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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

rest But leave Ten Thousand Curses on the Test And who do its Abolishing withstand I leave upon them an Eternal Brand. And for the Penal Laws they like so well I 'll write for their Repeal when I 'm in Hell And if Damn'd Pluto's Laws are like to these I 'll quickly sue him out a Writ of Ease I there will my Occurrence truly state Whilst some Infernal Larkin Prints the Cheat I Hell's black Tyrant will both sooth and praise And even in Sulph'rous Styx Sedition raise A new Catch in praise of the Reverend Bishops TRue Englishmen drink a good Health to the Mitre Let our Church ever Flourish tho' her Enemies Spight Her May their Cunning and Forces no longer prevail And their Malice as well as their Arguments fail Then remember the Seven which supported our Cause As Stout as our Martyrs and as Just as our Laws Protestantism Reviv'd or the Persecuted Church Triumphing IN Sable Weeds I saw a Matron clad Whose Looks were grave whose Countenance was sad Pensive with care she musing sate alone Her State too too unhappy to bemoan Deep bitter pangs I saw her undergo And pay the tributary drops of woe So wept Ducalion when he saw the State And face of Nature chang'd and desolate By this dumb Elegy a while sh'exprest The gloomy sorrows of her troubl'd breast Then heaving up her head she silence broke And with a heavy sigh dejected spoke Good God! what grief surrounds my aged head What new distracting woes I daily wed Who am by spiteful Foes in triumph led They pierce my side with wound they break my rest And snatch my sucking Children from my breast My elder Sons inhumanly they treat My weaker ones they bubble with Deceit Thus they insult thus put me to disgrace And spit their frothy Venom in my face My growing sorrows to compleat the more I 'm flouted by a Babylonish Whore Put me to death they can't since Heav'n decreed I must not dye though with my Saviour bleed But humbly should in after-times succeed What most my anxious Soul tormented hath Is he that should defend betrays my Faith Thus thus abus'd I 'm to all Griefs betray'd Thus my Delights are double Sorrows made Who e're was curb'd by such a Concubine Who so perplex'd Was ever grief like mine Then she bow'd down her head and with her tears Bedew'd the parched Earth when straight appears A Comforter by pitying Heav'n sent To raise her drooping Spirits almost spent Who when he had respectful Homage paid In terms obliging reverently said Mother I know the cause of all thy Grief I 'm sent thy Succor and thy true Relief Thy God has heard thy Sighs thy faithful Pray'rs And graciously receiv'd thy flowing Tears I 'll wipe them off I 'll rugged Grief expel And usual Joy shall in thy Count'nance dwell I 've made thy haughty Domineerers bow And own their Lives they to my bounty owe I 've foil'd them all I have disarm'd them quite They have the power to bark but not to bite To ease your pain by th' God of Heaven I 'm sent He acts and I 'm the Honour'd Instrument Then she arose Joy smiling in her Eye And with a cheerful Voice did thus reply Thanks gracious God thanks thou Victorious Son By whom I have my wonted Glory won Rejoice my Sons and Hallelujahs sing Unto our Saviour our Triumphant King For I an Anthem will compose and then We 'll sweetly sound it to our God Amen The Council To the Tune of Iamaica I. TWO Toms and Nat In Council fat To rigg out a Thanksgiving And make a Prayer For a thing in the Air That 's neither Dead nor Living II. The Dame of East As 't is Express'd In her late quaint Epistle Did to our Eady Bequeath the Baby With Coral Bells and Whistle III. With this intent she to her sent Her Gold and Diamond Bodkin That to conceive She might have leave And is not this an odd thing IV. Then a Pot of Ale To the Prince of Wales Tho' some are of Opinion That when 't comes out A Double Clout Will cover his Dominion The Audience THE Criticks that pretend to Sense Do cavil at the Audience As if his Grace were not as good To bow to as a piece of Wood. Did not our Fathers heretofore Their sensless Deities adore Did not Old Delphos all along Vent Oracles without a Tongue And wisest Monarchs did importune From the dumb God to know their Fortune Did not the Speaking-Head of late Of matters Learnedly Debate And rendred without Tongue or Ears Wise answers to his whisp'ring Peers And shall we to a living Prince Deny the State of Audience What tho' the Bantling cannot speak Yet like the Blockhead he may squeak Give Audience by Interpreter The wisest Prince can do no more Then enter with a Prince's Banner Sir Charles after the usual manner Great Sir His Holiness from Rome Greets your high Birth The Prince cry'd Mum The Consecrated Pilch and Clout If you 'll vouchsafe to hear me out And many other Toys I 'm come To lay them to your sacred Bum. So young yet such a God-like Ray Phoebus your Dad was Priest Dad-a Great Prince I have no more to say Conducted next there comes Great Sir An Envoy from the Emperor To Gratulate your lucky Fate That gives to England's Throne new date We joy that any thing should Reign To baffle Orange and the Dane The Youth to see them thus beguil'd In token of his Favour smil'd But at the Spaniard laugh'd outright As shamm'd again in Eighty Eight Next having pass'd the inward Centry The doubtful Monsieur made his entry The King my Master Sir has sent Your Royal Birth to complement If you will make it but appear That you are England's Lawful Heir Here Lady Powis took him short Have you a King Thank Maz'rine for 't Fr. man Whoe're the Father was the Mother Was France's Q. P is Who questions t'other At this Reproof he pawn'd a Purse And parting made his Peace with Nurse The Dane the Swede with other Nations Come in with loud Congratulations Upon the Swede so fam'd for Battel He cast a frown and shook his Rattle And for the Dane who took the part Of good Prince George he let a fart This put him in a sullen fit Nurse scarce could dance him out of it When an Ambassador from Poland Knock'd at the Door and Vel● from Holland He crying suck'd and sucking cry'd When Lady Governess reply'd Peace Prince peace Prince peace pretty Prince And let the States have Audience Dutch-man From Holland I am hither sent To Challenge not to Complement Prepare with speed your Twenty Sail Your twice four thousand on the Nail Which by your Senate was enacted With Orange when your Sire contracted The Name of Holland did affright And make th'young Hero scream outright But Orange nam'd the Royal Elf The sweet sweet Babe beshit himself Tyrconnel who came o're no less Than to be made his Governess To take

