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A41690
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The laureat Jack Squabb's history in a little drawn, down to his evening from his early dawn.
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Gould, Robert, d. 1709?
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1687
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The Laureat Jack Squabbs History in a little drawn Down to his Evening from his early dawn APpear thou mighty Bard to open view Which yet we must confess you need not do The labour to expose thee we may save Thou stand'st upon thy own Records a Knave Condemn'd to live in thy Apostate Rhimes The Curse of Ours and Scoff of Future Times Still tacking round with every turn of State Reverse to Shafâ—sbury thy Cursed Fate Is always at a change to come to late To keep his plots from Coxcombs was his Care His Villany was mask'd and thine is bare Wise Men alone cou'd guess at his Design And cou'd but guess the Thred was spun so fine But every purblind Fool may see through thine Had Dick still kept the Regal Diadem Thou hadst been Poet Laureat to him And long e're now in Lofty Verse proclaim'd His high Extraction among Princes Fam'd Diffus'd his Glorious Deed from Pole to Pole Where Winds can carry and where Waves can rowl Nay had our Charles by Heavens severe Decree Been found and Murther'd in the Royal Tree Even thou hadst prais'd the Fact his Father Slain Thou call it but gently breathing of a Vein Impious and Villanous to bless the blow That laid at once three Lofty Nations low And gave the Royal Cause a Fatal Overthrow What after this cou'd we expect from thee What cou'd we hope for but just what we see Scandal to all Religions New and Old Scandal to thine where Pardon 's bought and sold And Mortgag'd Happiness Redeem'd for Gold Tell me for 't is a Truth you must allow Whoever chang'd more in one Moon than thou Ev'n thy oâ—â—nâ— Zinni was more stedfast known He had but one Religion or had none What Sect of Christians is' t thou hast not known And at one time or other made thy own A Bristled Baptist bred and then thy strain Immaculate was free from sinful stain No Songs in those blest times thou didst produce To brand and sham good manners out of use The Ladies then had not one Bawdy Bob Nor thou the Courtly Name of Poet Squab Next thy dull Muse an Independant Jade On Sacred Tyranny five Stanza's made Prais'd Noll who ev'n to both extreams did run To kill the Father and dethrone the Son. When Charles came in thou didst a Convert grow More by thy Interest than thy Nature so Under his Liv'ning Beams thy Laurels spread He first did place that wreath about thy Head Kindly reliev'd thy wants and gave thee Bread. Here 't was thou made'st the Bells of Fancy chime And choak'd the Town with suffocating Rhime Till Heroes form'd by thy Creating Pen Were grown as Cheap and Dull as other men Flush'd with Success full Gallery and Pit Thou bravest all Mankind with want of Wit. Nay in short time wer't grown so proud a Ninny As scarce t' allow that Ben himself had any But when the men of Sense thy Error saw They Check'd thy Muse and kept the Termagant in awe To Satyr next thy Talent was Addreâ—â— Fell foul on all thy Friends among the rest Those who the oft'nest did thy wants supply Abus'd Traduc'd without a Reason why Nay ev'n thy Royal Patron was not spar'd But an obscene a Santring wretch declar'd Thy Loyal Libel we can still produce Beyond Example and beyond Excuse O strange return to a forgiving King But the warm'd Viper wears the greatest Sting Thy Pension lost and justly without doubt When Servants snarl we ought to kick 'em out They that disdain their Benefactors Bread No longer ought by Bounty to be fed That lost the Visor chang'd you turn about And strait a True blue Protestant crept out The Fryar now was writ and some will say They smell a Male-content through all the Play. The Papist too was damn'd unfit for Trust Call'd Treacherous Shameless Profligate Unjust And Kingly Power thought Arbitrary â—uit This lasted till thou didst thy Pension gain And that chang'd both thy Moralâ—â— and thy strain If to write Contradictions Nonsense be Who has more Nonsense in their works than thee We 'll mention but thy Lay-mans Faith and Hind who 'd think both these such Clashing do we find Cou'd be the product of one single mind Here thou wou'dst Charitable fain appear Find'st fault that Athanasius was severe Thy Pity strait to Cruelty is rais'd And ev'n the Pious Inquisition prais'd And recommended to the present Reign O happy Countries Italy and Spain Have we not cause in thy own words to say Let none believe what varies every day That never was nor will be at a fray Once Heathens might be sav'd you did allow But not it seems we greater Heathens now The Loyal Church that buoys the Kingly Line Damn'd with a breath but 't is such a breath as thine What Credit to thy party can it be T' have gain'd so lewd a Profligate as thee Stray'd from our fold makes us but laugh not weep We have but lost what was disgrace to keep By them Mistrusted and to us a scorn For it is weakness at the best to Turn True â—â—dâ—t thou left us in the former Reign Tâ—ad prov'd it was not wholly doâ—e for Gain Now tâ—e Meridian Sun is â—ot so plain Gold is thy God for a substantial summ Thou to the Turk wou'dst run away from Roma And Sing his Holy Expedition against Christendom But to conclude blush with a lasting Red If thou' rt not mov'd with what 's already said To see thy Boars Bears Buzards Wolves and Owls And all thy other Beasts and other Fowls Routed by two poor Mice Unequal fight But easie 't is to Conquer in the Right See there a Youth a shame to thy gray hairs Make a meer Dunce of all thy threescore years What in that Tedious Poem hast thou done But cramm'd all Aesops Fables into one But why do I the precious minutes spend On him that wouâ—d much rather hang than mâ—nd No Wretch continue still just as thou art Thou 〈◊〉 now in this last Scâ—ne that Crowns thy Part To purchase Favour veer with every Gale And against Interest never cease to rail Tho thou' rt the only proof how Interest can prevail FINIS