The Poetical Entertainer Or, Tales, Satyrs, Dialogues, And Intrigues, &c. Serious and Comical. All digested into such Verse as most agreeable to the several Subjects. To be publish'd as often as occasion shall offer [by Edward Ward] |
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Truth without Dissembling:
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Truth without Dissembling:
OR, A Merry Ballad on the Times.
Since Gold is the God of the Nation,Which every Side does adore,
There is no other Quarrel in Fashion,
But what's for the Purse and the Pow'r.
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Will never sit easily down,
But thinks he's too little rewarded,
Perhaps, for betraying the Crown.
Why blame we the D---e and the D---ss,
For aiming to make all their own,
Since M---hy halts upon C---s,
And the C---h is as lame as the T---e?
But now, God be thank'd, there's no Danger,
New Oliver Plots but in vain;
And, as well as his Petticoat-Ranger,
Is banish'd the Presence of Ann.
Or else a Usurping Protector,
Perhaps, might have govern'd the State,
But Britain, Good Heav'n direct her,
Tho' foolish, is wiser than that.
Yet, alas, should our present Translator,
Who such Mighty Wonders hath done,
Prove a Whig at the last, 'tis no matter
Whether govern'd by R--- or J---,
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Of every Party that Rules,
We shall ne'er have an end of our Troubles,
Till rid of our Knaves and our Fools.
Of which we have no Expectation,
Till some for their Insolence pay,
And the foolish degenerate Nation
Learns Wisdom enough to Obey.
If this does not speedily happen,
That the Whigs may be kept in some awe,
We at last must determine by Weapon,
What we now might decide by the Law.
And if so, some, in spight of their Cunning,
The Fate of their Rival may share,
And, for Safety, be glad to be running,
E'relong, into Gallican Air.
But if he be sound at the bottom,
His Projects all honestly laid,
Neither Faction, nor Hell that begot 'em,
Can injure a Hair of his Head.
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