mo&s;t uncon&s;cionable Prayer,</L>
<L>That they might have no Aldermen, nor Mayor:</L>
<L>But that the City as in ancient <HI>Troy,</HI></L>
<L>One General Revel-Jubilee might enjoy;</L>
<L>That <HI>Bedlam, Newgate, Counters,</HI> and <HI>Bridewell,</HI></L>
<L>Might with the <HI>Common-C&mdash;il</HI> now Rebell;</L>
<L>That <HI>Tower</HI> Ditches might exclude the <HI>Thames,</HI></L>
<L>And Royal <HI>Na&s;&s;au</HI> truckle to King <HI>James:</HI></L>
<L>And that your poor Petitioners may be eas'd,</L>
<L>And have a Mayor, or no Mayor, as they pleas'd;</L>
<L>Remon&s;trating that what they did re&s;tore,</L>
<L>Had more re&s;train'd them than they were before;</L>
<L>'Twas not their loath&s;ome Priviledges they &s;ought,</L>
<L>But freedom to do ill.</L>
<L>Give them their ancient Priviledges agen,</L>
<L>When they could plunder and de&s;troy like Men:</L>
<L>The lu&s;cious Garlick of the former Reigns,</L>
<L>And pin not Freemen up with Po&s;ts and Chains:</L>
<L>When threatning Ba&s;tions at the <HI>Tower</HI> begun,</L>
<L>And <HI>Guild-Hall</HI> Gate became a Garri&s;on.</L>
<L>When Charters were the Te&s;t, and Kings did know</L>
<L>What they dur&s;t ask, the Subject dur&s;t be&s;tow:</L>
<PB N="28" REF="16">
<L>When tru&s;ty Patriots bought Mechanick &s;way,</L>
<L>Begg'd for Illegal Orders to obey,</L>
<L>And Compliment their Liberty's away;</L>
<L>Who&s;e <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Pickering</HI> that begg'd to have his Companies Charter taken away, and deli|vered it with his own hand.</NOTE> &s;wifter Grant his cravings did defeat,</L>
<L>And Tyranny it &s;elf anticipate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A new Sir <HI>Will.</HI> this &s;econd March begun,</L>
<L>And brought his <HI>Blunderbu&s;s,</HI> but left his Gun.</L>
<L>'Twas thought the King be&s;tow'd his Spurs in &s;pight,</L>
<L>And &s;poild a Captain to compo&s;e a Knight;</L>
<L>In Whigg-Plot days have you not &s;een the <HI>Beau,</HI></L>
<L>With Martial Bagpipe to the Main Guard go;</L>
<L>With many a Blunderbu&s;s, and Mu&s;quetoon,</L>
<L>Compleatly arm'd, with Cane, and Pantaloon:</L>
<L>Equip't with his Hereditary Pride,</L>
<L>And his Inheritance of Brains be&s;ide:</L>
<L>Nature has wi&s;ely blazon'd on his Face,</L>
<L>The E&s;cutcheon of his Family, an A&s;s:</L>
<L>From ear to ear the Mantling does extend,</L>
<L><HI>Cre&s;te'd</HI> to &s;how the Goat's the A&s;&s;es Friend;</L>
<L>Acco&s;tom'd to Command, he rais'd in pity</L>
<L>This Independant Troop to &s;erve the City:</L>
<PB N="29" REF="16">
<L>And wi&s;ely does remon&s;trate to the Hou&s;e,</L>
<L>How much his Zeal before his Knowledge goes;</L>
<L>And how he had improv'd his time at School,</L>
<L>Was now a well accompli&s;h'd Captain Fool,</L>
<L>A weighty Blockhead, with an empty Scull.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next him Sir <HI>Ralph,</HI> in his due order &s;tood,</L>
<L>A very <HI>Ralph,</HI> a very piece of Wood:</L>
<L>By art they &s;ay his Timber does excell,</L>
<L>An artificial &s;troke may poli&s;h Hell:</L>
<L>Some hid accompli&s;hments he may contain,</L>
<L>That do for Speculation &s;till remain;</L>
<L>Or to be known; when th' art to under&s;tand,</L>
<L>Without the drudgery of &s;peaking's gain'd,</L>
<L>At pre&s;ent if we judge by what is known,</L>
<L>As to the &s;pecies of a Fool, he 's one.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alas <HI>Tom Durfey</HI> thou ha&s;t fallen <HI>Short,</HI></L>
<L>And now <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>New Rappare<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">s,</HI> pag. 6.</NOTE> <HI>Druge&s;tus</HI> &s;hall excu&s;e thee for't,</L>
<L>For he had el&s;e come next to make us &s;port;</L>
<L>With Ruby Face, and old abhorring No&s;e,</L>
<L>So Copper mix'd with Stone, does Bra&s;s compo&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="30" REF="17">
<LG>
<L>Next Cou&s;in <HI>Will,</HI> with <HI>wither'd</HI> Face and Foot,</L>
<L>In his Addre&s;&s;ing Slippers hobbl'd to't,</L>
<L>With aukward <HI>Phys,</HI> and a Petitioning Band,</L>
