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Nero or a Caligula: though they have not seen the one who reads Davila, may trace your practices all man, they can help their imagination by a statue along. There were the same pretences for reof him, and find out the colouring from Suetonius formation and loyalty, the same aspersions of the and Tacitus. Truth is, you might have spared one king, and the same grounds of a rebellion. I know side of your Medal: the head would be seen to not whether you will take the historian's word, who more advantage if it were placed on a spike of the says it was reported, that Poltrot, a Hugonot, murTower, a little nearer to the Sun; which would dered Francis duke of Guise, by the instigations of then break out to better purpose.

Theodore Beza, or that it was a Hugonot minister, You tell us in your preface to the No-protestant otherwise called a presbyterian, for our church abPlot, that you shall be forced hereafter to leave off hors so devilish a tenet, who first writ a treatise of your modesty: I suppose you mean that little the lawfulness of deposing and murdering kings of which is left you: for it was worn to rays when you a different persuasion in religion: but I am able to put out this Medal. Never was there practised prove, from the doctrine of Calvin, and principles such a piece of notorious impudence in the face of of Buchanan, that they set the people above the an established government. I believe, when he is magistrate; which, if I mistake not, is your own dead, you will wear him in thum-rings, as the Turks fundamental, and which carries your loyalty no did Scanderbeg; as if there were virtue in his bones further than your liking. When a vote of the to preserve you against monarchy. Yet all this house of commons goes on your side, you are as while you pretend not only zeal for the public good, ready to observe it as if it were passed into a law; but a due veneration for the person of the king. but when you are pinched with any former and But all men who can see an inch before them, may yet unrepealed act of parliament, you declare that easily detect those gross fallacies. That it is ne- in some cases you will not be obliged by it. The cessary for men in your circumstances to pretend passage is in the same third part of the No-proboth, is granted you; for without them there could | testant Plot; and is too plain to be denied. The be no ground to raise a faction. But I would ask late copy of your intended association, you neither you one civil question, what right has any man wholly justify nor condemn; but as the papists, among yon, or any association of men, to come when they are unopposed, fly out into all the panearer to you, who, out of parliament, cannot be geantries of worship; but in times of war, when considered in a public capacity, to meet as you they are hard pressed by arguments, lie close indaily do in factious clubs, to vilify the government trenched behind the council of Trent: so now, in your discourses, and to libel it in all your writ- when your affairs are in a low condition, you dare ings? Who'made you judges in Israel ? Or how is not pretend that to be a legal combination; but it consistent with your zeal for the public welfare, whensoever you are afloat, I doubt not but it will to promote sedition? Does your definition of loyal, be maintained and justified to purpose. For inwhich is to serve the king according to the laws, deed there is nothing to defend it but the sword : allow you the licence of traducing the executive it is the proper time to say any thing, when men power with which you own he is invested? You have all things in their power. complain, that his majesty has lost the love and In the mean time, you wonld fain be nibbling at confidence of his people; and, by your very urg- a parallel betwixt this association, and that in the ing it, you endeavour what in you lies to make him time of queen Elizabeth. But there is this small lose them. All good subjects abhor the thought of difference betwixt them, that the ends of the one arbitrary power, whether it be in one or many: if are directly opposite to the other: one with the you were the patriots you would seem, you would queen's approbation and conjunction, as head of it; not at this rate incense the multitude to assume it; the other without either the consent or knowledge for no sober man can fear it, either from the king's of the king, against whose authority it is manifestly disposition or his practice; or even, where you designed. Therefore you do well to have recourse would odiously lay it, from his ministers. Give us to your last evasion, that it was contrived by your leave to enjoy the government and benefit of laws enemies, and shuffled into the papers that were under which we were born, and which we desire to seized; which yet you see the nation is not so transmit to our posterity. You are not the trustees easy to believe as your own jury; but the matter of the public liberty: and if you have not right to is not difficult, to find twelve men in Newgate who petition in a crowd, much less have you to inter- would acquit a malefactor. meddle in the management of affairs; or to arraign I have only one favour to desire of you at partwhat you do not like; which in effect is every ing, that when you think of answering this poem, thing that is done by the king and council. Can you would employ the same pens against it, who you imagine that any reasonable man will believe have combated with so much success against Abyou respect the person of his majesty, when it is salom and Achitophel : for then you may assure apparent, that your seditious pamphlets are stuffed yourselves of a clear victory, without the least with particular reflections on him? If you have reply. Rail at me abundantly; and, not to break the confidence to deny this, it is easy to be evinced a custom, do it without wit: by this method you from a thousand passages, which I only forbear to will gain a considerable point, which is wholly to quote, because I desire they should die and be for- wave the answer of my arguments. Never own gotten. I have perused many of your papers; and the bottom of your principles, for fear they should to show you that I have, the third part of your No- be treason. Fall severely on the miscarriages of protestant Plot is much of it stolen from your dead government; for if scandal be not allowed, you author's pamphlet, called the Growth of Popery; are no freeborn subjects. If God has not blessed as manifestly as Milton's Defence of the English you with the talent of rhyming, make use of my People is from Buchanan De Jure Regni apud Sco- poor stock and welcome: let your verses run upout tos: or your first Covenant and new Association my feet: and for the utmost refuge of notorious from the holy league of the French Guisards. Any blockheads, reduced to the last extremity of sense,

