609:00,000[' ]| 609:00,000[' ]| 609:00,000[' ]| 609:00,000[' ]| 609:00,000[' ]| 609:00,001[A ]| How wise and happy are we grown of late, 609:00,002[A ]| Since plays and ballads have reform'd the State! 609:00,003[A ]| Since Tories with a spleen and guilt accurst 609:00,004[A ]| Have had the forehead to cry \Traitor\ first! 609:00,005[A ]| By hackney wits rising on England's ruin, 609:00,006[A ]| Have libell'd Whigs for what themselves are doing! 609:00,007[A ]| And while new polities their chief devise, 609:00,008[A ]| Cast dirt about to blind the people's eyes. 609:00,009[A ]| Since Roger, under loyalty's pretense, 609:00,010[A ]| Has outstar'd truth and bawl'd down common sense; 609:00,011[A ]| Since against powers that us'd even kings to awe 609:00,012[A ]| (Champions of right and guarantees of law!), 609:00,013[A ]| Powers that, like Heaven, will not the guilty quit, 609:00,014[A ]| The bully rages without fear or wit; 609:00,015[A ]| On whom, though he can fix no other stains, 609:00,016[A ]| By mention only his foul mouth profanes. 609:00,017[A ]| Since to clear Popery he seems inspir'd, 609:00,018[A ]| Himself still fresh and all his readers tir'd; 609:00,019[A ]| Since by long lying for that cassock cause, 609:00,020[A ]| And undermining all his country's laws, 609:00,021[A ]| He got the clergy's money and applause; 609:00,022[A ]| Since, like a vicar-general, he rules 609:00,023[A ]| Those ductile minds on whom the Church and schools 609:00,024[A ]| Have stamp'd th' indelible character of fools 609:00,025[A ]| (Whom, to know nothing but with words to fence, 609:00,026[A ]| Their function in all ages did dispense, 609:00,027[A ]| Exempt forever from the power of sense); 609:00,028[A ]| Since guides who must mislead have best esteem, 609:00,029[A ]| And those who should corrupted crowds redeem 609:00,030[A ]| From the lov'd yoke of their own passions' sway 609:00,031[A ]| To the far worse of other men's betray; 609:00,032[A ]| With reason they a pastor's name reject. 609:00,033[A ]| More just is that of \Priest\ they so affect; 609:00,034[A ]| It speaks their mission right, whose myst'ry lies 609:00,035[A ]| In making their whole flock a sacrifice. 609:00,036[A ]| With sordid hopes and base ambition blind, 609:00,037[A ]| They chain the body, who should free the mind, 609:00,038[A ]| And of Court frowns, more than of Heaven's, in awe, 609:00,039[A ]| Have for Christ's gospel preach'd our statement's law. 609:00,040[A ]| Since Tory, in all courts, Chief Judge did sit, 609:00,041[A ]| Here he's the test of right, and there of wit. 609:00,042[A ]| Since Britain, like a fond, unwary maid, 609:00,043[A ]| Has been by pleasing promises betray'd; 609:00,044[A ]| Since she her help to cheat herself affords, 609:00,045[A ]| And, drunk with passion, barters things for words; 609:00,046[A ]| Since frequent parliaments, the crown's best screen, 609:00,047[A ]| By fines of thanks were paid for ~~ but ne'er seen; 609:00,048[A ]| Since their reforming votes Addressors cloy'd, 609:00,049[A ]| And government by law we have enjoy'd: 609:00,050[A ]| Law, that makes Littleton's out of credit grow, 609:00,051[A ]| Such as nor statutes nor reports can show, 609:00,052[A ]| And clients equal with their counsel know. 609:00,053[A ]| Such Empson once, and Dudley (by ill chance 609:00,054[A ]| For their own necks) did loyally advance; 609:00,055[A ]| Such now makes Frenchmen run away from France. 609:00,056[A ]| Such sense of right has rais'd their tyrant's throne; 609:00,057[A ]| Under such law the conquer'd Flemings groan. 