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V. Part V.
CANTO XIII. The Kingdom alarm'd. The Practices of the Whigs. The D*** M****l hinted. The Addresses touch'd upon: With some seasonable Reflections on the Factious Party.
The Nation much surpriz'd to find,
The Saints so Bold, and yet so Blind;
And that the People call'd the Godly,
Should manage their Intrigues so odly;
Began to guess from Matters past,
How Things were like to prove at last;
Unless the Threat'ning Mischiefs were
Prevented by some timely care;
So wise Astrologers that know
By Stars, that do our Fate foreshow,
How great Affairs are mov'd below;
By timely Caution should fore-arm us,
Against those Ills they think will harm us.
The Saints so Bold, and yet so Blind;
And that the People call'd the Godly,
Should manage their Intrigues so odly;
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How Things were like to prove at last;
Unless the Threat'ning Mischiefs were
Prevented by some timely care;
So wise Astrologers that know
By Stars, that do our Fate foreshow,
How great Affairs are mov'd below;
By timely Caution should fore-arm us,
Against those Ills they think will harm us.
The Church-men, now, began to ponder,
On Mist'ries that had rais'd their wonder;
And to examine what the Whigs
Intended, by their dark Intriegues;
And what their plotting Heads could mean,
By op'ning such a frightful Scene,
That even scar'd the very Rabble,
And turn'd the Town into a Babel;
Nay, puzzl'd wiser Heads to guess,
The true intent of their Excess;
When they'd so long amus'd the Nation,
With canting Cries of Moderation;
As if the Church was bound in Honour,
To silent sit till they'd undone her;
And that it was an open breach
Of Peace and Unity to teach
That very Doctrine which the Mouth
Of Heav'n has warranted for Truth;
Only because it disagrees
With their Nefarious Practices;
And thwarts that old but cursed Cause;
That strikes at God's Eternal Laws;
As if their Aim was to dethrone
All Pow'r, to make the World their own;
And like the Impious Gyants, fight
With Heav'n it self to shew their Spight;
Or that at least they meant to be,
The bane of Church and Monarchy;
And had determin'd if they cou'd,
To drown them in a Sea of Blood;
And by an universal fray,
Make all but one Aceldema;
So Mad-men may affirm they're Kings,
And dream and talk of Mighty things;
Fancy they have a Right by Birth,
To all the Regions of the Earth;
But when the Wretches once begin,
To shake their Fists, and rave and grin,
'Tis time they should be chain'd or ty'd,
To curb their silly Frantick Pride.
On Mist'ries that had rais'd their wonder;
And to examine what the Whigs
Intended, by their dark Intriegues;
And what their plotting Heads could mean,
By op'ning such a frightful Scene,
That even scar'd the very Rabble,
And turn'd the Town into a Babel;
Nay, puzzl'd wiser Heads to guess,
The true intent of their Excess;
When they'd so long amus'd the Nation,
With canting Cries of Moderation;
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To silent sit till they'd undone her;
And that it was an open breach
Of Peace and Unity to teach
That very Doctrine which the Mouth
Of Heav'n has warranted for Truth;
Only because it disagrees
With their Nefarious Practices;
And thwarts that old but cursed Cause;
That strikes at God's Eternal Laws;
As if their Aim was to dethrone
All Pow'r, to make the World their own;
And like the Impious Gyants, fight
With Heav'n it self to shew their Spight;
Or that at least they meant to be,
The bane of Church and Monarchy;
And had determin'd if they cou'd,
To drown them in a Sea of Blood;
And by an universal fray,
Make all but one Aceldema;
So Mad-men may affirm they're Kings,
And dream and talk of Mighty things;
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To all the Regions of the Earth;
But when the Wretches once begin,
To shake their Fists, and rave and grin,
'Tis time they should be chain'd or ty'd,
To curb their silly Frantick Pride.
When a strange frenzy full as bad
As this, had made the Whigs run mad,
And Zeal, Ill-nature, and Ambition,
Had fill'd the Nation with Sedition;
That those, who had implor'd of late
The kind Indulgence of the State;
For e'ery Saint with tender Conscience,
To Pray according to his own Sense;
Were now for giving Laws to those,
Who'd hurt their own for their Repose;
And sacrific'd their Ease and Safty,
To raise a thankless Tribe too lofty;
Who now according to the black
Returns, Fanaticks us'd to make,
Were for subverting those that gave 'em,
The Pow'r to injure and enslave 'em;
And grew too stately to endure
Those Laws that made the Church secure;
And too superb to yield or own,
A just Obedience to the Throne;
But at the Root of both were striking,
To bring them lower to their liking;
So the proud Hogen State we see,
That once complain'd of Poverty;
Were by one Gracious Queen reliev'd,
When much opprest, distrest, and griev'd;
But now when High and Mighty grown,
To the next Q*** their Thanks are shown;
In D****s s****al******y rude,
By way of Fl****ish Gratitude;
Or else the Whigs have forg'd a Sham,
In Hopes to mend their Losing Game;
And make themselves notorious Lyars,
T'amuse the People call'd High-Flyars.