set to work your busy Brain Which took Fire quickly from their Train Some Wise some Valiant you remove 'Cause they your Maxims don't approve And in their stead such Creatures place Which to th'Employments bring disgrace While whatsoe're you do I own And still the dirt on me is thrown Straight new Chimera's fill your Brain The humming Beetles buz again A Goal-Delivery now must be All tender Consciences set free Not out of Zeal but pure Design To make Dissenters with us join To pull down Test and Penal Laws The Bulwark of the Hereticks Cause The sly Dissenters laugh the while They see where lurks the Serpent's guile And rather than with us comply Will on our Enemies rely The Chieftains of the Protestant Cause We did confine though 'gainst the Laws But soon was glad to set 'em free Fearing the giddy Mobile Now all is turning upside-down Loud Murmurings in every Town We 've Foes abroad and Foes at home Armies and Fleets against us come The Protestants do laugh the while And the Dissenters sneer and smile But no assistance either sends They 're neither Enemies nor Friends Now pray conclude what must be done Consult your Oracle of ROME For next fair Wind be sure they come On the University of Cambridge's burning the D. of Monmouth's Picture 1685. who was formerly their Chancellor In Answer to this question In turba semper sequitur fortunam odit damnatos By Mr. Stepney YES fickle Cambridge Perkins found this true Both from your Rabble and your Doctors too With what applause you once receiv'd his Grace And begg'd a Copy of his Godlike Face But when the sage Vice-Chancellor was sure The Original in Limbo lay secure As greasy as himself he sends a Lictor To vent his Loyal Malice on the Picture The Beadle's Wife endeavours all she can To save the Image of the tall young man Which she so oft when pregnant did embrace That with strong thoughts she might improve her race But all in vain since the wise House conspire To damn the Canvas Traytor to the Fire Lest it like Bones of Scanderbeg incite Scythemen next Harvest to renew the fight Then in comes Mayor Eagle and does gravely alledge He 'll subscribe if he can for a bundle of Sedge But the man of Clareball that proffer refuses ' Snigs he 'll be beholden to none but the Muses And orders Ten Porters to bring the dull Reams On the Death of Good Charles and Crowning of Iames And swears he will borrow of the Provost more stuff On the Marriage of Ann if that ben't enough The Heads lest he get all the profit to himself Too greedy of honour too lavish of pelf This motion deny and Vote that Ti●e Tillet Should gather from each noble Doctor a Billet The Kindness was common and so they 'd return it The Gift was to all all therefore would burn it Thus joining their Stocks for a Bonfire together As they club for a Cheese in the Parish of Chedder Confusedly crowd on the Sophs and the Doctors The Hangman the Townsmen their Wives and the Proctors While the Troops from each part of the Countries in all Come to quaff his Confusion in Bumpers of stale But Rosalin never unkind to a Duke Does by her absence their folly rebuke The tender Creature could not see his fate With whom she had danc'd a Minuet so late The Heads who never could hope for such frames Out of envy condemn'd Sixscore pounds to the flames Then his Air was too proud and his Features amiss As if being a Traytor had alter'd his Phiz So the Rabble of Rome whose favour ne're settles Melt down their Sejanus to Pots and Brass Kettles Nulla manere diu neque vivere carminant possum que scribuntur aque notoribus By Mr. Ayloffe T. C. C. HE that first said it knew the worth of Wit Lov'd well his Glass and as he drank he Writ Vast was his Soul and sparkling was the Wine Which strangely did inspire each mighty Line The wat'ry Springs of Helicon are Theams Fit for dull Freshmen and dull Doctors Dreams Not Flood of Cam or Well of Aristotle Yield half the pleasure of the charming Bottle Poor Scriblers then that bread and water use The slender diet of a Bridewel muse As easily may Water Poets make As Coffee Politicians does create The Two Grand Whigs of Poetry and State When Booths on Thames were built and Oxen roasted Poets the strength of waters might have boasted And might have made their frozen Verse to pass As well as he that put out Ice for Glass Though our good Proctor otherwise does think Our Mother Cambridge kindly bids us drink She holds the Candle and the sacred Cup And as the one wasteth cries Drink t'other up 'T was drinking got our Ancestors Renown And Claret first that di'd the Scarlet Gown As well may Dutchmen without Brandy sight As English Poets without Claret write Not moderate Learning nor immoderate Fees Are of themselves sufficient for Degrees Wine and the Supper must the Act compleat And he does best dispute who best does treat 'T is Carnival and we 'll the time enjoy This day and next while Wine and wit run high And the forty days Preachers in vain may bid the Court repent But Poets sure did never write in Lent Now in the name of Dulness and small-Beer Ye Northern Wits of fam'd St. Iohns appear That scarce taste Wine or Wit throughout the Year Had she who by the pow'rful Charms of Wine Transform'd Ulysses men to Gruntling Swine Had she and you the Experiment try'd again By contrary effects ye had Poets been Next the pert Fops by Title dignifi'd Wise to themselves and Fools to all beside Whom Company nor Drinking can refine Blockish and dull beyond the pow'r of Wine Who after the first Bottle still the same Can never higher rise than Anagram Or at most quibble on their Dowdy's name When Whig Religious Trimmer Loyal turns When Cambridge Wives and Barnwel Whores turn Nuns When Curate's Rich and the fat Doctor 's poor When Scholars tick and Townsmen cheat no more When am'rous Fops leave hunting handsom Faces When craving Beadle begs no more for Places Hopkins and Sternold with their paltry Rhimes Shall please us now and take with future Times And Water-drinkers then shall famous grow Seile the Poet to my Lord-Mayor's Show Shall Dryden Cowley and our Duke outgo To Mr. Fleetwood Shepherd By Mr. P r. WHen Crowding Folks with strange ill Faces Were making Legs and begging Places And some with Patents some with Merit Tired out my good Lord D t 's Spirit Sneaking I stood among the Crew Desiring much to Speak with You. I waited while the Clock struck Thrice And Footman brought out fifty Lies Till Patience vext and Legs grown weary I thought it was in vain to tarry But did Opine it might be better By Penny-post to send a Letter Now if you miss of this Epistle I 'm balkt again and may go Whistle My business

