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The Hieroglyphick.

Come Painter, take a prospect from this Hill,
And on a well-spread Canvas shew thy Skill:
Draw all in Colours as they shall appear,
And as they stand in merit place them there.
Draw, as the Heralds do, a spacious Field;
And, as directed, so let that fill'd.
First, draw a Popish Army brisk and gay,
Fighting, and beat, destroy'd, and run away.
Then draw a Hearse, and let it stand in view,
The Mourners more, far more than they're in shew,
Cursing their Fate, their Stars, and in that fear,
Shew, if thou canst, how those damn'd Sots prepare
To run, or stay and skulk in holes alone:
By them, this Motto, Gallows claim thy own.
Now, to the Life, let thy brisk Pencil shew
Distinctly what they are, and what's their due.
Now draw a crowd of Priests prepar'd to run,
Like broken Merchants when their stock is gone;
Some howling out their Prayers, forget and say,
Save us St. Ketch: Are all our Saints away?
Draw them in hurry, running to and fro,
Posting to Dover, Portsmouth, Tyburn too.
Next draw a croud of Lords. This Label by,
The great Design is lost. Alas, they cry,
Who'd serve a Cause of such curst Destiny?
Now draw four Priests, shew how they Rome adore,
And each mans Scarf hang to be seen before.
Two brace of Bishops, fallen to despair,
Arm'd Cap-a-pe, but running God knows where.
Now shew the Judges, and with them thy skill,
That all who see it done, may say, 'tis well;
In Caps and Gowns, as they in order sate
'Twixt Heaven and Earth do thou them elevate;
For their grave Noddles can dispence with that.
Now draw the little Rogues, the Scoundrel Crew,
Knights, Knaves, and Beggars, they must have their due,
G*db*ry, B*ler, ay, and others too.
Amidst thus croud, on a fit spot of Land,
To crown the work, let a large Gallows stand;
All trembling by, arm'd with their guilt and fears,
Kneel to this Image, and pour out their Prayers,
And then die by Suffocation.