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He shakes the dust against the ungrateful race, And leaves the stench of ordures in the place. Oft has he flatter'd and blasphem'd the fame; For in his rage he spares
he spares no Sovereign's name : The hero and the tyrant change their style By the fame measure that they frown or smile. When well receiv’d by hospitable foes, 2461 The kindness he returns, is to expose: For courtesies, though undeserv'd and great, No gratitude in felon-minds beget; As tribute to his wit, the churl receives the treat.
2465 His praise of foes is venomously nice; So touch'd, it turns a virtue to a vice: " A Greek, and bountiful, forewarns us
twice.” Seven facraments he wisely does disown, Because he knows Confession stands for one ; Where fins to facred silence are convey'd, 2471 And not for fear, or love, to be betray'd : But he, uncallid, his patron to controul, Divulg’d the secret whispers of his soul; Stood forth the accusing Satan of his crimes, And offer'd to the Moloch of the times. 2476 Prompt to affail, and careless of defence, Invulnerable in his impudence, He dares the world ; and eager
a name, He thrusts about, and justles into fame,
Frontless, and satire-proof, he fсowers the streets,
Such was, and is the Captain of the Test,
proud; Gave time to fix their friends, and to feduce the crowd.
2495 They long their fellow-subjects to inthral, Their patron's promife into question call, And vainly think he meant to make them
lords of all. False fears their leaders fail'd not to suggest, As if the Doves were to be difpoffefs’d'; Nor sighs, nor groans, nor gogling eyes did
want; For now the Pigeons too had learn'd to cant. The houfe of prayer is ftock'd with large in
creafe ; Nor doors, nor windows can contain the press :
For birds of every feather fill the abode;
request : They thought it great their Sovereign to con
troul, And nam'd their pride, nobility of foul. 2514
'Tis true, the Pigeons, and their prince elect, Were Thort of power, their But with their quills did all the hurt they could, And cuff’d the tender Chickens from their food: And much the Buzzard in their cause did stir, Though naming not the patron, to infer, 2520 With all respect, he was a gross idolater.
Ver. 2519. And much the Buzzard in their cause did fir,
Though naming not the patron, &c.] On the fifth of November, 1684, Burnet preached a sermon in the Rolls chapel against Popery, in which he dropped some oblique reflections on the king. On this account it was ordered he should preach in that place no more, and he foon after found it neceffary to withdraw to Holland. The king demanded him of the states as a traitor, but they refuted to acquiesce. It is said 30001. was ordered to be paid by the treasury to any person that could contrive to deliver him into the king's hands.
But when the imperial owner did espy, That thus they turn’d his grace to villany, Not suffering wrath to discompose his mind, He strove a temper for the extremes to find. So to be just, as he might still be kind ; Then, all maturely weigh’d, pronounc'd a doom Of sacred strength for every age to come. By this the Doves their wealth and state possess, No rights infring’d, but licence to opprefs: 2530 Such power have they as factious lawyers long To crowns, ascrib’d, that Kings can do no
wrong. But since his own domestic birds have try'd The dire effects of their destructive pride, 2534 He deems that proof a measure to the rest, Concluding well within his kingly breaft, His fowls of nature too unjustly were opprest. He therefore makes all birds of
feet Free of his farm, with promise to respect Their several kinds alike, and equally protect. His gracious edict the same franchise yields 2541 To all the wild increase of woods and fields, And who in rocks aloof, and who in steeples
builds : To Crows the like impartial grace affords, And Choughs and Daws, and such republic
Ver. 2537. His fowls of nature &c.] His fowl &c. Original edition,
Secur’d with ample privilege to feed,
Here ends the reign of this pretended
All prophecies accomplish'd from above,
of peace.) 'Tis said, the Doves repented, though too late, Become the smiths of their own foolish fate: Nor did their owner haften their ill hour; But, funk in credit, they decreas'd in
power: Like snows in warmth that mildly pass away, Diffolving in the filence of decay.
TODD, Ver. 2559. The small beginnings had a large increase,] exiguis profecta initiis eò creverit. Livy.