A new discovery of an old intreague a satyr level'd at treachery and ambition, calculated to the nativity of the rapparee plott, and the modesty of the Jacobite clergy ...

THE INTRODUCTION . IN ancient Times when men of Worth were known , Not by their Fathers Actions but their own , When Honours sacred Pile could be come at , But by the Steps to Virtue Dedicate ; No purchas'd Fame our Panegyricks sung , Nor were our widdowed Harps on Willows hung . Renown by Down-right hazard was attain'd , And Deeds of Honour onely Honour gain'd . Expence of Blood the Noble Theam began , And he alone who sav'd a Roman call'd a Man . No gawdy Heir which purchas'd Honour sate Insulting o're the Legal Magistrate ; Nor Glittering Knighthood strutting with Renown , That from the Fathers well stuft Chest begun , By purchased Mandamus made his Own : But well Fought Victories did Fame advance , The Old try'd English way of Fighting France . And certain Valour certain Glory won , The honest Bait to Emulation . No tatter'd Hero in his Shoulder-Belt , In Age and Poverty his Bruises felt : By conquering Fortune still acknowledg'd Brave , Yet go Heroick Beggars to the Grave , No mangl'd Cavalier at Seventy Four , With Fifteen Wounds obtain'd at Marston-Moor , His Scars Expos'd to the Unthankfull Court , The Fathers Champion , and the Childrens sport ; Whose stranger Politicks New Systems had , And crusht the Carkase to Exalt the Head ; And so the Basis of Deceit began , The King put on by putting off the Man . And that the Royal Stratagem might take , Heroick Paths of Luxury they make : New Wayes of Happiness and Life Define , And sacrifice to their almighty Wine ; No Idol Pagod more Enchantments knew , Than this did first contrive , and that pursue : Nor do the Ages since Records were known , Such Standards of Refin'd Delusion own : In close resolved Tyrannies pursuing , By different Means That one great End , our Ruine . While Crouds of Thoughtless Mob with Changeling Praise , To their great God the King did sacrifice : Nor Hor-brain'd Zeal to Fiery Moloch paid Inhumane Offerings of the sacred Seed , ( While hapless Mothers their own Breasts deny , To Bribe the God with their own Progeny ) With greater Gust than our Addressors sold Their Liberty for Lust , for Flattery their Free-hold ; With eager Violence their Charters gave , Bartring the shadow Freedom , for the substance Slave . And thus the new erected Fabrick throve , And Freedom long with dying Pangs had strove , Till Fate disclos'd its Restoration nigh , The Mighty Sound dispirits Tyranny , So darkest Clouds the Morning Brightness flye . But still the haughty Faction's discontent , And struggle with the Chains of Government ; Restraint from Ill is Freedom to the Wise , And he that parts with that will Tyrannize . Kings but by Agents act Illegal Power ; No Jalour like a licens'd Prisoner . Who first his Freedom sells , receives in Pay Licence to tyrannize some other way . He paid for this who first Indulg'd their Heat , Whose Guile by pious Fraud they first defeat ; Men work for others , but for Themselves they cheat . For when they found Their darling lust Ambition he restrain'd , That Nero would be Nero by Himself , That He Engross'd the Power and eke the Pelf ; That all their Recompences were Delays , Or such as Tyrants , always Traytors Pays ; Then their Engag'd assistance they withdrew , And with their Lives New Fortunes they pursue . So Greedy Traytors when their Hopes decline , Do then their Benefactors undermine ; So Wolves when barren Wastes afford no Prey , Will one another brutishly destroy .