609:00,058[A ]| Such juries learn, ere the Chief Justice speaks; 609:00,059[A ]| Such sets up witnesses, and merchants breaks. 609:00,060[A ]| Such starves that bank that, with her daily bread, 609:00,061[A ]| Suppli'd the widow and the orphan fed. 609:00,062[A ]| Such, with their rights, time-serving rogues relieves; 609:00,063[A ]| Such perjures Ward, and wicked Will believes; 609:00,064[A ]| In whom th' ungrateful mercenary knave 609:00,065[A ]| From deserv'd halters does the coward save. 609:00,066[A ]| Such, vexing Protestants, does Papists spare, 609:00,067[A ]| Makes trials traps, Justice itself a snare, 609:00,068[A ]| And London'd Tower a castle in the air. 609:00,069[A ]| Law that, from contracts sworn when they are crown'd 609:00,070[A ]| Can release kings and keep their subjects bound; 609:00,071[A ]| Law that, with power like Rome's blasphemous See, 609:00,072[A ]| From all ties that are troublesome can free, 609:00,073[A ]| And ev'ry virtue into vice decree; 609:00,074[A ]| Law that on civiliz'd people is a satyr; 609:00,075[A ]| Law that can justify \The*Observator\, 609:00,076[A ]| And patriots, whom he calls a trait'rous gang, 609:00,077[A ]| Seize without proof, and without trial, hang. 609:00,078[A ]| In vain would Wisdom Caution's shield afford 609:00,079[A ]| To blunt the edge of her destroying sword. 609:00,080[A ]| Though fast our tongues Self-Preservation tie, 609:00,081[A ]| She into thought, like Heavn'n's dread pow'r, can pry, 609:00,082[A ]| And punish Whigs whose ears will not comply. 609:00,083[A ]| All day unhurt with common sense can fight, 609:00,084[A ]| And, scorning fame, do anything ~~ but right. 609:00,085[A ]| Care's useful wit she never could endure, 609:00,086[A ]| For whipping Babylon's old painted whore. 609:00,087[A ]| Twice of his strokes the wounded hag complain'd, 609:00,088[A ]| And twice his hands her guilty rules restrain'd; 609:00,089[A ]| Hopeless, by arts of mercenary men, 609:00,090[A ]| To heal the gashes of his cutting pen. 609:00,091[A ]| But Hodge, who long has been her private lover 609:00,092[A ]| And hectors those who her intrigues discover, 609:00,093[A ]| All people's credit, as he please, may handle, 609:00,094[A ]| And rave and rail his belly-full of scandal. 609:00,095[A ]| Since satire's silenc'd, and good sense put down, 609:00,096[A ]| He's Libeller-in-Ordinary to the Crown; 609:00,097[A ]| By the same law allow'd that has preferr'd 609:00,098[A ]| Oates to the jail and Bomeny to the Guard; 609:00,099[A ]| And, op'ning our new State's tyrannic scene, 609:00,100[A ]| Made Jeffreys a judge, and Hickes a dean, 609:00,101[A ]| Jenner a sergeant, Pemberton a turd, 609:00,102[A ]| Churchill a minister, and Legge a lord. 609:00,103[A ]| Law that, by bill deciding without trial, 609:00,104[A ]| Made Booth a rebel, Lee and Davis loyal, 609:00,105[A ]| Grosvenor an honest man, in spite of nature, 609:00,106[A ]| And Maxfield mangl'd for the Crown, a traitor. 609:00,107[A ]| Such law in Scotland, link'd with Rome's designs, 609:00,108[A ]| Made James' finger outweigh Charles' loins, 609:00,109[A ]| When, with resentments Catholic and tender, 609:00,110[A ]| The bishops own'd him for their Faith's Defender. 609:00,111[A ]| By such Scotch law, had Heav'n not help'd him thence, 609:00,112[A ]| Argyle had di'd (Oh dangerous offence!) 609:00,113[A ]| For daring in the council to speak sense. 609:00,114[A ]| Such would change panels when they're wise or just, 609:00,115[A ]| And sheriffs fine if they discharge their trust. 