Poems on Affairs of State | ||
Upon Mr. Neal's projecting new Taxes.
In vain the harass'd People striveTo keep their gasping Trade alive,
If Bankrupt Neal, whom all Stars curse,
Has the disposal of their Purse;
He Ante manum will advance
Our future Rents for present Chance,
And leave our Children like his own
To gnaw upon a Naked Bone,
And we our selves this Year shall be
Turn'd to a Million Lottery,
Where for two Thousand that get Plums
Ninety eight thousand suck their Thumbs.
Then rouze your selves, ye Men of Lands,
Of English Hearts and unbrib'd Hands,
And rescue us from being Slaves
To Home-bred Fools or Foreign Knaves;
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Yet let us not at home be nickt.
Poems on Affairs of State | ||