turn my own lines upon me, and in utter despair | The word, pronounc'd aloud by shrieval voice,
of your own satire, make me satirize myself. Latamur, which, in Polish, is rejoice.
Some of you have been driven to this bay already; The day, month, year, to the great act are jo.o'd:
but, above all the rest, commend me to the non- And a new canting holiday design'd.
conforinist parson, who writ the Whip and Key. Five days he sat, for every cast and look;
I am afraid it is not read so much as the piece Four more than God to finish Adam tvok.
deserves, because the bookseller is every week cry. But who can tell what essence angels are,
ing help at the end of his Gazette, to get it off. Or how long Heaven was making Lucifer?
You see I am charitable enough to do him a kind- Oh, could the style that copy'd every grace,
ness, that it may be published as well as printed; And plough'd such furrows for an eunuch face,
and that so much skill in Hebrew derivations may Could it have form'd his ever-changing will,
not lie for waste-paper in the shop. Yet I half The various piece had tir'd the graver's skill!
suspect he went no further for his learning, than A martial hero first, with early care,
the index of Hebrew names and etymologies, which Blown, like a pigmy by the winds, to war.
is printed at the end of some English Bibles. If A beardless chief, a rebel, ere a man:
Achitophel signify the brother of a fool, the author So young his hatred to his prince began.
of that poem will pass with his readers for the next Next this, how wildly will ambition steer!
of kin. And porhaps it is the relation that makes A vermin wriggling in th' usurper's ear.
the kindness. Whatever the verses are, buy them Bartering his venal wit for sums of gold,
up, I beseech you, out of pity; for I hear the con- He cast himself into the saint-like mould;
venticle is shut up, and the brother of Achitophel Groan'd, sigb'd, and pray'd, while godliness was gain,
out of service.

The loudest bagpipe of the squeaking train.
Now footmen, you know, have the generosity to But, as 'tis hard to cheat a juggler's eyes,
make a purse for a member of their society, who His open lewdness he could ne'er disguise.
has had his livery pulled over his cars: and even There split the saint; for hypocritic zeal
protestant socks are bought up among you out of | Allows no sins but those it can conceal.
veneration to the name. A dissenter in poetry Wboring to scandal gives too large a scope :
from sense and English will make as good a pro- Saints inust not trade; but they may interlope.
testant rhymer, as a dissenter from the church of Thi ungodly principle was all the saine;
England a protestant parson. Besides, if you en- But a gross cheat betrays his partner's game.
courage a young beginner, who knows but he may Besides, their pace was formal, grave, and siack;
elevate his style a little above the vulgar epithets His nimble wit outran the heary pack.
of prophane, and saucy Jack, and atheistic scrib- Yet still he found his fortune at a stay;
bler, with which he treats me, when the fit of Whole droves of blockheads choking up his way;
enthusiasm is strong upon him: by which well- | They took, but not rewarded, his advice;
mannered and charitable expressions I was certain Villain and wit exact a double price.
of his sect before I knew his name. What would Power was his aim: but, thrown from that pretence,
you have more of a man? He has damned me in the wretch turn'd loyal in his own defence;
your cause from Genesis to the Revelations: and And malice reconcil'd him to his prince.
has half the texts of both the Testainents against

Him, in the anguish of his soul he serv'd; me, if you will be so civil to youselves as to take Rewarded faster still than he deserv'd. him for your interpreter; and not to take them Behold himn now exalted into trust; for Irish witnesses. After all, perhaps, you will

His counsel 's oft convenient, seldom just. tell me, that you retained him only for the open- Ev’n in the most sincere advice he gave ing of your cause, and that your main lawyer is He had a grudging still to be a knave. yet behind. Now if it so happen he meet with no The frauds he learu'd in his fanatic years. more reply than his predecessors, you may either Made him uneasy in his lawful gears. conclude, that I trust to the goodness of my cause,

At best as little honest as he could,
or fear my adversary, or disclain him, or what you And like white witches mischievously good.
please; for the short of it is, it is indifferent to vour To his first bias longingly he leans;
humble servant, whatever your party says or thinks And rather would be great by wieked means.
of him.