609:00,116[A ]| Such owns all false, and turns true plots to sham, 609:00,117[A ]| Calls conscience cheat, and common right a flam. 609:00,118[A ]| This is the law that must the Gospel damn. 609:00,119[A ]| Vicious behind and tyrannous before, 609:00,120[A ]| She loves no private meetings ~~ but to whore. 609:00,121[A ]| To worship God without her leave's a riot; 609:00,122[A ]| Nor does she find, but makes men's minds unquiet. 609:00,123[A ]| Like a town flirt, taking a thousand forms, 609:00,124[A ]| Now the jilt smiles and softens, now she storms: 609:00,125[A ]| Now like the block, unmov'd and void of pow'r, 609:00,126[A ]| Now like the stork, to suitors fierce and sour, 609:00,127[A ]| The wrong'd whom she is bound to right, she studies to devour. 609:00,128[A ]| If Rye inform, like thunder lifts her voice, 609:00,129[A ]| But could not hear Papillion or Dubois. 609:00,130[A ]| With plot-wright Graham to commit murder joins, 609:00,131[A ]| But Braddon, who discovers one, she fines. 609:00,132[A ]| To help brave Armstrong, custom, statues fail; 609:00,133[A ]| Against Levallin neither can prevail; 609:00,134[A ]| Fitzharris she has right to try, but Danby could not bail 609:00,135[A ]| Till Rome's unerring chair clear'd ev'ry doubt, 609:00,136[A ]| And knaves whom he in prison kept, did drive their jailer out. 609:00,137[A ]| Through the dark night of records old and blind, 609:00,138[A ]| By the Court compass, she her way can find, 609:00,139[A ]| Turn with all tides, and sail with ev'ry wind. 609:00,140[A ]| Such law Judge Jovian alone has read: 609:00,141[A ]| Imperial law! which clears what Solon said 609:00,142[A ]| And will let none be happy till they're dead; 609:00,143[A ]| Law, that bids sovereigns safely whom they will 609:00,144[A ]| Rob for their pride, and for their pleasure kill; 609:00,145[A ]| Law, that can void Nature's great \7defendendo\, 609:00,146[A ]| Indict by spleen, and prove by innuendo; 609:00,147[A ]| Law, that of fools and cowards can make martyrs, 609:00,148[A ]| And has a \7non-obstante\ to all charters ~~ 609:00,149[A ]| Divine, no doubt, (though from lay eyes conceal'd) 609:00,150[A ]| Not made by fellow subjects, but reveal'd, 609:00,151[A ]| When monarchs ready crown'd to gaping crowds 609:00,152[A ]| Dropp'd like the Kings of Brentford from the clouds, 609:00,153[A ]| And, in a symphony of soft'ning airs, 609:00,154[A ]| Unheeded stole into imperial chairs; 609:00,155[A ]| Without or conquest made or suffrage given, 609:00,156[A ]| Seiz'd kingdoms by immediate grant from Heaven. 609:00,157[A ]| Hence 'tis the height of loyalty to measure 609:00,158[A ]| All right and wrong by great men's will and pleasure; 609:00,159[A ]| Hence the worst men in ev'ry house and town 609:00,160[A ]| Grow the best subjects of the Church and Crown. 609:00,161[A ]| Thus needy Bayes, his Rose*Street aches past, 609:00,162[A ]| By fate enlighten'd, Tory turns at last; 609:00,163[A ]| Though bred a Saint, he was not call'd to fast. 609:00,164[A ]| No, he must eat, though of the Devil's carving; 609:00,165[A ]| He's an undaunted enemy to starving. 609:00,166[A ]| From getting money, nothing can deter him; 609:00,167[A ]| Any great man may damn him to prefer him. 609:00,168[A ]| This makes him fierce against himself dispute; 609:00,169[A ]| One year another's principles confute. 609:00,170[A ]| To varnish villainy and color nonsense, 609:00,171[A ]| In spite of all the punches of his conscience, 609:00,172[A ]| He honest kept as long as e'er he could ~~ 609:00,173[A ]| But Privy Purse guineas cannot be withstood, 609:00,174[A ]| And Bayes was of Committeeman's flesh and blood. 609:00,175[A ]| Statesmen's false sense he parrot-like rehearses, 609:00,176[A ]| And when 'tis damn'd in prose, to rhyme transverses. 