%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The CABAL: / OR, / A Voice of the POLITICKS. / A most pleasant New Play Song. / Here take a view of such as fain wou'd be / Counted State-Wits, but want their Policy; / And yet go clad in Cloaks of Knavery. / Here's all the smoaking, sneaking, dribling Crew, / Painted, and set before the Readers view; / Who wou'd be something that you never knew. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/29/2021 36794

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R227647 NOw England grows mad, / with strange Faction divided, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 68 The CABAL: / OR, / A Voice of the POLITICKS. / A most pleasant New Play Song. / Here take a view of such as fain wou'd be / Counted State-Wits, but want their Policy; / And yet go clad in Cloaks of Knavery. / Here's all the smoaking, sneaking, dribling Crew, / Painted, and set before the Readers view; / Who wou'd be something that you never knew. The CABAL: OR, A Voice of the POLITICS. A most pleasant New Play Song. Here take a view of such as fain would be Counted State Wits, but want their Policy; And yet go clad in Cloaks of Knavery. Here's all the smoking, sneaking, dribbling Crew, Painted, and set before the Readers view; Who would be something that you never knew. ?-? J.W. J.C. W.T. and T.P.

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NOw England grows mad, with strange Faction divided, Each one has his Humor, and Raves if deny'd it: The Whigg in Cabals, does mutter Mis-prision, And Tory with Dammees, holds Whigg in Derision. Each Fop would be counted a Grave Politician, And prates his loud Non-sence, without Intermission; Whilst smoaking his Nose, o're fumes of dull Coffee, Pretended State-Reasons, a thousand he'l quaff ye. Another beyond him, sits soberly Piping, Whilst his dull Wits, to the purpose do ripen: Then outs with his Budget, and tells you a Story, And still in the mid'st, falls a Ranting at Tory. And vows he is Wicked, whilst in the same breathing, Himself to the Devil, he's fairly bequeathing, By using his Lungs for to blow up Sedition, Betwixt Prince and People, to raise a Division. Another beyond him, o're Pamphlets sits brooding, Spending his Verdict, still as he's persuing:
And swelling like Julius, the late famous Caesar, Swears he could make Comments, were he but at leisure. Another crys Hark! did you hear of the Wonder? Yes, faith, says his Neighbour, they say it did Thunder: Aye, that's a sure Sign, says the Coffee-House-keeper, That we e're long shall have Mackerel Cheaper. Another comes in at a Door that is private, And listens to hear what the Politicks drive at: With his Mouth at half cock, he demurely stands gaping, And when he sees time, he most loudly does open. And Rails against all that profess themselves Loyal, Swearing to Babylon, that they hie all: But if a Stranger does happen to enter, They then are silent, as Earth's deepest Center. These, these are the Bubles that trouble our quiet, And suck in Sedition, more nat'ral than Diet: Who would prescribe Rules, such as none did know yet, And are Politicians, had they Wit to shew it.
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