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A61352	State-poems; continued from the time of O. Cromwel, to this present year 1697. Written by the greatest wits of the age, viz. The Lord Rochester, the Lord D-t, the Lord V-n, the hon. Mr. M-ue, Sir F. S-d, Mr. Milton, Mr. Prior, Mr. Stepney, Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With several poems in praise of Oliver Cromwel, in Latin and English, by D. South, D. Locke, Sir W. G-n, D. Crew, Mr. Busby, &c. Also some miscellany poems by the same, never before printed	Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. Hind and panther transvers'd to the story of the country-mouse and the city-mouse. aut; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680. aut; University of Oxford.	1697 (1697)	Wing S5325A; ESTC R219192	116,138	256

her leave by luck came in She suck'd his Nose and lick'd him clean Last came the Lady H from Play Mov'd by Instinct he cry'd Mamma And posted to the Queen away An Epistle to Mr. Dryden DRyden thy Wit has Catterwaul'd too long Now Lero Lero is the only Song What Singing Dancing Interludes of late Stuff and set off our goodly Farce of State Not Albevil can turn a deep Intrigue Till first well warm'd with Bishop Talgol's Jigg W m cannot sleep or if a Nap he takes His Dream some Old Tressilian Ballad breaks But was e're seen the like in Prose or Metre To this mad Play or work of Father Petre At Court no longer Punchionello takes Each Scene Part Cue mishapen to the Mac's Such Plot and the Catastrophe is such We must be either Irish all or Dutch Our very Judges in Westminster-Hall Like their Old Roof were Irish Timber all And bless us Irish Wolves are brought to keep The Nation grown now all such silly Sheep Such errand Asses errand Cattle made Or to be yok'd or saddl'd fleec'd or flead O Martyr's Son thy Destiny is shown Such props are for a Scaffold not a Throne So Iuno in her impotence of rage By Heav'n deny'd did Hell's black Pow'rs engage Yet sped the Heroe Iove and Fate were strong Religious care He took his Gods along But hark O hark the Belgick Lyon roars And shakes afar the French and British Shoars One Brandy drinks one mad with Prophecies Lord what they tell us of some Prince from Frize Arms and the Man they sing no French finess But hearty blows and Brandenburg Address Hence Vigour and our Figure comes agen We rise and walk all true erected Men. The force of those Circaean Cups subdu'd And the wild Charms our new Armida brew'd The Witchcraft he our true Rinaldo broke And g●ubs the base pretenders to his stock But oh what Spirit of deceit afar Possess'd our Pulpits and bewitch'd the Bar What Bane what Mischief on poor Mortals shed By Vermin from the Laws corruption bred Tho to their Irish Roof no Cobwebs cleave Below what strife and endless toyls they weave Wanting brave strength to strangle men to death What Frauds they hide What Venom underneath And when some shorter course to Murder 's shown Cry O that luscious Point they gain'd the Crown Sons of the Pulpit the same measures keep And of that same stumm'd Cup have drunk as deep Agog for some odd Transubstantiate thing Chimera Reign or Metaphysick King Sublim'd to School-Divinity extreams Their Brains would crow with Patriarchal Dreams So high from solid honest Wisdom blow n They'd have some Hippo-Centaur on the Throne Not Law ordain'd but by some God appointed Not Lay-elected but by Priest anointed Away this Goblin Witchcraft Priestcraft Prince Give us a King Divine by Law and Sense Now Bar and Pulpit to Dragoons a sport Their Cause is carri'd to the last Effort Princes in more compendious method teach Force is their way let Old Apostles Preach What 's stablish'd Law where standing Armies come Or who'll talk Gospel to a Kettle-Drum When God would hear where Giants did oppress The several Nations had their Hercules So were the Horns of grizly Violence broke So people freed from triple Geryon's Yoke The various Snake in Lerna-Lough that bred That loll'd and hiss'd to Death at every head Nemaean Lion Erymanthian Boar In Bogs that wallow and on Hills that roar All by his God-like Prowess done away Their Lawless Rule and that Gigantick sway In vain whilst this high Vertue Nations sought The Nassau-House were never yet without Nor is confin'd to Provinces their care Their gen'rous labour neighb'ring Kingdoms share Here the foul Herd flee from his lifted hand That long had made a Stable of the Land The Monster of the Lough new Lerna-Plague But scarce in head the Bog-begotten Teague The ravenous