Thus fram'd for ill, he loos’d our triple hold;
Advice unsafe, precipitous, and bold.
From hence those tears! that lium of our woe!

Who helps a powerful friend, fore-arms a foe.

What wonder if the waves prevail so far,

When he cut down the banks that made the bar ? Of all our antic sights and pageantry,

Seas follow but the'r nature to invade; Which English ideots run in crowds to see,

But he by art our native strength betray'd. The Polish Medal bears the prize alone:

So Samson to his foe bis force confest; A monster, more the favourite of the town

And to be shorn, lay slumbering on her breast. Than either fairs or theatres have shown.

But when this fatal comisel, found too late, Never did Art so well with Nature strive;

Expos'd its author to the public hate; Nor ever idol seem'd so much alive:

When his just sovereign, by no iinpious way So like the man; so golden to the sight,

Could be seduc'd to arbitrary sway; So base within, so counterfeit and light.

Forsaken of that hope, he shifts his sail, One side is fill'd with title and with face ;

Drives down the current with a popolar gale, And, Jest the king should want a regal place, And shows the fiend confess'd without a veil. On the reverse, a tower the town surveys;

He preaches to the crowd, that power is lent, O'er which our mounting Sun his beams displays. But not convey'd to kingly government;

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That claims successive bear no binding force, Thus men are rais'd by factions, and decry'd ;
That coronation oaths are things of course; And rogue and saint distinguish'd by their side.
Maintains the multitude can never err;

They rack ev'n Scripture to confess their cause,
And sets the people in the papal chair.

And plead a call to preach in spite of laws.
The reason 's obvious; interest never lies :

But that's no news to the poor injur'd page,
The most have still their interest in their eyes; It has been us'd as ill in every age;
The power is always theirs, and power is ever wise. And is constrain'd with patience all to take,
Almighty crowd, thou shortenest all dispute, For what defence can Greek and Hebrew make?
Power is thy essence; wit thy attribute!

Happy who can this talking-trumpet seize ;
Nor faith nor reason make thee at a stay,

They make it speak whatever sense they please!
Thou leap'st o'er all eternal truths in thy Pindaric | 'Twas fram'd at first our oracle t’ inquire;
Athens no doubt did righteonsly decide, (way! But since our sects in prophecy grow higher,
When Phociun and when Socrates were try'd: The text inspires not them, but they the text inspire.
As righteously they did those dooms repent;

London, thou great emporium of our isle,
Still they were wise whatever way they went : O thou too bounteous, thou too fruitful Nile!
Crowds err not, though to both extremes they run; How shall I praise or curse to thy desert?
To kill the father, and recal the son.

Or separate thy sound from thy corrupted part ?
Some think the fools were most as times went then, I call’d thee Nile; the parallel will stand:
But now the world 's o'erstock'd with prudent men. Thy tides of wealth o'ertiow the fatten'd land;
The common cry is ev'n religion's test,

Yet monsters from thy large increase we find,
The Turk's is at Constantinople best ;

Engender'd on the slime thou leav'st behind.
Idols in India; popery at Rome;

Sedition has not wholly seiz'd on thee,
And our own worship only true at home.

Thy nobler parts are from infection free.
And true, but for the time 'tis hard to know Of Israel's tribe thou hast a numerous band,
How long we please it shall continue so.

But still the Canaanite is in the land.
This side to day, and that to morrow burns; Thy military chiefs are brave and true;
So all are God-a'mighties in their turns.

Nor are thy disenchanted burghers few.
A tempting doctrine, plausible, and new;

The head is loval which thy heart commands,
What fools our fathers were, if this be true! But what 's a head with two such gouty hands?
Who, to destroy the seeds of civil war,

The wise and wealthy love the surest way,
Inherent right in monarchs did declare:

And are content to thrive and to obey.
And that a lawful power might never cease,

But Wisdom is to Sloth too great a slave;
Secur'd succession to secure our peace.

