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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

Warriour's Aid That murmur'd at the Gift themselves had made That high in Trusts and Pensions from the State Thought their Rewards too small and His too great As Israel's Sov'reign warm'd 'em in his Breast And nurs'd the Vip'rous Tyrants of his Rest. Amongst the Chief was S r's haughty Mind A Sloven Inhospitable kind Prefer'd by Kings yet ne'er to Monarch true A murm'ring cunning miserable Iew Who in return to Royal Bounty sheds His venom'd Insolence on Royal Heads Opposing Courts that he by Courts may rise As he puts on the Patriot in Disguise Foreigners If to our Monarch there are Honours due Yet what with Gibeonites have we to do When Foreign States employ 'em for their Food To Draw their Water and to Hew their Wood. What Mushroom Honours does our Soil afford One day a Begger and the next a Lord. What dastard Souls do Jewish Nobles wear The Commons such Affronts could never bear Let no Historian the sad Story tell Of thy base Sons Oh servile Israel But thou my Muse more generous and brave Shall their black Crimes from dark Oblivion save To future Ages shall their Sins disclose And brand with infamy thy Nations Foes Reverse If Iudah's Sons are false and Gibeon's just Gibeon has right to share in Iudah's Trust And serv'd abroad whom she at home rever'd By Gods approv'd of and to Men endear'd Monarchs are Fountains whence all Honours flow And Fountains where they please their Streams bestow And if all Titles issue from the Throne Sure they may give since what they give 's their Own But Malice other kinds of Doctrine spreads And makes the Crown precarious on their Heads Forbid it Heaven such Notions have a place Amidst the Registers of Iewish Race Whose Pillory'd Printer blackens the designs And whose whip'd Author stains the very Lines Foreigners A Country lies due East from Judah's Shoar Where stormy Winds and noisy Billows roar A Land much differing from all other Soils Forc'd from the Sea and buttress'd up with Piles No marble Quarries bind the spungy Ground But Loads of Sand and Cockle-shells are found Its Natives void of Honesty and Grace A Boorish rude and an inhumane Race From Nature's Excrement their Life is drawn Are born in Bogs and nourish'd up from Spawn Their hard-smoak'd Beef is their continual Meat Which they with Rusk their luscious Manna eat Such Food with their chill stomach best agrees They sing Hosannah to a Mare's-milk Cheese To supplicate no God their lips will move VVho speaks in Thunder like Almighty Jove But watry Deities they do invoke VVho from the Marshes most Divinely croak Their Land as if asham'd their Crimes to see Dives down beneath the surface of the Sea Neptune the God who do's the Seas command Ne'er stands on Tip-toe to discry their Land But seated on the Billow of the Sea VVith Ease their humble Marshes do's survey These are the Vermin do our State molest Eclipse our Glory and disturb our Rest. Reverse A Sect of People seemingly precise Nor East nor West nor South distinctly lies All Points of Wind the Murm'ring Sinners share And Whine and Rail and Plot in ev'ry Air. No God they 'll suffer and no King obey But would the People by the People sway Cursing their Kings as if by Kings undone Yet wishing for Five hundred stead of One. With these a Senseless starving Scribler join'd Poor in his Purse and restless in his Mind Yet proud of Parts he knew not how to show Turn'd out of Place and despicably Low Whilst he to others Places laying Claim Lost what they had of Salary and of Shame St ns caress'd him and Plain-dealing O Fed him to Write his Anabaptist Notes A kind Assistance in a Lucky Time Which made him Preach as well as he could Rhime Such T n was an Evidential Scribe Fit for the Toil of one of O s his Tribe Who Lash'd like him like him could Snarl and Rail And shew his Malice 'cause he shew'd his Tail Oh may the Calves-head Rioters our Foes Still use his Rhimes his lamentable Prose That Faction may be quieted and ceas'd Prais'd by so curs'd a Poet and a Priest Foreigners BENTIR in the Inglorious Roll the first Bentir to this and future Ages curs'd Of mean Descent yet insolently Proud Shunn'd by the Great and hated by the Croud Who neither Blood nor Parentage can boast And what he got the Jewish Nation lost By lavish Grants whole Provinces he gains Made forfeit by the Jewish People's Pains Till angry Sanhedrims such Grants resume And from the Peacock take each borrow'd Plume Why should the Gibeonites our Land engross And aggrandize their Fortunes with our Loss Let them in foreign States proudly command They have no Portion in the Promis'd Land Which immemorably has been decreed To be the Birth-right of the Jewish Seed How ill do's Bentir in the Head appear Of Warriours who do Jewish Ensigns bear By such we 're grown e'en Scandalous in War Our Fathers Trophies wore and oft could tell How by their Swords the mighty Thousands fell What mighty Deeds our Grandfathers had done What Battles fought What Wreaths of Honour won Thro' the extended Orb they purchas'd Fame The Nations trembling at their Awful Name Reverse But how can Factious Tempers be subdu'd When Israel's Rabbi's think such Tempers good When her High-Priests sit insolent in State And grumble at the Pow'rs that made 'em great Though from Agrippa's Bounty they are rais'd To wear that Vest which they before disprais'd When ev'n Hallastir's Gratitude is shown In wishing for the Fall of Israel's Throne A Man well Skill'd in Moses Sacred Laws And too much learn'd for such senseless Cause Deserving Love for what he truly knows And Hate for the Example which he shows As His Heart laughs at what his Hands have took And loaths the Shepherd though he grasps the Crook Next Levi's Son a Napthalite appears Of goodly Words but thoughtless in his Fears Still dreading the Excess of Regal Pow'r False Discontented Arrogant and Sowr A Courtier once for Israel's Service fit Till Grants refus'd envenom'd all his Wit Made him oppose the finding Means and Ways And turn'd the Stream of Flatt'ry to Dispraise As he would have the Subjects Wrongs redress'd And lost the Golden Key which Lock'd his Breast Reverse Such wondrous Heroes our Forefathers were When we base Bouls but Pigmies are in War By Foreign Chieftains we approve in Skill VVe learn how to intrench not how to kill For all our Charge are good Proficients made In using both the Pick-ax and the Spade But in what Field have we a Conquest wrought In Ten Years VVar what Battle have we fought Reverse Distrusts like theirs our fretful Fathers seiz'd And urg'd a Rebel War to make 'em eas'd But Faith repos'd in Him our Wishes chose Made us subdue another sort of Foes Instead of Natives Philistines we slew And made the Iebusite adore the Iew When Boyn with Purple Torrents swell'd its Flood And Ahgrim swam

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