As this, had made the Whigs run mad,
And Zeal, Ill-nature, and Ambition,
Had fill'd the Nation with Sedition;
That those, who had implor'd of late
The kind Indulgence of the State;
For e'ery Saint with tender Conscience,
To Pray according to his own Sense;
Were now for giving Laws to those,
Who'd hurt their own for their Repose;
And sacrific'd their Ease and Safty,
To raise a thankless Tribe too lofty;
Who now according to the black
Returns, Fanaticks us'd to make,
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The Pow'r to injure and enslave 'em;
And grew too stately to endure
Those Laws that made the Church secure;
And too superb to yield or own,
A just Obedience to the Throne;
But at the Root of both were striking,
To bring them lower to their liking;
So the proud Hogen State we see,
That once complain'd of Poverty;
Were by one Gracious Queen reliev'd,
When much opprest, distrest, and griev'd;
But now when High and Mighty grown,
To the next Q*** their Thanks are shown;
In D****s s****al******y rude,
By way of Fl****ish Gratitude;
Or else the Whigs have forg'd a Sham,
In Hopes to mend their Losing Game;
And make themselves notorious Lyars,
T'amuse the People call'd High-Flyars.
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When Royal Favour thus had warm'd
Some Snakes with pointed Venom arm'd;
That they began to hiss and bite,
And spit their Poison and their Spite;
At all Men that they found devising,
Just Ways to stop their Tyrannizing;
And had in publick manner try'd,
Those Doctrines which themselves deny'd;
And taught us to despise the Bible
By B--- G--- for a Libel;
The Nation then began to see,
Their Justice and Sincerity;
And what a strange new Reformation,
The Saints were bringing into Fashion;
What Pains they took, what Zeal they shew'd,
To please their own ill-natur'd Brood;
What good old Arguments they brought
Long since by Pryn and Peters taught;
Those worthy Martyrs for the Cause,
One learn'd in Gospel, 'tother Laws;
Both mighty Favourites of the Rout,
And Sainted now, we need not doubt;
To make their Arguments pass Muster,
When e'er the Whigs are pleas'd to bluster;
Yet tho' they're honour'd at this Day,
For their Good Deeds, we cannot say;
They have not left behind their Fellows,
To grace the Pill'ry or the Gallows;
Because we've many now in play,
As meritorious full as they.
Some Snakes with pointed Venom arm'd;
That they began to hiss and bite,
And spit their Poison and their Spite;
At all Men that they found devising,
Just Ways to stop their Tyrannizing;
And had in publick manner try'd,
Those Doctrines which themselves deny'd;
And taught us to despise the Bible
By B--- G--- for a Libel;
The Nation then began to see,
Their Justice and Sincerity;
And what a strange new Reformation,
The Saints were bringing into Fashion;
What Pains they took, what Zeal they shew'd,
To please their own ill-natur'd Brood;
What good old Arguments they brought
Long since by Pryn and Peters taught;
Those worthy Martyrs for the Cause,
One learn'd in Gospel, 'tother Laws;
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And Sainted now, we need not doubt;
To make their Arguments pass Muster,
When e'er the Whigs are pleas'd to bluster;
Yet tho' they're honour'd at this Day,
For their Good Deeds, we cannot say;
They have not left behind their Fellows,
To grace the Pill'ry or the Gallows;
Because we've many now in play,
As meritorious full as they.
Now Whig and Saint, to make us love 'em,
Ran on as if the Devil drove 'em;
And spur'd the Cause with so much Violence,
That the most Patient broke their Silence;
Much nettl'd and provok'd to find,
That all was going down the Wind;
For that the Whigs did now Conceit,
Their Harvest for the Sickle fit;
And thought 'twas time that they had mown,
What Old Achitophel had sown;
No sooner were the Tribe prepar'd,
But all began to labour hard;
Endeav'ring as they always wou'd,
To Cheat the Parson if they cou'd;
That Tyth and Truth might cease together,
And Souls be lead the Lord knows whither.
Ran on as if the Devil drove 'em;
And spur'd the Cause with so much Violence,
That the most Patient broke their Silence;
Much nettl'd and provok'd to find,
That all was going down the Wind;
For that the Whigs did now Conceit,
Their Harvest for the Sickle fit;
And thought 'twas time that they had mown,
What Old Achitophel had sown;
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But all began to labour hard;
Endeav'ring as they always wou'd,
To Cheat the Parson if they cou'd;
That Tyth and Truth might cease together,
And Souls be lead the Lord knows whither.
This put the Nation in a Flame,
When Good Men saw their wicked aim;
And forc'd the Church upon addressing
Our only Safty and our Blessing;
Some were so impious to Prophane,
That Sacred Word Republican;
As if those Saints of Common Wealth!
Such pious Zealots would by stealth,
Prove dang'rous to the Kingdom's Health;
Or that Republicans could be,
Such Enemies to Monarchy;
As to Subvert or Circumvent,
So Just and Blest a Government;
O Fy! It never can be thought,
The Supposition's weak and naught;
Smells rank of Pop'ry only fit,
To please each grumbling Jacobite.
When Good Men saw their wicked aim;
And forc'd the Church upon addressing
Our only Safty and our Blessing;
Some were so impious to Prophane,
That Sacred Word Republican;
As if those Saints of Common Wealth!
Such pious Zealots would by stealth,
Prove dang'rous to the Kingdom's Health;
Or that Republicans could be,
Such Enemies to Monarchy;
As to Subvert or Circumvent,
So Just and Blest a Government;
O Fy! It never can be thought,
The Supposition's weak and naught;
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To please each grumbling Jacobite.
