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O Heav'ns! we now have Signs below,
To let us our Destruction know:
Eclipses, bearded Stars that range,
Are needless to presage our Change.

When Monarch frowns upon the Wise,
And glibly swallows Romish Lyes:
When Demonstration can't convince
A deaf and unbelieving Prince:
When King, by evil Counsel led,
Crushes the Trunk to rear the Head;
And does the Members fiercely sever,
To make 'em calmly come together:
When Popery at Helm shall ride,
And Ignorance our Counsels guide:
When compounded of Ambition,
And the Wrath of Inquisition;
Whom by the Heat of Heart and Tongue,
You'd guess a Lump of Pigeons Dung;
And by fierce Deeds rash and amiss,
You'd think his Blood the Spirit of Piss:
When he, the stubborn Charioteer,
Takes his full uncheck'd Carier;
While Brother, thoughtless of his Crown,
Upon soft Carcase lays him down;
When he's Postilion to the Throne,
And on the Royal Lumber drives,
Protestants, defend your Lives.
What can the Issue of this be,
But loss of Subjects Liberty?
When Presidents of Church and Steeple,
Vote for the Treasurer 'gainst the People:
And Holy Church, that should not favour
Of Carnal Fear, or Princes Favour,
Basely complies with Popish Leven,
Against their Consciences and Heaven:
O, worst of Fates! on our side,
The Clergy now from State divide.
When Crown-Revenues by Bribes are wasted,
And on vile Pensioners exhausted;
When honest Men receive Disgrace,
Turn'd out of Office, and of Place,
And Pow'r beckons from the Throne,
To let the Nation stand alone;
Thinks of new Ways for new Supplies,
And damns the Parliament as Spies:
Prorogues, and then dissolves their Heats,
And gives no time to try Court-Cheats:
What can we think of these Delusions,
But Loss of Safety, and Confusions?
When King to Commons makes fine Speeches,
And draws his Reasons from his Breeches:
When Whores make Monarchs drunk, and rule
By th'idle Grants of a dipp'd Fool:
And Dissolution may be said
Th' Effect of Staggers in the Head;
And Government is a Disease,
Made up of Vice and sensual Ease:
When Bestial King, to's Heart's Content,
Sucks Bourdeaux from the Fundament:
When Cavalier in publick, wars
Against the bubbled Governors,
And swears, he'll not Assistance bring
To a lascivious lazy King,
Whom Whores to various Minds do draw,
Ruling by Leachery, not Law;
Who does his Pimps, not Statesmen trust,
Spending his Brains upon his Lust:
When things are thus perversly sowing,
Poor Ninive is surely going.
When French runs thro the Prince's Veins,
And he by theirs, not our Laws reigns:
When French creeps into Royal Bed,
First charming Codpiece, then the Head:
When Female Buttocks dictate thus,
Good Lord! what will become of us?
Is there no end of Monarch's Itch,
That lolls upon a fulsom Bitch?
And swears upon her nasty Skin,
He'll let the Mass and French Troops in;
Assigns his Crown and Regal Pow'r
To be dispos'd of by a Whore.
Beware, unthinking Ch****es, beware,
Consider, and begin to fear:
For Pope and Lewis are untrue,
Whatever James declares to you.
He's warranted by Holy Mother,
To sham and gull his elder Brother.
When he's to work you to design,
At first he'll soak you well with Wine:
And then to your incestuous Eyes
He'll shew again her Highness' Thighs;
She may expose on Church-Occasion,
Her Popish A--- to the whole Nation.
Zeal wipes away all Impudence,
And greater Crimes are Innocence;
When for the Church's Good intended,
And thus her Highness' Faults are mended,
And Catholick Modesty befriended.
This was a good Attempt at first,
Shews she ne'er bashfully was nurst;
But either liv'd 'mong Shamble-Crews,
Brought up in some Italian Stews,
A Dutchess in our Country known,
A common Strumpet in her own.

From Dukes that are but little better,
From a Whore by Nation and by Nature,
From Kings that reign by their Direction,
And Subjects guide by Devil's Protection,
From a sous'd Pilot at the Helm,
Good Lord deliver this poor Realm.