None are so busy as the food and knave.
Thus property and sovereign sway at last

Those let me curse; what vengeance will they urge,
In equal balances were justly cast :

Whose ordures neither plague nor fire can purge?
But this new Jehu spurs the hot-month'd horse; Nor sharp experience can to duty bring,
Instructs the beast to know his native force; Nor angry Heaven, nor a forgiving king!
To take the bit between his teeth, and fly

In gospel-phrase their chapmen they betray;
To the next headlong steep of anarchy.

Their shops are dens, the buyer is their prey.
Too happy England, if our good we knew,

The knack of trades is living on the spoil;
Would we possess the freedom we pursue!

They boast ev'n when each other they beguile.
The lavish government can give no more;

Customs to steal is such a trivial thing,
Yet we repine, and plenty makes us poor.

That 'tis their charter to defrand their king.
God try'd us once; our rebel-fathers fought, All hands unite of every jarring sect;
He glutted them with all the power they sought; They cheat the country first, and then infect.
Till, master'd by their own usurping brave, They for God's cause their monarchs dare dethrone,
The free-born s'ıbject sunk into a slave.

And they 'll be sure to make his cause their own.
We loath our manna, and we long for quails : Whether the plotting jesuit lay'd the plan
Ah, what is man when his own wish prevails ! Of murdering kings, or the French puritan,
How rash, how swift to plunge himself in ill! Our sacrilegious sects their guides outgo,
Proud of his power, and boundless in his will! And kings and kingly power would murder too.
That kings can do no wrong, we must believe; What means that traitorous combination less,
None can they do, and must they all receive? Too plain t' evade, too shameful to confess.
Help, Heaven! or sadly we shall see an hour, But treason is not own'd when 'tis descry'd;
When neither wrong nor right are in their power! Successful crimes alone are justify'd.
Already they have lost their best defence,

The men who no conspiracy would find
The benefit of laws which they dispense.

Who doubts? but had it taken, they had join'd,
No justice to their righteous cause allow'd; Join'd in a mutual covenant of defence;
But baffled by an arbitrary crowd.

At first without, at last against, their prince.
And medals grav'd their conquest to record, If sovereign right by sovereign power they scan,
The stamp and coin of their adopted lord.

The same bold maxim bolds in God and man:
The man who laugh'd but once, to see an ass God were not safe, his thunder could they shun;
Mumbling to make the cross-grain'd thistles pass, He should be forc'd to crown another son.
Might laugh again to see a jury chew

Thus, when the heir was from the vineyard thrown,
The prickles of unpalatable law.

The rich possession was the murderer's own.
The witnesses, that leech-like liv'd on blood, In vain to sophistry they have recourse:
Sucking for them was med'cinally good;

By proving their's no plot, they prove 'tis worse;
But, when they fasten'd on their fester'd sore, Unmask'd rebellion, and audacious force;
Then justice and religion they forswore ;

Which, though not actual, vet all eyes may see
Their maiden oaths debauch'd into a whore. 'Tis working in th’immediate power to be:

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For from pretended grievances they rise,

The swelling poison of the several sects, First to dislike, and after to despise.

Which, wanting vent, the nation's health infects, Then cyclop-like in human flesh to deal,

Shall burst its bag; and, fighting out their way, Chop up a minister at every meal :

The various venoms on each other prey. Perhaps not wholly to melt down the king; The presbyter, puff'd up with spiritual pride, But clip his regal rights within the ring.

Shall on the necks of the lewd nobles ride; From thence t' assume the power of peace and war; His brethren damn, the civil power defy, And ease him by degrees of public care.

And parcel out republic prelacy. Yet, to consult his dignity and fame,

But short shall be his reign : his rigid yoke He should have leave to exercise the name; And tyrant power will puny sects provoke ; And hold the cards while commons play'd the game. And frogs and toads, and all the tadpole train, For what can power give more than food and drink, Will croak to Heaven for help, from this devouring To live at ease, and not be bound to think? These are the cooler methods of their crime, The cut-throat sword and clamorous gown shall jar, But their hot zealots think 'tis loss of time; In sharing their ill-gotten spoils of war: On utmost bounds of loyalty they stand,

Chiefs shall be grudg'd the part which they pretend; And grin and whet like a Croatian band,

Lords envy lords, and friends with every friend That waits impatient for the last command. About their impious merit shall contend, Thus outlaws open villany maintain,

The surly commons shall respect deny, They steal not, but in squadrons scour the plain : And justle peerage out with property. And if their power the passengers subdue,