609:00,177[A ]| Each day, with a short crust baiting his hope, 609:00,178[A ]| The hungry cur comes over for the Pope; 609:00,179[A ]| When Rome's old woodmen single out a traitor, 609:00,180[A ]| He's to emboss and run him down with satyr. 609:00,181[A ]| Martyrs for Magna*Charta and the Bible, 609:00,182[A ]| He first bedevils in a coat of libel. 609:00,183[A ]| Such unlike pieces all mankind disdain, 609:00,184[A ]| 'Tis copying from Sir*Formal*Trifle's vein; 609:00,185[A ]| While each invective on his foes he spends 609:00,186[A ]| Will, with a little turning, fit his friends. 609:00,187[A ]| 'Tis sauce that serves both, for the goose and gander; 609:00,188[A ]| His style's the true catholicon of slander. 609:00,189[A ]| For all the rules in prefaces he scatters, 609:00,190[A ]| He rails with the same coarseness that he flatters; 609:00,191[A ]| Ne'er minding who or what 'tis he disgraces, 609:00,192[A ]| Bayes only turns to his drama commonplaces. 609:00,193[A ]| For his best flow'rs to Billingsgate beholding, 609:00,194[A ]| He lives upon the brokery of scolding. 609:00,195[A ]| Rebel and Rogue, his lines string on by rows; 609:00,196[A ]| And titles, long laid by in porters' prose, 609:00,197[A ]| On whom he will, this King of Verse bestows. 609:00,198[A ]| But against him (whose person's free from blame!) 609:00,199[A ]| Wit has no point and ev'ry satyr 's lame; 609:00,200[A ]| He has the sole prerogative to defame. 609:00,201[A ]| All sense of freedom and our country's law's, 609:00,202[A ]| All dang'rous daring to assert her cause, 609:00,203[A ]| All love to truth in a degenerate time, 609:00,204[A ]| All suff'ring virtue 's a reproach to him. 609:00,205[A ]| And where it makes the most attractive show, 609:00,206@b | "To arms!" 609:00,206[A ]| he cries. 609:00,206@b | "The colors of the foe!" 609:00,207[A ]| Then musters his stale topics of despite, 609:00,208[A ]| As once the Father of all Lies, for fight, 609:00,209[A ]| Rang'd Hell's black troops against the Sons*of*Light. 609:00,210[A ]| Though of the Crown's old friends he's most a hater, 609:00,211[A ]| No kind of merit's safe from his ill nature 609:00,212[A ]| When he's well purg'd and dieted for satyr. 609:00,213[A ]| On all in's way his dunghill dirt's thrown out, 609:00,214[A ]| As Andrew deals Sir*Reverence to the rout. 609:00,215[A ]| Muse, prick him till the jaded hackney feels, 609:00,216[A ]| And lash him lagging at l'Estrange's heels; 609:00,217[A ]| Scatt'ring at second hand, t'amuse the age, 609:00,218[A ]| The froth and foamings of that madman's rage, 609:00,219[A ]| And stumming, with his lees of sense, an empty huffing page. 609:00,220[A ]| Outfacing fact when plainest it appears, 609:00,221[A ]| He rhymes his plots and echoes all his fears. 609:00,222[A ]| But, though he spares no waste of words or conscience, 609:00,223[A ]| He wants the Tory-turn of thorough nonsense; 609:00,224[A ]| That thoughtless air that makes light Hodge so jolly, 609:00,225[A ]| (Void of all weight, he wantons in his folly). 609:00,226[A ]| Not so forc'd Bayes, whom sharp remorse attends; 609:00,227[A ]| While his heart loathes the cause, his tongue defends: 609:00,228[A ]| Hourly he acts, hourly repents the sin, 609:00,229[A ]| And is all over Grandfather within. 609:00,230[A ]| By day, that ill-laid spirit checks; o' nights, 609:00,231[A ]| Old Pickering's ghost, a dreadful specter, frights. 609:00,232[A ]| Returns of spleen his slacken'd speed remit, 609:00,233[A ]| And cramp his loose careers with intervals of wit; 609:00,234[A ]| While without stop at sense, or ebb of spite, 609:00,235[A ]| Breaking all bars, bounding o'er wrong and right, 609:00,236[A ]| Contented Roger gallops out of sight. 