A SATYR , &c. OF Modern Fame which hourly Pacquets bring , And actions born of Yesterday , I sing : No Errant Knights , but Errant Knaves I quote , With Presidents enough , and none remote . No Forreign Lists our Catalogue supplies , Some of our Own the French have took as Prize ; We scorn Reprisals , Knaves of Forreign growth Are Contraband : Besides , the Prohibition barrs the Trade , And none but Knaves of English Stamp are made ; And Faith the stock is so improv'd for sale , The Manufacture is not like to fail . No Parallels from Hebrew times I take , And leave the Jingling Simily to speak ; Who faithful Balm to Englands Wounds applyes , The Danger shows before the Remedies : Some Harmony with Hebrew Times may be , In some things differ , and in some agree . The chiming Parallel runs counter more , On all the different steps than is agreed before . The sacred Tribes with Heaven it self conven'd , And thundring sounds the dreadfull Law rehears'd ; Immediate Dictates their Records began , Carryed by Voice , and constant Vision on ; Humane Debates obey'd the heavenly Mode , And all their Statutes were the Laws of God ; Long Names and Pedigrees did only tell , The Hero was the seed of Israel : For different Tribes no different Honour gave , But onely Mark't the Hebrew from the slave ; By Jus Divinum of the Heavenly Call , The son of Jesse , not the son of Said , The Regal Dignity at Hebron took , And all the Tribes the Royal Line forsook . The sacred Oyl was now as loud a Call , As when their Teams were threaten'd by King Saul : No Levite durst in canting phrase dissent , Nor levy Warr with dint of Argument : Nor did with David any Priest abide , Whose Dormant Faith attended for the strong'st side : Even Samuel a due Obedience paid Unto the Monarch he himself had made ; Proportion'd Grandure for himself declin'd , To his proper work the Ark , and Sacrifice confin'd : No Titles rais'd , nor Haughty Pallace fram'd , But still was poor , and still was Samuel nam'd ; The Altar serv'd , a linnen Ephod wore , Was still as Meek , and Humble , as before ; Retyr'd from Court , in reverend Vests array'd , To Israel's God , for Israels King he pray'd : Ah had the sacred Tribe his steps pursued , What Years ' of peace to Israel had ensued ? How had our Flourishing Isle glad Hours enjoy'd , For calmer Joys , and Nobler actions made ? While their dark Councils now Embroyl the State , Our Feuds encrease , and Vengeance antedate ; And their unpractis'd Hands exempt from Warr , Do all the profits of Confusion share . Fatal their skill , too undiscern'd the Fraud , While passive Zealots their Harangues applaud ; Their Dictates swallow , and at Jehu's Rate , Swiftly drive on with these black Guards of State ; A nameless Hydra Crow'd with Janus Face , That whisper Civil Fewds , and cry for peace . Domestick Heroes , whose Dragooning Hands Seek out no Forreign Wars , while they can plunder Friends . Inspire me Jove , with thunder arm my Pen , To lash the Manners , and describe the Men. How their lov'd Tyrant they at first ador'd , And hugg'd the Romish Fopperies he restor'd ; How their reciprocal Contrivance met , And Mighty Injury upheld the State : How the loud Echoing Theatre the Church , Burlesque their God , and sacred Theams debauch , Loud thanks return for th' Monster they had made ; A Protestant Body with a Popish Head : With humble prayers that Christ would now permit That Antichrist should take his sacred Seat ; The Body govern , and the Members keep , So Wolves protected the Unarmed Sheep . Their loud Addresses sanctifie the Fraud , And his Almighty Violence applaud : Prompt him to Mischiefs with upraised Note , As Right , and Wrong , had been their own by Vote . Vow'd that if ever he his Fate should try , With Life and Fortune they would all stand by , So afterwards they did at Salisbury : Nor Murmur'd they untill Dispensing Art , Their well-belov'd Ambition had cut short : But Early * * The Carlisle Address . Thanks for standing Armies gave , And shouted home the glorious Charter Slave : With Mushrome Joy themselves Themselves deceiv'd , And thank their God for what they ne're † † Pr. of Wales . Believ'd . Triumphant Flames in Hypocritick Scorn , A second time do London's * * Fire-works . Trophies Burn , While Injur'd Heaven does Flash for Flash return . Yet these the same who when his Fame decreas't , And all his borrow'd Gloryes Overcast ; Are found Caballing , and in short Debate , Quitting