Who ever knew the sober whining
Fanatick's giv'n to undermining;
Or that they ever strove to Tower,
Above the Church, or Sov'reign Power;
By any boist'rous Deviation,
From the strict Rules of Moderation.
Fanatick's giv'n to undermining;
Or that they ever strove to Tower,
Above the Church, or Sov'reign Power;
By any boist'rous Deviation,
From the strict Rules of Moderation.
Who but High-Flyers can suppose,
The Whigs to be the Church's Foes;
Or that such Loyal Sons would strive
To Pare the Crown's Prerogative?
Who are for fixing both upon
Perpetual Revolution;
That they themselves the Land may bubble,
And rule, to save the Prince the trouble.
The Whigs to be the Church's Foes;
Or that such Loyal Sons would strive
To Pare the Crown's Prerogative?
Who are for fixing both upon
Perpetual Revolution;
That they themselves the Land may bubble,
And rule, to save the Prince the trouble.
Who, tho' they hear the Saints extol,
The glorious Reign of Plous Nol;
And bless the Rump for pulling down
The Sacred Head that rul'd the Throne,
Can be such dull High-flying Slaves,
Such Jacobites, such Fools or Knaves;
To think so mild a Tribe should aim
To bring about the very same?
No, no, it ne'er can be suspected,
Unless by Persons disaffected,
Such Popish Traitors that would bring,
The Mob to be below the King;
And by their dang'rous Plots betray
The Sov'reign People to obey;
And force those Mighty Lords to shew
Allegience where it's justly due;
But who that loves his Native Land,
Will allow Monarchs to Command,
When Whigs have got the upper hand?
The glorious Reign of Plous Nol;
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The Sacred Head that rul'd the Throne,
Can be such dull High-flying Slaves,
Such Jacobites, such Fools or Knaves;
To think so mild a Tribe should aim
To bring about the very same?
No, no, it ne'er can be suspected,
Unless by Persons disaffected,
Such Popish Traitors that would bring,
The Mob to be below the King;
And by their dang'rous Plots betray
The Sov'reign People to obey;
And force those Mighty Lords to shew
Allegience where it's justly due;
But who that loves his Native Land,
Will allow Monarchs to Command,
When Whigs have got the upper hand?
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CANTO XIV. The Loyalty of the Church; the import of their Addresses; the Impatience of the Whigs; and Modesty of the Review.
Addresses now flow'd in apace,
To th' best of Q---s from e'ery place;
That Royal Pow'r might timely see,
Which side maintain'd True Loyalty;
And who most likely to assert
The Throne, that bears an English Heart;
That they who never fear to own
Their lawful Duty to the Crown;
Might be distinguish'd from those few,
Whose Works their Disobedience shew;
And always Murmur and Complain
The most, when the best Princes Reign;
So Bullies shew their Impudence,
To those least apt to take Offence;
And Faction ever thrives the better
For a good Kings forgiving Nature.
To th' best of Q---s from e'ery place;
That Royal Pow'r might timely see,
Which side maintain'd True Loyalty;
And who most likely to assert
The Throne, that bears an English Heart;
That they who never fear to own
Their lawful Duty to the Crown;
Might be distinguish'd from those few,
Whose Works their Disobedience shew;
And always Murmur and Complain
The most, when the best Princes Reign;
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To those least apt to take Offence;
And Faction ever thrives the better
For a good Kings forgiving Nature.
The Churchmen, who can never be
Unsteady in their Loyalty;
To those of Ancient Royal Blood,
Who Reign and Govern as they shou'd;
That do to Heav'n their Scepters owe,
And not to Scum and Dirt below;
When once they saw the restless Whigs
So bare-fac'd in their vile Intrigues;
That threaten'd our Old Constitution
With some new Monstrous Revolution;
They thought 'twas time to shew they meant
To stand by English Government;
That is, th' Establish'd Church and Throne,
And the blest Q---n that sits thereon;
Against all Popish Innovators,
And base Republican Translators;
Of that blest Form we now possess,
Into a State of Wretchedness,
That no Reviews Insinuation,
Of all Good Men, or all the Nation,
Should perswade Fools that the Whole Land,
Were at the Whigish Tribe's Command,
Who are, alas, but at the best,
A worthless handful to the rest;
Meer Upstarts, who with Shams and Lies,
Would stop our Ears, and blind our Eyes;
And broach such Principles that must
Extirpate all that's Good and Just;
Bring true Religion to disgrace,
That Atheism may usurp its place,
And make the British Throne become,
The tott'ring Jest of Christendom;
Endanger e'ery Subject's Right,
And turn Fraternal Love to Spite;
That a few Reprobates may be,
The glorious Head of Anarchy;
For what can follow but Confusion,
If we translate our Constitution,
Into an endless Revolution.
