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A62297
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Scandalum magnatum, or, Potapski's case a satyr against Polish oppression.
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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Wing S816; ESTC R8223
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has every thing Here stopt the Oratour crampt with a Pain From smarting side Nor was his speech in vain The Gold their Hearts so well did undermine The Devil soon enter'd to the Herd of Swine And they as easily a Promise made As he the treacherous Injunction laid All take a binding Oath to doe the deed Hell and its Proselytes are soon agreed And when vile Fraud would Justice intercept A Villains Oath 's inviolably kept To further which Piltonski streight appears Who stew'd with haste and trembling with his fears Tells 'em his Foes his ruine did pursue And fatal Scandalum had snar'd him too And dreadful fifty Thousand Pound on foot Against him lay at great Caesario's suit Thus God plagues Rebels finding Graces lost Like Grain that 's wasted on some barren Coast By Faction tainted they 're design'd for Ruine And rail and prattle out their own undoing Surpriz'd at this the Club proceedings stop Frighted like Pigeons at a Thunder-clap Till sly Potapski who could still prevail With some grand Wheedle or smooth supple Tale Proffer'd himself and Party for his Bail At which with smiling Leer and bending low The thankfull Tribune gratefully did bow Nor need he doubt a partial Jury now Time for the wretched still makes too much haste For now the doubtfull hour is come at last The Court being set behold Potapski then Mounted on Cricket that he might be seen And quick dispatch of this grand matter begs So confident of twelve substantial Whiggs Each frozen Vein warm Tides of Pleasure Itcht He smiles to think his Foes thus over-reacht But mortal Wisdom oft deceiv'd we see We are sure of nothing but uncertainty Mischiefs found out by strange weak means we know And Tares are sometimes Sown that will not grow For as by too much speed Men lose a Race By too much Zeal Potapski spoil'd his Case Solon was Judge Solon the Good and Just Chief in the Laws and Worthy of his Trust One that from Moral Maxims ne'er was driven But ever kept the Scales of Justice even Divinely Loyal as Divinely Wise Patient in wrongs a Friend to Enemies Fixt like the Centre to the Royal Cause He first extracted Hony from the Laws To sweeten Faction and Dissenting Brawl And quell the Rancour of the Peoples Gall. To Offenders plainly honest not severe Just to the lowly Peasant as the Peer A Maiden Judge never Debauch't with Bribes Both fear'd and hated by the Factious Tribes And what most Trophies to his Fame does bring He Honours Monarchy and loves the King Thus Solon was endow'd who silent sate To hear learn'd Council the Grand Cause debate 'Mongst whom bold faithful Iaffier was the best A man that with undaunted Zeal exprest His Loyal Principles and took delight To plead his Kings Prerogative and Right The hissing Hydra was by him o'recome He strook the Many-headed Monster dumb By Genuine Reason won the Prize from all And made the Barb'rous Law Rhetorical When e're he Pleads the wrong'd still find redress Cato for Wisdom Caesar for Success Hated by many for his pregnant wit Snarl'd at by Blood-hound Currs but never bit For maugre all their undermining Arts His Foes still feel him in their aking Hearts None more the shock of City malice stood Nor more reprov'd or purg'd 'em for their good He of their Plague the true Physician was And when his milder Medicines would not pass Apply'd the Laws severer Cupping-Glass Strongly supporting Royal Interest And great Caesario lodg'd him in his Breast Thus the Defendants Prayers did well succeed With such a Judge and such a Friend to plead How could Oppression vainly hope to thrive Or mischief take effect so ill contriv'd For Solon who perceiv'd what course they ran That well the Matter weigh'd and well the Man Had with his Nature well acquainted been And found the Wolfe for all the Asses Skin True Judgment now did careful Reason guide To give his Vote on the Defendants side Who from his Potent Foe was soon releas'd The Laws were made to succour the distress'd Whoe're has seen a furious Keeper rail When any of his wretched Flock break Jayl Might the same Figure see Potapski now Who scorcht with fires that in his Bosome Glow Vext to a Feavour cries in eager Passion Justice is fled to Heaven no Law is in the Nation But streight his train of Parasites appear Insects that riggle in their Patrons