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No. 49. For England's Injured Church and Law
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[Addressed to Philip Duke of Wharton, who started the True Briton, a bi-weekly newspaper, on 3 June 1723]
For England's injur'd Church and Law,
Great Duke, the Patriot's Pen you draw,
Our wasted Wealth, our impious Age,
Your un-polluted Hand engage
To snatch the wreaths that Gaylard crown'd,
And Smedley's awful temples bound.
Great Duke, the Patriot's Pen you draw,
Our wasted Wealth, our impious Age,
Your un-polluted Hand engage
To snatch the wreaths that Gaylard crown'd,
And Smedley's awful temples bound.
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Arm'd with pat parallels you come,
And mottoes quaint from Greece & Rome,
To prove that Peers should never vary,
Nor Leges Anglice mutari.
Your Maximes old, your standing Jests,
The Flowers of Journals and Protests,
Shall Bounties force from Walpole's hand,
Or Parker's Seal, or Pelham's wand.
And mottoes quaint from Greece & Rome,
To prove that Peers should never vary,
Nor Leges Anglice mutari.
Your Maximes old, your standing Jests,
The Flowers of Journals and Protests,
Shall Bounties force from Walpole's hand,
Or Parker's Seal, or Pelham's wand.
What Culprit's Widow shrill and sweet
Hawks your True Briton through the Street?
What 'Prentice shares your generous toil,
Besmear'd with Ink, and strong of oil,
Taught young, beneath his Fathers Roof
To spell his words, and point his Proof,
Taught young to stand his Author's cause,
And thrid the Loop-holes of the Laws?
Hawks your True Briton through the Street?
What 'Prentice shares your generous toil,
Besmear'd with Ink, and strong of oil,
Taught young, beneath his Fathers Roof
To spell his words, and point his Proof,
Taught young to stand his Author's cause,
And thrid the Loop-holes of the Laws?
What man is sure but Time may see
Old Whiston in a smart Toupé
Sacheverell to the Lawn prefer'd,
Or sweet Jack Hervey wear a beard,
The Whigs from Rome invite a King,
Or Thames run backward to his spring:
Old Whiston in a smart Toupé
Sacheverell to the Lawn prefer'd,
Or sweet Jack Hervey wear a beard,
The Whigs from Rome invite a King,
Or Thames run backward to his spring:
When you Great Duke, of parts so rare,
The Darling of the Gay and Fair,
Oh shame! oh worst of all your Barters!
Leave off your Viper-Broth and Chartres
(Fashion'd by him for greater Evils)
To herd with Booksellers and Devils?
The Darling of the Gay and Fair,
Oh shame! oh worst of all your Barters!
Leave off your Viper-Broth and Chartres
(Fashion'd by him for greater Evils)
To herd with Booksellers and Devils?
[Tickell papers.]
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