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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35679	The reverse, or, The tables turn'd a poem written in answer, paragraph by paragraph, to a late scurrilous and malicious medly of rhimes called The foreigners.	Dennis, John, 1657-1734.; Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707. Foreigners.	1700 (1700)	Wing D1041; ESTC R27293	7,364	12

THE REVERSE OR THE Tables Turn'd A POEM Written in Answer Paragraph by Paragraph to a late Scurrilous and Malicious Medly of Rhimes called the Foreigners Non ita sunt dissimili Argumento sed tamen Dissimili Oratione sunt factae Stylo Ter. Andr. LONDON Printed and Sold by Iohn Nutt near Stationers Hall 1700. THE AUTHOR TO THE READER THE Person who gives being to the trouble I am now putting my self to is so well known for a Malecontent and his Writings of so little Repute that I should take no manner of notice of him had he not been appointed the Mouth of a Party which would level their own with Crown'd Heads and bring down those who have any seeming advantage over ' em But since he is not content to be uninterrupted at his Calves Head Feast to write against the Commissioners of the Victualing Office at the same time when he had starv'd without their Assistance to buz about Maladministration in those of the Admiralty when he could prove nothing like it but must needs arrogate to himself miserable Reflections on the best constituted Government in the World and strike at the Person of his Sovereign in those he has been pleased to Honour with his Favours I could not but think it my Duty to give him the Correction which was due to him though it falls short of what he deserves As for the Method I have taken the Reason which induc'd me to Print his wretched Rhimes Line for Line was because I would give some advantage to my Own which follow His Paragraph by Paragraph and would expose those ridiculous Reflections to a Second Perusal which have found too much favour at First I intend it not so much for an Answer as to put him in a more Methodical way when he shall write again and to shew him what a dull Animal of a Malignant he is I might indeed have Reflected upon his Incongruities pointed at the several escapes he has made from the confinement of Sence and examin'd his Expressions and lamentable turns of Thought But I forbore Particulars to make him a General Block-head and if I have done that I have gain'd my aim THE REVERSE OR THE Tables Turn'd Foreigners LONG time had Israel been disus'd from Rest Long had they been by Tyrants sore Opprest Kings of all sorts they ignorantly crav'd And grew more stupid as they were enslav'd Yet want of Grace they impiously disown'd And still like Slaves beneath the Burthen groan'd With Languid Eyes their Race of Kings they view The Bad too many and the Good too few Some Rob'd their Houses and Destroy'd their Lives Ravish'd their Daughters and Debauch'd their Wives Prophan'd the Altars with polluted Loves And Worship'd Idols in the Woods and Groves Reverse Israel had still if Israel had been true Enjoy'd sweet Rest and kept soft Peace in view Her Kings made awful and their Subjects fear'd And Those slept safe while These had wak'd and steer'd But Fears Distrusts and Jealousies arose And Impious Israelites were Israel's Foes As Faction at her Monarchs hiss'd aloud Shaking her Snaky Locks amidst the Croud Thence grew a Scene of undistinguish'd Crimes And nothing look'd like Guilt in guilty Times Whilst Murm'ring Fiends on Tyrants laid their ills And in their stead obey'd their Tyrant Wills Foreigners To Foreign Nations next they have Recourse Striving to mend they made their State much worse They first from Hebron all their Plagues did bring Cramm'd in the single Person of a King From whose Base Loyns Ten thousand Evils flow Which by Succession they must undergo Yet Sense of native Freedom still remains They fret and grumble underneath their Chains Incens'd enrag'd their Passion does arise Till at his Palace-Gate their Monarch dies This Glorious Feat was by the Father 's done Whose Children next Depos'd his Tyrant Son Made Him like Cain a Murd'rous Wanderer Both of His Crimes and of His Fortunes share Reverse Her Queen deceas'd and Virgin Sov'reign dead Without the Pledges of the Nuptial Bed A Neighb'ring Land the vacant Throne supply'd And lent with Tears what she 'd have kept with Pride Bless'd Israel with a Monarch Wise and Good Made her's by Choice by Providence and Blood But Wealth nor Peace could Consecrate his Reign Her Childrens Blessing was her Childrens Pain Who in requital to the Race h' had run Return'd his Goodness with a Martyr'd Son Curs'd be the Pen that dares such Worth defame And give that Murd'rous