532:18,000[' ]| 532:18,000[' ]| 532:18,000[' ]| 532:18,001[A ]| I can not hold! hot struggling rage aspires 532:18,002[A ]| And crowds my freeborn breast with noble fires. 532:18,003[A ]| Whilst prudent fools squeak treason through the nose 532:18,004[A ]| And whine a quivering vote in$4$ sneaking prose, 532:18,005[A ]| My muse soars out of reach and dares despise 532:18,006[A ]| Whatever below attempts to$9$ tyrannize. 532:18,007[A ]| Though I by$4$ some base Nero should be clad 532:18,008[A ]| In$4$ such a gown as the old Christians had, 532:18,009[A ]| In$4$ clouds of satire up$5$ to$4$ Heaven I would roll, 532:18,010[A ]| For$3$ he could burn my shell, but not my soul. 532:18,011[A ]| Though Nature her auspicious aid refuse, 532:18,012[A ]| Revenge and anger shall inspire my muse: 532:18,013[A ]| Nature has given me a complaining part, 532:18,014[A ]| And bleeding England a resenting heart. 532:18,015[A ]| Let creeping players, whose pliant fancies can, 532:18,016[A ]| Sneak to$4$ the Devil and call him gentleman. 532:18,017[A ]| How long has northern air so$5#1$ sovereign been 532:18,018[A ]| To$9$ purge the plot, and sanctify a sin? 532:18,019[A ]| It is well for$4$ England if at last it find 532:18,020[A ]| The traitor's noxious humours left behind, 532:18,021[A ]| Which$6#1$ long have been fomented by$4$ the spoil 532:18,022[A ]| Of that$6#2$ old-fashioned honest fool Argyle, 532:18,023[A ]| Who$6#1$ lost a noble fortune on$4$ pretence 532:18,024[A ]| Of a fond thing the Whigs call conscience. 532:18,025[A ]| His fall and Thynne's, if rightly understood, 532:18,026[A ]| Were only doomed to$4$ flesh the hounds in$4$ blood. 532:18,027[A ]| The way is chalked out, though fear retard the blow; 532:18,028[A ]| It is plain that$3$ once a rogue and ever so$5#2$. 532:18,029[A ]| Treason is the gangrene of a mounting soul, 532:18,030[A ]| Which$6#1$, if not soon cut off, infects the whole. 532:18,031[A ]| Though Heaven in$4$ anger sometimes may relieve, 532:18,032[A ]| Pardons still do not follow a reprieve. 532:18,033[A ]| Not fell Charybdis, Godwins, and the oar, 532:18,034[A ]| If Fate ordain it, shall keep a prince from shore, 532:18,035[A ]| Since he that$6#1$ would by$4$ brother's blood be crowned 532:18,036[A ]| Shall (though in$4$ egg-shell frigate) never be drowned. 532:18,037[A ]| Which$6#1$ stocked seraglios and rich grand viziers, 532:18,038[A ]| The industrious Tory truck for$4$ officers? 532:18,039[A ]| In$4$ sober sadness, sirs, how goes the price? 532:18,040[A ]| Are sheriffs lately grown good merchandise? 532:18,041[A ]| Sure, brethren, we may fear the cause is low 532:18,042[A ]| When you for$4$ cordials unto Turkey go. 532:18,043[A ]| When nothing else the desperate game retrieves, 532:18,044[A ]| You will$1$ choose the city circumcised shrieves: 532:18,045[A ]| To$4$ whom, if you would take advice from me, 532:18,046[A ]| Good Father Elliot should a chaplain be. 532:18,047[A ]| Some mufties too you might have wafted over, 532:18,048[A ]| But that$3$ with bishops we were stocked before: 532:18,049[A ]| High rampant, swearing bishops, tite and true, 532:18,050[A ]| Brisk bishops, who$6#1$ have their seraglios too; 532:18,051[A ]| Who$6#1$ will$1$ bid, before ghostly codpiece find rebuke, 532:18,052[A ]| Two hundred pounds a year above a duke; 532:18,053[A ]| Who$6#1$, if their piety were open set, 532:18,054[A ]| Are verier Turks than Bishop Mahomet; 532:18,055[A ]| Who$6#1$, armed with sword for$4$ pen and mail for$4$ gown, 532:18,056[A ]| With cogent blows knock reeling Error down. 532:18,057[A ]| Had you some aids of janizaries got, 532:18,058[A ]| Or some bold troops from the timariot, 532:18,059[A ]| These better would have merited rewards 532:18,060[A ]| Than all your ruby-nosed and whoring guards, 532:18,061[A ]| Who$6#1$, though to$9$ fight they could not find a heart, 532:18,062[A ]| Most nobly would discharge the plundering part. 532:18,063[A ]| Then we shall get as loyal sheriffs, when 532:18,064[A ]| The lousy regiments are liverymen. 