Kind the Harpies sharp for prey With Birds obscene and uncouth to the day No Den no Ditch no rousting for them more Now now is come our Hercules ashore Vile Fraud dispell'd and superstitious Mists He from our Temple drives all Knaves and Priests Then warmer Wallop in due Scarlet shown To Coffee Dick bequeaths his rusty Gown Oh Dryden if this Hercules were thine How wou'd his Club and Atlas-shoulders shine How wou'dst thou all our Maids of Honour fright With naughty Tale of Fifty in a Night Howe'er no more let Xavier mar thy Pen No Miracle to forty thousand men When Law and bald Divinity begins Why then the marvel that a Poet sins The DREAM WEary'd with Bus'ness and with Cares opprest My Faculties were Doz'd and fond of rest An unusual heaviness did on me creep My Soul indulg'd it yet I could not sleep Dreams short and frightful vext me all the Night I found I was betray'd and long'd for Light The first such Wonders brought within my view And when I wak'd I almost thought them true Methought I saw great Iulius sadly lye Bleeding from all his Wounds and Brutus by The ungrateful Brutus which he doted on With Meager Cassius pleas'd with what he'ad done Crying the World and Brutus are my own I nearer drew to view the Ghastly Trunk But oh the Scene was chang'd Caesar was sunk 'T was Charles the Second which lay mangl'd there The Sacrificing Tribe too did appear Brutus and Cassius York and Petre were Charles weeping grasp'd his Brother by the hand I heard him sighing say Within my Land A faithful Pious Mother thou wilt command Who in the utmost of Extremity When all but her and much upbraided I Wou'd from the Crown have quite excluded thee Preach'd up thy forfeit Title by our Laws And in thy banishment maintain thy Cause Passive Obedience thou hast much in store But do not urge it to thy utmost pow'r Iames to preserve her most devoutly swore Charles dy'd and Iames discharg'd his Oath next hour I saw the Priests flock in the Bishops out Saw Petres cram the Wafer down his Throat Tho' dead it sav'd the Heretick no doubt I saw him poorly buri'd in the Night A wretched Train and a more wretched sight To me it seem'd a Fun'ral in Disguise For fear his Creditors shou'd his Body seize I saw him shewn for two pence in a Chest Like Monk Old Harry Mary and the rest And if the Figure answer'd its intent In ten years time 't would buy a Monument My Fancy brought me back again to Court Where only Fools Advise and Knaves Resort Our Kingdoms Curse and other Nations Sport I heard the Iesuits in a grand Cabal Resolve to Root out Heresy or fall Each his particular Opinion gave They cry'd an Opportunity we have To fetter her who kept us long her Slave Immediatly they pitch'd upon a Rule How to suppress it by a forward Fool A bawling blundering senseless Tool Whose Mouthing at White-Chappel first began Who regularly to his Greatness ran Thro' all the vile degrees of Treachery And now Usurps the Court of Equity He said If you

to appear In Steel before you yet Great Sir approve My manly VVishes and more vigorous Love In whom a cold Respect were Treason to A Father's Ashes greater than to you VVhose one Ambition 't is for to be known By Daring Loyalty your Wilmot's Son Rochester Wadh. Coll. A young Gentleman desirous to be a Minister of State thus pretends to qualifie himself TO make my self for this Employment fit I 'll learn as much as ever I can get Of the Honourable Gray of Ru n's VVit In Constancy and sincere Loyalty I 'll imitate the grateful Shaftsbury And that we may assume the Churches Weal And all Disorder in Religion heal I will espouse Lord Hall x's Zeal To pay respect to sacred Revelation To scorn th' affected Wit of Prophanation And rout Impiety out of the Nation To suppress Vice and Scandal to prevent Buckingham's Life shall be my Precedent That living Model of good Government To dive into the Depth of States-mens Craft To search the Secrets of the subtlest Heart To hide my own Designs with prudent Art To make each Man my Property become To frustrate all the Plots of France or Rome None can so well instruct as my Lord Moon For moral Honesty in Deed and Word Lord W r Example will afford That and his Courage too are on record Upon the King's Voyage to Chatham to make Bulwarks against the Dutch and the Queen's Miscarriage thereupon WHen Iames our great Monarch so wise and discreet Was gone with three Barges to face the Dutch Fleet Our young Prince of Wales by Inheritance stout Was going to aid him and peep'd his Head out But seeing his Father without Ships or