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R22521 NOw the Reformer of the Court and Stage, / The common Beadle of this wilful Age, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 133178 THE / CABAL. THE CABAL. THE CABAL. 1680-1680

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NOw the Reformer of the Court and Stage, The common Beadle of this wilful Age, Has with impartial hand whipt Sovraign Sin, In me it is but manners to begin. To correct Vice keen Satyr may prevail, Beyond the Law, when preaching Block-heads sail; For Law and Satyr from one Fountain flow, Were not men vicious there would be no Law: And to cry up this saucy Cant a Rule For lawful Satyr, proves a Wit a Fool; To rail at State, and Monarchs ill intreat, They cry, tis good, because the Subjects great; As Man was only placd in Paradise, To nibble on the Fruit for which he dies. Can Owls and Woodcocks with the Eagle play, And not in danger to become a prey? What ist to lash a King, and Council-Table, When I myself am kickd by the Town-rabble? Nor do I covet, matters for my Rhimes, The greatest Persons; but the greatest Crimes. What ist to me who keeps a Miss, whos Wed, Or who got costly Carwells Maidenhead? Who got the better ont, the Peer or Knight? What Lord was drunk, or Lady sw--- last night? These are the crying Crimes; yet one may do All these, and be an honest Subject too: But to supplant the Government, and cry Allegiance down, and rail at Monarchy; To make Cabals, and by a bold Petition Imbroil the Nation in a new Sedition; To sowse Rebellion, lay up Plots in pickle, And make each Tavern-bar a Conventicle: This would become a Muses excellence, To whip the Club into Allegiance. Who would not be affected as Sir Car, As proud as Mulgrave, dull as de la Ware; As poor as Fish, who lost himself and Prince In one Debauch, and nere was sober since: Rather than that insatiate Beast of prey Worries the Flock to make himself away? Those harmless men find a more safe aboad, Who quit unlawful paths to keep the Road. Tis strange, that Humane wisdom ever shoud Err most, under pretence of doing good: And those wise men that would prescribe us Rules For Government, prove either Knaves or Fools. Witness the Catiline that left Whitehall To be made President of the Cabal: So hes in play, (provided theres no blows) It matters not, the New, or the Old Cause: Has through all points of Government run his rounds, As Gore the Compass did, with Bloud and Hounds: But sooner may you fix the Northern wind, Than hope this Weathercock will be confind. Nature made him a perverse wight, whose Nose Extracts the Essence of his Gouty Toes; Double with Head to Tail he crawls apart: His Bodys th Emblem of his double Heart. In the Court-Sun he wriggles like a Snail; Touch but his Horns, he shrinks into his Shell. Rould like a Hedg-hog up, he shews his Snout, And at the Council-Table makes a rout, Gainst Charles and the Succession domineers; If ought oppose him, he has Forks and Spears: Like a vile Scullar, he abjures the Realm, And sinks the Bark, cause hes not chief at Helm; Then cries, All hands to pump a Leakish Keel, And stops it up with Julians Conger-eel, That when a Ball piercd the Broad-side, evn then Clapt in the hole, and savd Sir Edwards men. The ways to keep him there; if he get through Secure himself, he drowns the Ship and Crew.