532:18,065[A ]| Now you by$4$ law may freely take a purse, 532:18,066[A ]| For$3$ one upon$4$ the bench will$1$ vouch it, sirs. 532:18,067[A ]| Claw me, and I will$1$ claw thee; what, he is his brother! 532:18,068[A ]| And one good turn, ye know, requires another. 532:18,069[A ]| For$3$ that$6#2$ old fox most prudently decreed 532:18,070[A ]| To$9$ get a powerful friend in$4$ time of need, 532:18,071[A ]| That$3$ when he Newgate fate approaching sees, 532:18,072[A ]| He may persuade him to$9$ refund his fees; 532:18,073[A ]| Or, if they can not here securely trade, 532:18,074[A ]| Sneak back with him, and turn a renegade. 532:18,075[A ]| Poor Tories! have you none but him in$4$ store 532:18,076[A ]| Who$6#1$ has now been thumbed so$5#1$ oft he will$1$ hold no$2$ more? 532:18,077[A ]| Can you provide no$2$ better partner than 532:18,078[A ]| An unbeliever for$4$ a Mussulman? 532:18,079[A ]| Those are but mongrel Turks (to$9$ tell you true) 532:18,080[A ]| Who$6#1$ love not Christian better than a Jew; 532:18,081[A ]| And, if they will$1$ not take a friend's advice, 532:18,082[A ]| Shall never come into Mahomet's Paradise. 532:18,083[A ]| Degenerate London! Slave to$4$ mighty pelf! 532:18,084[A ]| Degenerate London! Stranger to$4$ thyself! 532:18,085[A ]| Are these thy senators? thy fathers sage? 532:18,086[A ]| Sure, if they are, they dote with gold and age, 532:18,087[A ]| There was, alas! there was a time when we 532:18,088[A ]| Esteemed our lives below our liberty; 532:18,089[A ]| When, if our dying country we could save, 532:18,090[A ]| We had sung on$4$ tombs and triumphed on$4$ the grave, 532:18,091[A ]| Joyfully fallen on$4$ her beloved face, 532:18,092[A ]| And perished in$4$ our mother's dear embrace. 532:18,093[A ]| That$6#2$ nobler ardour long ago is fled; 532:18,094[A ]| The slaves are living, and the heroes dead. 532:18,095[A ]| We peep into the hall, and whoop, and then, 532:18,096[A ]| Fools as we went, like$4$ fools come back again: 532:18,097[A ]| For$4$ shrieves, like$4$ larks in$4$ falling skies, we gape, 532:18,098[A ]| And dance attendance on$4$ the courtier's ape; 532:18,099[A ]| Who$6#1$ (poor good-natured soul) can neither have 532:18,100[A ]| Honesty for$4$ the fool nor wit for$4$ knave. 532:18,101[A ]| He is a strange piece of linsey-woolsey ware, 532:18,102[A ]| Just such another thing as bishops are. 532:18,103[A ]| When he on$4$ lofty ten-toes did advance, 532:18,104[A ]| And through the streets on$4$ foot-back proudly prance, 532:18,105[A ]| Circled around by$4$ all the ragged rout, 532:18,106[A ]| Who$6#1$ loud huzzas and, "Bless your lordship," shout, 532:18,107[A ]| Absent from Jenkins, Halifax, and all 532:18,108[A ]| That$3$ in$4$ his ears forever buzz and bawl, 532:18,109[A ]| Then he his loyal carcass did undress 532:18,110[A ]| And unto ghostly mother thus confess: 532:18,111@w | "The work is done, I ought to$9$ swear them too; 532:18,112@w | But oh! I shall be chidden if I do. 532:18,113@w | Somebody terrifies me twice and once, 532:18,114@w | And frights me with ""Raw-head and bloody bones!""; 532:18,115@w | But if I am good, he calls me ""Love"" and ""Joy"", 532:18,116@w | And tells me, ""There is my dainty golden boy!"" 532:18,117@w | Gives me a pipe and cart to$9$ truckle in$5$, 532:18,118@w | And strokes my head, and chucks me under chin, 532:18,119@w | And also promised the next time he comes 532:18,120@w | To$9$ bring his pocket full of sugar-plums. 