Fact a Glorious Name Which deaf to Pity scatters it's Applause On what must Damn the Praiser with the Cause Foreigners But still resolv'd to split on Foreign Shelves Rather than venture once to trust themselves To Foreign Courts and Councils do resort To find a King their Freedom to support Of one for mighty Actions fam'd they 'r told Profoundly Wise and desperately Bold Skillful in War successful still in Fight Had vanquish'd Hosts and Armies put to Flight And when the Storms of War and Battels cease Knew well to steer the Ship of State in Peace Him they approve approaching to their Sight Lov'd by the Gods of Mankind the Delight The num'rous Tribes resort to see him Land Cover the Beach and blacken all the Strand With loud Huzza's they wellcome him on Shore And for their Blessing do the Gods implore The Sanhedrim conven'd at length debate The sad Condition of their drooping State And sinking Church just ready now to drown And with one Shout they do the Hero Crown Reverse The Father Martyr'd and the Son Mislead By Counsels of a Land to which he fled As taught to Govern he forgot to Rule And held the Reins not Temperate or Cool What Method should misguided Israel chuse To trust Herself was ev'n Herself to lose Slow to correct though eager to complain She could not regulate a faulty Reign When on Her injur'd side a Hero stood Foreign in Birth but Native in his Blood And dar'd the Dangers of the Winds and Seas Vent'ring his Own to purchase Israel's Ease And just was Israel's Joy to see him Land And view Deliv'rance dawning from his Hand Just was the Gift she gave him in return For Death despis'd and Hardships nobly Born For Wealth deserted and for Succours brought Swift as Our Hopes and daring as His Thought While the good Prince with Pious Sorrow griev'd And mourn'd His Fate whose Kingdoms He reliev'd Foreigners Ah happy Israel had there never come Into his Councils crafty Knaves at Home In Combination with a Foreign Brood Sworn Foes to Israel's Rights and Israel's Good Who impiously foment intestine Iars Exhaust our Treasure and prolong our Wars Make Israel's People to themselves a Prey Mislead their King and steal His Heart away United Int'rests thus they do divide The State declines by Avarice and Pride Like Beasts of Prey they Ravage all the Land Acquire Preferments and Usurp Command The Foreign Inmates the House-keepers spoil And drain the moisture of our fruitful Soil Reverse Yet there were some who shar'd the

like Golgotha in Blood Foreigners If we a Foreign Slave may use in VVar Yet why in Council should that Slave appear If we with Jewish Treasure make him great Must it be done to undermine the State VVhere are the Antient Sages of Renown No Magi left fit to advise the Crown Must we by Foreign Council be undone Unhappy Israel who such Measures takes And seeks for Statesmen in the Bogs and Lakes VVho speak the Language of most abject Slaves Under the Conduct of our Iewish Knaves Our Hebrew 's Murder'd in their hoarser Throats How ill their Tongues agree with Jewish Notes Their untun'd Prattle do's our Sense confound VVhich in our Princely Palaces do's sound The self-same Language the old Serpent spoke VVhen misbelieving Eve the Apple took Of our first Mother why are we asham'd VVhen by the self-same Rhetorick we are damn'd Reverse Yet those who Sav'd and Counsel'd us in War Must not in Peace at Council Board appear But in return for Conquest take Disgrace And Naturaliz'd not have a Natives Place Oh! Israel let it not in Gath be known Nor let thy Gratitude reach Askalon Publish it not least Heathens know thy shame And Philistin's deride thy Sacred Name Bentir has for thy Rights and Houours stood And made an Israelite sought Israels good Dispell'd the Tempests gathering from a far And next Agrippa hush'd the Din of War Yet for the Language is the Man dispis'd Whilst he that has no Thoughts is ador'd and priz'd Beast as thou art impertinent in wrong Thou need'st no Eve to Damn thee but thy Tongue Thy canker'd Malice and thy fester'd Thoughts Can turn the purest Vertues into Faults Whose rising Honours and whose towring Fame Soar high in Merit as thou sink'st in Shame Foreigners But Bentir not content with such Command To canton out the Jewish Nation 's Land He does extend to other Coasts his Pride And other Kingdoms into Parts Divide Unhappy Hiram dismal is thy Song Though born to Empire thou are ever Young Ever in Nonage canst no right transfer But who made Bentir thy Executor What mighty Power do's Israel's Land afford What Power has made the famous Bentir Lord The Peoples Voice and Sanhedrim's Accord Are not the Rights of People still the same Did they e're differ in or Place or Name Have not Mankind on equal Terms still stood Without