Unsteady in their Loyalty;
To those of Ancient Royal Blood,
Who Reign and Govern as they shou'd;
That do to Heav'n their Scepters owe,
And not to Scum and Dirt below;
When once they saw the restless Whigs
So bare-fac'd in their vile Intrigues;
That threaten'd our Old Constitution
With some new Monstrous Revolution;
They thought 'twas time to shew they meant
To stand by English Government;
That is, th' Establish'd Church and Throne,
And the blest Q---n that sits thereon;
Against all Popish Innovators,
And base Republican Translators;
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Into a State of Wretchedness,
That no Reviews Insinuation,
Of all Good Men, or all the Nation,
Should perswade Fools that the Whole Land,
Were at the Whigish Tribe's Command,
Who are, alas, but at the best,
A worthless handful to the rest;
Meer Upstarts, who with Shams and Lies,
Would stop our Ears, and blind our Eyes;
And broach such Principles that must
Extirpate all that's Good and Just;
Bring true Religion to disgrace,
That Atheism may usurp its place,
And make the British Throne become,
The tott'ring Jest of Christendom;
Endanger e'ery Subject's Right,
And turn Fraternal Love to Spite;
That a few Reprobates may be,
The glorious Head of Anarchy;
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If we translate our Constitution,
Into an endless Revolution.
These are the Blessings they are for,
And these are what the Church abhor;
These are the Great and Glorious Ends,
Our Whigs, the Nations only Friends;
Have Tooth and Nail, altho' in vain,
Been wisely lab'ring to obtain;
These are their Drifts, wherein we see,
Their Love to Church and Monarchy;
And this is all we must expect,
By their Success, and our Neglect;
Then who that knows their Pious Aim,
Would stop their present Blessed Game;
That gives us such enticing Hopes
Of Sequestrations, Jayls and Ropes,
Without the help of Kings or Popes.
And these are what the Church abhor;
These are the Great and Glorious Ends,
Our Whigs, the Nations only Friends;
Have Tooth and Nail, altho' in vain,
Been wisely lab'ring to obtain;
These are their Drifts, wherein we see,
Their Love to Church and Monarchy;
And this is all we must expect,
By their Success, and our Neglect;
Then who that knows their Pious Aim,
Would stop their present Blessed Game;
That gives us such enticing Hopes
Of Sequestrations, Jayls and Ropes,
Without the help of Kings or Popes.
The Churchmen taking no great Pleasure
In Heav'nly Prospects, such as these are;
With all Humility Addrest,
And in the mildest Words exprest
Their ancient Duty to the Throne,
And Love of Her that sits thereon.
Asserting that with all their Might,
They would maintain Her Royal Right;
Deriv'd as well of long Descent,
As from the Act of Settlement;
'Gainst Papists, and that Factious Clan
Of Rebels, call'd Republican;
And that they ne'er would leave i'th' lurch,
The Apostolick Mother Church,
Or change her Doctrines old and true,
For any that are false and new;
But abhor, drive-out, and disown,
All Tenets against Church or Crown;
And e'ery Whigish Innovation,
Gilt o'er with Shams of Reformation,
That tend to hurt our Constitution,
By any further Revolution;
Affirming that they'll always stand,
By Church and Queen, with Heart and Hand,
Against all Deists, Atheists, Whigs,
And all their Commonwealth Intrigues;
Those Wicked Principles oppose,
Broach'd lately by the Nations Foes;
And with their Lives, and all that's Dear
Defend when any Danger's near,
The Queens just Title to the Throne,
'Gainst all Pretenders to the Crown.
In Heav'nly Prospects, such as these are;
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And in the mildest Words exprest
Their ancient Duty to the Throne,
And Love of Her that sits thereon.
Asserting that with all their Might,
They would maintain Her Royal Right;
Deriv'd as well of long Descent,
As from the Act of Settlement;
'Gainst Papists, and that Factious Clan
Of Rebels, call'd Republican;
And that they ne'er would leave i'th' lurch,
The Apostolick Mother Church,
Or change her Doctrines old and true,
For any that are false and new;
But abhor, drive-out, and disown,
All Tenets against Church or Crown;
And e'ery Whigish Innovation,
Gilt o'er with Shams of Reformation,
That tend to hurt our Constitution,
By any further Revolution;
Affirming that they'll always stand,
By Church and Queen, with Heart and Hand,
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And all their Commonwealth Intrigues;
Those Wicked Principles oppose,
Broach'd lately by the Nations Foes;
And with their Lives, and all that's Dear
Defend when any Danger's near,
The Queens just Title to the Throne,
'Gainst all Pretenders to the Crown.
These are the Sum my Muse professes,
Of all the Honest Church Addresses;
That give such wondrous Provocation,
To those that would betray the Nation.
Of all the Honest Church Addresses;
That give such wondrous Provocation,
To those that would betray the Nation.
Here's Popish stuff, says poor D--- F---
Whose Pen is like his Party, Low;
Now Countrymen, I hope you see,
How the Church aims at Tyranny,
What Pains they take to raise the Throne,
Above the Revolution;
And how they'd bring us to adore,
That Golden Badge of Sov'reign Pow'r;
The Crown which they porphanely say,
We must bow down to and obey,
Tho' the Gilt Bauble's only given
By us the People, not by Heaven;
And may be snatch'd away again,
When we find one more fit to Reign
But the High Church, you see, would have us,
Worship those Scepters that enslave us,
As Papists do their Lifeless Saints,
In Statues, Paintings, and in Prints,
Set up our Idols on the Throne,
And then adore 'em when we've done;
Tell 'em they have a Right Divine,
And Deify their Royal Line;
Advance them to a Heavenly Distance,
And bind our selves, by Non-Resistance,
To be their Slaves, and to endure,
The Scourges of Tyrannick Pow'r;
This is the Scope, says the Review,
Of what the Jacobites persue;
As e'ery flored Line expresses,
In all their Perkinite Addresses.