If to the Ocean back again hes bent, The Rabble, hes in his own Element. There let him Plot, and nere behold the Sun, Till he has through all Seas of Folly run, Under pretext of Wit to be undone. Like the late Duke, who, from a glorious Bully, Retird from Court, to be the Citys Cully; The Citys Minion; now, their scorn and sport, There more despisd, than once adord at Court: Who did his Fall so wittily contrive, In quaint disguise to Riot, Rant, and Sw---; And when h has lost himself in Infamy, Revile the State, and rail at Monarchy; The only means true Glory to pursue, And must be the best way, because tis new. Would any Hewson from the Court retreat To th Stall, under disguise of being Great, And only for to merit Vulgar praise; Rather than not be popular, be base? So once an Emperor, as Stories say, Exchangd his Scepter for a Ferula, And, only proud to prove himself a Fool, Did quit the Throne, to keep a petty School; Yet this was great, while only for the noise Of Sovraign power, he Lords it oer the Boys: Look to it, York; the Nation first shall bleed, Ere the two Kings of Brainford shall succeed. Put him aside, --- as he has done, Ill lay; For should I more upon this Subject say, It were, like his Estate, but thrown away. Shall Perkin scape, whose early offering Invokd the Club, ere he attond the King? What though hes Banishd? yet the Rump may plead Old Magna Charta, though the House be fled. And though you will not make him King; yet he May justly claim a Subjects liberty: But this secures him from our sharpest shot, He was not Oates enough to make a Plot; And Satyr upon him is evn almost, As well as preaching unto Armstrong, lost. Hallif--- for Empire has as great an Itch, As ever Dog had for his salt swoln Bitch; His plumes impt with Ambition, up he flies, And to be something melts evn in the Skies: While th humble wretch at home lies prostrate down To all the barking Beagles of the Town. Young Devon too does in the Club intrude, To be applauded by the Multitude: With zeal to King and Country he abounds; Keep with the Hare, and open with the Hounds: Now of the Court, now of the City free; Mistakes Prerogative for Liberty. How well a Regiment would him become, If the loud Commons did but beat the Drum? My Masters, Vote it, Sirs; a Prohibition: I cant in Conscience brook the new Commissions: To levy Forces, and assign Commanders, Is Treason in the King gainst France or Flanders; But if the House command me, though I starve, Ill quit Wine, Whores, Allegiance, to serve. Gray better far might slight his Soveraigns bounty, He had a Regiment within his County, And power enough besides to back his Cause, Would Rowley venture but a broken Nose. Appease this mouthing Cerberus with a Bone, Honours a dainty Crust to pick upon: While his dear Doxy makes a shift to rub The business out with Monmouth; he the Club: And Rowlstone leads the Van, while they combine, And humbly beg their Soveraign to resign. How Faction, and the quenchless thirst of Rule, Hurries to ruine the Ambitious Fool;
Whose busie Soul, puft up with popular sway, Will scarce be ever humbled to obey! The Earl whose Spouse had such a spacious Poop, As swallowd up Ned Brabzon, and his Troop, Who was lately Lord Lieutenant of the Realm, Seemd a good Pilot while he sate at Helm; But when he was deposd, he overthrew His Masters Cause, and sided with the Crew. Now Bedford found he had the worst oth lay, Having more wit or honesty than they, Sneakd off, and left the Club his Game to play; When he had also led em to the Perch, Like Buckingham, he left em in the lurch, At such a juncture of a time, and odly, As Peyton for his Highness left the Godly; Or Escrick Howard, to become a bawler, Withdrew from Court to cry up busie Waller. These are the men that all the Bustle make, And Empire check meerly for Empires sake: They lay their Stamp on the Revolting Darling, And in that Club make Treason pass for Sterling. There are some other Beagles of the Pack, That make a noise the Royal Chase to back: As when a Mastiff opens in the dark, The little Dogs will shake their tails and bark; And though the foremost Hound but start the Hare, The rest will mouth it as they claimd a share, Who follow by the scent, and scarce have sense To judge twixt Treason and Allegience. As Fops meet in the Pit, to damn a Play, Not what they know, but by what others say: Unmeaning --- Fools, who, something to be at, Follow the leading Cucko, like the Bat, And justly merit, as they are despisd, Rather to be rejected than chastisd. So bawling Huntingdon, and Kent the mute, With noise and nonsence fill up the dispute: And while the Club proclaims the lawless strife, One is the Drum, and th other is the Fife. What shall we say of Falconbridge, Bridgwater? Or Cherbury, or dull Denbigh shall I flatter? Who in the Synod drudge like Gally-slaves, And buy the Stock, to make a Gleek of Knaves: Like Beasts, insensible of wrong, they stray, And find a Pound, quitting the Kings High-way. And last, behold in Triumph to their Follies, In Nols own Coach of State, comes Loyal Hollis, Who sold the Father by an old Commission, And purchases the Son with a Petition. Now whether has the better ont; the Club, Or the Five Members did the Royal job? This is the Bakers dozen makes the Rump, And little Wallers Leaven to the lump. When Bedford civilly had made his Leg, The Club engenderd, and brought forth an Egg; Which, like Grand Cairo, for a quick dispatch Hot Monsieur Parliament must sit and hatch. Rowley began to puff, and shake his Noddle, And told em in plain terms their Brood was addle; That to a Rump he never more would give Away his Birthright, or Prerogative: Then, like a God which from his voice did leap, Dissolvd that Chaos and confused heap. Bravely he spake, and wisely he performd, While still the Club against the Council stormd: Who, rather than from Faction would be free, Or touch no more of the forbidden Tree, Would damn themselves, and their Posterity.
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