532:18,121@w | Nay, once in$4$ verity he passed his word 532:18,122@w | To$9$ make my honourable knaveship, lord. 532:18,123@w | Spite of my teeth, he made me truant play, 532:18,124@w | And to$4$ Whitehall kidnapped my lord away; 532:18,125@w | There such paw words so$5#1$ terribly he said, 532:18,126@w | As with strange proclamations filled my head. 532:18,127@w | I will$1$ imitate great Lucifer and be 532:18,128@w | A tyrant far more absolute than he, 532:18,129@w | Who$6#1$ never could a Common Council call, 532:18,130@w | Nor domineer like$4$ me in$4$ Heaven's Guildhall, 532:18,131@w | Nor yet in$4$ the Crown Office put the stars, 532:18,132@w | Nor angels prosecute for$4$ rioters. 532:18,133@w | Well, if at last I find the House too hot, 532:18,134@w | And Master Jeffrey needs must go to$4$ pot. 532:18,135@w | Worst come to$4$ the worst, it only shall be said, 532:18,136@w | I wisely hanged myself to$9$ save my head." 532:18,137[A ]| Thus said, on$4$ gilded couches sinking down, 532:18,138[A ]| Sleep seized his corpse, and laid his empty crown. 532:18,139[A ]| Through all the tedious hours of baleful night, 532:18,140[A ]| Guilt gnaws his soul with many a ghastly sprite. 532:18,141[A ]| Disloyal Morpheus did at first present 532:18,142[A ]| The horrid spectre of a parliament; 532:18,143[A ]| Five hundred heads adorn its mighty chest, 532:18,144[A ]| Millions of noble hearts inform the breast, 532:18,145[A ]| Millions of hands defend the sacred throne, 532:18,146[A ]| Bravely resolved to$9$ make its grave their own. 532:18,147[A ]| Poor he at their tribunal quivering stood; 532:18,148[A ]| Guilt locked his veins, and fear congealed his blood; 532:18,149[A ]| But what was done or said by$4$ him, or these, 532:18,150[A ]| I can not tell you till their masters please. 532:18,151[A ]| The next that$6#1$ gave his memory a rub, 532:18,152[A ]| Were two produced in$4$ City sweating-tub, 532:18,153[A ]| Who$6#1$, that$3$ they might appear for$4$ North and Box, 532:18,154[A ]| Were used like$4$ rotten courtiers with a pox; 532:18,155[A ]| Within his bagnio they were forced to$9$ stay 532:18,156[A ]| Till, choked with heat, their souls did melt away; 532:18,157[A ]| Bequeathing him the people's weighty hate, 532:18,158[A ]| Sure omen of a far severer fate. 532:18,159[A ]| The next that$6#1$ discomposed his lordship's naps 532:18,160[A ]| Was a whole shower of dreadful shoulder-claps; 532:18,161[A ]| Action they still atop of action pack, 532:18,162[A ]| Almost enough to$9$ break a camel's back; 532:18,163[A ]| Hundreds of thousand pounds! St%*James defend us, 532:18,164[A ]| Or these unconscionable Whigs will$1$ end us. 532:18,165[A ]| So$5#1$ great a noise these Counter-devils did keep 532:18,166[A ]| As fright his doughty lordship out of sleep. 532:18,167[A ]| For$4$ a court journey he again provides, 532:18,168[A ]| Saddles his cane, and then gets up$5$ and rides; 532:18,169[A ]| To$4$ the Cabal he hastily does go, 532:18,170[A ]| Still crying, "Westminster" and "Lambeth, ho!" 532:18,171[A ]| What there he did, fanatics must not tell, 532:18,172[A ]| But if you would know, pray ask Sir Lionel. 532:18,173[A ]| Room for$4$ the chap-fallen mouth, or else it will$1$ swear 532:18,174[A ]| By$4$ all the Aps from Saint Cadwallader, 532:18,175[A ]| 532:18,176[A ]| 532:18,177[A ]| 532:18,178[A ]| 532:18,179[A ]| 532:18,180[A ]| 532:18,181[A ]| Thence this incarnate cacodemon rose, 532:18,182[A ]| Whose very face his parents' image shows: 532:18,183[A ]| His shape was all inhuman and uncouth, 532:18,184[A ]| But yet he is chiefly devil about the mouth. 