Ear And with the News-Intelligences swell Publisht by Fiends not to be matcht in Hell Base crawling Worms that hourly Venome shed Slaves to whom Treason's natural as Bread That with dull Lies their sinking Cause advance And Damn to get a wretched Maintenance Yet these are the lewd Towns Sedition-Tools But amongst all the Factious scribling Fools Shad l's the worst an unform'd shapeless thing That Nature never thought worth finishing But from Creations secret Store-house kickt Into the World a wallowing Cub unlickt Nature no Form has given nor Heaven no Grace The Man must needs be in a blessed Case And when he Writes a Tale to please the Town Should every witty Friend but take his own How the laborious Nothing would be maul'd No Winter Cuckoo e're was half so bald From any Figure that his Fancy draws From such a Poet propping such a Cause 'Mongst all Earths dilatory Plagues let me Heaven I beseech thee be for ever free Sick-men use Quacks because they sometimes please But trust 'em not to cure a grand Disease So these Potapski us'd and thought 'em fit For mischief but durst never trust their wit For when fierce Passion from his Breast was gone And depos'd reason repossest his Throne The States-man home retir'd in discontent Thus with himself revolving as he went What strange Chimaera's is my Brain pursuing Or what this Fifty years have I been doing What signifies my tir'd Policy England was ne'er cut out for Anarchy But will in Circling Glories shine when I Am dead and rotten Fifty Cubits high Success is Omen of republick Rule Th' unlucky Politician is a Fool. And Treason of all Crimes takes worst degree A Rebel's Damn'd by the Church Liturgie And then Heaven knows what will become of me How long have I the most remark't of Men The subject been of every Tongue and Pen. Gall'd by sharp Satyrs to the very Bones Like wandring Fellons lash't through Country Towns And yet what succour or redress have had But made my self and all the Rabble mad The Law is just to them 'gainst whom I sue Nor will my Scandalum Magnatum do Turn then Old Man and tempt no more thy Fate Throw by thy Play-things turn e're 't is too late Some hopes Repentance to thy Age may bring Mercy as well as Justice grace the KING But I 've already try'd it damn'd Offence Thrice to be Pardon'd by one Generous Prince The Law does oft excuse in a first Crime But there 's no Mercy shown a second time Th' incorrigible willful Reprobate Suffers unpittied a most shameful Fate Vices
luster to their Authour's fame 'T is like a Meteors momentary light Which when extinguish'd darker shows the night Thus Necromancers that to gain their ends Surrender Souls and Bodies to the Fiends During their term sin safe and if supprest In durance are by trusty Pug releast But time expir'd in horrour end their days And Hell that first employ'd their wages pays The Good Old Cause and Popular Renown Soon spread Potapski's Fame about the Town But th' baffled Party that had oft been bit By th' mental reservation of his wit Now from their State-Camelion all decline Nor longer trust him with their grand design His late admir'd Counsel dubious grows And friends suspect him false as well as foes Warpt Machiavile they now begin to doubt Charm'd by his fears was wheeling round about For soon they found that he no aid would bring To any were for setting up the King And now the People whom he taught in vain The jugling Trick of State-Legerdemain Desert the Turn-Coat Pagods Interests And leave him to his independent Priests Abhorring as the Satyr did of old The wretch that could at once blow hot and cold But hardned vice with ease disgraces bears Mischiefs like these made ripe his former years And greater in his modern life appears Rebellious fate to him made fond address And honour'd all his actions with success For Treason when confin'd with Infamy She murmuring at his want of Liberty A whole stanch Jury damn'd to set him free And Hell that waited its reward when due Was streight possest of twelve good men and true Which done the Crowd t' express their hearts desire Gave shouts and made their Sacrifice of fire Fames Trumpet sounds and Libels scatter'd were Like him malitious cunning and severe Potapski's Name arround the Nation rung Potapski was the burthen of each Song Not songs of Triumph such as with delight Welcom'd victorious David from the fight But Odes of slander Such as Iuvenal Us'd when he would at the times vices rail And boldly show in never-dying Rhimes The Poets Justice and the Peoples Crimes For Satyres just like Medicines are design'd As those the body cure so these the mind Within the learned Volumes of