The School of Politicks or, the humours of a coffee-house: a poem. The Second Edition Corrected and much Enlarged by the Author [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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[The Lechery of talking what]
The Lechery of talking whatIs meerly understood by rote,
Had to another Table drawn
A Club of Whigs and Tory Spawn.
Things which like Puppets only squeak,
What they sometimes hear great ones speak:
One would affirm that no pretence
Could Salus Populi make Sense;
T'other affirm'd the Royal Line,
Could never be of Right Divine;
And that it was an Imposition,
Almost as bad as th'Inquisition,
To tell the People that a King
May by's own Power do any thing,
And that to God he is alone
Accountable for what he's done:
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Bridled and Sadled to the State,
And Kings with Boots and Spurs come down
To ride them all at any rate?
And do you think, reply'd the other
That any Prince on Earth can be
Safe on his Throne while zealous Brother
Whose quick Eye-sight pretends to see
Some Blemishes in's Rule, shall think it fit
To instigate the Mobile
To force that Prince his Throne to quit,
And then cry out he—But 'tis late: Good Night
For should we talk till day of Doom
In hopes each other to 'orecome
You'd think me still i'th' wrong, as I you not i'th' right.
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