532:18,185[A ]| With care they nursed the brat, for$4$ fear it should 532:18,186[A ]| Grow tame, and so$3$ degenerate into good; 532:18,187[A ]| With City Charters him they wrapped about, 532:18,188[A ]| And Acts of Parliament for$4$ swaddling-clout. 532:18,189[A ]| As he grew up$5$, he won a noble fame, 532:18,190[A ]| Well worthy of the brood from whence he came; 532:18,191[A ]| Cherishing Spite and hugging Discord fell, 532:18,192[A ]| He was the best beloved brat of Hell. 532:18,193[A ]| Oft with success this mighty blast did bawl 532:18,194[A ]| Where loudest lungs and longest swords win all, 532:18,195[A ]| And still his clenched arguments did end 532:18,196[A ]| With that$6#2$ home thrust, "He is not Caesar's friend." 532:18,197[A ]| Sometimes, that$3$ jaded ears he might release, 532:18,198[A ]| Good man! he has been feed to$9$ hold his peace. 532:18,199[A ]| Hear him, but never see him, and you would swear 532:18,200[A ]| He was the crier, not the counsellor. 532:18,201[A ]| He roars as if he only chanced to$9$ find 532:18,202[A ]| Justice was now grown deaf as well as blind. 532:18,203[A ]| This demi-fiend, this hurricane of man, 532:18,204[A ]| Must shatter London's glory (if he can); 532:18,205[A ]| This engineer must, with his forked crown 532:18,206[A ]| For$4$ battering ram, beat all her bulwarks down. 532:18,207[A ]| And him our prudent praetor wisely chose 532:18,208[A ]| To$9$ splutter law and the dinned rabble pose. 532:18,209[A ]| They have a thousand tongues, yet he can roar 532:18,210[A ]| Far louder, though they had a thousand more. 532:18,211[A ]| Unto long-winded Cook he scorns to$9$ go, 532:18,212[A ]| But pleads, "his Majesty will$1$ have it so$5#2$." 532:18,213[A ]| Counsel alone, for$4$ such a client fit, 532:18,214[A ]| As famed for$4$ honesty as he for$4$ wit. 532:18,215@w | "Well," 532:18,215[A ]| quoth Sir*George, 532:18,215@w | "the Whigs may think me rude, 532:18,216@w | Or brand me guilty of ingratitude; 532:18,217@w | At my preferment they (poor fools) may grudge, 532:18,218@w | And think me fit for$4$ hangman more than judge; 532:18,219@w | But though they fret, and bite their nails, and bawl, 532:18,220@w | I will$1$ slight them, and go kiss dear Nelly*Wall. 532:18,221@w | Dalila is to$4$ court returned, and I, 532:18,222@w | Blessed with her influence, all the world defy. 532:18,223@w | I am made, whilst Samson wantons in$4$ her lap: 532:18,224@w | Such favourites are whores, so$5#1$ charming is a clap." 532:18,225[A ]| But hold! what makes the gaping many run? 532:18,226[A ]| Is France defeated? or is Rome undone? 532:18,227[A ]| Is Portsmouth nun, or Kate a mother grown? 532:18,228[A ]| Will$1$ conscientious Comyn swear for$4$ none? 532:18,229[A ]| Have poets quite forgot to$9$ smooth, and glose, 532:18,230[A ]| And lead admiring cullies by$4$ the nose? 532:18,231[A ]| Have we a war with Monsieur? peace with Spain? 532:18,232[A ]| Or have we got a parliament again? 532:18,233[A ]| All in$4$ good time, when Heaven and Charles shall please. 532:18,234[A ]| But it is a wonder greater far than these: 532:18,235[A ]| Were not our shrieves the greatest sots alive 532:18,236[A ]| To$9$ question my Lord mayor's prerogative, 532:18,237[A ]| Who$6#1$ is (if all that$6#1$ Tories say be true) 532:18,238[A ]| The wisest lord that$6#1$ ever London knew? 532:18,239[A ]| And aided by$4$ some musty laws, dispute 532:18,240[A ]| With him that$6#1$ is, or would be, absolute? ~~ 532:18,241[A ]| Though that$6#2$ is (if due to$4$ one) to$4$ one alone, 532:18,242[A ]| Unless the Hustings could commence a throne. 532:18,243[A ]| Rave whilst they will$1$, he will$1$ make the City stay 532:18,244[A ]| Because it is great and lordly to$9$ delay. 