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Satyr to his muse by the author of Absalom & Achitophel.
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Author of Absalom & Achitophel.; Somers, John Somers, Baron, 1651-1716.; Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.
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stand still They spare with Mercy tho with Judgment Kill Confin'd like God only from doing Ill Thus in our Papal fire to save the Town Some houses were blown up and some pull'd down None blam'd the Order since 't was understood A private mischief for the public good Tho we all perish yet we must forbear The Sacred Title of a Popish Heir If we thy foolish Politicks shou'd Hear A Sovereign Power somewhere there must be In King in Lords in Commons or all Three Deriv'd from God and only less than His VVhich can do all and nothing do Amiss The Sacred Tyes of marriage can Dissolve And Children in their Parents crimes Involve Making those Bastards who had else been Heirs And Injur'd Husbands legal VViddowers Cut off Entails make New repeal old Laws And of contending Kings decide the Cause Thus from the Helm our Learned Richard thrust Confes'd their Power and own'd their Sentence just And on the Throne our brave Fourth Edward State Whilst Harry liv'd a Prisner of the State Alphonso thus depos'd for his weak Life Pedro enjoy'd his Kingdom and his Wife There jus Divinum barks not at his Right Damns not his Rule by Day nor Love by Night In his Defence each private man may Kill Must then a Nation Perish and stand Still If for our Laws Faith God we may not Fight When can a Christian Sword be in the Right Oh the Prodigious Wit and wond'rous Sting To call Achit ' phells Son Unfeather'd two leg'd Thing So by old Pluto man was once defin'd Till a pull'd Cock that Notion undermin'd Thy Amiel with Bull Ionas self may Vie For all but Courage VVit and Honesty As loud he roard 'gainst the Prerogative As sharply blam'd as Stingily wou'd give Till his own wants oblig'd him to recieve And on his cheated Sire he cou'd no longer live VVhose whole Estate when he in Trust had got Thy honest Amiel grudg'd him Pipe and Pot. Thy Hushai next a true Friend e're a Man So soon his Dearness with his Prince began VVas but Fourteen when David was Abroad Less fit for a Kings Friendship than a Rod. VVhich he deserv'd when he with Tears Reply'd And in full house the Loyal Baby Cry'd How cou'd one German Journey teach his Youth And add Experience to his native Truth Abroad he learn'd to live upon his Prince As e'vry Fool Whore Bully has don Since To other Merit he has no pretence Bazzillais Praise I coud rehearse again And make the second Labour of my Pen Wise Valiant Loyal Rich of high Descent Born all that Fortune for her Darlings Meant Who nobly Scorn'd a private Happiness When he beheld his Sovereign in Distress To Armes he flew but with bold Catoes Fate Espous'd the Cause that fortune seem'd to Hate Striving to save the Head that wore the Crown He pull'd the mighty Ruine on his own But why extoll'st Ierusalems lewd Sagan At Drink and Whores indeed a very Dragon Not Magdalen possest in all her Prime With her Ten Devils cou'd have Equall'd Him Why woul'st thou call thy Adriel a Muse And David of his hasty rise Accuse When we all know the same obliging Hand Gave him his George and Churchil his Command Iermin his Country house Bromwich his point Band. Or Iotham flatter'd that vain sickle thing Famous for Jests upon the Church and King One while Pythagoras's harmles Food For Thoughts and Politicks must cool his Blood And then again with Whores and Lusty Wines Revels all Night and thinks him mad that Dines Quibles Jokes Puns and Trifling Wit he has And like the Sweed is very Rich in Brass Against the Court and David's-self he Roard How ill he Govern'd and how worse he 〈◊〉 VVou'd swear a Parrot had more VVit than Nelly VVith her Parch'd Face wrinckled more than P ths Belly Yet now to both like Popish Saints he Prays Which shews he will not Burn in Iames's Days In his Plain Band and Honesty in show He only aim'd at Danby's overthrow Which when obtein'd this Patriot had his Ends And farewell all his plain well meaning Friends There was no Plot no Popish Duke to Fear With Danby all our Dangers Disappear Danby thus setting to prevent dark Night This paler Moon shews forth its clearer Light Misguides our Councellors with her glim'ring Ray And all our Men of Business lose their VVay Our Parliament's dissolv'd new Members Meet An Oxford Journey must allay their Heat But the true English Interest Appeard The Silversmiths for their Diana Feard Popery wou'd pass on us in no Disguize No Flowers cou'd hide that Serpent from our Eyes VV' are in Such hast dissolv'd that in the Street New chosen with dissoving Members Meet And then a Paper in good David's Name Must the proceedings of the House Defame Sheriffs and Juries packt Justices made Knights of th' Address and all false colours laid To Cheat their Party with a vain Conceit The People Parliaments both Fear and Hate VVhat Samson in a Dungeon Captive Blind In spiteful rage for cruel Foes Design'd The House of Commons must be thought to do Against themselves and those that Trust them too The Head shall sooner fear its own Right-Hand Parents their Smiling Infants Death Command The chearful Birds sit silent in the Spring Than Lords and Commons hurt the Realm or King They may thy Heroes that small Faithful Band Pretious Counsellors who dare singly Stand ` Gainst the Collective Wisdom of the Land David in Exile had more Friends than thou Wilt to his Best his Happiest Days allow Why sounds thy Trumpet in the time of Peace Art thou afraid our Differences shou'd Cease That thus thou talk'st of Rebells Treasons more Than any Irish Witness ever Swore Soldiers of Fortune thus to drive a Trade Care not what Ruine or what Slaughters Made But hear me Prophesy and Mark me well E're Thrice the Rose renews its Fragrant Smell People and King shall join like Man and Wife And both Abhor the Engines of their Strife No more shall they endure a hackny Pen And thou Cashier'd shalt to the Stage again Please none but silly Women or worse Men David shall find Duty an empty Word For different Faiths can never have one Sword The Knot of Friendship is but loosely ty'd ` Twixt those that Heavenly Concerns divide He then shall with his Parliament agree And Lives and Fortunes shall their Language be Monmoth be Blest for all that he hath done While thy vile Heroes to their Pardon 's run FINIS