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NOw the Reformer of the Court and Stage, The common Beadle of this wilful Age, Has with impartial hand whipt Sov'raign Sin, [In me it] is bu[t] manners to begin. [To] correct Vice keen Satyr may prevail, [Beyond] the Law, when preaching Block-heads fail; [For L]aw 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 la]wful Satyr, proves a Wit a Fool; [To ra]il at State, and Monarchs ill intreat, [They] cry, 'tis good, because the Subject's great; [As] Man was only plac'd in Paradise, [To ni]bble on the Fruit for which he dies. [Can] Owls and Woodcocks with the Eagle play, [And] not in danger to become a prey? [Wh]at is't to lash a King, and Council-Table, [Wh]en I myself am kick'd by the Town-rabble? [Nor] do I covet, matters for my Rhimes, [The] greatest Persons; but the greatest Crimes. [Wha]t is't to me who keeps a Miss, who's Wed, [Or w]ho got costly Carwells Maidenhead? [Who] got the better on't, the Peer or Knight? [What] Lord was drunk, or Lady sw--- last night? [T]hese are the crying Crimes; yet one may do [All th]ese, and be an honest Subject too: [But] to supplant the Government, and cry [Allegianc]e down, and rail at Monarchy; [To m]ake Cabals, and by a bold Petition [Imbro]il the Nation in a new Sedition; [To so]wse Rebellion, lay up Plots in pickle, [And] make each Tavern-bar a Conventicle: [This] would become a Muse's excellence, [To whi]p the Club into Allegiance. [W]ho would not be affected as Sir Car, [As pro]ud as Mulgrave, dull as de la Ware; [As p]oor as Fish, who lost himself and Prince [In one] Debauch, and ne're was sober since: [Rath]er than that insatiate Beast of prey [Wo]rries the Flock to make himself away? [Tho]se harmless men find a more safe aboad, [Who] quit unlawful paths to keep the Road. ['Tis] strange, that Humane wisdom ever shou'd [Err most, under] pretence of doing good[:] [And those wise] men that would prescribe us Rules [For Governme]nt, prove either K[n]aves or Fools. [Witness the] Catiline that left [W]hitehall [To be] made President of the Cabal: [So he's] in play, (provided the[re's no blow]s) [It matte]rs not, the New, or the [Old] Caufe: [Has thr]ough all points of Government run his rounds, [As Gore] the Compass did, with Bloud and Hounds: [But s]ooner may you fix the Northern wind, [Than] hope this Weathercock will be confin'd. [Natu]re made him a perverse wight, whose Nose [Extra]cts the Essence of his Gouty Toes; [Doubl]e with Head to Tail he crawls apart: [His Body']s th' Emblem of his double Heart. [In the Co]urt-Sun he wriggles like a Snail; [Touch but] his Horns, he shrinks into his Shell. [Roul'd lik]e 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 he's not chief at Helm; [Then cries,] All hands to pump a Leakish Keel, [And stops it u]p with Julian's Conger-eel, [That whe]n a Ball pierc'd the Broad-side, ev'n then [Clapt in] the hole, and sav'd Sir Edwards men. [The way']s to keep him there; if he get through [Secure h]imself, he drowns the Ship and Crew.
If to the Ocean back again he's bent, The Rabble, he's in his own Element. There let him Plot, and ne're 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, Retir'd from Court, to be the City's Cully; The City's Minion; now, their scorn and sport, There more despis'd, than once ador'd 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 Hexson 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, Exchang'd 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 Sov'raign power, he Lords it o'er the Boys: Look to it, York; the Nation first shall bleed, E're the two Kings of Brainford shall succeed. Put him aside, --- as he has done, I'll lay; For should I more upon this Subject say, It were, like his Estate, but thrown away. Shall Perkin 'scape, whose early offering Invok'd the Club, e're he atton'd the King? What though he's Banish'd? 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 Subject's liberty: But this secures him from our sharpest shot, He was not Oates enough to make a Plot; And Satyr upon him is ev'n 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 ev'n 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 can't 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, I'll quit Wine, Whores, Allegiance, to serve. Gray better far might slight his Soveraign's 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, Honour's 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 swallow'd up Ned Brab'zon, and his Troop, Who was lately Lord Lieutenant of the Realm, Seem'd a good Pilot while he sate at Helm; But when he was depos'd, he overthrew His Master's Cause, and sided with the Crew. Now Bedford found he had the worst o' th' lay, Having more wit or honesty than they, Sneak'd 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 Empire's 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 claim'd 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 despis'd, Rather to be rejected than chastis'd. So bawling Hu[n]tingdon, and Kent the mute, With noise [and n]onsence fill up the dispute: And while the Cl[ub proclai]ms the lawless strife, One is the Drum, a[nd th' oth]er is the Fife. What shall we say of [Fal]conbridge, 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 King's High-way. And last, behold in Triumph to their Follies, In Nol's 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 on't; the Club, Or the Five Members did the Royal job? This is the Baker's dozen makes the Rump, And little Waller's Leaven to the lump. When Bedford civilly had made his Leg, The Club engender'd, 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, Dissolv'd that Chaos and confused heap. Bravely he spake, and wisely he perform'd, While still the Club against the Council storm'd: 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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