Men Commit the Defence of us all to a Chain Taffy was frighted and sculk'd in again Nor thought while the Dutch domineer'd in our Road It was safe to come further and venture abroad Not Walgrave or th' Epistle of Seigneur le Duke Made her Majesty sick and her Royal Womb puke But the Dutch-men picqueering at Dover and Harwich Gave the Ministers agues and the Queen a miscarriage And to see the poor King stand of Ships in such need Made the Catholicks quake and her Majesty bleed I wish the sad Accident dont spoil the young Prince Take off all his Manhood and make him a Wench But the Hero his Father no Courage did lack Who was sorry on such a pretext to come back He mark'd out his Ground and mounted a Gun And 't is thought without such a pretence he had run For his Army and Navy were said to increase As appears when we have no occasion in Peace Nay if the Dutch come we despise them so much Our Navy incognito will leave them i' th' lurch And to their eternal Disgrace we are able To beat 'em by way of a Post and a Cable Why was this Sir left out of the wise Declaration That flatter'd with hopes of more Forces the Nation 'T would have done us great Good to have said you intended The Strength of the Nation the Chain should be mended Tho we thank you for passing so kindly your word Which ne'er yet was broke that you 'd rule by the Sword A Charge to the Grand Inquest of England 1674. ROom for the Bedlam C ns Hell and Fury Room for the Gentlemen of our Grand Iury. Led by no conjuring Bayliff with white Wand But stately Mace in stalking Giant 's hand Call them o'er Cryer swear them every Man And let an Oath fetter 'em if it can The Foreman first preferr'd before the rest 'Cause he has learnt the Art of Prating best Then Howard Powell Garaway and Meers Temple and S who yet wears his Ears Candish the Fop Whorwood that Senior Soph Some fresh come on some lately taken off When these have kist the Book swear all the rest The numerous swarm of this too Grand Inquest Five hundred strong a formidable Crew Would you could say of half good Men and true Stand close together Sirs and hear your Charge In brief which Lawyers use to give at large Imprimis as to Treason let that pass Since to talk Treason boldly long since was A Priviledge of your House and shortly you Will privileg'd be to plot and act it too For Sacrilege Thefts Robberies and Rapes Murders Cheats Perjuries with such petty Scapes Of which your selves you too well guilty know Transmit these Trifles to the Courts below But if a Member chance to get a Scar For the Cause or by fortune de la Guerr You of the Inquest strictly must implore Whether the wound were given by Rogue or Whore Vote it a Breach of Privilege then pass An Act Sir Iohn's Nose is as whole as ' t was If a blunt Porter justle from the wall Or knavish Boy at Foot-ball give a fall To one O' your House let Boys and Porters be Sent to the Tower or brought upon their Knee But above all beat boldly every where For your just Rights and Privileges here Find them out all and more than ever were Search the Repositories of the Tower And your own Brains to stretch your lawless Power Ransack your Writers Selden Needham Pryn Rather than fail bring the sly Jesuit in Then swoln with Pride and Poyson suckt from these Vote your own Privilege is what you please Thus fortifi'd each Member is supreme What Court of Justice dares touch one of them The King disdains not to submit his Cause To the known Course and Tryal of the Laws Each Subject may his King with safety sue But King nor Subject can have Right from you Who are Law-givers Judge and Party too With what distemper'd Counsels are we fed When such Convulsions are on England bred The very Arse is hoisted o'er the Head Well may you sit in Love with all your hearts It is a Posture proper to those Parts Humble as Spiders while they crawl below Despis'd afraid of every Spurn and Blow Crept in your Hole once you imperious grow Spread Laws Oaths Snares for other Men to fall And you your selves may trample on them all From Privilege of Sov'reign Parliament If you have any Breath and Time unspent In the next place to Grievances proceed Such Grievances as make the Subject bleed What we nam'd last before may here stand first For of all Plagues with which this Nation 's curst The Privilege of Parliament is worst Then with full Throats and empty Brains let fly Against the Rise and Growth of Popery Power Arbitrary and the Prerogative Royal Monopolies and Imprisonments illegal Offices set to sale and scarce a Clause Well executed of the Cobweb Laws But tho corrupt enough touch not th' Arcana Of your dread Idol Law your great Diana 'T will make the Nation full of Lawyers rave With Tongue and Pen Nonsense and Noise who have By this false Oracle heap'd up more Gold Than e'er that Goddesses High-priest of old 'T would kindle amongst your selves a Civil War For those Gallants tho not the greatest are Of your whole House the loudest

