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Of a Tall Stature, and of Sable Hue;
Much like the Son of Kish, that Lofty Jew:
Twelve years compleat he suffered in Exile,
And kept his F---thers Asses all the while.
At length by wonderful Impulse of Fate,
The People call him Home to help the State;
And what is more, they send him Money too,
And Cloath him All, from Head to Foot, a new.
Nor did he such small Favours then disdain,
But in his Thirtieth year began his Reign:
In a slasht Doublet then he came ashore,
And dubb'd poor P---mer's Wife his Royal Wh---
Bishops and Deans, Peers, Pimps, and Knights he made,
Things highly fitting for a Monarch's trade;
With Women, Wine, and Viands of Delight,
His Jolly Vassals feast him Day and Night:
But the Best Times have ever some allay,
His younger Brother dy'd by Treachery.
Bold James survives, no dangers make him flinch,
He Marries Seignior Fal---h's pregnant Wench:
The Pious Mother Queen hearing her Son
Was thus Enamour'd on a Buttered Bun;
And that the Fleet was gone in Pomp and State
To fetch, for Charles, the Flow'ry Lisbon Kate,
She Chaunts Te Deum, and so comes away,
To wish her hopefull Issue timely Joy;
Her most Uxurious Mate she rull'd of old;
Why not with easie youngsters make as Bold?
From the French Court she haughty Topicks brings,
Deludes their Plyant Nature with vain things;
Her mischief-breeding Breast did so prevaile,
The new got Flemish 'Town was set to sail;
For these and Germains Sins she Founds a Church,
So slips away, and leaves us in the Lurch.
Now the Court-Sins did every place defile,
And Plagues, and War, fell heavy on the Isle.
Pride nourisht Folly, Folly a Delight
With the Batavian Common-wealth to fight:
But the Dutch Fleet fled suddenly with Fear,
Death and the Duke so dreadful did appear.
The dreadful Victor took his soft Repose,
Scorning pursuit of such Mecannick Foes.

But now Y---k's Genitals grew over-hot,
With D***ham and Carneige's infected Plot;
Which, with Religion, so inflam'd his Ire,
He left the City when 'twas got on Fire:
So Philip's Son, inflamed with a Miss,
Burnt down the Palace of Persepolis.
Foild thus by Venus, he Bellona wooe's,
And with the Dutch a second War renews.
But here his French bred Prowess prov'd in vain,
De Ruyter claps him in Sole Bay again.

This Isle was well reform'd, and gain'd Renown,
Whilst the brave Tudor's wore th'Imperial Crown:
But since the Royall Race of St***s came,
It has recoyl'd to Popery, and Shame.
Misguided Monarchs, rarely Wise or Just;
Tainted with Pride, and with impetuous Lust.

Should we the Black Heath Project here relate,
Or count the various Blemishes of State,
My Muse would on the Reader's Patience grate.

The poor Priapus King led by the Nose
Looks as a thing set up to scare the Crows;
Yet in the Mimicks of the Spinstrian sport,
Out does Tiberius, and his Goatish Court.
In Love's Delights none did him e'er excel,
Not Tereus with his Sister Philomel.
As they at Athens, we at Dover meet,
And gentlier far the Orleans Dutchess treat.
What sad Event attended on the same,
We'll leave to the Report of Common Fame.

The Senate, which should head-strong Princes stay,
Let loose the Reins, and give the Realm away;
With lavish hands they constant Tributes give,
And Annual Stipends for their Guilt receive;
Corrupt with Gold, they Wives and Daughters bring
To the Black Idol for an Offering.
All but Religious Cheats might justly swear,
He true Vice-gerent to old Molock were.