Whose Pen is like his Party, Low;
Now Countrymen, I hope you see,
How the Church aims at Tyranny,
What Pains they take to raise the Throne,
Above the Revolution;
And how they'd bring us to adore,
That Golden Badge of Sov'reign Pow'r;
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We must bow down to and obey,
Tho' the Gilt Bauble's only given
By us the People, not by Heaven;
And may be snatch'd away again,
When we find one more fit to Reign
But the High Church, you see, would have us,
Worship those Scepters that enslave us,
As Papists do their Lifeless Saints,
In Statues, Paintings, and in Prints,
Set up our Idols on the Throne,
And then adore 'em when we've done;
Tell 'em they have a Right Divine,
And Deify their Royal Line;
Advance them to a Heavenly Distance,
And bind our selves, by Non-Resistance,
To be their Slaves, and to endure,
The Scourges of Tyrannick Pow'r;
This is the Scope, says the Review,
Of what the Jacobites persue;
As e'ery flored Line expresses,
In all their Perkinite Addresses.
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I Vow a rare interpretation,
Of Church Obedience and Submission;
And of that Loyalty which ought
To alwaies be maintain'd and Taught;
A fine Construction to be made,
Of that due Veneration paid
To our good Queen, to whom we owe,
That Safty we enjoy below;
Whose Vertues are by all belov'd,
And Wisdom makes her Reign approv'd;
Which has been blest in Spite of Jars
Domestick, well as Foreign Wars;
Altho' her Lenity has been,
Too great for such a Pow'rful Queen;
And more especially to those,
By Principle Impatient Foes
To Monarchy, who ne'er could rest,
Tho' with the Best of Prince's Blest
But would be gaining still upon 'em,
Till they'd much wrong'd 'em or undone 'em;
So Ivy Suffer'd to Embrace
The Oak, Climbs up and Thrives apace;
And if not Pran'd in time of need,
Will Choak the Tree, that rais'd the Weed.
Of Church Obedience and Submission;
And of that Loyalty which ought
To alwaies be maintain'd and Taught;
A fine Construction to be made,
Of that due Veneration paid
To our good Queen, to whom we owe,
That Safty we enjoy below;
Whose Vertues are by all belov'd,
And Wisdom makes her Reign approv'd;
Which has been blest in Spite of Jars
Domestick, well as Foreign Wars;
Altho' her Lenity has been,
Too great for such a Pow'rful Queen;
And more especially to those,
By Principle Impatient Foes
To Monarchy, who ne'er could rest,
Tho' with the Best of Prince's Blest
But would be gaining still upon 'em,
Till they'd much wrong'd 'em or undone 'em;
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The Oak, Climbs up and Thrives apace;
And if not Pran'd in time of need,
Will Choak the Tree, that rais'd the Weed.
What a Strange dull Infatuation
Must Numb and Stupify the Nation;
If Men for justly Setting forth,
Their Duty and their Sov'reign's Worth;
The Joy and Comfort they have in
Th' Establish' Church and rightful Queen;
Affirming by their utmost Troth,
That they're resolv'd to stand by Both;
Against all Popish Plots and Traytors,
And vile Republick Innovators;
Must for such Solemn Vows as these,
Such timely good Assurances;
Be Counted Jacobites by Knaves,
Who want to make the Land their Slaves;
Be mumbl'd by their Bull-dog Writers,
Those fiery Barkers tho' no Biters;
Who with their Foolish Rage alarm
Poor Zelous Fools to keep 'em Warm,
Whilst their own Party do the Harm;
So Whigs of old, when they were bent,
To undermine the Government,
They still Amus'd the giddy Town,
With Popish Plots to hide their own.
Must Numb and Stupify the Nation;
If Men for justly Setting forth,
Their Duty and their Sov'reign's Worth;
The Joy and Comfort they have in
Th' Establish' Church and rightful Queen;
Affirming by their utmost Troth,
That they're resolv'd to stand by Both;
Against all Popish Plots and Traytors,
And vile Republick Innovators;
Must for such Solemn Vows as these,
Such timely good Assurances;
Be Counted Jacobites by Knaves,
Who want to make the Land their Slaves;
Be mumbl'd by their Bull-dog Writers,
Those fiery Barkers tho' no Biters;
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Poor Zelous Fools to keep 'em Warm,
Whilst their own Party do the Harm;
So Whigs of old, when they were bent,
To undermine the Government,
They still Amus'd the giddy Town,
With Popish Plots to hide their own.