his Fortunes to avoid his Fate . Nassovian Justice Tyranny supprest , The wearied Land for some few dayes had rest ; Ah few they were indeed , but very few , Till Discontent our former Feuds renew ; And did King Jesus Reign they 'd murmur too . Some smaller aids to our new Joys they lent , And feign'd to smile when they could not prevent But bauk'd of Lawless power as once to Reign , At their own aukward Jest they first repine ; At Government with passive Fury rail , And their forsaken Idol now bewail : His hopefull Voyage to Irish Boggs they sing , And his Almighty thousands hither bring : From Month to Month his Numerous Hosts they show , How oft has England been Invaded so ! Of his great Deeds they threatn'd , and of their own , And talk'd of Fights , but always talk'd at Home . So Great D — s the Royal Fortress mann'd , How oft he swore , how oft the Prince he Damn'd : With many a Battering Curse , and many a Gun ; Still as he run he curst , and as he curst he run . His willing Bands with wondrous Courage broke , Nor fought he for his Monarchs Cause a stroke ; But fled e're yet the distant Troops appear , Ah! had his Guilt been less , so had his Fear . And now for Twins in craft observe the Men , Who early for the Princes Cause began : The Posse rais'd , and with united bands , In Fraud , and in Ambition too shook hands ; For Hostages their Noble Pledges gave , There needs no arts to keep him true that 's Brave ; Once with our Hate successfully they strove , Screen'd by their Vices , and their Masters Love ; Bloted by Pride , as they had oft been told , By their own Brass , and by the Kingdoms Gold : Their early Dictates of Tyrannick Sway , When we the King , the King did them Obey , They still maintain , nor can they soon forget , To crush the Subject , and Embroyle the State ; New fears of unborn Factions do infuse , And thread-bare cryes of Forty One renews . Accustom'd to be Jealous even of Light , When formidable Nothings did affright ; Vouch that the Votes that William's Scepter gave , Made him a King , a Commonwealth to have . That those are fittest to direct his Rule , Who meant him that unthinking thing a Tool ; Unfettered at his hazard , not their own , Would pay the Switzer off , and Reign alone : And now in closest Councils they preside , With Friend , and Foe , an equal spoil divide : With double aspect , seek their single Ends , Aiding King William with King James his Friends ; To neither true , but hold the Poise at home , That both may humble Clients be to great King T — . And now the Church that sacred Vizor's on , And Rome begins to pull down Babylon : Dragooning's ceas'd , and Passive Laws declare , They wait to see the Issue of the War . Too well the subtil Statesman knew the Tribe , To tamper till he found the Soveraign Bribe , Too well he knew they could not long withstand A trifling Oath . De Facto now at one Distinction gain'd The Militant thousands of the Sacred Train , Who long with starving hopes withstood in vain . Four Golden Candlesticks compose the Van , With all their Persecution glories on . The same that in the fiery Furnace trod , For Sons o' th' Church are all the Sons of God . A fifth nor Clergy , nor the Laity own , Was Souldier , Bishop , Lord , and Puritan . Blew Cloak , or Cassock , Troop , or Convocation , And thus he tryes his skill upon the Nation . In Grand Procession thus he views the Lists , His Squadron full four hundred booted Priests ; The black Brigade thus for their Church appear'd , And horrid cryes for Abdy , Harvy , rear'd : With Notions scar'd , and their own Guilt subdued , So once before they fled when none pursued ; But when the terror of the Church begun , And Citts in Troops of Blew-Coat-Whiggs came on ; The Martial Zealot in his Cope uprears , To the Royal Petticoats his Christian Prayers : And for Disbanding Grace made his Orisons , Which like his Graces Repartees were wise Ones . One purchas'd Priest , whose pay did not miscarry , A very Priest , for very Mercenary ; Conscious of his too tottering Faith , and knew That if he took but one , should perjure two ; In Conscience said hee 'd never break them both , And swore , by God , he would not take the Oath . But now the gawdy Nicety's in vain , De Facto Swearers with De Jure joyn . Sworn and unsworn , one common Cause promote , And private Fewds for publick good forgot ; While Doctor Sherlock now the Church harangu'd , With that same Topick Cook had try'd and hang'd . The