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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

it appears from the first to the last To be a Revenge and as Malice forecast Upon the King's Birth-day to set up a thing That shews him a Monkey more like than a King When each one that passes finds fault with the Horse Yet all do assure that the King is much worse And some by its likeness Sir Robert suspect That he did for the King his own Statue erect To see him so disguis'd the Herb-women chide Who upon their Panniers more decently ride So loose are his Feet that all Men agree Sir William Peak sits much faster than he But a Market as some say doth fit the King well Who oft Parliaments buys and Revenues doth sell And others to make the similitude hold Say his Majesty himself is oft bought and sold. Sure this Statue is more dangerous far Than all the Dutch Pictures that caused the War And what the Exchequer for that took on trust May henceforth be confiscate for Reasons most just But Sir Robert to take the Scandal away Does the fault upon the Artificer lay And alleges the thing is none of his own For he counterfeits only in Gold not in Stone But Sir Robert of the Vine how cam't in your thought That when to the scaffold your Liege you had brought With Canvas and Deals you e'er since do him cloud As if you had meant it his Coffin and Shrowd Hath Blood him away as his Crown he convey'd Or is he to Clayton gone in masquerade Or is he now in his Cabal closely set Or have you to the Compter remov'd him for debt Methinks by the equipage of this vile Scene To change him into a Iack-pudding you mean Or else thus expose him to popular flour As tho we 'd as good have a King of a Clout Or do you his Errors out of Modesty veil With three shatter'd Planks and the rags of a Sail To expose how his Navy was shatter'd and torn The same day that he was restored and born If the Judges and Parliament dont him inrich You will scarcely afford him a Rag to his Breech Sir Robert affirms they do him much Wrong 'T is the Graver at work to reform him so long But alas he will never arrive at his End For 't is such a King no Chisel can mend But with all his faults pray give us our King As ever you hope for December or Spring For tho the whole World cannot shew such another We had better have him than his bigotted Brother SATYR By the Lord Ro r. MUst I with patience ever silent sit Perplext with Fools who will believe they 've wit Must I find every place by Coxcombs seiz'd Hear their affected Nonsense and seem pleas'd Must I meet Hen. m where e'er I go Arp Arran Villain F nay Poultney too Shall He t pertly crawl from place to place And scabby Vill s for a Beauty pass Shall H and B n Politicians prove And S presume to be in Love Who can abstain from Satyr in this age What Nature wants I find supply'd by Rage Some do for Pimping some for Treach'ry rise But none 's made great for being Good or Wise. Deserve a Dungeon if you would be great Rogues always are our Ministers of State Mean prostrate Bitches for a Bridewel fit With England's wretched Queen must equal sit Ran g and fearful M are preferr'd Vertue 's commended but ne'er meets Reward who 'd be a Monarch to endure the prating Of N l and sawcy Ogle p in waiting Who would S s drivling Cuckold be Who would be G and bear his Infamy What wretch would be Green's ill begotten Son VVho would be Iames out-witted and undone VVho would be S a cringing Knave Like Hallifax wise like Bearish Pembroke brave VVhat Drudge would be in Dryden's cudgell'd skin Or who 'd be safe and senseless like Tom. T A SATYR By the same Hand Nobilitas sola atque unica Virtus est NOT Rome in all her Splendor could compare VVith those great Blessings happy Britain's share Vainly they boast their Kings of heavenly Race A G incarnate England's Throne does grace Chaste in his Pleasures in Devotion grave To his Friends constant to his Foes he 's brave His Justice is through all the world admir'd His VVord held sacred and his Sceptre fear'd No Tumults do about his Palace move Freed from Rebellion by his People's Love Nor do we less in Counsels wise prevail As all our late Transactions plainly tell Not only Prorogations good create But th' adjourn'd Play-house is a Corps d' Estate So Learned Chymists when they long have try'd For Secrets thrifty Nature fain would hide In basest Matters often Spirits find