Their general either shall his trust betray, The most have right, the wrong is in the few. And force the crowd to arbitrary sway ; Such impious axioms foolishly they show,

Or they, suspecting his ambitious aim, For in some soils republics will not grow:

In hate of kings shall cast anew the frane; Our temperate isle will no extremes sustain, And thrust out Collatine that bore their name. Of popular sway or arbitrary reign :

Thus inborn broils the factions would engage,
But slides between them both into the best, Or wars of exild heirs, or foreign rage,
Secure in freedom, in a monarch blest,

Till halting vengeance overtook our age :
And though the climate, vex'd with various winds, And our wild labours wearied into rest,
Works through our yielding bodies on our minds, Reclin'd us on a rightful monarch's breast.
The wholesome tempest purges what it breeds,
To recommend the calmness that succeeds.

..... Pudet hæc opprobria, vobis But thou, the pan of the eople's heart:

Et dici potuisse, et non potuisse refelli.
O crooked soul, and serpentine in arts,
Whose blandishments a loyal land have whor'd,
And broke the bonds she plighted to her lord;
What curses on thy blasted name will fall!

Which age to age their legacy shall call;
For all must curse the woes that must descend to all. In times when princes cancell'd Nature's law,
Religion thou hast none : thy mercury

And declarations which themselves did draw;
Has pass'd through every sect, or theirs through thee. When children us’d their parents to dethro:ie,
But what thou giv'st, that venom still remains, And gnaw their way, like vipers, to the crown;
And the pox'd nation feels thee in their brains. Tarquin, a savage, proud, ambitious prince,
What else inspires the tongues and swells the breasts Prompt to expel, yet thoughtless of defence,
Of all thy bellowing renegado priests,

The euvied sceptre did from Tullius spatch,
That preach up thee for God; dispense thy laws; The Roman king, and father by the match,
And with the stum ferment their fainting cause? To form his party, histories report,
Fresh fumes of madness raise; and toil and sweat A sanctuary was open'd in his court,
To make the formidable cripple great.

Where glad offenders safely might resort.
Yet should thy crimes succeed, should lawless power Great was the crowd, and wondrous the success,
Compass those ends thy greedy hopes devour, For those were fruitful times of wickedness;
Thy canting friends thy mortal foes would be, And all, that livid obnoxious to the laws,
Thy God and theirs will never long agree; Flock'd to prince Tarquin, and embrac'd his cause,
For thine, if thou hast any, must be one

'Mongst these a pagan priest for refuge fled; That lets the world and human-kind alone : A prophet deep in godly faction read; A jolly god, that passes hours too well

A sycophant, that knew the modish way
To promise Heaven, or threaten us with Hell: To cant and plot, to flatter and betray,
That unconcern'd can at rebellion sit,

To whine and sin, to scribble and recant,
And wink at crimes he did himself commit. A shameless author, and a lustful saint.
A tyrant theirs; the Heaven their priesthood paints to serve all times he could distinctions coin,
A conventicle of gloomy sullen saints;

And with great ease flat contradictions join :
A Heaven like Bedlam, slovenly and sad,

A traitor now, once loyal in extreme, Fore-doom'd for souls, with false religion, mad. And then obedience was his only theme: Without a vision poets can foreshow

He sung in temples the most passive lays, What all but fools by common sense may know: And wearied monarchs with repeated praise ; If true succession from our isle should fail,

But manag'd awkwardly that lawful part; And crowds profane with impious arms prevail, To vent foul lies and treason was his art, Not thou, nor those thy factious arts engage, And pointed libels at crown'd heads to dart, Shall reap that harvest of rebellious rage,

This priest, and others learned to defame, With which thou flatterest thy decrepit age. First murder injur'd Tullius in his name:

With blackest calumnies their sovereign load, But she more guilty numerous wains did drive
A poison'd brother, and dark league abroad; To crush her father and her king alive;
A son unjustly topp'd upon the throne,

And in remembrance of his hasten’d fall,
Which yet was prov'd undoubtedly his own; Resolv'd to institute a weekly ball.
Though, as the law was there, 'twas his behoof, The jolly glatton grew in bulk and chin,
Who dispossess'd the heir, to bring the proof. Feasted on rapine, and enjoy'd her sin ;
This hellish charge they back'd with dismal frights, | With luxury she did weak reason force,
The loss of property and sacred rights,

Debauch'd good-nature, and cram'd down remorsc; And freedom, words which all false patriots use, Yet when she drank cold tea in liberal sups, As surest names the Romans to abuse.