the Laws Made to doe Justice in the Subjects Cause A Bugbear Statute stands in potent force Strong legal and destructive in its course The Title Scandalum Magnatum bears A Privilege of Princes Prelates Peers By them enjoy'd above Three Hundred Years A Writ that signifies detractive wrongs By Lyes or Falsehoods from malitious Tongues Enacted first to quell all strifes arise Between the Lords and Commons or Allies Thus mighty Damages are often found Actions no less than Twenty Thousand Pound Bless us should Honesty e'er sink beneath This ponderous Act would crush it sure to death But some Allays are still to rigour due And though for Lyes it does Offenders sue There are some Scandalums are often true Which lately prov'd with good success was crown'd And Peer being known Defendant Mercy found Stung with Reproach impatient of Redress This Arbitrary Law does streight possess Potapski with large hopes of Damages And from the careless honest Loyal Rout Two grand Offenders soon were singled out For tainting Peerage with a Traitor's Name And mudding the clear fountain of his Fame And now his Ravens of the Law appear Ill Boders that foretell Misfortune near But as mistaken in Prognostication As they were after in their Declaration 'Mongst these the hot Franceski he prefers And florid Guiliam Polish Senators Two Champions that held up the Peoples Shield And th' Charter 'gainst Prerogative did wield Unhappy Nation whom most Ills attend Shockt by her Laws that should her most defend Law with clandestine and perfidious might Guided by Interest can oppress or right And if a Subject will a villain grow Law is the safest way to make him so Secure of seeming Friends that with him joyn That much his Person lov'd but more his Coyn Potapski longs his Prisoners to disgrace And to a Tryal bring his mighty Case But first consulting with his agent Devil That in all Causes gratefull was and civil Resolv'd to add his cunning to his might And cull and pick a Jury first were right Which in Out-skirts and quarters of the Town Associating by themselves he found And to his aid as fam'd a Party draws As e'er were damn'd to save a Brother's Cause The first of these Sir Bernardenski hight Presumptive Fore-man thought because a Knight And one whose Name did through the Nation ring For heading th' Crowd 'gainst the late blessed King The second was if lowd Reports are true Both a Man-hater and Man-stealer too A strange Misanthropos whose slight of hand Presto transports ye to another Land He doubtless a new Common-wealth has laid And if our Spyes have any Progress made We may discover Plots now worth revealing And find a Colony of his own stealing The rest with these did equal Vertues share Villains oft known by their Companions are Whose Gibbet faces when Potapski saw Moulding damn'd looks of gravity and aw The Polititian for his Cause grew bold And thus in humble Tone his Story told Beloved Country-men You whom the Laws Invest with Power to protect our Cause Your pious aid to your wrong'd Brother lend And your kind Verdict give t' oblige your Friend Two Foes to the Republick and to God Fate has brought under my avenging Rod Who now in th' Court of Justice are arraign'd And fast with Scandalum Magnatum chain'd On whom and here the well bred States-man bow'd You if you please may lay a Fine so good As may hereafter fright the sawcy crowd The Cause by this shall thrive and so shall you None of our Tribe e'er grudg'd rewards when due And for the Bugbear Consciencious part Conscience you know's the Polititian's Art A loose disguise which we put off or on When any solid mischief 's to be done Therefore my Friends discard that Pannick fear And my good Angel in this Cause appear So may your wish for Bishops Lands succeed So may those Magpies of the Nation bleed And so may you in your new Trade have hap Turning about to him that did Kid-nap As you the Oracles of Law are found And give me Damage Twenty thousand Pound Examples from our enemies we have Remember what a Jury lately gave To a proud Prelate in this very Case And shall that insolent that Silk-worm Race Have cause to boast that they more justice gain Than I the Peoples sinews heart and brain No let the Laws by you run proper Courses And plague these bold Delinquents in their Purses In personal punishments the smart 's soon gone But give large sums and then they are undone Their tottering Cause they can no longer serve They 'll rot and dye their wives and children starve Whilst we grown careless who the deed reviles Shall thrive grow rich and fatten with their spoils And crowds of Converts to our Party bring He that has Gold enough