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Fab. XIII. Of the other Members conspiring against the Belly.
Once on a Time the Hands and Feet
With Back, and Loins, and Bum, did meet
In a Rebellious Consult, where
The B---ch as Speaker took the Chair,
And with an uncouth hollow sound
The following Treason did propound:
Brethren, quoth he, you know the Head
Makes us to toil and sweat for Bread,
Yet nothing to our Lot doth fall,
But idle Gut consumes it all.
My Friends, if you'l be rul'd by me,
We will shake off this Tyranny.
If Head and Belly will have Meat,
Let them toil for't with Hands and Feet.
Agreed, says Back, I vow and swear,
For them I'll no more Burdens bear.
Content, says Bum, if't be your Will;
For I love dearly to sit still.
Says Feet, I'll no more Errands run.
The Loins say, Brethren, it is done.
The Hands vow they would work no more,
And wish they'd been as wise before.
The Members thus in Holy League,
Did bless themselves for this Intrigue.
But suddenly the Hands grew weak,
The Feet grew numb, the Loins did shake,
The Back was feeble, the Bum grew poor,
And Breech the Chair-man loud did roar,
Pray cram the Gut, and we'll rebel no more.
With Back, and Loins, and Bum, did meet
In a Rebellious Consult, where
The B---ch as Speaker took the Chair,
And with an uncouth hollow sound
The following Treason did propound:
Brethren, quoth he, you know the Head
Makes us to toil and sweat for Bread,
Yet nothing to our Lot doth fall,
But idle Gut consumes it all.
My Friends, if you'l be rul'd by me,
We will shake off this Tyranny.
If Head and Belly will have Meat,
Let them toil for't with Hands and Feet.
Agreed, says Back, I vow and swear,
For them I'll no more Burdens bear.
Content, says Bum, if't be your Will;
For I love dearly to sit still.
Says Feet, I'll no more Errands run.
The Loins say, Brethren, it is done.
The Hands vow they would work no more,
And wish they'd been as wise before.
The Members thus in Holy League,
Did bless themselves for this Intrigue.
But suddenly the Hands grew weak,
The Feet grew numb, the Loins did shake,
The Back was feeble, the Bum grew poor,
And Breech the Chair-man loud did roar,
Pray cram the Gut, and we'll rebel no more.
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It's hop'd this will not be forgot
By those who form'd the Tunbridge Plot.
Old Æsop was a man of Sense,
Such Doctrines never did dispense,
That People should refuse Support,
And pine themselves to starve the Court.
By those who form'd the Tunbridge Plot.
Old Æsop was a man of Sense,
Such Doctrines never did dispense,
That People should refuse Support,
And pine themselves to starve the Court.
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