 | The Fall of Bob : or, The Oracle of Gin |  |
Say; hast thou not of Usurpation read;
Read, of a Tyrant in his mimick Throne,
By Avarice and Cruelty entour'd,
Rule with an Iron Rod an harrass'd Land,
Oppress the virtuous and the nobly born;
Raise from the Dunghills, Miscreants, whose Souls
Were form'd for Mischief, and whose innate Hate
Of what was good, made 'em fit Tools of Pow'r?
Hast thou not read of Desolation dire,
Of solemn Murders, sanctify'd by Law;
Of Judges, who have set their Souls to Sale,
And traffick'd in the Blood of Innocence?
Hast thou not too, of a Sham Senate read,
A Sham Protector, and his Standing Troops,
Which stain'd with Blood the Face of Liberty,
And drove the beauteous Goddess from our Isles?
Yet Scarce such Ills deserve the Name of Woe,
When with the Loss of Darling GIN compar'd.
Anonyn.
Read, of a Tyrant in his mimick Throne,
By Avarice and Cruelty entour'd,
Rule with an Iron Rod an harrass'd Land,
Oppress the virtuous and the nobly born;
Raise from the Dunghills, Miscreants, whose Souls
Were form'd for Mischief, and whose innate Hate
Of what was good, made 'em fit Tools of Pow'r?
Hast thou not read of Desolation dire,
Of solemn Murders, sanctify'd by Law;
Of Judges, who have set their Souls to Sale,
And traffick'd in the Blood of Innocence?
Hast thou not too, of a Sham Senate read,
A Sham Protector, and his Standing Troops,
Which stain'd with Blood the Face of Liberty,
And drove the beauteous Goddess from our Isles?
Yet Scarce such Ills deserve the Name of Woe,
When with the Loss of Darling GIN compar'd.
Anonyn.
| The Fall of Bob : or, The Oracle of Gin | |