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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B21138	A new discovery of an old intreague a satyr level'd at treachery and ambition, calculated to the nativity of the rapparee plott, and the modesty of the Jacobite clergy ...	Defoe, Daniel, 1661?-1731.	1691 (1691)	Wing D838	11,080	39

Cook had try'd and hang'd The Honest Levites who are poor and few As they may well be poor who dare be true With words they wheedle some with Gold as many For Priests were always to be bought for mony Room for a Regiment of Bigott Citts Who lately lost and lately found their Wits By wondrous Fate with * I don't ●…an the Lieutenancy forfeit Favours grac'd By Mighty T m's Almighty Magick plac'd View them in Arms when our invaded Coast Some glittering hopes propos'd that all was lost How their advanc'd Battalion's did appear To fight the Men appointed to come here Sir W m that in Martial Robes did shine And Reason good indeed began the Line With many a Rank of Tory Buff and Feather That 's now Restor'd and gone the Lord knows whither To keep the Peace Precedency's did grant And here if not at home he 's Commandant Tho might he choose Commands 't would be agen Ten thousand Guinea's not ten thousand Men Ah! Tom Papillion 't was a slippery trick To bilk the Mayor and then to Holland sneak See now the Martial Magistrate from far With all his dreadful Equipage of War Three equal Halves compose his stately Meen Half Lord half Souldier half a Gentleman And three as equal Dividends make out The gawdy styles of his Pedantick Rout. True City Champions tumults to appease And wish't for Conventicling Trophies raise As Taylors Porters Prentices become Half drunk half sober and a half run home Sir P r next had Primitive command Compleatly fix't had but his Boots come on A Campaign Phys and as it came to pass As much a Souldier and as much an Ass In different styles his numerous Titles ran Was Hangman Collonel and Chamberlain Synonimous to that Miraculous store Was very Rich and also very Poor In later times he learnt to Domineer And now most accurately swaggers here His Favourites now his dear bought Trophies sing And he sues for speaking Treason like a King Enrich't with lusty Verdict from the * Suing Bellamy for words had two Marks Dammages Assize Who at two Marks his over-valued Honour prize A third and fourth to fill the Cavalcade With match't Battallions meet on the Parade For equal Falshood equal Fate befell This dub'd a Knight and that a Collonel A fifth and sixth with many a subaltern Went out with Fools and just as wise return But his Condition justly we condole For pity is a Tribute to a Fool Who first dismounted in the hot dispute Went out on Horseback and came home on Foot The unhappy shot distinguish't to a Jest Pick't out the Animal and spar'd the Beast Tho' some affirm the truth did not appear Till he had first be t himself for Fear Nor with the fright did his Misfortune end But first his brother Beast condol'd and next his Friend So once the Woodman to the Man of God When the lost Ax sunk in the Neighbouring Flood Alas 't was borrowed And thus the Knights with City Discipline Martch't to High Park indeed to see the Queen So once the French with Forty thousand Men Went up the Hill and so came down agen So once King James his Squadrons did delude-a By storming Hounslow Heath instead of Buda Had you the Baggage of the Host but view'd Besides the running Campers that pursued Had you beheld the Stores the Magazine The Bread the Cheese the Bottles and the Wine You would have swore 't had been a Scotch Campaign That barren Highlands their fateagues should know Where neither they could reap nor others sow Or that Montross's Marches they should take With fifty days Provision at his back And now the Queen advances to the view Lord how the ready Troops in order shew No more a Figure their now dissolved Files And one great Throng the well fix't Line compiles To let the Queen their Annual postures know At their more regular Figure Lord-Mayors-Show And now the Royal Chariot's shouted home By that Almighty Monster Captain Tom Whose ecchoing shouts when she no more can hear Their Pot-gun Volleys charge Her Royal Ear Whose regular noise had she not known how tame How unprepar'd and how resolv'd they came Some dreadful scambling combate did present Alike confus'd thô different in event And who knows what that day might have produc'd By Wine and Martial Gallantry seduc'd Had not the Wiser Sex their Votes deny'd As to the Bagg of Bullets by the side Wisely the advent'rous Wife her presence gave To calm with Frowns the Fop she came to save A Whip's a proper weapon for a Slave So once Sclavonian Masters did attack When conquering Slaves came in Rebellion back And thus the Royal Muster did conclude And the Host dissolv'd into a multitude Meer Mob the Matter Army was the Form So Bees go out a Troop come back a Swarm So well composed Vapours represent Ships Armies Battails in the Firmament 'Till steady Eyes the Exhalation solves And all to its first matter Cloud dissolves Mean while the Martial Terrors of the Field The threatned Whiggs with just Disdain beheld The unwieldy Monster they at once defie And in their Monarchs Cares do Peace enjoy Their joyful Aids to his support lay down And thankfully his happy Influence own Their hearty thousands his Exchequer knows And ready Loans their Press'd Obedience shows No false Harangues of late addressing Age But thus their Lives and Fortunes they engage An active Loyalty their Princess sees To purpose shown and in Extremities Words are an empty Loyalty at best And cheaply paid Occasion is the Test So found too late their Abdicated James And so our Naval Management Proclaims Nor do we Laurels to his Temples bring Or conquering William's dear bought Triumphs sing With greater Joy than with regret we see His Cause for his is ours Betray'd at Sea So while th' accursed thing i' th' Camp remain'd Were Israel's Tents with Israel's slaughters stain'd Not so the Hero 's our Design displayes Whose awkward Grin their treacherous Joy betrayes Ungrateful Smiles their envious hopes declare And style the Invasion a Familiar War Their horrid Jests on English Fears they make And wild Delights in hop'd Revenge do take Boast of our Losses with exalted Voice And at their Countreys Infamy rejoyce With uncouth Joy the well known Story told How an Invasion's bought and England sold And how exact the deep Intreague is laid The Dutch be sacrific'd and we betray'd 'T was like a Priest when of the Sacred Tribe One in his bloated Hopes their Plots describe Our Plot said he and paus'd to let you know To whom your Hopes to whom your Thanks you owe 's So deep so well contriv'd such Actors in 't The Devil perhaps may know 't but can't prevent But when the Mob the Reverend Author took How like his * Roger when ●ook and carried to Guild-Hall Guide did passive Clerus look How more confus'd if Impudence can blush When sarch't for boasted Plots The Priest as Priests are wont deceiv'd the throng And