the falling Side This Hot-brain'd Machiavel once vainly strove For what he ne'er can hope the People's Love But foil'd he flies for Refuge to the Throne Trusting to th' Bladders of his Wit alone Without one honest thought to fix them on The third a Wreck of the divided Chits Better than jilting Whore he counterfeits But not his treach'rous Eyes dissolv'd in tears Nor the false Vizard his Ambition wears Can blind the VVorld or hide what must be seen His Practices with I and Mazarine Vote on poor Fools ye Commons vent your spleen Sure France and York are a sufficient Skreen A Tax at home's a Project old and dull He 'll find new ways to keep his Coffers full The French shall some of our fled Gold restore They suck like Leeches but they ruine more VVhen they spue back part of th' infected Ore 'T is his Contrivance too by Change of Air To ease our Monarch of his Fears and Care They jointly toil to make thy Burden light Knowing that Quiet is thy chief Delight They therefore haste and hurry thee to fight No matter C thy Enemies they 'll fright One stamps one talks one weeps thy Foes to flight I come dread Lord from the dark Shades below To give thee timely notice of the Blow VVhich thou may'st yet prevent think well of those VVhom now mistaken you believe your Foes They who against your will would fix your Crown Giving you Riches Happiness Renown Which Metamorphose should accepted be Because redeem'd from Want and Infamy Observe poor Wanderer how thou walk'st alone Might is the Atlas that supports thy Throne Haste to comply defer it not too long Thou canst not stem a Current that 's so strong Trust to th' Affections of thy Britains bold Give them but leave thy Honour to uphold Tho Bessus yet a Caesar thou may'st be Opprest with Trophies of their Victory On the Dutchess of Portsmouth's Picture September 1682. WHO can on this Picture look And not strait be wonder struck That such a peaking doudy thing Should make a Beggar of a King Three happy Nations turn to Tears And all their former Love to Fears Ruine the Great and raise the Small Yet will by turns betray them all Lowly born and meanly bred Yet of this Nation is the Head For half Whitehall make her their Court Tho th' other half make her their sport Monmouth's Tamer Ieffery's Advance Foe to England Spy to France False and foolish proud and bold Ugly as you see and Old In a word her mighty Grace Is Whore in all things but her Face HOUNSLOW-HEATH 1686. Upon this Place are to be seen Many Brave Sights God save the Queen NEar Hampton Court there lies a Common Unknown to neither Man nor Woman The Heath of Hounslow it is stil'd Which never was with blood defil'd Tho it has been of War the Seat Now three Campains almost compleat Here you may see Great IAMES the Second The greatest of our Kings he 's reckon'd A Hero of such high Renown Whole Nations tremble at his Frown And when he Smiles Men die away In Transports of excessive Joy A Prince of admirable Learning Quick Wit of Judgment most discerning His Knowledge in all Arts is such No Monarch ever knew so much Not that old blustring King of Pontus Whom Men call learned to affront us With all his Tongues and Dialects Could equal him in all respects His two and twenty Languages Were Trifles if compar'd to His Iargons which we esteem but small English and French are worth 'em all What tho he had some skill in Physick Could cure the Dropsy or the Phthisick Perhaps was able to advise one To scape the danger of rank Poison And could prepare an Antidote Should carry 't off tho down your Throat These are but poor Mechanick Arts Inferior to Great Iames his Parts Shall he be set in the same Rank With a Pedantick Mountebank He 's Master of such Eloquence Well chosen Words and weighty Sence That he neer parts his lovely Lips But out a Trope or Figure slips And when he moves his fluent Tongue Is sure to ravish all the Throng And every Mortal that can hear Is held fast Pris'ner by the Ear. His other Gifts we need but name They are so spread abroad by Fame His Faith his Zeal his Constancy Aversion to all Bigottry His firm adhering to the Laws By which he judges every