609:00,237[A ]| 'Tis a vile trade in both, to make the brain 609:00,238[A ]| The belly's slave, and truck their truth for gain; 609:00,239[A ]| Selling man's noblest part, the baser to maintain. 609:00,240[A ]| But they're more mean who buy their fawning wit, 609:00,241[A ]| And in such spaniels' mouthes will stoop to spit: 609:00,242[A ]| State fops, who mischief to mankind are brewing, 609:00,243[A ]| And, with great cunning, plot their own undoing; 609:00,244[A ]| Project for others arbitrary sway, 609:00,245[A ]| To make themselves, as well as us, a prey; 609:00,246[A ]| Short-sighted owls who, caught with Fortune's lure, 609:00,247[A ]| For dirt and names, such power to kings assure 609:00,248[A ]| As makes the bribes they give 'em unsecure. 609:00,249[A ]| Or though (rare seen!) they for their lives could hold 609:00,250[A ]| Those royal smiles for which their country's sold, 609:00,251[A ]| And wear their guilty greatness to their graves, 609:00,252[A ]| Their sons at least must be our fellow slaves. 609:00,253[A ]| Like Bessus and his swordsmen, let 'em prize 609:00,254[A ]| Each other, and among themselves be wise, 609:00,255[A ]| Nay, honest too ~~ if they can all agree 609:00,256[A ]| In Court cabals who the great k** shall be: 609:00,257[A ]| If Hyde's loud birthright and divine entail, 609:00,258[A ]| Or Halifax's fitness shall prevail. 609:00,259[A ]| But what dire chance such worthies could divide, 609:00,260[A ]| Whom in fast friendship equal guilt had ti'd? 609:00,261[A ]| Can surplus farms effect a change so great, 609:00,262[A ]| And passive spirits boil with factious heat? 609:00,263[A ]| Say, tell-troth satyr, whence these discords spring. 609:00,264[A ]| Coloring their own with int'rest of the King, 609:00,265[A ]| Two statesmen struggling for a stick I sing: 609:00,266[A ]| A stick, though in the Court's oft-changing scene 609:00,267[A ]| Scrap'd thin by beggar's hands, and peel'd so clean, 609:00,268[A ]| Fashion'd to bear a traitor's heavy weight, 609:00,269[A ]| And help him climb ambition's utmost height: 609:00,270[A ]| Those heights that turn'd their predecessor's brain, 609:00,271[A ]| While fast as he could wish he might obtain, 609:00,272[A ]| And over all, but Forehead-cloth, did reign: 609:00,273[A ]| That pow'rful wand, by whose ensnaring spell 609:00,274[A ]| The abler and less guilty **** fell. 609:00,275[A ]| Muse, raise thy voice, and in a loftier verse 609:00,276[A ]| The Court Achilles and his rage rehearse. 609:00,277[A ]| Conscious of greater strength to o'erturn the State, 609:00,278[A ]| Our ruling Agamemnon let him hate. 609:00,279[A ]| To toils accustom'd, with affronts untir'd, 609:00,280[A ]| In hopes of titles and Blue*Garter fir'd, 609:00,281[A ]| Let his pride think (for desp'rate projects fit) 609:00,282[A ]| Nothing too hard for his mercurial wit. 609:00,283[A ]| Nor while each helps to sink a tott'ring throne, 609:00,284[A ]| Suffer his foe to take the spoil alone; 609:00,285[A ]| And the white staff (his services forgot), 609:00,286[A ]| That fair Briseis, be another's lot. 609:00,287[A ]| Though the whole Court his vain attempts deride, 609:00,288[A ]| Let him stand strong against the beating tide, 609:00,289[A ]| With the weak help of Reason on his side. 609:00,290[A ]| Let Reason only his assistant be 609:00,291[A ]| (Reason, as much at Court disgrac'd as he); 609:00,292[A ]| But call it not his choice, nor footstep find 609:00,293[A ]| Of former virtue in th' apostate's mind. 609:00,294[A ]| No love to England in his spleen be shown; 609:00,295[A ]| Let him not fight her quarrels, but his own. 609:00,296[A ]| Not thither bound, but, by curst Fortune's spite, 609:00,297[A ]| Driven and wreck'd upon the coast of right. 