532:18,245@w | "Our pleasure is that$3$ you no$2$ longer sit, 532:18,246@w | But go, and meet again when we think fit." 532:18,247[A ]| When will$0$ and pleasure could not aught prevail, 532:18,248[A ]| Away he trots to$9$ tell the woeful tale. 532:18,249[A ]| On$4$ marrow bones he sadly begs for$4$ pity: 532:18,250@w | "Pray, sir! I can not be quiet for$4$ the City. 532:18,251@w | They hunch, and punch, and hit me many a pat, 532:18,252@w | And throw one down, and dirt one's beaver hat. 532:18,253@w | The uncomplaisant fanatics neither care 532:18,254@w | For$4$ sage Sir*John, nor Lord, nor Moore, nor Mayor." 532:18,255[A ]| Woe to$4$ the naughty boy that$6#1$ is such a noddy 532:18,256[A ]| To$9$ abuse him who$6#1$ says nothing to$4$ nobody. 532:18,257[A ]| The shrieves must come, and in$4$ one live-long hour, 532:18,258[A ]| Presto, they are conjured into enchanted Tower. 532:18,259[A ]| But four small devils did hoist them on$4$ their backs. 532:18,260[A ]| Behold the policy of Halifax 532:18,261[A ]| Who$6#1$ makes the Protestants' devotion thus: 532:18,262[A ]| From Hell, and Hull, and Him, deliver us. 532:18,263[A ]| That$6#2$ sham will$1$ not take, sir; for$3$, whatever you do, 532:18,264[A ]| We know our strength but know our duty too. 532:18,265[A ]| At these fine little tricks of state we laugh; 532:18,266[A ]| For$3$ such old birds are seldom caught with chaff. 532:18,267[A ]| Yet though whole droves of locusts you provide, 532:18,268[A ]| With ten and twenty regiments beside, 532:18,269[A ]| Though they should batter down our towers and walls 532:18,270[A ]| (As once before) with Tewkesbury mustard balls, 532:18,271[A ]| We have noble hearts dare leap into a flame, 532:18,272[A ]| With a bold traitor's blood to$9$ quench the same, 532:18,273[A ]| With parting breath curse all the friends to$4$ Rome, 532:18,274[A ]| And in$4$ some temple's ruins find a tomb. 532:18,275[A ]| Nor you familiars shall forgotten be, 532:18,276[A ]| Although unworthy of my verse and me; 532:18,277[A ]| You who$6#1$ that$6#2$ honourable fool command, 532:18,278[A ]| And finely manage him by$4$ sleight of hand. 532:18,279[A ]| Billy, look to$4$ it; before parliament come on$5$, 532:18,280[A ]| Let you and neighbour Jemmy get you gone. 532:18,281[A ]| Rouse up$5$, ye Tories of the factious age, 532:18,282[A ]| Implicit clappers to$4$ the bawdy stage: 532:18,283[A ]| Duncomb is an ass to$9$ think these mighty men 532:18,284[A ]| Would take such store of pains for$4$ nine or ten; 532:18,285[A ]| When your dear patrons to$4$ preferments rise, 532:18,286[A ]| Moloch must have a larger sacrifice; 532:18,287[A ]| Hundred of hecatombs shall grace his shrine, 532:18,288[A ]| While you huzza in$4$ blood instead of wine; 532:18,289[A ]| Whilst from their holes the waspish Whigs you burn, 532:18,290[A ]| And every signpost to$4$ a gibbet turn. 532:18,291[A ]| Degenerate Albion! Ah! is this thy son? 532:18,292[A ]| This thy degenerate offspring, Albion? 532:18,293[A ]| Canst thou without a cloud of blushes see 532:18,294[A ]| The follies of thy spurious progeny? 532:18,295[A ]| Is not the man a hero, bold and brave, 532:18,296[A ]| That$6#1$ damns his race and dooms his grandchild slave? 532:18,297[A ]| Does not our loyal lord deserve to$9$ pass 532:18,298[A ]| For$4$ what he is indeed, a loyal ass? 532:18,299[A ]| Are not our dearest friends, the plodding Whigs, 532:18,300[A ]| Old dogs at politics and state intrigues, 532:18,301[A ]| Who$6#1$ split again upon$4$ the self-same shelves, 532:18,302[A ]| And sweat to$9$ twist a rope to$9$ hang themselves? 