Since to be Loyal to the Throne,
And faithful to the Corner-Stone;
Friends to our Ancient Constitution,
Against all further Revolution;
True to the Int'rest of the Nation,
Without the least Prevarication;
Obedient Peaceful well Content,
With the late Act of Settlement;
Is to be what, the Whigs in Spite,
Are pleas'd to call a Jacobite;
I wish themselves but half as Just,
As those they'd have the Throne Distrust;
And that they had no worse Designs,
Carr'd on in their Republick Mines;
Against the Kingdom than by those,
Their Scriblers call' the Nation's Foes;
Then might they say we had Abus'd 'em,
And not like Brother Christians us'd 'em;
But 'tis the old Fanatick Cunning,
When they themselves full tilt are Running
Into a Common-Wealth, to Cry,
Beware of Popish Tyranny;
Just so they Serv'd that Pious Prince,
Whose fall the Traitors work'd long since;
Blam'd him, when they were basely bent,
To blow up Kingly Government;
Because he would not freely lay,
His Sceptre down and so betray
That Power, which they Snatch'd away.
And faithful to the Corner-Stone;
Friends to our Ancient Constitution,
Against all further Revolution;
True to the Int'rest of the Nation,
Without the least Prevarication;
Obedient Peaceful well Content,
With the late Act of Settlement;
Is to be what, the Whigs in Spite,
Are pleas'd to call a Jacobite;
I wish themselves but half as Just,
As those they'd have the Throne Distrust;
And that they had no worse Designs,
Carr'd on in their Republick Mines;
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Their Scriblers call' the Nation's Foes;
Then might they say we had Abus'd 'em,
And not like Brother Christians us'd 'em;
But 'tis the old Fanatick Cunning,
When they themselves full tilt are Running
Into a Common-Wealth, to Cry,
Beware of Popish Tyranny;
Just so they Serv'd that Pious Prince,
Whose fall the Traitors work'd long since;
Blam'd him, when they were basely bent,
To blow up Kingly Government;
Because he would not freely lay,
His Sceptre down and so betray
That Power, which they Snatch'd away.
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CANTO XV. The former boastings of the Review groundless, the Whiggish Story of the D*****h threatning the Bank of England, the Whigs Addresses, and the purport thereof.
The
Whigs were now Enrag'd to see
The Church express such Loyalty;
And give such Solemn Protestations,
Against their Sly Insinuations;
And those ill Principles the Brood,
Were introducing if they Cou'd;
By giving e'ery Heathnish Notion
The Saanction of the Revolution;
As Cunning Knaves by gilding Brass,
For Gold, make Worthless Mettle Pass;
But wiser Heads found out the Cheat,
And prov'd their Tenets Counterfetr;
By rubbing off the outward Case,
And shewing all within was Base;
This blest discov'ry, timely made,
Thro' all the Kingdom quickly spread;
And open'd the deluded Eyes,
Of Trimming Fools and pleas'd the wise;
Frighted the Magazine of Pow'r,
Which they'd long boasted of before;
And tho' for Years their Scribes had Courted,
Old Legeon yet the Knave deserted;
And left their Pious Cause to shew,
The Rog'ry of their fam'd Review;
The Church express such Loyalty;
And give such Solemn Protestations,
Against their Sly Insinuations;
And those ill Principles the Brood,
Were introducing if they Cou'd;
By giving e'ery Heathnish Notion
The Saanction of the Revolution;
As Cunning Knaves by gilding Brass,
For Gold, make Worthless Mettle Pass;
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And prov'd their Tenets Counterfetr;
By rubbing off the outward Case,
And shewing all within was Base;
This blest discov'ry, timely made,
Thro' all the Kingdom quickly spread;
And open'd the deluded Eyes,
Of Trimming Fools and pleas'd the wise;
Frighted the Magazine of Pow'r,
Which they'd long boasted of before;
And tho' for Years their Scribes had Courted,
Old Legeon yet the Knave deserted;
And left their Pious Cause to shew,
The Rog'ry of their fam'd Review;
Where are his pow'rful Magazine,
With which he threatn'd Church and Q****n,
And frighted poor unthinking Fools,
T'Espouse their Odious Principles;
Where are his Whiggish Legeons fled,
Those Windy Fantoms in his Head;
That were to worry all High-Flyers,
And pull down Organs, Bells and Quires;
That Presbiterian Ordination,
Might Crown our further Reformation;
And Sacred Lawn become the Joke,
Of each Fanatick Band and Cloak.
With which he threatn'd Church and Q****n,
And frighted poor unthinking Fools,
T'Espouse their Odious Principles;
Where are his Whiggish Legeons fled,
Those Windy Fantoms in his Head;
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And pull down Organs, Bells and Quires;
That Presbiterian Ordination,
Might Crown our further Reformation;
And Sacred Lawn become the Joke,
Of each Fanatick Band and Cloak.
Where's all the People all good Men,
And his alls o'er and o'er again;
That were so fully well agreed,
The Church should with the Whiggs Concede;
And yield her Worship and her Rites,
To Saints more mad than Bedlamites;
Why truly all his mighty Alls,
Which to his Aid so oft he Calls;
His Low Church Legeons and his Mobs,
His London Swarms and Country Hobs;
His Men of Sense and Mag- of Pow'r,
Prove High and so they were before;
So bouncing Knaves will oft set forth,
Their Stock, their Credit and their Worth;
Who if Examin'd will be found
So far in Debt, so run a Ground,
They cant' pay Three-Pence in the Pound.