VVhich Providence for greater Use design'd But who can wonder at such vast Success Our Cato S ne'er promis'd less Abroad in Embassies he first was fam'd Where he so strictly England's Rights maintain'd At home an humble Creature to her Grace And Mrs. W preferr'd him to the place Then for Commanders both by Sea and Land Heaven has bestow'd them with a liberal hand Y k who thrice chang'd his Ships through warlike Rage And M who 's the Scipio of the age The first long Admiral but more renown'd For P x and Popery than publick Wound This is the Man whose Vice each Satyr feeds And for whom no one Vertue intercedes Destin'd for England's plague from infant time Curst with a Person f than all Crime But mightier Knights than these do still remain Plimouth who lately shew'd upon the Plain And did by Hewit's Fall immortal Honour gain So Mouse and Frog came gravely to the field Both fear'd to fight and yet both scorn'd to yield Their famous Billets Deux and Duel prove Them both as fit for Combat as for Love Amongst all these 't were not amiss to name P ney to whom St. Omers siege gave fame Nor do Wits less our polisht Court adorn Than Men of Prowess for Atchievments born Romantick M t who in empty lines His happier Rival tediously defines They well knew how to value painted Toys And left the Tartar to be catch'd by Boys But his chief Talent is in Histories Which of himself he tells and always lies Daincourt would fain be thought both VVit and Bully But Punk-rid R not a greater Cully Nor tawdry Isham intimately known To all poxt VVhores and famous Rooks in town No Ladies my respectful Muse will name She thinks it Blasphemy to touch their Fame Safe may they live who faithful are and kind But may lewd Scourers no Redemption find May young and old incessantly give thanks For that blest Nursery of Intrigue Mil-banks May Leister fields repair their Matrons fall But still subscribe in Feasts of Love to th' Mall And Mrs. Strafford yield to B Hall A SATYR Barbara Pyramidum sileat miracula Memphis OF all the VVonders since the VVorld began Since Man's Creation and the Fall of Man There 's none so unaccountable to me As the most common things we daily see VVhich way soe'er I look methinks I

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

Preaching's best if understood or no. Words I confess bound by and trip so light We have not time to take a steady sight Yet fleeting thus are plainer than when Writ To long Examination they submit Hard things Mr. Smith if these two lines don't recompence your stay ne're trust Iohn Bays again Hard things at the first Blush are clear and full God mends on second thoughts but Man grows dull I'gad I judge of all Men by my self 't is so with me I never strove to be very exact in any thing but I spoil'd it Smith But allowing your Character to be true is it not a little too severe Bayes 'T is no matter for that these general Reflections are daring and savour most of a noble Genius that spares neither Friend nor Foe Iohns Are you never afraid of a drubbing for that daring of your noble Genius Bayes Afraid Why Lord you make so much of a beating I'gad 't is no more to me than a Flea-biting No no if I can but be witty upon 'em let 'em e'en lay on i'faith I 'll ne'er baulk my fancy to save my Carkass Well but we must dispatch Mr. Smith Thus did they merrily carouse all day And like the gaudy fly their Wings display And sip the sweets and bask in great Apollo's ray Well there 's an end of the Entertainment and Mr. Smith if your affairs would have permitted you would have heard the best Bill of Fare that ever was serv'd up in Heroicks but here follows a dispute shall recommend it self I 'll say nothing for it For Dapple who you must know was a Protestant all this while trusts her own Judgment and foolishly dislikes the Wine upon which our Innocent does so run her down that she has not one word to say for her self but what I put in her Mouth and I'gad you may imagine they won't be very good ones for she has disoblig'd me like an Ingrate Sirrah says Brindle Thou hast brought us Wine Sour to my tast and to my Eyes unfine Says Will All Gentlemen like it Ah! says White What is approv'd by them must needs be right 'T is true I thought it bad but if the House Commend it I submit a private Mouse Mind that mind the Decorum and Deference which our Mouse pays to the Company Nor to their Catholick