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 | Poems on Affairs of State |  |
The QUIETUS.
How fleeting is Honor? Who'd strive to be Great,
Or glitter with Pomp in a Car of the State,
When so oft 'tis attended with Phaeton's Fate?
Or glitter with Pomp in a Car of the State,
When so oft 'tis attended with Phaeton's Fate?
Applauses and Glory may prop 'em awhile,
The King and the Council alike on 'em smile,
Till at length they are caught and trapp'd in a Toil.
The King and the Council alike on 'em smile,
Till at length they are caught and trapp'd in a Toil.
When S---s first handl'd the Purse and the Mace,
His Wit might have told him in Clarendon's Case,
He attempted to sit in a Quicksilver Place.
His Wit might have told him in Clarendon's Case,
He attempted to sit in a Quicksilver Place.
But my Lord he was mortal, and each has his Failing,
He adher'd to the Court, and practis'd wrong Dealing,
Old S---r and M---ve did both fall a Railing.
He adher'd to the Court, and practis'd wrong Dealing,
Old S---r and M---ve did both fall a Railing.
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To his Quietus he was forc'd to submit,
He'd Blots in his Tables he knew would be hit,
Which H---w and some others wou'd never acquit.
He'd Blots in his Tables he knew would be hit,
Which H---w and some others wou'd never acquit.
The King and the Council, as some do surmise,
Do juggle together, and seem to advise,
While a crafty old Fox rules all in Disguise.
Do juggle together, and seem to advise,
While a crafty old Fox rules all in Disguise.
The Measures are taken from S---d's Nod,
Who in old Macchiavel's Maxims has trod;
To pleasure his Prince he'd forfeit his God.
Who in old Macchiavel's Maxims has trod;
To pleasure his Prince he'd forfeit his God.
A Politick Jack, who in Times is a Peeper,
Own'd S---s had Faults, but W---'s would be deeper,
Then whip goes the Seal, and adieu my Lord K---r.
Own'd S---s had Faults, but W---'s would be deeper,
Then whip goes the Seal, and adieu my Lord K---r.
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