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

Academies wou'd oppose On no pretence your Royal Cause But quit their Oaths and Founders Laws That Corporations yield their Charters And no more grudge your Soldiers Quarters That Borough-Towns would chuse such Men As you shan't need send home agen That all right Members take their stations Such as Sir R and Sir P That your new Friends stand every where Of which we recommend one pair Honest Will Pen and Harry Care Dissenters will with all their heart-a Vote for a Gospel Magna Carta Your Judges too will over-awe The poor dead letter of the Law Your High Commissioners from whom The obstinate receive their doom For trusty Catholicks make room Only one resty part o' th' Nation Wou'd bound your pow'r of dispensation For which we 'll bait the Rogues agen With second part of Hind and Pan We 'll Rhime 'em into better manners And make them low'r their Paper-Banners Nor is this all that we will do No Sir we 'll pray like Poets too May our great God Apollo bless you May Iuno help your budding issue May you attempt no enemies To skirmish with but Butterflies Nor exercise Your Martial Arms But in Mock-sieges false alarms May you have long and peaceful days And may we live to sing your Praise And after all may you inherit The over-plus of the Saints merit The LAUREAT Jack Squabb his History in 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 Ou ts and Scoff of Future Times Still tacking round with every turn of State Reverse to Sh ry thy cursed Fate Is always at a change to come too late To keep his Plots from Coxcombs was his Care His Policy 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 pur-blind 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 Deeds from Pole to Pole Where Winds can carry and where Waves can rowl Nay had our Charles by Heav'ns severe Decree Been found and Murther'd in the Royal Tree Ev'n thou hadst prais'd the Fact his Father slain Thou call'dst 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 Who ever chang'd more in one Moon than thou Even thy own Zimri 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 Independent 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 Int'rest than thy Nature so Under his livening 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 mad'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 Addrest 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 Vizor chang'd you turn about And strait a True-blue Protestant crept out The Frier now was writ and some will say They smell a Malecontent through all the Play The Papist too was damn'd unfit for Trust Call'd Treacherous Shameless Profligate Unjust And Kingly Pow'r thought Arbitrary Lust. This lasted till thou didst thy Pension gain And that chang'd both thy Morals 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 straight to Cruelty is rais'd And even 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 stay 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 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 hadst thou left us in the former Reign T' have prov'd it was not wholly done for Gain Now the Meridian Sun is not so plain Gold is thy God for a substantial Sum Thou to the Turk wou'dst run away from Rome 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 easy 't is to Conquer in the Right See there a Youth a shame to thy

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