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The true-born Englishman a satyr.
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Defoe, Daniel, 1661?-1731.
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Mexico With all the Silver Mountains of Peru Wealth which would in wise hands the World undo Because he knew their Genius was such Too Lazy and too Haughty to be Rich. So proud a People so above their Fate That if reduc'd to beg they 'll beg in State Lavish of Money to be counted Brave And Proudly starve because they scorn to save Never was Nation in the World before So very Rich and yet so very Poor Lust chose the Torrid Zone of Italy Where Blood ferments in Rapes and Sodomy Where swelling Veins o'reflow with living Streams With Heat impregnate from Vesuvian Flames Whose flowing Sulphur forms Infernal Lakes And human Body of the Soil partakes There Nature ever burns with hot Desires Fann'd with Luxuriant Air from Subterranean Fires Here undisturb'd in Floods of scalding Lust Th' Infernal King reigns with Infernal Gust Drunk'ness the Darling Favourite of Hell Chose Germany to rule and rules so well No Subjects more obsequiously obey None please so well or are so pleas'd as they The cunning Artist manages so well He lets them Bow to Heav'n and Drink to Hell If but to Wine and him they Homage pay He cares not to what Deity they Pray What God they worship most or in what way Whether by Luther Calvin or by Rome They sail for Heav'n by Wine he steers them home Ungovern'd Passion settled first in France Where Mankind lives in haste and thrives by Chance A Dancing Nation Fickle and Untrue Have oft undone themselves and others too Prompt the Infernal Dictates to obey And in Hell's Favour none more great than they The Pagan World he blindly leads away And Personally rules with Arbitrary Sway The Mask thrown off Plain Devil his Title stands And what elsewhere he Tempts he there Commands There with full Gust th' Ambition of his Mind Governs as he of old in Heav'n design'd Worshipp'd as God his Painim Altars smoke Embru'd with Blood of those that him Invoke The rest by Deputies he rules as well And plants the distant Colonies of Hell By them his secret Power he maintains And binds the World in his Infernal Chains By Zeal the Irish and the Rush by Folly Fury the Dane The Swede by Melancholly By stupid Ignorance the Muscovite The Chinese by a Child of Hell call'd Wit Wealth makes the Persian too Effeminate And Poverty the Tartars Desperate The Turks and Moors by Mah'met he subdues And God has giv'n him leave to rule the Jews Rage rules the Portuguese and Fraud the Scotch Revenge the Pole and Avarice the Dutch Satyr be kind and draw a silent Veil Thy Native England's Vices to conceal Or if that Task 's impossible to do At least be just and show her Virtues too Too Great the first Alas the last too Few England unknown as yet unpeopled lay Happy had she remain'd so to this day And not to ev'ry Nation been a Prey Her Open Harbours and her Fertile Plains The Merchants Glory these and those the Swains To ev'ry Barbarous Nation have betray'd her Who conquer her as oft as they Invade her So Beauty guarded but by Innocence That ruins her which should be her Defence Ingratitude a Devil of Black Renown Possess'd her very early for his own An Ugly Surly Sullen Selfish Spirit Who Satan's worst Perfections does inherit Second to him in Malice and in Force All Devil without and all within him Worse He made her First-born Race to be so rude And suffer'd her to be so oft subdu'd By sev'ral Crowds of Wandring Thieves o're-run Often unpeopl'd and as oft undone While ev'ry Nation that her Pow'rs reduc'd Their Languages and Manners introduc'd From whose mixt Relicks our compounded Breed By Spurious Generation does succeed Making a Race uncertain and unev'n Deriv'd from all the Nations under Heav'n The Romans first with Iulius Caesar came Including all the Nations of that Name Gauls Greeks and Lombards and by Computation Auxiliaries or Slaves of ev'ry Nation With Hengist Saxons Danes with Sueno came In search of Plunder not in search of Fame Scots Picts and Irish from th' Hibernian Shore And Conqu'ring William brought the Normans o're All these their Barb'rous Offspring left behind The Dregs of Armies they of all Mankind Blended with Britains who before were here Of whom the Welsh ha' blest the Character From this Amphibious Ill-born Mob began That vain ill-natur'd thing an Englishman The Customs Sirnames Languages and Manners Of all these Nations are their own Explainers Whose Relicks are so lasting and so strong They ha' left a Shiboleth upon our Tongue By which with easy search you may distinguish Your Roman-Saxon-Danish-Norman English The great Invading * W m the Conq. Norman let us know What Conquerors in After-Times might do To ev'ry * Or Archer Musqueteer he brought to Town He gave the Lands which never were his own When first the English Crown he did obtain He did not send his Dutchmen home again No Reassumptions in his Reign were known D'avenant might there ha' let his Book alone No Parliament his Army cou'd disband He rais'd no Money for he paid in Land He gave his Legions their Eternal Station And made them all Freeholders of the Nation He canton'd out the Country to his Men. And ev'ry Soldier was a Denizen The Rascals thus enrich'd he call'd them Lords To please their Upstart Pride with new-made Words And Doomsday-Book his Tyranny records And here begins the Ancient Pedigree That so exalts our Poor Nobility 'T is that from some French Trooper they derive Who with the Norman Bastard did arrive The Trophies of the Families appear Some show the Sword the Bow and some the Spear Which their Great Ancestor forsooth did wear These in the Heralds Register remain Their Noble Mean Extraction to explain Yet who the Hero was no man can tell Whether a Drummer or a Colonel The silent Record blushes to reveal Their Undeseended Dark Original But grant the best How came the Change to pass A True-Born Englishman of Norman Race A Turkish Horse can show more History To prove his Well-descended Family Conquest as by the * Dr. Sherl De Facto Moderns 't is exprest May give a Title to the Lands possest But that the Longest Sword shou'd be so Civil To make a Frenchman English that 's the Devil These are the Heroes that despise the Dutch And rail at new-come Foreigners so much Forgetting that themselves are all deriv'd From the most Scoundrel Race that ever liv'd A horrid Medly of Thieves and Drones Who ransack'd Kingdoms and dispeopl'd Towns The Pict and Painted Britain Treach'rous Scot By Hunger Theft and Rapine hither brought Norwegian Pirates Buccaneering Danes Whose Red-hair'd Offspring ev'ry where remains Who join'd with Norman-French compound the Breed From whence your True-Born Englishmen proceed And lest by Length of Time it be pretended The Climate may this Modern Breed ha' mended Wise Providence to keep us where we are Mixes us daily with exceeding Care We have been Europe's Sink