For from pretended grievances they rise,
First to dislike, and after to despise.
'Then cyclop-like in human flesh to deal,
Chop up a minifter at every meal :
Perhaps not wholly to melt down the King;
But clip his regal rights within the ring.
From thence to assume the power of
And ease him by degrees of public care.
Yet to consult his dignity and fame,
He should have leave to exercise the name;
And hold the cards while commons play'd the game.
For what can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
These are the cooler methods of their crime,
But their hot zealots think 'tis loss of time;
On utmost bounds of loyalty they ftand,
And grin and whét like a Croatian band;
That waits impatient for the last command.
Thus outlaws open villainy maintain,
They steal not, but in squadrons scour the plain:
And if their power the passengers subdue,
The most have right, the wrong is in the few.
Such impious axioms foolishly they show,
For in some foils republics will not grow :
Our temperate isle will no extremes suftain,
Of popular sway or arbitrary reign:
But slides between them both into the best,
Secure in freedom, in a monarch bleft,
And tho' the climate vex'd with various winds,
Works thro' our yielding bodies on our minds,
The wholesome tempeft purges what it breeds,
To recommend the calmness that succeeds.
But thou, the pander of the people's hearts,
O crooked soul, and serpentine in arts,
Whose blandishments a loyal land have whor'd,
And broke the bonds the plighted to her lord;