The sobbing dame was maudling in her cups. Jealous of kings, and always malecontent,

But brutal Tarquin never did relent, Forward in change, yet certain to repent.

Too hard to melt, too wicked to repent;
Whilst thus the plotters needful fears create, Cruel in deeds, more merciless in will,
Tarquin with open force invades the state.

And blest with natural delight in ill.
Lewd nobles join him with their feeble might, From a wise guardian he receiv'd his doom
And atheist fools for dear religion fight.

To walk the 'change, and not to govern Rome.
The priests their boasted principles disown, He swore his native honours to disown,
And level their harangues against the throne. And did by perjury ascend the throne.
Vain promises the people's minds allure,

Oh! had that oath his swelling pride represt, Slight were their ills, but desperate the cure. Rome had been then with peace and plenty blest. 'Tis hard for kings to steer an equal course, But Tarquin, guided by destructive Fate, And they who banish one, oft gain a worse. The country wasted, and embroil'd the state, Those heavenly bodies we admire above,

Transported to their foes the Roman pelf,
Do every day irregularly move;

And by their ruin hop'd to save bimself.
Yet Tullius, 'tis decreed, must lose the crown, Innumerable woes oppress'd the land,
For faults, that were his council's, not his own. When it submitted to his curs'd command.
He now in vain commands ev'n those he pay'd, So just was Heaven, that 'twas hard to tell,
By darling troops deserted and betray'd,

Whether its guilt or losses did excel.
By creatures which his generous warmth had made. Men that renounc'd their God for dearer trade,
Of these a captain of the guards was worst, Were then the guardians of religion made.
Whose memory to this day stands accurst. Rebels were sainted, foreigners did reign,
This rogue, advanc'd to military trust

Outlaws return'd, preferment to obtain, By his own whoredom, and his sister's lust, With frogs, and toads, and all their croaking train, Forsook his master, after dreadful vows,

No native knew their features nor their birth, And plotted to betray him to his foes;

They seem'd the greasy offspring of the earth. The kindest master to the vilest slave,

The trade was sunk, the fleet and army spent; As free to give, as he was sure to crave.

Devouring taxes swallow'd lesser rent;
His baughty female, who, as books declare, Taxes impos'd by no authority;
Did always toss wide nostrils in the air,

Each lewd collection was a robbery.
Was to the younger Tullia governess,

Bold self-creating men did statutes draw,
And did attend her, when, in borrow'd dress, Skill'd to establish villany by law;
She fled by night from Tullius in distress.

Fanatic drivers, whose unjust careers
This wretch, by letters, did invite his foes, Produc'd new ills exceeding former fears.
And us'd all arts her father to depose;

Yet authors here except, a faithful band, A father, always generously bent,

Which the prevailing faction did withstand; So kind, that ev'n her wishes he'd prevent.

And some, who bravely stood in the defence 'Twas now high time for Tullius to retreat,

Of baffled justice and their exil'd prince.
When ev'n his daugbter hasten'd his defeat; These shine to after-times, each sacred namo
When faith and duty vanishd, and no more Stands still recorded in the rolls of Fame.
The name of father and of king he bore :
A king, whose right his foes could ne'er dispute;
So mild, that mercy was his attribute;
Affable, kind, and easy of access;
Swift to relieve, unwilling to oppress;

Rich without taxes, yet in payment just;
So honest, that he hardly could distrust;

When lawless men their neighbours dispossess, His active soul from labours ne'er did cease,

The tenants they extirpate or oppress, Valiant in war, and vigilant in peace :

And make rude havoc in the fruitful soil, Studious with traffic to enrich the land;

Which the right owners plough'd with careful toil, Strong to protect, and skilful to command; The same proportion does in kingdoms hold, Liberal and splendid, yet without excess;

A new prince breaks the fences of the old ! Prone to relieve, unwilling to distress;

And will o'er carcases and deserts reign, In sum, how godlike must bis nature be,

Unless the land its rightful lord regain.
Whose only fault was too much piety!

He gripes the faithless owners of the place,
This king remov'd, th' assembled states thought fit And buys a foreign army to deface
That Tarquin in the vacant throne should sit; The fear'd and bated remnant of their race.
Voted him regent in their senate-house,

He starves their forces, and obstructs their trade;
And with an empty name endow'd his spouse, Vast sums are given, and yet no native paid.
The elder Tullia, who, some authors feign, The church itself he labours to assail,
Drove o'er her father's corpse a rumbling wain: And keeps fit tools to break the sacred pale,

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