And his alls o'er and o'er again;
That were so fully well agreed,
The Church should with the Whiggs Concede;
And yield her Worship and her Rites,
To Saints more mad than Bedlamites;
Why truly all his mighty Alls,
Which to his Aid so oft he Calls;
His Low Church Legeons and his Mobs,
His London Swarms and Country Hobs;
His Men of Sense and Mag- of Pow'r,
Prove High and so they were before;
So bouncing Knaves will oft set forth,
Their Stock, their Credit and their Worth;
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So far in Debt, so run a Ground,
They cant' pay Three-Pence in the Pound.
The Whiggs beginning now to see
The Church had Strip'd their Falacy;
Of all that Politick disguise,
That Skreen'd their Tricks from weaker Eyes,
Grew very much Disturb'd to find
Their Cause was going down the Wind;
That all their Boasted Moderation
Was now too weak to hide their Passion;
And only Serv'd to let us know,
They cry'd up what they ne'er would Show;
And Recommended, to Amuse
The Kingdom, what they could not use;
So the Learn'd Æsculapian Brothers,
Are forward to Prescribe to others;
Those Doses which themselves can't take
For their own Health and Safty's Sake.
The Church had Strip'd their Falacy;
Of all that Politick disguise,
That Skreen'd their Tricks from weaker Eyes,
Grew very much Disturb'd to find
Their Cause was going down the Wind;
That all their Boasted Moderation
Was now too weak to hide their Passion;
And only Serv'd to let us know,
They cry'd up what they ne'er would Show;
And Recommended, to Amuse
The Kingdom, what they could not use;
So the Learn'd Æsculapian Brothers,
Are forward to Prescribe to others;
Those Doses which themselves can't take
For their own Health and Safty's Sake.
Now Whiggish Lies about were thrown,
T'Amuse and terrify the Town;
And all their little vain Efforts,
Were back'd with Insolent reports;
Malicious Scandalous Romances,
The Dregs of their Invet'rate Fancies;
So groundless that each Man of Sense,
Blush'd at their daring Impudence.
T'Amuse and terrify the Town;
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Were back'd with Insolent reports;
Malicious Scandalous Romances,
The Dregs of their Invet'rate Fancies;
So groundless that each Man of Sense,
Blush'd at their daring Impudence.
Some broach'd a Monstrous Tale relating,
To H*****d and the Bank of Britain;
And so improv'd the Whiggish Fable,
At Change and e'ery Coffee-House Table;
That some believ'd the Threatning Story,
To th' less'ning of the Kingdom's Glory;
And fancy'd that we must thro' fear,
Be Steer'd and Bully'd by Minhier;
When all was but a Wiggish Sham,
Contriv'd on this side Amsterdam;
A poor Fanatick Low-Church Shift,
To give the Sinking Cause a lift;
Thus Men of restless Disposition,
Spurr'd on by Envy and Sedition;
If once they Aim at others hurt,
And fail in their unjust Effort,
Make Lies their Refuge and Support.
To H*****d and the Bank of Britain;
And so improv'd the Whiggish Fable,
At Change and e'ery Coffee-House Table;
That some believ'd the Threatning Story,
To th' less'ning of the Kingdom's Glory;
And fancy'd that we must thro' fear,
Be Steer'd and Bully'd by Minhier;
When all was but a Wiggish Sham,
Contriv'd on this side Amsterdam;
A poor Fanatick Low-Church Shift,
To give the Sinking Cause a lift;
Thus Men of restless Disposition,
Spurr'd on by Envy and Sedition;
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And fail in their unjust Effort,
Make Lies their Refuge and Support.
But had we been so low reduc'd,
By being Treach'rously abused;
As really to have been affear'd of,
Those Threats we have so lately heard of;
And that our Rulers had been aw'd,
By Saucy Dictates from aboard;
Who are the Traytors, who the Tribe,
That brought us to so low and Ebb?
And are the same still fit to be
The props of Church and Monarchy?
Who have by breaking down their Fences,
Expos'd them to such Insolences?
No sure 'tis time to stop the Gap,
That we may further ills escape;
And pinion those that have undone us,
By Basely letting in upon us
A Flood of Mischiefs that must Drown
The Church, the Kingdom and the Crown;
Unless prevented e'er they flow
Too fast and too Tempestious grow;
The Farmer timely mends the Breach,
He finds in either Hedg or Ditch;
And sends those Cattle to the Pound,
That makes a Trespass on his Ground;
Like Measures are the only way,
To Tame more headstrong Brutes then they;
Who if not Curb'd and Manag'd duly,
Will grow still more, and more, unruly;
But if once handl'd shrink like Snails,
And draw their Horns into their Shells.
By being Treach'rously abused;
As really to have been affear'd of,
Those Threats we have so lately heard of;
And that our Rulers had been aw'd,
By Saucy Dictates from aboard;
Who are the Traytors, who the Tribe,
That brought us to so low and Ebb?
And are the same still fit to be
The props of Church and Monarchy?
Who have by breaking down their Fences,
Expos'd them to such Insolences?
No sure 'tis time to stop the Gap,
That we may further ills escape;
And pinion those that have undone us,
By Basely letting in upon us
A Flood of Mischiefs that must Drown
The Church, the Kingdom and the Crown;
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Too fast and too Tempestious grow;
The Farmer timely mends the Breach,
He finds in either Hedg or Ditch;
And sends those Cattle to the Pound,
That makes a Trespass on his Ground;
Like Measures are the only way,
To Tame more headstrong Brutes then they;
Who if not Curb'd and Manag'd duly,
Will grow still more, and more, unruly;
But if once handl'd shrink like Snails,
And draw their Horns into their Shells.