consent oppose My erring Judgment and reforming Nose Ah! ah there she has nickt her that 's up to the Hilts I'gad and you shall see Dapple resents it Why what a Devil shan't I trust my Eyes Must I drink Stum because the Rascal lyes And Palms upon us Catholick consent To give sophisticated Brewings vent Says White What ancient Evidence can sway If you must Argue thus and not obey Drawers must be trusted through whose hands convey'd You take the Liquor or you spoil the Trade For sure those Honest Fellows have no knack Of putting off stum'd Claret for Pontack How long alas would the poor Vintner last If all that drink must judge and every Guest Be allow'd to have an understanding Taste Thus she Nor could the Panther well inlarge With weak defence against so strong a Charge There I call her a Panther because she 's spotted which is such a blot to the Reformation as I warrant 'em they will never claw off I'gad But with a weary Yawn that shew'd her pride Said Spotless was a Villain and she ly'd White saw her canker'd Malice at that word And said her Prayers and drew her Delphick Sword T'other cry'd Murther and her Rage restrain'd And thus her passive Character maintain'd But now alas Mr. Iohnson pray mind me this Mr. Smith I 'll ask you to stay no longer for this that follows is so engaging hear me but two Lines I'gad and go away afterwards if you can But now alas I grieve I grieve to tell What sad mischance these pretty things befel These Birds of Beasts There 's a tender Expression Birds of Beasts 't is the greatest Affront that you can put upon any Bird to call it Beast of a Bird and a Beast is so fond of being call'd a Bird as you can't imagine These Birds of Beasts these learned Reas'ning Mice Were separated banish'd in a trice Who would be learned for their sakes who wise Ay who indeed There 's a Pathos I'gad Gentlemen if that won't move you nothing will I can assure you But here 's the sad thing I was afraid of The Constable alarmed by this noise Enter'd the Room directed by the Voice And speaking to the Watch with head aside Said Desperate Cures must be to desperate Ills appli'd These Gentlemen for so their Fate decrees Can ne're enjoy at once the But and Peace When each have separate Interests of their own Two Mice are one too many for a Town By Schism they are torn and therefore Brother Look you to one and I 'll secure the t'other Now whether Dapple did to Bridewell go Or in the Stocks all Night her Fingers blow Or in the Compter lay concerns not us to know But the immortal Matron spotless White Forgetting Dapple's Rudeness Malice Spight Look'd kindly back and wept and said Good Night Ten thousand Watchmen waited on this Mouse With Bills and Halberds to her Country-House This last Contrivance I had from a judicious Author that makes Ten thousand Angels wait upon his Hind and she asleep too I'gad Iohns Come let 's see what we have to pay Bayes What a Pox are you in such haste You han't told me how you like it Iohns Oh extreamly well Here Drawer State Poems Continued The Man of HONOUR Written by the Honourable Mr. Montague Occasioned by a Postscript of Pen's Letter NOT all the Threats or Favours of a Crown A Prince's Whisper or a Tyrant's Frown Can awe the Spirit or allure the Mind Of him who to strict Honour is inclin'd Though all the Pomp and Pleasure that does wait On publick Places and Affairs of State Shou'd fondly court him to be base and great With even Passions and with setled Face He wou'd remove the Harlots false Embrace Tho' all the Storms and Tempests should arise That Church-Magicians in their Cells devise And from their setled Basis Nations tear He wou'd unmov'd the mighty Ruin bear Secure in Innocence contemn 'em all And decently array'd in Honours fall For this brave Shrewsbury and Lumly's Name Shall stand the foremost in the List of Fame Who first with steddy Minds the Current broke And to the suppliant Monarch boldly spoke Great Sir renown'd for Constancy how just Have we obey'd the Crown and serv'd our Trust Espous'd your Cause and Interest in distress Your self must witness and our Foes confess Permit us then ill Fortune to accuse That you at last unhappy Councils use And ask the only thing we must refuse Our Lives and Fortunes freely we 'll expose Honour alone we cannot must not lose Honour that Spark of the Coelestial Fire That above Nature makes Mankind aspire Ennobles