532:18,303[A ]| One would have thought the port wherewith he goes, 532:18,304[A ]| And chain and all, enough to$9$ fright his foes! 532:18,305[A ]| It is true, he scorns to$9$ fear or take affront 532:18,306[A ]| But looks as big as Bully Rodomont. 532:18,307[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ the valour and the force can tell, 532:18,308[A ]| That$6#1$ waits upon$4$ the name of colonel? 532:18,309[A ]| But yet, to$9$ curb fanatics' discontent, 532:18,310[A ]| Guards must be drawn up$5$ ready to$9$ present; 532:18,311[A ]| Yet though he is so$5#1$ courageous, he is so$5#1$ wise, 532:18,312[A ]| That$3$ none but friends know where his valour lies. 532:18,313[A ]| Poor souless thing! alike contemned and cursed, 532:18,314[A ]| By$4$ some Court-sneaking devil informed at first, 532:18,315[A ]| Under what sickly planet wert thou born, 532:18,316[A ]| Doomed at thy birth thy nation's plague and scorn? 532:18,317[A ]| Did sullen Saturn rule the sooty sky, 532:18,318[A ]| Or frowning Mars his car run rumbling by$5$? 532:18,319[A ]| No$2$ manlike power would then vouchsafe to$9$ sway; 532:18,320[A ]| Some woman-god usurped the unlucky day; 532:18,321[A ]| Unconstant Luna's force did then prevail 532:18,322[A ]| In$4$ close conjunction with the Dragon's tail. 532:18,323[A ]| Poor soulless thing! thee cross-grained nature gave 532:18,324[A ]| To$9$ make the land a scourge, the Court a slave; 532:18,325[A ]| Thy country's bane, the stateman's wooden tool, 532:18,326[A ]| More fool than knave, and yet more knave than fool. 532:18,327[A ]| Like$4$ farting Phythia, thou art nothing else 532:18,328[A ]| But a mere trunk to$4$ Satan's oracles: 532:18,329[A ]| Still mayst thou live, but live in$4$ fear and pain, 532:18,330[A ]| And live to$9$ see a parliament again. 532:18,331[A ]| Ah, too, too happy London! didst thou know, 532:18,332[A ]| And bless the arm divine that$6#1$ made thee so$5#2$; 532:18,333[A ]| Planted by$4$ Heaven in$4$ a luxuriant soil, 532:18,334[A ]| The paradise of all this fruitful isle; 532:18,335[A ]| With air-invading turrets proudly crowned, 532:18,336[A ]| With Thames' oozy arms begirt around, 532:18,337[A ]| With silver Thames, who$6#1$ smoothes his aged face 532:18,338[A ]| When hasting to$4$ his darling's dear embrace; 532:18,339[A ]| Bearing the traffic of the home-spun west 532:18,340[A ]| As a love-token to$9$ adorn her breast. 532:18,341[A ]| On$4$ his proud neck, he takes the irksome chain, 532:18,342[A ]| And still rolls back to$9$ kiss her shores again; 532:18,343[A ]| Indulgent mothers so$5#2$, long tales will$1$ tell, 532:18,344[A ]| And give their parting sons a long farewell! 532:18,345[A ]| The gentle Naiads for$4$ her sight prepare, 532:18,346[A ]| And in$4$ their crystal mirrors curl their hair; 532:18,347[A ]| Their purling streams and bubbling rills advance, 532:18,348[A ]| And round the sedges decked with osiers dance; 532:18,349[A ]| Their brooks and ponds of scaly subjects drain 532:18,350[A ]| For$4$ presents to$9$ enrich their sovereign. 532:18,351[A ]| The stately Nereids, with the swelling tide, 532:18,352[A ]| Rich freights from all the universe provide; 532:18,353[A ]| Whatever of rarities the East can show, 532:18,354[A ]| With all the glittering entrails of Peru, 532:18,355[A ]| Cargoes of myrrh and frankincense they bring, 532:18,356[A ]| And pearls and diamonds for$4$ an offering; 532:18,357[A ]| And when a storm is raised, to$9$ make their peace, 532:18,358[A ]| Even their own corals and their ambergris. 532:18,359[A ]| Nor yet this cabinet, though bright, had been 532:18,360[A ]| Admired, but for$4$ the nobler gems within; 532:18,361[A ]| Not all the Indies charms enough can find 532:18,362[A ]| To$9$ please and satisfy a virtuous mind; 532:18,363[A ]| For$3$ wealth without our liberties would be 532:18,364[A ]| But painted chains and gilded slavery. 