609:00,298[A ]| About his rival, let Court flatterers throng, 609:00,299[A ]| And (for his cause is naught) his Party there be strong. 609:00,300[A ]| Draw him escap'd through volleys of wind-guns, 609:00,301[A ]| Like an Alsatian bully, from his duns: 609:00,302[A ]| Even in haste, and of his greatness full, 609:00,303[A ]| False, pettish, fearful, arrogant, and dull; 609:00,304[A ]| Then close and thrifty of his wit's small treasure, 609:00,305[A ]| A wasp in business, and a drone in pleasure. 609:00,306[A ]| But when fear checks his over-weening pride 609:00,307[A ]| And gentle Laury puts off angry Hyde, 609:00,308[A ]| When some more gen'rous wine's dear running stream 609:00,309[A ]| Has purg'd his choler of the fret and mellow'd all his phlegm, 609:00,310[A ]| Nothing in Nature, whether said or sung, 609:00,311[A ]| (But his slight head), be softer than his tongue. 609:00,312[A ]| Then let him fleering from his promise fly, 609:00,313[A ]| Justice evade, and helpless want deny, 609:00,314[A ]| With mean and impudent civility. 609:00,315[A ]| For the King's current cask, grown Duncombe's spoil, 609:00,316[A ]| Let him deal round to slaves, who starve the while, 609:00,317[A ]| The decri'd copper of his faithless smile; 609:00,318[A ]| Practice the flatt'ries of a courtier's face, 609:00,319[A ]| And play the knave with a paternal grace. 609:00,320[A ]| Of a belle-air in falseness let him boast, 609:00,321[A ]| And when he looks the sweetest, lie the most. 609:00,322[A ]| To hide from men of worth be his delight, 609:00,323[A ]| Where, with stripp'd whores to glut his bawdy sight, 609:00,324[A ]| The knave may sot secure from doing right. 609:00,325[A ]| To deceive friend and foe let him take pains, 609:00,326[A ]| And be throughout a statesman ~~ but in brains. 609:00,327[A ]| Confusion now, and civil war at hand, 609:00,328[A ]| Seal against seal, black gown against white wand, 609:00,329[A ]| And little purses threat'ning greater stand. 609:00,330[A ]| What fury's this? Is it so new a thing 609:00,331[A ]| For treasurers to abuse and rob the King? 609:00,332[A ]| If by accounts, to bankers only known, 609:00,333[A ]| They help t' increase his debts, and pay their own? 609:00,334[A ]| If from all farms a tribute they exact, 609:00,335[A ]| Will not old precedents justify the fact? 609:00,336[A ]| What Danby boasted, shall we blame in Hyde? 609:00,337[A ]| Is not the Crown with equal reason ti'd 609:00,338[A ]| The portions of his daughters to provide? 609:00,339[A ]| Cease, heroes, cease: such mortal combats shun, 609:00,340[A ]| Nor, by pretending to examine, run 609:00,341[A ]| Into the dang'rous tracks of Forty-one: 609:00,342[A ]| Tracks that from rapine and oppressive pride 609:00,343[A ]| To pow'r's true end, the people's safety, guide; 609:00,344[A ]| From murder with a stamp of law impress'd, 609:00,345[A ]| And rav'ning wolves in peaceful lamb-skin dress'd: 609:00,346[A ]| Tracks that to right and reformation tend 609:00,347[A ]| And, if Hell fails her timely help to send, 609:00,348[A ]| In the confusion of all knaves must end. 609:00,349[A ]| Oh practice fruitful in fanatic treason! 609:00,350[A ]| Shall we force fav'rites to be judg'd by reason? ~~ 609:00,351[A ]| A yoke, though tri'd with politic effort, 609:00,352[A ]| Nor you nor your forefathers could support: 609:00,353[A ]| Reason, to which, though your hir'd pens pretend, 609:00,354[A ]| When you most need it, never is your friend. 