<L>Recants Abhorring now, to heal the Land:</L>
<L>With many a &s;igh the Danger repre&s;ents,</L>
<L>And now like <HI>Pen,</HI> the Brother State&s;man cants;</L>
<L>Had he a Linnen Ephod from the Stall,</L>
<L>On's head a <HI>neighbouring Sign,</HI> he'd be a Cardinal:</L>
<L>Were I King <HI>James,</HI> I'de &s;end for him to <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>And to a real <HI>Hat</HI> the Tool advance.</L>
<L>Who knows when once become <HI>His Eminence,</HI></L>
<L>He may be fitter for an <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">His Blunder at the Barr of the Hou&s;e.</NOTE> <HI>Evidence;</HI></L>
<L>Be&s;ides &s;ome change attends him that he knows,</L>
<L>Inform'd by his progno&s;ticating Toes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now if you'd hear &s;ome Loyal City Farce,</L>
<L>Hear <HI>Bed&mdash;d,</HI> hee'l bid you ki&s;s his Ar&mdash;</L>
<L>Nor Shrieffs, nor Mayor, nor Common Halls excus'd,</L>
<L>But his Po&s;teriors are alike expos'd:</L>
<L>Nay, if <HI>Bow</HI> Bells for Whiggi&s;h Joys are rung,</L>
<L>The jangling Mettal mu&s;t &s;alute his Bung;</L>
<PB N="31" REF="17">
<L>The Parliament he hopes will hear him now,</L>
<L>If not his common Compliment they know.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some of the &s;ort have Crimes are Capital,</L>
<L>On whom their Brothers Blood do's Vengeance call;</L>
<L>Tender of the&s;e, we &s;ay to <HI>Rou&s;e</HI> and <HI>Brough,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Eternity is Puni&s;hment enough.</HI></L>
<L>Take an authentick Term for your Condition,</L>
<L>'Twas <HI>Murther</HI> &s;tyl'd by th' Hou&s;e you now Petition;</L>
<L>Petition Heaven, (if it be not too late,)</L>
<L>And tempt no more inevitable Face:</L>
<L>But note, that they do Penitence pretend,</L>
<L>Who &s;trive to extenuate, and not amend.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And here &s;ome Tears does injur'd <HI>Corni&s;h</HI> call,</L>
<L>Whom weeping Heaven does annually bewail,</L>
<L>And Vengeance <HI>&s;wift as Fate</HI> upon his Murtherers entail;</L>
<L>Who&s;e Death will never be forgot, forgiven</L>
<L>On Earth by Man, or unreveng'd by Heaven:</L>
<L>An Innocent Man by your unrighteous Breath,</L>
<L>As a Man before the wicked fell. &mdash;</L>
<PB N="32" REF="18">
<L>To paint the &s;ingle Character of all,</L>
<L>Would &s;well the Satyr to a Chronicle:</L>
<L>As whipping <HI>Langham,</HI> and his Brother <HI>Kent,</HI></L>
<L>With Pious <HI>Brerewood,</HI> Doctor Small-beer's Saint;</L>
<L>And &s;ome that &s;acrificed Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Gaunt;</HI></L>
<L>With one of <HI>Corni&s;hes,</HI> (that yet <HI>&s;urvives,</HI>)</L>
<L>And near an hundred more <HI>Diminutives:</HI></L>
<L>One general Character the Li&s;t may Own,</L>
<L>The <HI>Hackney Jurors</HI> of the Drooping Town;</L>
<L>The Inqui&s;itors of late Tyrannick Reign,</L>
<L>Who now <HI>Petition</HI> for Power to Ride again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How va&s;t had been the Li&s;t, had not the band,</L>
<L>To Senate Members only been confin'd:</L>
<L>Thus Sir <HI>J&mdash; M&mdash;r</HI> they left, and that was pity,</L>
<L>Who had &s;o long been th' <HI>Genius</HI> of the City:</L>
<L>Well might the King to his E&s;cutcheon add</L>
<L>The <HI>Rampant</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">K. <HI>Charles</HI> ad|ded to his Scut|cheon the <HI>Lyon Rampant.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Lyon,</HI> who &s;uch roaring made,</L>
<L>And eat up all the Priviledges we had:</L>
<L>And &s;ome A&s;&s;i&s;tants that the Fury fed,</L>
<L>Were now become of the Petitioned.</L>
<PB N="33" REF="18">
<L>Not thence the &s;lacker handed to put on,</L>
<L>The labour'd purcha&s;e of Confu&s;ion:</L>
<L>For if pa&s;t Hazards are a proper Te&s;t,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Thomas</HI> &s;hares a Faith above mi&s;tru&s;t:</L>
<L>Who Frigidated by Di&s;temper'd <HI>Hams,</HI></L>
<L>His Fiery Zeal for Slavery proclaims;</L>