Priests were the first Deluders of Mankind,
Who with vain Faith made all their Reason blind;
Not Lucifer himself more proud than they,
And yet preswade the World they must obey;
'Gainst Avarice and Luxury complain,
And practice all the Vices they arraign.
Riches and Honour thy from Lay-men reap,
And with dull Crambo feed the silly Sheep.
As Killigrew Buffoons his Master, they
Droll on their God, but a much duller way;
With Hocus Pocus, and their Heavenly slight
They gain on tender Consciences at Night.
Who ever has an over-zealous Wife,
Becomes the Priests Amphitrio, during life.
Who would such Men Heavens Messengers believe,
Who from the Sacred Pulpit dare deceive.
Baal's wretched Curates Legerdemain'd it so,
And never durst their Tricks above-board shew,

When our first Parents Paradise did grace,
The Serpent was the Prelate of the place;
Fond Eve did for this subtil Tempter's sake,
From the Forbidden Tree the Pippin take.
His God and Lord this Preacher did betray,
To have the weaker Vessel made his Prey.
Since Death and Sin did humane Nature blot,
The chiefest Blessings Adam's Chaplain got.

Thrice wretched they, who Nature's Laws detest,
And trace the ways fantastick of a Priest;
Till native Reasons basely forc'd to yield,
And Hosts of upstart Errors gains the Field.
My Muse presum'd a little to disgress,
And touch her holy Function with my Verse.
Now to the State again she tends direct,
And does on Giant L***dale reflect.
This haughty Monster, with his ugly Claws,
First temper'd Poyson to destroy our Laws;
Declares the Councils, Edicts are beyond
The most Authentick Statutes of the Land:
Sets up in Scotland A-la-mode de France;
Taxes, Excise, and Armies does advance.
This Saracen his Country's Freedom broke,
To bring upon our Necks the heavier Yoke:
This is the Savage Pimp, without dispute,
First brought his Mother for a Prostitute.
Of all the Miscreants that e're went to Hell,
This Villain-Rampant beares away the Bell.

Now must my Muse deplore the Nation's Fate,
Like a true Lover, for her dying Mate.

The Royal Evil so malignant grows,
Nothing the dire Contagion can oppose.
In our Weal-publick scarce one thing succeeds,
For one Man's weakness a whole Nation bleeds,
Ill-luck starts up, and thrives like evil weeds.
Let Cromwell's Ghost smile with contempt to see
Old England strugling under Slavery.

His Meager Highness now has got a stride,
Does on Britannia, as on Churchil ride.

White-liver'd D--- for his swift Jack-call.
To hunt down's Prey, and hopes to Master all.

Clifford and Hide before had lost the Day;
One hang'd himself, and the other ran away;
'Twas want of Wit and Courage made them fail,
But O***ne and the D***ke must needs prevail.
The D***ke now vaunts with Popish Mermydons,
Our Fleets, our Ports, our Cities, and our Towns,
Are Man'd by him, or by his Holiness,
Bold Irish Ruffians to his Court Address:
This is the Collony to plant his Knaves,
From hence he picks and culls his Murthering Braves.
Here for an Ensign, or Lieutenant's place,
They'll kill a Judge or Justice of the Peace.
At his Command Mac will do any thing;
He'll burn a City: or destroy a King.
From Tiber came th'Advice-Boat monthly home,
And brought new Lessons to the Duke from Rome.
Here with curs'd Precepts, and with Councils dire,
The godly Cheat-King (would be) did inspire;
Heaven had him Chieftain of Great Britain made;
Tells him the Holy Church demands his Aid,
Bad him be bold, all Dangers to defy,
His Brother, sneaking Heretick, should dye:
A Priest should do it, from whose sacred stroke
All England straight should fall beneath his Yoke.
God did Renounce him, and his Cause disown,
And in his stead had plac'd him on his Throne.
From Saul the Land of Promise thus was rent,
And Jess's Son plac'd in the Goverment:
The Holy Scripture vindicates his Cause,
And Monarchs are above all humane Laws.

Thus said the Scarlet Whore to her Gallant,
Who streight design'd his Brother to supplant:
Fiends of Ambition here his Soul possest,
And Thirst of Empire Calentur'd his Breast.

Hence Ruine and Destruction had ensu'd,
And all the People bin in Blood imbru'd,
Had not Almighty Providence drawn near,
And stopt his Malice in its full career.

Be wise you Sons of Men, tempt God no more,
To give you Kings in's wrath to vex you sore:
If a King's Brother can such Mischiefs bring,
Then how much greater Mischiefs such a King?