609:00,355[A ]| More false than France, which now your cause relies on, 609:00,356[A ]| Th' extracted venom of republic poison. 609:00,357[A ]| The bane of corrupt Courts in ev'ry time, 609:00,358[A ]| Our senate's ne'er-to-be-forgiven crime. 609:00,359[A ]| Will you revive their old abhor'd complaints, 609:00,360[A ]| And help to justify your own attaints? 609:00,361[A ]| Mingle with counsels that fly all defense, 609:00,362[A ]| The still-to-be-suspected aid of sense? 609:00,363[A ]| Is not a courtier's true elective call 609:00,364[A ]| The trying nothing, and approving all? 609:00,365[A ]| Is not your Peter still at odds with Paul? 609:00,366[A ]| Will you the fruits of your late conquests lose, 609:00,367[A ]| And all the traitors you have hang'd, excuse? 609:00,368[A ]| Will you with truths their touch has made profane, 609:00,369[A ]| That sacred thing, the Government, arraign? 609:00,370[A ]| With fatal flails that to the foe belong, 609:00,371[A ]| Break the firm order of establish'd wrong, 609:00,372[A ]| And by disputes, unfitting James' slaves, 609:00,373[A ]| Disturb the Cath'lic unity of knaves? 609:00,374[A ]| Shall Rome's cause languish under vain contests, 609:00,375[A ]| And Whig-inquiries poison loyal breasts? 609:00,376[A ]| Shall the King's service (that once useful tool) 609:00,377[A ]| Stop the fair progress of illegal rule? 609:00,378[A ]| And by Court quarrels, plots and riots cool, 609:00,379[A ]| While Popish spoils the Presbyterians boast 609:00,380[A ]| And discontented wanders Stafford's ghost? 609:00,381[A ]| Charles and his pow'r let James' creature seize, 609:00,382[A ]| And with gross lies, since him it seems to please, 609:00,383[A ]| Blind of his safety, cozen for his ease. 609:00,384[A ]| But you, the leaders of the passive band, 609:00,385[A ]| Whose shoulders bow'd to bear oppression stand, 609:00,386[A ]| Who ev'ry change with early fawning meet, 609:00,387[A ]| And your necks offer to the victor's feet: 609:00,388[A ]| You heads of servile Issachar! take heed 609:00,389[A ]| How you the length of chosen chains exceed, 609:00,390[A ]| Or, for by-ends, seeking some private path, 609:00,391[A ]| Fall from the grace of your implicit faith, 609:00,392[A ]| Sap your own props, and with a hasty blow 609:00,393[A ]| In one ill hour the work of year's o'erthrow. 609:00,394[A ]| How oft, in spite of int'rest, sense, and laws, 609:00,395[A ]| Has wilful blindness reinforc'd your cause? 609:00,396[A ]| And will ye now, against the faithful friend, 609:00,397[A ]| The foe unfollow'd, all your thunder spend? 609:00,398[A ]| Has not e'en doubt been \disaffection\ nam'd, 609:00,399[A ]| By the church model of lay Popery fram'd? 609:00,400[A ]| Was not distrust the block still of offense, 609:00,401[A ]| And finding fault the heresy of sense? 609:00,402[A ]| Did not this very vice (if Hodge not lie) 609:00,403[A ]| Dissolve the Church and damn the monarchy? 609:00,404[A ]| Leave then your popular ill-boding fray, 609:00,405[A ]| And turn your heat a more obedient way. 609:00,406[A ]| Ah! let Hyde first (the Court's more genuine spawn, 609:00,407[A ]| Born to dissemble and bred up to fawn), 609:00,408[A ]| Out of pure love to the endanger'd Crown, 609:00,409[A ]| Repress his rage and lay his vengeance down. 609:00,410[A ]| And Halifax ~~ by no engagements ti'd, 609:00,411[A ]| True only to his fear and to his pride, 609:00,412[A ]| Leaving by fits, and left of ev'ry side; 609:00,413[A ]| Who late maintain'd (while that