Honest Levites who are poor and few , As they may well be poor who dare be true ; With words they wheedle some , with Gold as many , For Priests were always to be bought for mony . Room for a Regiment of Bigott Citts , Who lately lost , and lately found their Wits ; By wondrous Fate with * * I don't ●…an the Lieutenancy . forfeit Favours grac'd , By Mighty T — m's Almighty Magick plac'd : View them in Arms when our invaded Coast , Some glittering hopes propos'd that all was lost ; How their advanc'd Battalion's did appear , To fight the Men appointed to come here . Sir W—m that in Martial Robes did shine , And Reason good indeed , began the Line ; With many a Rank of Tory Buff and Feather , That 's now Restor'd , and gone the Lord knows whither ; To keep the Peace Precedency's did grant , And here , ( if not at home ) he 's Commandant ; Tho might he choose Commands , 't would be agen Ten thousand Guinea's , not ten thousand Men : Ah! Tom Papillion , 't was a slippery trick , To bilk the Mayor , and then to Holland sneak : See now the Martial Magistrate from far , With all his dreadful Equipage of War ; Three equal Halves compose his stately Meen , Half Lord , half Souldier , half a Gentleman . And three as equal Dividends make out , The gawdy styles of his Pedantick Rout. True City Champions , tumults to appease , And wish't for Conventicling Trophies raise : As Taylors , Porters , Prentices , become Half drunk , half sober , and a half run home . Sir P — r next had Primitive command , Compleatly fix't , had but his Boots come on , A Campaign Phys , and as it came to pass , As much a Souldier , and as much an Ass : In different styles his numerous Titles ran , Was Hangman , Collonel , and Chamberlain ; Synonimous to that Miraculous store , Was very Rich , and also very Poor . In later times he learnt to Domineer , And now most accurately swaggers here : His Favourites now his dear bought Trophies sing , And he sues for speaking Treason like a King : Enrich't with lusty Verdict from the * * Suing Bellamy for words , & had two Marks Dammages . Assize , Who at two Marks his over-valued Honour prize . A third , and fourth , to fill the Cavalcade , With match't Battallions meet on the Parade ; For equal Falshood , equal Fate befell , This dub'd a Knight , and that a Collonel . A fifth and sixth , with many a subaltern , Went out with Fools , and just as wise return . But his Condition justly we condole , For pity is a Tribute to a Fool ; Who first dismounted in the hot dispute , Went out on Horseback , and came home on Foot ; The unhappy shot distinguish't to a Jest , Pick't out the Animal , and spar'd the Beast : Tho' some affirm the truth did not appear , Till he had first be — t himself for Fear ; Nor with the fright did his Misfortune end , But first his brother Beast condol'd , and next his Friend : So once the Woodman to the Man of God , When the lost Ax sunk in the Neighbouring Flood , Alas 't was borrowed . And thus the Knights with City Discipline , Martch't to High Park indeed to see the Queen . So once the French with Forty thousand Men , Went up the Hill , and so came down agen : So once King James his Squadrons did delude-a , By storming Hounslow Heath instead of Buda : Had you the Baggage of the Host but view'd , Besides the running Campers that pursued : Had you beheld the Stores , the Magazine , The Bread , the Cheese , the Bottles , and the Wine , You would have swore 't had been a Scotch Campaign ; That barren Highlands their fateagues should know , Where neither they could reap , nor others sow : Or that Montross's Marches they should take , With fifty days Provision at his back . And now the Queen advances to the view , Lord ! how the ready Troops in order shew , No more a Figure , their now dissolved Files , And one great Throng the well fix't Line compiles ; To let the Queen their Annual postures know At their more regular Figure , Lord-Mayors-Show . And now the Royal Chariot's shouted home , By that Almighty Monster Captain Tom : Whose ecchoing shouts when she no more can hear , Their Pot-gun Volleys charge Her Royal Ear ; Whose regular noise , had she not known how tame , How unprepar'd , and how resolv'd they came : Some dreadful scambling combate did present , Alike confus'd , thô different in event : And who knows what that day might have produc'd , By Wine and Martial Gallantry seduc'd ; Had not the Wiser Sex their Votes deny'd , As to the Bagg of Bullets by the side . Wisely the advent'rous Wife her presence gave , To calm with Frowns , the Fop she came to save ; A Whip's a proper weapon for a Slave , So once Sclavonian Masters did attack , When conquering Slaves came in Rebellion back . And thus the Royal Muster did conclude , And the Host dissolv'd into a multitude ; Meer Mob the Matter , Army was the Form , So Bees go out a Troop , come back a Swarm . So well composed Vapours represent Ships , Armies , Battails , in the Firmament ; 'Till steady Eyes the Exhalation solves , And all to its first matter Cloud dissolves . Mean while the Martial Terrors of the Field , The threatned Whiggs with just Disdain beheld ; The unwieldy Monster they at once defie , And in their Monarchs Cares do Peace enjoy ; Their joyful Aids to his support lay down , And thankfully his happy Influence own ; Their hearty thousands his Exchequer knows , And ready Loans their Press'd Obedience shows ; No false Harangues of late addressing Age , But thus their Lives and Fortunes they engage ; An active Loyalty their Princess sees , To purpose shown , and in Extremities : Words are an empty Loyalty at best , And cheaply paid , Occasion is the Test ; So found too late their Abdicated James , And so our Naval Management Proclaims . Nor do we Laurels to his Temples bring , Or conquering William's dear bought Triumphs sing With greater Joy , than with regret we see His Cause ( for his is ours ) Betray'd at Sea : So while th' accursed thing i' th' Camp remain'd , Were Israel's Tents with Israel's slaughters stain'd . Not so the Hero 's our Design displayes , Whose awkward Grin their treacherous Joy betrayes . Ungrateful Smiles their envious hopes declare , And style the Invasion a Familiar War . Their horrid Jests on English Fears they make , And wild Delights in hop'd Revenge do take : Boast of our Losses with exalted Voice , And at their Countreys Infamy rejoyce . With uncouth Joy the well known Story told , How an Invasion's bought , and England sold ; And how exact the deep Intreague is laid , The Dutch be sacrific'd , and we betray'd . 'T was like a Priest , when of the Sacred Tribe , One in his bloated Hopes their Plots describe : Our Plot ! said he , and paus'd , to let you know To whom your Hopes , to whom your Thanks you owe , 's So deep , so well contriv'd , such Actors in 't , The Devil perhaps may know 't , but can't prevent . But when the Mob the Reverend Author took , How like his * * Roger when ●ook and carried to Guild-Hall . Guide did passive Clerus look ; How more confus'd , if Impudence can blush , When sarch't for boasted Plots ! The Priest , as Priests are wont , deceiv'd the throng , And lookt for * * A Parson taken at Grave's Coffee-House . Treason's prov'd a Bawdy Song , And thus the Gallick Victories they declar'd , Even before the hastening Fact appear'd : Boasting their shame , and hugg'd themselves to find Their Israel , their own Israel flee before the Philistine : Just then when sinking Horror did surround , And present Fears our absent Hopes confound ; The wondrous Trump his * * Bo●ne ▪ Conquest sounded o're , So once his Aspect sav'd the Land before . Moments of time the vast occasion hit , To those surprizing , and to these compleat : Had the great deed exactly tim'd by Fate , One weighty juncture slipt , 't had come too late ; Had he not fought , or had it not been then , Thô he had conquer'd , it had been in vain . So Mighty Nassau , so did Heaven contrive , That thy Great hand should twice the Nation save . See now the Hydra-Faction of the Town , Cry Hail , and bend with aukward Couchees to the Throne ; The Cause disown , and cowardly Nero curse , Not that he did no better , but no worse : Ah! were they true to their adopted Cause , There 's far more danger in their Tongues than Claws . For now with fatal Industry they drive , And unto one past Plot two more contrive ; Nor grudge to perish in the storm they raise , So their last fall their Country but betrayes : So swift are Men to desperate Ills design'd , To ill spontaneous , and in good confin'd . A proof the evil Principle is first , And Guilt has all the Power to Will engross'd . View next the last Fateague of New-born hope , To sink their fears , and empty Comforts prop , Exactly laid , but * * The Words of the Letter to K. James , taken with Lord Preston . God knows how let drop . In suppliant Postures now to Court they go . And they who once abhorr'd , Petition now . Nor are the Rout of less