Cause And deals to all impartial Justice In which the Subjects greatest trust is His constant keeping of his Word As well to Peasant as to Lord Which he no more would violate Than he would quit his Regal State Who has not his least promise broke Nor contradicted what he spoke His governing the brutal Passions With far more Rigor than his Nations Would not be sway'd by 's Appetite Were he to gain an Empire by 't From hence does flow that Chastity Temperance Love Sincerity And unaffected Piety That just abhorrence of Ambition Idolatry and Superstition Which through his Life have shin'd so bright That nought could dazle their clear Light These Qualities we 'll not insist on Because they all are Duties Christian But haste to celebrate his Courage Which is the Prodigy of our Age A Spirit which exceeds relation And were too great for any Nation Did not those Vertues nam'd before Confine it to its native Shore Restrain it from the thirst of Blood And only exercise't in Good The tedious Mithridatick War The Noise whereof is spread so far Was nothing to what 's practis'd here Tho carry'd on for forty year 'Gainst Pompey Sylla and Lucullus High-sounding Names brought in to gull us In which the Romans lost more Men Than one age could repair again Who perish'd not by Sword or Bullet But melted Gold pour'd down the Gullet Heroes of old were only fam'd For having Millions kill'd or maim'd For being th' Instrument of Fate In making Nations desolate For wading to the Chin i' th' Blood Of those that in their passage stood And thought the Point they had not gain'd While any Foe alive remain'd Our Monarch by more gentle Rules Has prov'd the Ancients arrant Fools He only studies and contrives Not to destroy but save Men's Lives Shews all the Military skill Without committing ought that 's ill He 'll teach his Men in Warlike Sport How to defend or storm a Fort And in Heroick Interlude Will act the dreadful scene of Bude Here Lorrain storms the Visier dies And Brandenburgh routs the Supplies Bavaria there blows up their Train And all the Turks are took or slain All this perform'd with no more harm Than Loss of simple Gunner's Arm And surely 't is a greater Good To teach Men War than shed their Blood Now pause and view the Army Royal Compos'd of valiant Souls and loyal Not rais'd as ill Men say to hurt ye But to defend or to convert ye For that 's the Method now in Use The Faith Tridentine to diffuse Time was the Word was powerful But now 't is

of Bread How it can change a Libeller's heart and clear a Laureat's Head Open his Eyes till the Mad Prophet see Plots working in a future power to be Traitors unform'd to his Second Sight are clear And Squadrons here and Squadrons there appear Rebellion is the Burden of the Seer To Bays in Vision were of late reveal'd Whig Armies that at Knightsbridge lay conceal'd And tho no mortal Eye could see 't before The Battel was just entring at the Door A dangerous Association sign'd by None The Joyner's Plot to seize the King alone Stephen with College made his Dire compact The watchful Irish took 'em in the Fact Of riding arm'd Oh Traiterous Overt Act With each of 'em an ancient Pistol sided Against the Statute in that Case provided But why was such an Host of Swearers prest Their Succour was ill Husbandry at best Bays's crown'd Muse by Sovereign Right of Satyr Without Desert can dub a Man a Traytor And Tories without troubling Law or Reason By Loyal Instinct can find Plots and Treason But here 's our Comfort though they never scan The Merits of the Cause but of the Man Our gracious Statesmen vow not to forsake Law that is made by Judges whom they Make. Behind the Curtain by Court-Wires with ease They turn those Pliant Puppets as they please With frequent Parliaments our hopes they feed Such shall be sure to meet but when there 's Need. When a sick State and sinking Church call for 'em Then 't is our Tories most of all abhor ' em Then Pray'r that Christian Weapon of Defence Grateful to Heaven at Court is an Offence If it dare speak the untamper'd Nations sense Nay Paper 's Tumult when our Senates cease And some Mens Names alone can break the Peace Petitioning disturbs the Kingdom 's Quiet As chusing honest Sheriffs makes a Riot To punish Rascals and bring France to Reason Is to be hot and press things out of Season And to damn Popery is Irish Treason To love the King and Knaves about him hate Is a Fanatick Plot against the State To Skreen his Person from a Popish Gun Has all the mischief in 't of Forty One To save our Faith and keep