his end did suit) 609:00,414[A ]| Subjects no more than servants should dispute; 609:00,415[A ]| How grievous e'er the government became, 609:00,416[A ]| In them 'twas saucy to pretend to blame, 609:00,417[A ]| And, press'd by plots and brutal force, to rout 609:00,418[A ]| All the remains of sense that stood it out ~~ 609:00,419[A ]| Let him now practice what he preach'd before, 609:00,420[A ]| And in the filth, with which himself all o'er 609:00,421[A ]| Bedaub'd the Court, return to stink once more. 609:00,422[A ]| Charm'd with the tune he taught L'Estrange to sing, 609:00,423[A ]| Cease against will, reason's Whig arms to bring, 609:00,424[A ]| Nor through his ministers assault the King. 609:00,425[A ]| Like Face and Subtle, let both end debate, 609:00,426[A ]| And lovingly together cheat the State. 609:00,427[A ]| Let Portsmouth come, like Doll, with mediation, 609:00,428[A ]| And charge 'em, for their mutual preservation, 609:00,429[A ]| To join still in the ruin of the nation. 609:00,430[A ]| To compass this, and keep themselves in pow'r, 609:00,431[A ]| Of Irish rebels, let 'em cull the flow'r; 609:00,432[A ]| And round the City in half-pay maintain, 609:00,433[A ]| Till things are ripe for massacres again. 609:00,434[A ]| Nay, let 'em leave, by their success grown bold, 609:00,435[A ]| No law unbroke, no loyal lie untold, 609:00,436[A ]| No rogue unbought, no treach'rous trick untri'd, 609:00,437[A ]| No principle of honor undefi'd. 609:00,438[A ]| Let rooks that cheat, and women of ill fame, 609:00,439[A ]| In blood alliance with the Tories claim. 609:00,440[A ]| Bawds, pimps, and gamesters, give 'em hand and heart, 609:00,441[A ]| And not one bulker fail to play his part. 609:00,442[A ]| Let 'em call outlaws to support the throne, 609:00,443[A ]| And make the bullies of the town their own. 609:00,444[A ]| Let their vile cause proclaim, like infant Rome, 609:00,445[A ]| Refuge to all the rakehells that will come, 609:00,446[A ]| And as fop-oglers, treated with disdain, 609:00,447[A ]| Asperse that virtue they despair to gain. 609:00,448[A ]| So while a few, despising Popish arts, 609:00,449[A ]| Like ancient Britons, with unconquer'd hearts 609:00,450[A ]| (Though left as thin as Gideon's little band) 609:00,451[A ]| On utmost bounds of their lost freedom stand; 609:00,452[A ]| Let some pass for fanatics, others atheists, 609:00,453[A ]| And none be friends to monarchy but Papists. 609:00,454[A ]| Let 'em black patriots with a traitor's strains, 609:00,455[A ]| And give him halters who refuses chains. 609:00,456[A ]| Hiding his head whose breach now bare appears, 609:00,457[A ]| Let small plots thicken as their great one clears. 609:00,458[A ]| Warn'd by three foils, and taught by public scorn, 609:00,459[A ]| Let 'em at last grow cunning to suborn. 609:00,460[A ]| Let tame, train'd rogues draw wild ones within shot, 609:00,461[A ]| And furbish up (the sheriffs being got) 609:00,462[A ]| A fourth edition of their Meal*Tub*Plot. 609:00,463[A ]| All Wapping for new Venners let 'em rake, 609:00,464[A ]| Then find the deep conspiracies they make: 609:00,465[A ]| Court their own traitors, promise, threat, deceive, 609:00,466[A ]| And, with still fresh assurance of reprieve, 609:00,467[A ]| Make 'em at Tyburn in forg'd tales persevere, 609:00,468[A ]| Till sudden halters stop their mouths forever. 609:00,469[A ]| With Popish pity, French faith, let 'em chouse 609:00,470[A ]| Out of their lives fool Hone and coward Rouse; 609:00,471[A ]| In vain, each trembling for his pardon tarries, 609:00,472[A ]| Hang'd to keep great men's counsel ~~ like Fitzharris.