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A47462 The King of Poland's last speech to his country-men 1682 (1682) Wing K570; ESTC R25443 1,208 1

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THE King of Poland's LAST SPEECH To His COUNTRY-MEN I Know you hope all once to be Great Men of Note and Majesty For this our now Supremacy Is Nonsence Why should one Man for ever sway A Scepter who 's but made of Clay Why may not we our selves obey In Conscience But now 't is come Alas we see That all our Fame turns Infamy Ah! such a thing is Policy With Tories The buzzing Jealousies and Fears Into the Peoples list'ning Ears For all those many busie years Are Stories Since in late Plots w' have gone astray 'T is time to look another way And not in such a Case delay T' will harm us No doubt y'have heard of Forty-One Of all the Prancks that then were done And of the happy Conquest won Let 's arm us And play those very Cards agen For all those Antients were but Men Five Israelites may well beat Ten Philistins Let 's cry Oppression through the Town Oppression of the Court and Gown And raise in Tumult every Clown to Listings We 'll first expose the Laws to Shame And next the Loyal Part defame If Good or Bad they 're all the same No odds make Yet let Religion be the Word To shade Rebellion and the Sword Then play the Divel under board For God's-sake Then be not wanting in your Lies In Plots and Shams and Forgeries To blind the weak and gazing Eyes With Fables But if you would enjoy the Land Let the dark Roman joyn his Hand He Force and Councell can command In Caballs Which though it seem as strange as Nile T' is Lawfull to unite in Guile Our Intrest's ne're the worse that while But further For all their Principles are mine Their Tricks to guild a black Designe Their Warrants to unite and joyne In Murther What if you were not born to Land Or to be Persons in Command T' is ne'r the worse at second Hand But Fashion Is it not base a Curse to see When we should all live equally Such odds and such Majority I' th' Nation And though we find no fault in State Or any other Potentate Yet those great Names will raise debate And wroth Sirs Since then t' will be so good a Feate Let 's once for all the Work compleate For nothing else can make us Great In troth Sirs My Opticks Friends almost can see A new form'd Lump of Anarchy Whilst under foot lies Monarchy And hated Methinks I see those very Men I hate and envy once agen From many Thousands unto Ten Abated Ah! sweet Revenge and bold Ambition Infects both Us and half the Nation The cause of Wife Association So lately And well't may plague us all to see Some though no better Men than We To live in Pomp for Loyalty So stately I knew when once the Good Old Cause Was nam'd aloud with great Applaue Blest Times for Liberty No Laws To fright all Therfore if once it come to Test And we again with Lawrel blest The Stronger Side must be the best At Whitehall And if all Lords you chance to be Who knows what Hell designs for me We 'l make our Lives one Jubile And Wonder So being out of Breath and spent Alas sayd he much more is meant At last with Pox he hurrying went Like Thunder LONDON Printed for J. P. in the Year 1682.