<L>With Gouty Corps, in Mathematick Chair,</L>
<L>To Charter giving Votes did heartily repair.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sir <HI>Sy&mdash;n L&mdash;s</HI> held up both his Paws,</L>
<L>To think that he who &s;marted for the Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Should now be robb'd of his delight, Applau&s;e;</L>
<L>And by his <HI>quondam</HI> Honours loudly &s;wore,</L>
<L>Tho' Jilted oft, was never Thus before;</L>
<L>Nothing but time can lay the fermentation,</L>
<L>Or make his Wor&s;hip fit for Conver&s;ation.</L>
<L>Not <HI>Celia's</HI> Charms, not <HI>Clora's</HI> tender hours,</L>
<L>But raves in Love, and frets in his Amours.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sir <HI>W&mdash;m W&mdash;ms</HI> fir&s;t the Cau&s;e e&s;pous'd,</L>
<L>And all his &s;puttering Eloquence he rous'd;</L>
<PB N="34" REF="19">
<L>Foaming with learned Fury, you'd ha' thought,</L>
<L>He came to &s;pew them in, he once &s;pew'd out.</L>
<L>Well hir'd to be the Churches Champion,</L>
<L>And thus for <HI>Bi&s;hops Tryal</HI> does attone.</L>
<L>For Soveraign Fee, with eager note does prate,</L>
<L>No Cau&s;e &s;o bad but has an Advocate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And to make up the &s;howe, with Men of Sence,</L>
<L>Comes <HI>Common S&mdash;t</HI> for an <HI>Evidence;</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>We</HI>'s, and <HI>They</HI>'s, with <HI>Us</HI>'s, and <HI>Suppo&s;e</HI>'s,</L>
<L>Tells how in <HI>Common Hall</HI> he counted No&s;es:</L>
<L>Tells you how he him&s;elf with City Power,</L>
<L>Decently waited on by Sheriffs, and <HI>Mayor,</HI></L>
<L>Does <HI>Propria Per&s;ona</HI> fir&s;t di&s;clo&s;e,</L>
<L>And tell the People who it is they cho&s;e.</L>
<L>With Meagre Face, and true Mechanick Pride,</L>
<L>So will th' exalted Beggar always ride.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="conclusion">
<PB N="35" REF="19">
<HEAD>The CONCLUSION.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GReat <HI>Na&s;&s;au</HI> from his envied Throne look't down,</L>
<L>And view'd their bu&s;ie Malice with a Frown.</L>
<L>Their Impotent Fury view'd with ju&s;t di&s;dain,</L>
<L><HI>And ask'd if he had Sav'd them all in vain?</HI></L>
<L>Their weak Intreagues with due Contempt he &s;aw,</L>
<L>And generou&s;ly re&s;train'd the &s;courge of Law.</L>
<L>His Conquering Mercy did his Ju&s;tice &s;tay,</L>
<L>And at his Peril let them di&s;obey:</L>
<L>Re&s;traints to his own injur'd Pa&s;&s;ions gave,</L>
<L>Their Folly pityed, and their Guilt forgave.</L>
<L>A Proof he &s;trove for their meer Liberty,</L>
<L>Had <HI>fought</HI> to &s;ave, and <HI>conquer'd</HI> to &s;et free;</L>
<L>Divinely Good, their treacherous arts he bore,</L>
<L>Was &s;till as kind, and gentle as before:</L>
<L>Arm'd them as Friends, to fortifie his Throne,</L>
<L>And &s;mil'd until they thought he dur&s;t not frown.</L>
<L>But when their In&s;olence his Arm defy'd,</L>
<L>And wou'd again their baffled Cau&s;e have try'd,</L>
<L>And he mu&s;t now de&s;troy or be de&s;troy'd;</L>
<PB N="36" REF="20">
<L>Let's flye at once his Vengeance to devour,</L>
<L>And gives a ta&s;te of his mi&s;taken Power:</L>
<L>Takes care that they &s;hall never more rebell,</L>
<L>And with ju&s;t Thunder drives them down to Hell.</L>
<L>"So <HI>Jove</HI> when Earth born <HI>Titan</HI>'s did a&s;pire,</L>
<L>"Pile Hill on Hill, and higher yet came and higher,</L>
<L>"Till they almo&s;t had &s;cal'd Heavens glittering Wall,</L>
<L>"And either they, or he him&s;elf mu&s;t fall;</L>
<L>"Unrein'd his Vengeance, let his Thunders flye,</L>
<L>"And forked Lightnings &s;ally round the Skye;</L>
<L>"The black <HI>Aby&s;s</HI> is cover'd with their &s;poils,</L>
<L>"They float on <HI>Chaos,</HI> like enchanted I&s;les;</L>
<L>"Transfix't with angry Bolts, from &s;urge to &s;urge they go,</L>
<L>"De&s;pair and raving wander in Eternal Woe:</L>
<L>May all thine Enemies, <HI>Great Na&s;&s;au,</HI> peri&s;h &s;o.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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