532:18,365[A ]| To$9$ make her happiness complete and whole, 532:18,366[A ]| The gods inspired her with a generous soul; 532:18,367[A ]| Her freeborn offspring still was great and brave, 532:18,368[A ]| Too low for$4$ rebel, but too high for$4$ slave; 532:18,369[A ]| Who$6#1$ both of right and duty sense did feel, 532:18,370[A ]| And could bow low, but rather burst than kneel. 532:18,371[A ]| Amongst this purer wheat some tares did breed, 532:18,372[A ]| Some cockle, and encroaching darnel seed; 532:18,373[A ]| A viperous brood, who$6#1$ smiling poison give 532:18,374[A ]| To$4$ those indulgent friends who$6#1$ made 'em live; 532:18,375[A ]| Cut out for$4$ France, or some ignobler place, 532:18,376[A ]| Where tyrants' chains are counted no$2$ disgrace. 532:18,377[A ]| Nature found stuff for$4$ men and wrought it right, 532:18,378[A ]| But Heaven denies to$9$ give a human sprite. 532:18,379[A ]| Some sparks of fire she like$4$ Prometheus stole, 532:18,380[A ]| And wanting better, gave a chicken's soul; 532:18,381[A ]| Or what did by$4$ late transmigration pass 532:18,382[A ]| From some contented slave or golden ass. 532:18,383[A ]| These (bleeding London) all thy bliss destroy, 532:18,384[A ]| These stab thy hopes, and murder all thy joy: 532:18,385[A ]| These not content with what themselves could do, 532:18,386[A ]| To$9$ please the Devil, would damn their neighbours too. 532:18,387[A ]| But thou (great Charles) whose glorious Wain does rove 532:18,388[A ]| Round our horizon, next to$4$ none but Jove, 532:18,389[A ]| With royal goodness hear their humble suit, 532:18,390[A ]| Who$6#1$ fain would love thee, if thou wouldst let them do it. 532:18,391[A ]| I beg no$2$ favour, I expect no$2$ bays; 532:18,392[A ]| Bare truth gets frowns, gilt lies have coin and praise. 532:18,393[A ]| Could I the art of thy great laureate win, 532:18,394[A ]| To$9$ wash a Moor, or blanch a blacker sin, 532:18,395[A ]| Then might I nobly swear and whore in$4$ state, 532:18,396[A ]| And even bid fair for$4$ wealth in$4$ spite of fate; 532:18,397[A ]| But though my threadbare muse would be trying, 532:18,398[A ]| Yet all, like$4$ him, have not the gift of lying. 532:18,399[A ]| Oh, hear thy bleeding subjects' groans and sighs, 532:18,400[A ]| If not their tongues, yet hear their flowing eyes; 532:18,401[A ]| Pity their too well-grounded griefs and fears, 532:18,402[A ]| Moved by$4$ the silent rhetoric of their tears. 532:18,403[A ]| Oh let the charming Devil tempt on$5$ in$4$ vain; 532:18,404[A ]| Appear thyself, and break the ignoble chain; 532:18,405[A ]| Shake the Court ear-wigs from thy pestered throne, 532:18,406[A ]| Shake off thy little kings, and reign alone. 532:18,407[A ]| So$3$ mayst thou see thy flatterers fall, and see 532:18,408[A ]| Those that$6#1$ are friends to$4$ law are friends to$4$ thee; 532:18,409[A ]| So$3$ mayst thou bring poor England glad relief, 532:18,410[A ]| To$9$ right her wrongs and banish all her grief, 532:18,411[A ]| Till crowned with suns and beams of peaceful day, 532:18,412[A ]| Attendant angels thee to$4$ bliss convey; 532:18,413[A ]| Thither, though late, (late let it be) remove, 532:18,414[A ]| And change this diadem for$4$ one more bright above. 532:18,415[A ]| May thy surviving image ever be 532:18,416[A ]| (If possible) as much beloved as thee. 532:18,417[A ]| May after-ages his great sons admire, 532:18,418[A ]| For$4$ England's darlings and the world's desire; 532:18,419[A ]| For$4$ sworn eternal foes to$4$ France and Rome, 532:18,420[A ]| In$4$ a long, long succession down to$4$ the day of doom.