suppos'd esteem , Than six score representing Persons seem : Captains of thousands , mighty Men of Valour , From silly Will , to Captain Tom the Taylor ; In Mood and Figure to the House made way , To beg their Prentices a Holy day . And made a most unconscionable Prayer , That they might have no Aldermen , nor Mayor : But that the City as in ancient Troy , One General Revel-Jubilee might enjoy ; That Bedlam , Newgate , Counters , and Bridewell , Might with the Common-C — il now Rebell ; That Tower Ditches might exclude the Thames , And Royal Nassau truckle to King James : And that your poor Petitioners may be eas'd , And have a Mayor , or no Mayor , as they pleas'd ; Remonstrating that what they did restore , Had more restrain'd them than they were before ; 'T was not their loathsome Priviledges they sought , But freedom to do ill . Give them their ancient Priviledges agen , When they could plunder and destroy like Men : The luscious Garlick of the former Reigns , And pin not Freemen up with Posts and Chains : When threatning Bastions at the Tower begun , And Guild-Hall Gate became a Garrison . When Charters were the Test , and Kings did know What they durst ask , the Subject durst bestow : When trusty Patriots bought Mechanick sway , Begg'd for Illegal Orders to obey , And Compliment their Liberty's away ; Whose * * Pickering that begg'd to have his Companies Charter taken away , and delivered it with his own hand . swifter Grant his cravings did defeat , And Tyranny it self anticipate . A new Sir Will . this second March begun , And brought his Blunderbuss , but left his Gun . 'T was thought the King bestow'd his Spurs in spight , And spoild a Captain to compose a Knight ; In Whigg-Plot days have you not seen the Beau , With Martial Bagpipe to the Main Guard go ; With many a Blunderbuss , and Musquetoon , Compleatly arm'd , with Cane , and Pantaloon : Equip't with his Hereditary Pride , And his Inheritance of Brains beside : Nature has wisely blazon'd on his Face , The Escutcheon of his Family , an Ass : From ear to ear the Mantling does extend , Creste'd to show the Goat's the Asses Friend ; Accostom'd to Command , he rais'd in pity This Independant Troop to serve the City : And wisely does remonstrate to the House , How much his Zeal before his Knowledge goes ; And how he had improv'd his time at School , Was now a well accomplish'd Captain Fool , A weighty Blockhead , with an empty Scull . Next him Sir Ralph , in his due order stood , A very Ralph , a very piece of Wood : By art they say his Timber does excell , An artificial stroke may polish Hell : Some hid accomplishments he may contain , That do for Speculation still remain ; Or to be known ; when th' art to understand , Without the drudgery of speaking's gain'd , At present if we judge by what is known , As to the species of a Fool , he 's one . Alas Tom Durfey thou hast fallen Short , And now * * New Rappare●s , pag. 6. Drugestus shall excuse thee for 't , For he had else come next to make us sport ; With Ruby Face , and old abhorring Nose , So Copper mix'd with Stone , does Brass compose . Next Cousin Will , with wither'd Face and Foot , In his Addressing Slippers hobbl'd to 't , With aukward Phys , and a Petitioning Band , Recants Abhorring now , to heal the Land : With many a sigh the Danger represents , And now like Pen , the Brother Statesman cants ; Had he a Linnen Ephod from the Stall , On 's head a neighbouring Sign , he 'd be a Cardinal : Were I King James , I 'de send for him to France , And to a real Hat the Tool advance . Who knows when once become His Eminence , He may be fitter for an * * His Blunder at the Barr of the House . Evidence ; Besides some change attends him that he knows , Inform'd by his prognosticating Toes . Now if you 'd hear some Loyal City Farce , Hear Bed — d , hee 'l bid you kiss his Ar — Nor Shrieffs , nor Mayor , nor Common Halls excus'd , But his Posteriors are alike expos'd : Nay , if Bow Bells for Whiggish Joys are rung , The jangling Mettal must salute his Bung ; The Parliament he hopes will hear him now , If not his common Compliment they know . Some of the sort have Crimes are Capital , On whom their Brothers Blood do's Vengeance call ; Tender of these , we say to Rouse and Brough , Eternity is Punishment enough . Take an authentick Term for your Condition , 'T was Murther styl'd by th' House you now Petition ; Petition Heaven , ( if it be not too late , ) And tempt no more inevitable Face : But note , that they do Penitence pretend , Who strive to extenuate , and not amend . And here some Tears does injur'd Cornish call , Whom weeping Heaven does annually bewail , And Vengeance swift as Fate upon his Murtherers entail ; Whose Death will never be forgot , forgiven On Earth by Man , or unreveng'd by Heaven : An Innocent Man by your unrighteous Breath , As a Man before the wicked fell . — To paint the single Character of all , Would swell the Satyr to a Chronicle : As whipping Langham , and his Brother Kent , With Pious Brerewood , Doctor Small-beer's Saint ; And some that sacrificed Mistress Gaunt ; With one of Cornishes , ( that yet survives , ) And near an hundred more Diminutives : One general Character the List may Own , The Hackney Jurors of the Drooping Town ; The Inquisitors of late Tyrannick Reign , Who now Petition for Power to Ride again . How vast had been the List , had not the band , To Senate Members only been confin'd : Thus Sir J — M — r they left , and that was pity , Who had so long been th' Genius of the City : Well might the King to his Escutcheon add The Rampant * * K. Charles added to his Scutcheon the Lyon Rampant . Lyon , who such roaring made , And eat up all the Priviledges we had : And some Assistants that the Fury fed , Were now become of the Petitioned . Not thence the slacker handed to put on , The labour'd purchase of Confusion : For if past Hazards are a proper Test , Sir Thomas shares a Faith above mistrust : Who Frigidated by Distemper'd Hams , His Fiery Zeal for Slavery proclaims ; With Gouty Corps , in Mathematick Chair , To Charter giving Votes did heartily repair . Sir Sy—n n L — s held up both his Paws , To think that he who smarted for the Cause , Should now be robb'd of his delight , Applause ; And by his quondam Honours loudly swore , Tho' Jilted oft , was never Thus before ; Nothing but time can lay the fermentation , Or make his Worship fit for Conversation . Not Celia's Charms , not Clora's tender hours , But raves in Love , and frets in his Amours . Sir W—m W—ms first the Cause espous'd , And all his sputtering Eloquence he rous'd ; Foaming with learned Fury , you 'd ha' thought , He came to spew them in , he once spew'd out . Well hir'd to be the Churches Champion , And thus for Bishops Tryal does attone . For Soveraign Fee , with eager note does prate , No Cause so bad but has an Advocate . And to make up the showe , with Men of Sence , Comes Common S — t for an Evidence ; With We's , and They's , with Us's , and Suppose's , Tells how in Common Hall he counted Noses : Tells you how he himself with City Power , Decently waited on by Sheriffs , and Mayor , Does Propria Persona first disclose , And tell the People who it is they chose . With Meagre Face , and true Mechanick Pride , So will th' exalted Beggar always ride .

The CONCLUSION . GReat Nassau from his envied Throne look't down , And view'd their busie Malice with a Frown . Their Impotent Fury view'd with just disdain , And ask'd if he had Sav'd them all in vain ? Their weak Intreagues with due Contempt he saw , And generously restrain'd the scourge of Law . His Conquering Mercy did his Justice stay , And at his Peril let them disobey : Restraints to his own injur'd Passions gave , Their Folly pityed , and their Guilt forgave . A Proof he strove for their meer Liberty , Had fought to save , and conquer'd to set free ; Divinely Good , their treacherous arts he bore , Was still as kind , and gentle as before : Arm'd them as Friends , to fortifie his Throne , And smil'd until they thought he durst not frown . But when their Insolence his Arm defy'd , And wou'd again their baffled Cause have try'd , And he must now destroy or be destroy'd ; Let 's flye at once his Vengeance to devour , And gives a taste of his mistaken Power : Takes care that they shall never more rebell , And with just Thunder drives them down to Hell . " So Jove when Earth born Titan's did aspire , " Pile Hill on Hill , and higher yet came and higher , " Till they almost had scal'd Heavens glittering Wall , " And either they , or he himself must fall ; " Unrein'd his Vengeance , let his Thunders flye , " And forked Lightnings sally round the Skye ; " The black Abyss is cover'd with their spoils , " They float on Chaos , like enchanted Isles ; " Transfix't with angry Bolts , from surge to surge they go , " Despair and raving wander in Eternal Woe : May all thine Enemies , Great Nassau , perish so .

FINIS .