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WISELY an Observator said (Who knew our State full well) England need never be afraid, Or seek out for a Foreign Aid, Our Dangers to Repel. But then he never did suppose Our Army near so small; Or Statesmen to oblige their Foes, Should with seven Thousand wipe our Nose: A Force like none at all. This Vote made Lewis give a Smile And Laugh within his Sleeve; Scarce did he Credit it a while, Brittain shou'd for his Glory toil, Which now he does believe. But when again such Men were chose As did our Force Disband; He found our Ruine follow'd close, And had no Reason to oppose, Such as went Hand in Hand. S---m---r forgets he was a Slave, When in his Younger years, He was the Sp---r and a K---; And not so much inclin'd to Save, Or think upon our Fears. But then there lay a Patent by To Gratifie his Pride; On which he often cast an Eye, And on the Stop did wonder why Totness was not supplyed. Resenting an Affront like this, He forthwith veers about, Mad that he did Preferment miss, (A Feather fit for Pride like his) And Courts the fickle Rout. But his Designs are understood, The matter's very plain: Pretending for his Countreys good, He since has acted all he cou'd, To keep his Prince in Pain. For a long time he he cou'd not Swear, With a nice Conscience bred; Nor take an Oath against an Heir, That to a Monarrh did Repair, At least till he was Dead.
But when All-Conquering Gold was brought, Which Glisten'd in his Eyes; Quickly a Miracle was wrought, (Exeter knows it was no Fault) They that have Wealth are Wise. M---s---ve has Parts, and Eloquence, And others say speaks well, Tho' Young Kit met a Recompence, To bring his Father to his Sense, Spight did the Guilt Repel. Nothing can Bias stout Sir Kit, Civility is Vain, For he must Exercise his Wit, And sometimes did at Random hit, Which Credit did obtain. H---r---rt pretends unto the Law, And makes a fearful din; As little Sense as e'er I saw, His Judgement brittle as a Straw, And oftner out than in. F---n---ch, he has Sense and Rethorick, And seems of S---m---rs Kidney. His Lungs do to the Quarrel stick, And once was very Politick, And some think hard on Sidney. H---m---nd, he runs among the Herd; Is Violent and Strong; Wou'd fain seem Grave without a Beard: But he needs never to be feard. His Judgement is too Young. Jack H--- sets up for one of Sense, Does for a Patriot stand. Most wonder at his Impudence! That he thereto should lay Pretence, Who was the Courts Disband. He who was reckon'd the Buffoon, In former Parliaments. Fickle and Changing, like the Moon; Till French Gold came he was undone, Now Vents his Discontents. But most Men wonder that Sir Batt So Eager is to rail: Yet why should we admire at that? Since his Profession is to chat, But seldom does prevail. A Some
(2) Some (he had heard) by Speeches rise, And to Preferment leap; But such had Merit, and were Wise, And did not Foreigners despise, Nor after Faction creep. Never for Rebells did Harrangue, Nor Tenter-Hook the Law; But left the Criminal to Hang, one Foot did the other bang, To keep Mankind in Awe. The Fam'd Civilian who can write; Of Parliamental Power, If he has Judgment he has Spite, And goes beyond the matter quite, A sort of second SHOWER. Upon Records he spends his Ink, He Writes at such a Rate: To prove what few did ever think, Unless depriv'd of Sense in Drink, Yet of a Plodding Pate, Gr---nv---le, he Stroles unto the Fairs To get himself Renown; Yet for this Faction he declares, And to their Club at Night Repairs, To Regulate the Crown. The times are likely sure to mend. When Pr---r Rules the State; Pr---r the Noble DORSETS Friend (For whom the Learned World Contend) Justly deserves his Hate.
Bl---hw---t, with Proud Imperious Face, And Forehead made of Brass; Forgets the Honour of his Place; Does all true Policy Disgrace, And for a Fool may pass. P---w---s, shall Marshal up the Rear, With Rethorick Debate; And tho' good Natur'd he appear, Yet all his Services will steer To undermine the State. These are the Jury which were struck. To try Britanias Claim: And how cou'd we expect good Luck, From such as did with LEWIS truck, To their Eternal Shame- Conclusion. OThers below the Dignity of Rhime, Shall 'scape my Satyr till another time. Twellve Men like these, a Nation might undo, And let 'em, if again we trust 'em, too. No, no, fair Britain, at her Wrongs awakes: Finds what ye mean, and other methods takes. Your Popularity at last Expires, And Men of better Tempers she requires: Dispis'd at home, mutter your Discontent, And know the Nation spoke her mind by KENT.
London, Printed for the Information of the Free-holders of England, 1701.