In Imitation of Hudibras The Dissenting Hypocrite, or Occasional Conformist; with reflections On Two of the Ring-Leaders, &c. Viz. I. Their Works and Writings. II. Their Professions and Principles. III. Their Qualifications and Parts. IV. Their Persons and Practices [by Edward Ward] |
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In spite of Plague and Fire fullfilling
GOD's Vengeances against King-Killing,
Th'obdurate Whigs persist in Temper,
Are obstinately iidem Semper;
T'oppose Her who is Still the same
Of Her Grand-Father's Faith and Name:
Her MOTTO's to preserve the Crown,
But theirs is meant to pull it down.
When WHITEHALL last was all in Flames,
Near to the helpless gliding Thames,
This glad Incendiary was pleased
To vent his Gall, and have it eased
Of his inhumane dogged Malice
Against the STUART's harmless Palace;
Which never did him any wrong
To make him write its Fun'ral Song:
For little Curs don't bite a Stone,
Till it is fiercely at 'em thrown;
Or hits, or bruises them, or breaks some Bone.
But for detested things committed
By STUARTS there, he thought them fitted
And it a Judgment was but just,
To see it burnt down to the Dust:
As if kind Heaven punish'd Houses
For Persons Crimes, whom he abuses.
How came Fire then not to destroy All,
As well the now call'd Chappel Royal?
Why, He does give us this bold Reason:
Because King Charles, for High Treason,
Was Executed just before it
(For which he must for e'er adore it)
By Publick Justice of the Land;
That Stately Pile does therefore stand.
Thus he, with heinous Joy transported,
Condemns the Place which he once courted.
Sure Cruel Nero did but grin,
Compar'd with Tutchin's merry Pin,
At his own burning Shame and flaming Sin;
As merry then unto the Life,
As when he kist the Miller's Wife;
Who kindled with a new Desire,
Extinguish'd soon his ruder Fire:
He's better far at those Intrigues
Among the purest Female Whigs,
And understands the Petticoat
More than the Politicks he wrote,
E'er since He was a Whiggish Tool,
And did commence an April-Fool.
Let Him enjoy his lewd Amours,
And not disturb the Higher Pow'rs
With Notions as corrupt as his own Whores.
GOD's Vengeances against King-Killing,
Th'obdurate Whigs persist in Temper,
Are obstinately iidem Semper;
T'oppose Her who is Still the same
Of Her Grand-Father's Faith and Name:
Her MOTTO's to preserve the Crown,
But theirs is meant to pull it down.
When WHITEHALL last was all in Flames,
Near to the helpless gliding Thames,
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To vent his Gall, and have it eased
Of his inhumane dogged Malice
Against the STUART's harmless Palace;
Which never did him any wrong
To make him write its Fun'ral Song:
For little Curs don't bite a Stone,
Till it is fiercely at 'em thrown;
Or hits, or bruises them, or breaks some Bone.
But for detested things committed
By STUARTS there, he thought them fitted
And it a Judgment was but just,
To see it burnt down to the Dust:
As if kind Heaven punish'd Houses
For Persons Crimes, whom he abuses.
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As well the now call'd Chappel Royal?
Why, He does give us this bold Reason:
Because King Charles, for High Treason,
Was Executed just before it
(For which he must for e'er adore it)
By Publick Justice of the Land;
That Stately Pile does therefore stand.
Thus he, with heinous Joy transported,
Condemns the Place which he once courted.
Sure Cruel Nero did but grin,
Compar'd with Tutchin's merry Pin,
At his own burning Shame and flaming Sin;
As merry then unto the Life,
As when he kist the Miller's Wife;
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Extinguish'd soon his ruder Fire:
He's better far at those Intrigues
Among the purest Female Whigs,
And understands the Petticoat
More than the Politicks he wrote,
E'er since He was a Whiggish Tool,
And did commence an April-Fool.
Let Him enjoy his lewd Amours,
And not disturb the Higher Pow'rs
With Notions as corrupt as his own Whores.
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