Distinction since the mighty Flood And have not Hiram's Subjects a free Choice To chuse a King by their united Voice If Israel's People could a Monarch chuse A living King at the same time refuse That Hiram's People shall it e'er be said Have not the Right of Choice when he is Dead When no Successor to the Crown 's in fight The Crown is certainly the Peoples Right Reverse But Envy 's not contented to Prophane Agrippa's Friend but dares his Master's Reign Under the Subject it reviles the Prince And calls the truest Service an Offence Would Heav'n that Hiram's Sickness would abate And he himself leave Heirs to Sidons State That Peace restor'd might have no other Face And War be known no more to Mortal Race But since our hopes are in appearance lost And Fate has Israel's Vows and Sidon's crost Since the good Prince nor Herbs nor Art can save And he must Childless yield to Nature's Grave What nobler Act could humane Mind perform Than to prevent and hush the growing Storm Which from two fierce Pretenders else would rise With Arms in hand disputing for the Prize As each had equal share in Sidon's Reign And each had Sidon's Blood in ev'ry Vein What has he got or what his Wisdom wrought But only Peace and Peace was all he sought Egypt and Syria both as Brethren share Could Syria think her Lot divided fair And since they 'r both Successors to the Throne Give Egypt what 's her Part and like her own Foreigners If Kings are made the People to Enthral We had much better have no King at all But Kings appointed for the Common Good Always as Guardians to the People stood And Heaven allows the People sure a Pow'r To chuse such Kings as shall not them Devour They know full well what best will serve themselves How to avoid the dangerous Rocks and Shelves Reverse If Kings are made the Product of our Choice And owe their Grandeur to the Peoples Voice Whence is their Right Divine and whence is giv'n A Sacred Pow'r unless their Voice is Heav'n God first appointed Kings and God ordain'd That should be fix'd which He alone sustain'd Well knowing from his Providential Mind That Israel could not chuse since she was Blind Foreigners Unthinking Israel ah henceforth beware How you entrust this Faithless Wanderer He who another Kingdom can divide May set your Constitution soon aside And o'er your Liberties in Triumph ride Support your Rightful Monarch and his Crown But pull this Proud this Croaking Mortal down Reverse Let her indeed beware and truly dread The Mischiefs which are falling on her Head Whilst she permits Audacious Slaves to dare That Providence that made Her Kings its Care And lets a Servile Wretch for Servile Ends Traduce Her Monarch and Defame his Friends Foreigners Proceed my Muse the Story next relate Of Keppech the imperious Chit of State Mounted to Grandeur by the usual Course Of Whoring Pimping or a Crime that 's worse Of Foreign Birth and undescended too Yet he like Bentir mighty Feats can do He robs our Treasure to augment his State And Jewish Nobles on his Fortunes wait Our ravish'd Honours on his Shoulder wears The Titles from our Antient Rolls he tears Reverse Amongst 'em shines a Youth a goodly Port Keppech the glorious Pride of Israel's Court By Nature form'd for Grandeur and design'd For Honours the Rewards of such a Mind Noble his Birth though Foreign is his Blood For other Lands can shew a Noble Flood His Temper Courteous though his Station Great As ev'ry Word flows affable and sweet And since Agrippa's plac'd him near his Heart It needs must be th' effect of true Desert Foreigners Was e'er a prudent People thus befool'd By Upstart Foreigners thus basely gull'd Ye Jewish Nobles boast no more your Race Or Sacred Badges did your Father's Grace In vain is Blood or Parentages when Ribbons and Garters can ennoble Men. To Chivalry you need have no recourse The gawdy Trappings makes the Ass a Horse No more no more your antient Honours own By slavish Gibeonites you are outdone Or else your antient Courage reassume And to assert your Honours once presume From off their Heads your ravish'd Lawrels tear And let them know what Jewish Nobles are Reverse And thou Great Prince from whose Auspicious Reign We Triumph o'et the Land and Rule the Main From whose Example we should Discords cease And learn to live in what thou gav'st us Peace Instead of these wom Common-wealth Debates Would render Enemies to Israel's States Part with thy treach'rous JOCKNEY from thy side Nor let thy Bounty more support his Pride Let HEBRON'S PRIEST from thy Embraces torn Preach Anarchy where Anarchy was born Whilst from thy Righteous Throne we take our Laws And fear the Sovereign as we love the Cause As we the Blessings of thy Scepter share And truly know what Iewish Monarchs are FINIS