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: thee. containing near two Hundred Verses, were intirely Mr. Dryden's Compositi-ons, besides fome Touches in other places. You will find at the End of this party a true Key to both the Parts.





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Prey were made,
Since Trade began, and Priesthood...

grew a Trade,
Since Realms were form'd, none.

sure. so curt as those That madly their own Happiness oppose; There. Heaven it self, and God-like Kings, in vain. Showr down the Manna of a gentle Reign ; While pamper'd Crowds to mad Sedition run, And Monarchs by Indulgence are undone. Thus David's Clemency was fatal grown, While wealthy Fađion aw'd the wanting Throne. For now their Soy'reign's Orders to contemn Was held the Charter of Jerusalem, His Rights t’invade, his Tributes to refuse, A Privilege peculiar to the Jews ; As if from Heav'nly Call this Licence felly. And Jacob's Seed were chosen to Rebel! VOL. II.

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Achitophel with Triumph sees his Crimes Thus suited to the Madness of the Times; And Abfalom, to make his Hopes succeed, Of flattering Charms no longer stands in need; While fond of Change, though ne'er fo dearly bought, Our Tribes out-strip the Youth's Ambitious Thought; His swiftest Hopes with swifter Homage meet, And crowd their servile Necks beneath his Feer. Thus to his Aid while pressing Tides repair, He mounts and spreads his Streamers in the Air. The Charms of Empire might his Youth mis-lead, But what can our besotted Ifrael plead : Sway'd by a Monarch, whose serene Command Seems half the Blessing of our promis'd Land. Whose only Grievance is excess of Ease ; Freedom our Pain, and Plenty our Disease ! Yęt, as all Folly would lay claim to Sense, And Wickedness ne'er wanted a Pretence, With Arguments they'd make their Treason good, And righteous David's Self with Slanders load : That Arts of foreign Sway he did affe&, And guilty Jebusites from aw protcet, Whofe very Chiefs, conviê, were never freed, Nay we have seen their Sacrificers bleed! Accufers Infamy is urg'd in vain, While in the bounds of Sense they did contain, But soon they launcht into th' unfathom'd Tide, And in the Depths they knew disdain'd to Rider For probable Discoveries to difpence, Was thought below a pension’d Evidence ; Mere Truth was dull, nor suited with the Port Of pamper'd Corah, when advanc'd to Court. No less than Wonders now they will impose, And Projets void of Grace or Sense disclose. Such was the Charge on pious Michal brought, Michal that ne'er was cruel ev’n in Thought, The best of Queens, and most obedient Wife, Impeach'& of curft Designs on David's Life!

His Life, the Theme of her eternal Pray’r,
'Tis scarce so much his Guardian Angels Care.
Not Summer Morns such Mildness can disclose,
The Hermou Lilly, nor the Sharon Rose,
Negleding each vain Pomp of Majesty,
Transported Michal feeds her Thoughts on high.
She lives with Angels, and as Angels do,
Quits Heav'n sometimes to bless the world below.
Where, cherisht by her Bounties plentcous Spring,
Reviving Widows smile, and Orphans fing,
Oh! when rebellious Ifrael's Crimes at height,
Are threatned with her Lord's approaching Fate,
The Diety of Michal chen remain
{a Heaven's Remembrance, and prolong his Reign.

Less Desolation did the Best pursue,
That from Dan's limits to Beersheba New,
Less fatal the repeated Wars of Tyre,
And less Jerufalera's avenging Fire.
With gentler Terrour shefe our State o'er-ran,
Than since our Evidencing Days began!
On every Cheek a pale Confufion fat,
Continu'd Fear beyond the worst of Fate!
Trust was no more, Art, Science, useless made,
All Occupations loft, but Corah's Trade,
Mean while a Guard on inodeft Corab.wair,
If not for safety, needful yet for State.
Well might he deem each Peer and Prince his slave :
And Lord it o'er the Tribes which he could şaye :)
Ev’n Vice in him was Virtue------what fad Fate
But for his Honesty had seiz'd our Srate :
And with what Tyranny had we been curft,
Had Corah never prov'd a Villain first:
I! have told his Knowledge of th’Intrigue in grofs
Had been, alas, to our Deponent's loss :
The travellid Levite had th’Experience got,
To husband well, and make the best of's Ploti
And therefore like an Evidence of skill,
With wife Reserves secur'd his Pension ftill ;


Nor quite of future Pow'r himself bereft,
But Limbo's large for Unbelievers-left.
And now his Writ such Reverence had got,
'Twas worse than Plotting to suspect his Plot.
Some were so well convinc'd, they made no doubt
Themselves to help the founder'd Swearers out.
Some had their Sense impos'd on by their Fear,
But more for Int'reft fake believe and swear :
Ev'n to that height with fome the Frenzy grew,
They rag'd to find their Danger not prove true.

Yet, than all these a Viler Crew remain,
Who with Achitophel the Cry maintain ;
Not arg'd by Fear, nor through misguided Sense,
(Blind Zeal, and Atarving Need had some pretence)
But for the Good Old Cause that did excite
Th’ Original Rebels Wiles, Revenge and Spight.
These raise the Plot, to have the Scandal thrown
Upon the bright Succeffour of the Crown,
Whore Virtue with such Wrongs they had pursu'd,
As seem'd all hope of Pardon to exclude.
Thus, while on private Ends their Zcal is built;
The cheated Crowd applaud and fhare their Guilta

Such Practices as these, too gross to lye
Long unobserv'd by each discerning Eye,
The more judicious Ifraelites Unspeli'd,
Though still the Charm the giddy Rabble held,
Ev'n Abfalom amidst the dazling Beams
Of Empire, and ambition's Aartering Dreams,
Perceives the Plot (too foul to be excus'd)
To aid Designs, no less pernicious, us'd.
And (Filial Sense yet striving in his Breaft)
Thus to Achitophel bis Doubts expreft.

Why are my Thoughts upon a Crown employ'd,
Which once obtain’d, can be but half enjoy'd ?
Not so when Virtue did my. Arms require,
And to my Father's Wars I few intire.
My Regal Pow'r how will my Foes relent,
When I my Self have scarce my owa Consent

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