What Noisy Clamours, do they make?
What disobedient Freedoms take?
What Liberties their Writers use?
How modest are their fam'd Reviews?
Where Sov'raign Pow'r is made their Sport,
And Pelted with such Factious Dirt;
That all of Modesty or Sense,
Who read his matchless Impudence,
Bulsh at his rude and daring Pen,
So vile reproachful and Prophane;
And Judge by his Fanatick Spite,
He's Curs'd above all Men that Write;
And doom'd to be a wretch'd Tooll
To Knaves that would Usurp the Rule;
Who are to weak to bear the Sway,
And too Rebellious to Obey.
What disobedient Freedoms take?
What Liberties their Writers use?
How modest are their fam'd Reviews?
Where Sov'raign Pow'r is made their Sport,
And Pelted with such Factious Dirt;
That all of Modesty or Sense,
Who read his matchless Impudence,
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So vile reproachful and Prophane;
And Judge by his Fanatick Spite,
He's Curs'd above all Men that Write;
And doom'd to be a wretch'd Tooll
To Knaves that would Usurp the Rule;
Who are to weak to bear the Sway,
And too Rebellious to Obey.
The Whiggish Tribe were now agriev'd
To see the Church so well receiv'd
At Court, for standing by the Throne,
When Faction was so Rampant grown;
So Pert, so Insolent and Warm,
That they were Aiming to disarm
The Church, of Doctrines that agree,
With Scripture, well as Mornarchy;
That by that means the Sov'raign Pow'r,
Might be left weak and insecure;
And all Obedience to a King
Become a wild Precarious thing;
Depending on the various minds
Of those more fickle than the Winds;
Yet these good Whiggs we must allow
The only faithful Subjects now;
Tho' e'ery step they take we see,
Encroaches on the Monarchy;
And on the Church that does defend
The Throne, and is its surest Friend;
But if ye dare give Credit to
That modest Libel the Review;
Where you may find the Whigs to be
The only Sons of Loyalty;
Because their works have made it known,
They alwayes were for pulling down
The Church Establish'd and the Crown,
What Sov'raign therefore can distrust
Subjects so Pious and so Just?
Who keep their old Opinion, still;
And when they durst Rebel they will.
To see the Church so well receiv'd
At Court, for standing by the Throne,
When Faction was so Rampant grown;
So Pert, so Insolent and Warm,
That they were Aiming to disarm
The Church, of Doctrines that agree,
With Scripture, well as Mornarchy;
That by that means the Sov'raign Pow'r,
Might be left weak and insecure;
And all Obedience to a King
Become a wild Precarious thing;
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Of those more fickle than the Winds;
Yet these good Whiggs we must allow
The only faithful Subjects now;
Tho' e'ery step they take we see,
Encroaches on the Monarchy;
And on the Church that does defend
The Throne, and is its surest Friend;
But if ye dare give Credit to
That modest Libel the Review;
Where you may find the Whigs to be
The only Sons of Loyalty;
Because their works have made it known,
They alwayes were for pulling down
The Church Establish'd and the Crown,
What Sov'raign therefore can distrust
Subjects so Pious and so Just?
Who keep their old Opinion, still;
And when they durst Rebel they will.
However now to shew they were,
As Loyal as they say they are;
The Saints began with all their art,
To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court,
In such Addresses as might best
Open the Windows of their Breast,
That Sacred Majesty might see
Their Ancient Love and Loyalty;
And that they now ador'd their Prince,
Just as they us'd to do long since,
And were, unto our G****s Q****n,
The same as they had ever been;
Pointing most Loyally to those
They would have deem'd the Nations Foes,
Meaning the Church, least they themselves,
Should now be thought those wicked Elves;
Who by their Malice, Heat and Fury
Had rais'd up the Tempestous Flurry,
Which blew with such Precipitation,
Against the Sons of Moderation,
That many meetings met with harm,
And suffer'd greatly in the Storm;
Whilst those that rais'd the Wind so High,
Beheld the danger with an Eye
Of fear, unable to foresee,
What the strange Consequence might be;
Thus Conjurers of Common Weal,
who do with Restless Spirits deal;
In Spite of all their cunning may
Raise Devils that they cannot lay.
As Loyal as they say they are;
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To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court,
In such Addresses as might best
Open the Windows of their Breast,
That Sacred Majesty might see
Their Ancient Love and Loyalty;
And that they now ador'd their Prince,
Just as they us'd to do long since,
And were, unto our G****s Q****n,
The same as they had ever been;
Pointing most Loyally to those
They would have deem'd the Nations Foes,
Meaning the Church, least they themselves,
Should now be thought those wicked Elves;
Who by their Malice, Heat and Fury
Had rais'd up the Tempestous Flurry,
Which blew with such Precipitation,
Against the Sons of Moderation,
That many meetings met with harm,
And suffer'd greatly in the Storm;
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Beheld the danger with an Eye
Of fear, unable to foresee,
What the strange Consequence might be;
Thus Conjurers of Common Weal,
who do with Restless Spirits deal;
In Spite of all their cunning may
Raise Devils that they cannot lay.
The end of the Fifth and last Part.
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