our Freedom's Charter Is once again to make a Royal Martyr This Logick is of Tory's deep inditing The very best they have but Oaths and Fighting Let 'em then Chime it on if 't will oblige ye And Roger vapour o'er us in Effigy Let 'em in Ballads give their folly Vent And sing up Nonsense to their Hearts content If for the King as All 's pretended they Do here drink Healths and Curse sure we may pray Heaven once more keep him then for Healing Ends Safe from old Foes but most from his new Friends Such Protestants as prop a Popish Cause And Loyal Men that break all Bounds of Laws Whose Pride is with his Servants Salaries fed And when they 've scarce left him a Crust of Bread Their corrupt Fathers foreign Steps to follow Cheat even of Scraps and that last Sop would swallow French Fetters may this Isle no more endure Spite of Rome's Art stand England's Church secure Not from such Brothers as desire to mend it But false Sons who designing worse to rend it With leud Lives and no Fortunes would defend it On Easter-day 87. this was found fixed on the King's Chappel Door WHEN God Almighty had his Palace fram'd That Glorious shining Place he Heaven Nam'd And when the first Rebellious Angels fell He Doom'd them to a certain place call'd Hell Here 's Heaven and Hell confirm'd by Sacred Story But yet I ne'er could read of Purgatory That cleansing-place which of late years is found For sinning-Souls to Flux in till they 're sound The Priest form'd that for the good Roman Race Our Maker never thought of such a place Oh Rome we 'll own thee for a Learn'd wise Nation To add a place wanting in God's Creation Upon K. J. Pistolling a Mastiff Dog at Banbury in his last Progress THE Poets tell us idle Tales to please us Of mighty Perseus Hercules and Theseus And several other gallant Heroes too Who ev'ry one their several Monsters slew The Minotaur did Theseus bravely Slaughter And then as bravely Sw d the King 's own Daughter Nemean Lyon bold Hercules did choak And of his Skin made him a lasting Cloak The far-fam'd Perseus kill'd a mighty Whale And all t' enjoy Andromeda's brown Tail Historians all the Great St. George admire For murd'ring horrid Dragon that spit Fire But what concerns us yet far more to tell One of these Heroes slew the Dog of Hell Renown'd Attempts you 'll all confess if true But our great I s did more than this Morbleau He who before t' immortalize his Name Lost dreaded England all her Naval Fame He who return'd from Belgick Lions Roar When Sandwich sunk in sight of Southwold Shore He who two Summers but of late sat down With all his Forces before Hounslow Town And nothing else but bare Dishonour won He when he saw his Loving Friend assail'd By furious Mastiff-Cur Ear-snip'd bob-tail'd Eyes darting Fire and with his Boo-woo's fierce Ready to seize the Lord-Lieutenant's Horse 'T is true quoth he to shew that wondrous Might Which I have long conceal'd from Humane Sight With furious Tone pursuing then his Speech Fanatick Dog forbear my Royal Breech He cry'd For know thou art but bluntly pointed Though sharp thy Fangs to touch the Lord 's Anointed To which the Dog who never Scripture read And scorn'd to call an Earthly Monarch Dread I am no Dog quoth he to Fawn and Flatter But I Address according to my Nature However know I am a Dog of Sense That 's more than may be said of many a Prince With this the mighty I a Pistol drew Discharg'd and shot the Mastiff thro' and thro Some say that Vulcan-like he riv'd his Brain No matter which the Dog receiv'd his Bane By Royal Hand for fancy Language slain And both got Honour Dog and Sov'reign The Sov'reign had the Honour Dog to kill The Mastiff that a Prince his Gore did spill Now then come down from Heav'n ye Cur come down Thou whom the sultry Summers so renown Resign that Place of thine more justly due To this same Dog whom God's Vicegerent slew Surely a Dog so dignifi'd in Story Is th' only Dog with Constellations Glory And you who in your Signs St. George advance Trampling o're Dragon's Jaws pierc'd through with Lance Alter your painting and set up in place The bravest Hero of the Scotish Race Discharging Thunder from his gaudy Saddle And Mastiff prostrate in a goary Puddle So shall you Truth advance o're Fabulous Toyes And Dog and Monarch both Immortalize The Metamorphosis HAD the late fam'd Lord Rochester surviv'd We'd been inform'd who all our Plots contriv'd Authors and Actors we had long since seen In sharpest Satyrs they 'd recorded been Tho' Captain Doctor Lord Duke K g or Queen His bold and daring Muse