For tho' indeed they can have no Pretence
With fundamental Contracts to difpenfe,

(For that were Conqueft) yet, thofe Rights maintain❜d, Prerogative is high and unreftrain'd.

In equal-Distance from Extremes we move,
No Tyranny nor Commonwealth approve.
Nor Tyranny, that favage brutal Pow'r,
Which not protects Mankind, but does devour.
Nor Commonwealth, a Monfter, Hydra State,
Whofe many Heads threaten each other's Fate,
And load their Body with unwieldy Weight;
But a fucceffive Monarchy we own,

With all the lawful Sanctions of a Crown.

Such was our old eftablifh'd English Frame, Which might have flourish'd Ages yet the fame, But for this envious Fiend, who ftill prepares. To fow the Seeds of long inteftine Wars. Near the imperial Palaces remains,. Where nothing now but Defolation reigns, (Fatal Prefage of Monarchy's Decline, And Extirpation of the regal Line!) There ftands an antique venerable Pile, Whofe Lords were once the Glories of our Ifle: But now it mourns, that Race of Heroes dead, And droops, and hangs its melancholy Head. This Pile (howe'er for better Ends defign'd, An Emblem of the noble Founder's Mind) Is Faction's Refuge, where he keeps her Court, Where all her darling Votaries refort. Here, when their glorious Naffau fell, they met On new Refolves and Measures to debate.

Say then, my Mufe, their fecret Thoughts difplay, Expofe their dark Defigns to open Day.

This grand Cabal was held at Dead of Night, (For Ghofts and Furies always fhun the Light) Defpair, and Rage, and Sorrow kept 'em dumb, Till *Mora rofe (the Mafter of the Dome)

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152 FACTION DISPLAYED.
Ons to wollor en moi 26 ignel 1A
A ftamm'ring, hot, conceited, laughing Lord; sT
Who prov'd his Want of Senfe insev'ry Wond, I'
When hiffing thus, his fetter'd Tongue broke loble?
I take it as an Honour that you've choseidw ♫0?
For this Debare your humble Servant's Houfe.
The Houfe henceforward fhall recorded iftanda U
As the Palladium of the finking Land, foidwy •
And I to future Ages be renown'died at TedT?
The Party's Bulwark, and the Nation's Mound.
Now Naffau, Nalau, the immortal Naffuu's gone,
We juftly his untimely Herfe bemoanaw I 'od T
O that I could restore his Life again! s es b'xi1'
For who can bear a Woman's fervile Chain??W »
Full of fuch Stuff, he would have givin it Venty!
But that black Ario's Fiercenefs did preventib brA'
*A Scotch feditious, unbelieving Prieft,s b'val 919H *
The brawny Chaplain of the Calves-Head-Frosty T
Who first his Patron, then his Prince betray absoI
And does that Church, he's fworn to guard, invadey
Warm with rebellious Rage, he thus began,ud ba
To talk of calling Life again us väistoŬ genevë
Peace to the Glorious Dead: We justly moun V
His Afhes, ever facred be bis Urn owl di
But here, my Lord, we are together metond-970 1
To vow to Anna's Sceptre endless Hate ni s siA
For fince my Hope of Winton is expir’dz512 edT
With juft Revenge and Indignation fir'd,ib amoë
I'll write, and talk, and preach her Title down,
My thundring Voice shall shake her in the Throne
Do you the Sword, and I'll engage the Gown,bH
A Paufe enfu'd, till Patriarcho's Grace sew
Was pleas'd to rear his huge unweildy Mafs A'
A Mals unanimated with a Soul, sino new ad ¤A
Or elle he'd ne'er be made fo vile a Tools Its bлA
He'd ne'er his Apoftolic Charge prophaned now o
And Atheists and Fanatics Cause maintain);galva 2d2
Dr. Burnet, Biskop of Sarum. Dr. Tenrifon, Archbp. Canterbury,

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At length, as from the Hollow of an Oak, The bulky Primate yawn'd, and Silence broke. A • I much approve my Brother's zealous Heat, Such is the noble Ardour of the Great, On which Succefs and Praife will ever wait. But Fai untaught in Politician's Schools do Unpractisin their Arts and ftudied Rules,T By which they make the wifeft of us Fools; A • The Tafk be therefore your's to forge fome Plot, ' And I'll be ready with my trusty Vote,

Nor e'er give your Commands a fecond Thought, Tho' I were mute, you must confefs I've ftood Fix'd as a Rock amidst the beating Flood, a < Witnefs St. Asaph's and St. David's Caufe, 107 • Where obftinately I tranfgrefs'd the Laws, And did in either Cafe Injustice how, is • Here fav❜d a Friend, there triumph'd o'er a Foe. Then old Myfterio thook his Silver Hairs, edT Loaded with Learning, Prophecy, and Years, Whom factions Zeal to fierce unchriftian Strife br A Had hurry'd in the last Extreme of Life, w aus W Strange Dotage! thus to facrifice his Eafe, iT When Nature whifpers Men to crown their Days With fweet Retirement and religious Peace! Fore-knowledgeftruggled in his heaving Breaft Ere he in thefe dark Terms his Fears expreft. o • The Stars rolk adverfe, and malignant thine, • Some dire Portent fome Comet I'divine! V » • I plainly in the Revelations find it bas ew II'I & That Anna to the Beast will be inclin'dan y » "Howe'er, tho' the and all her Senate frown,

I'll wage eternal War with Parkington,

• And venture Life and Fame to pull him down. As he went on, his Tongue a Trembling Teiz'd, And all his Pow'r and Utterance fupprefs 14 913 10 So when the Sibb felt gh' infpiring God, on 'H She raving foft her Voice, and peechiefs food bra perudvar að qedɔA Dri Lhyl, Bishop of Wad

.10 € Unhappy

Unhappy Church, by fuch Ufurpers fway'd!
How is thy primitive Purity decay'd?

How are thy Prelates chang'd from what they were,
When Laud or Sancroft fill'd the facred Chair?
Laud, tho' with fome traduc'd, with Zeal adorn'd,
Whilft Patriarcho 'is defpis'd' and fcorn'd,
Shall be by me for ever prais'd, for ever mourn'd.
Sancroft's unblemish'd Life, divinely pure,
In its own heav'nly Innocence fecure,

The Teeth of Time, the Blafts of Envy fhall endure.

When for th'eftablish'd Faith they fhould contend, Meeknefs and Chriftian Charity pretend ; But with a blind and unbecoming Rage, For Schifm and Toleration they engage; With ftrange Delight and Eagerness espouse Occafional Conformists fhameful Cause, Opprefs thy Friends, and vindicate thy Foes. Thy guardian Laws to weaken they combine, And tamely thy effential Rights refign; The ancient Truths with modern Gloffes blend, Destroying the Religion they would mend.

So have they broke thy Pale and Fences down; Such Arts have Chriftianity o'erthrown: For Scepticism, that now triumphant reigns, Condemns her Captive to inglorious Chains, Where the forlorn, contemn'd, defpairing lies," Nor hopes a Refuge, but her native Skies.

But, Mufe, proceed, nor dwell on Thoughts too long,

That would enflame thy fatirizing Song.

*Clodio with kindling Emulation heard What this Triumvirate of Priests declar'd.

Marquis of Wharton.Gen puola e'l

Clodio,

Clodio, the Chief of all the Rebel-Race, age
Uncheck'd by Fear, unhumbled by Difgrace;
Whole working, turbulent, fanatic Mind,
No Tenderness can move, no Ties can bind.
To gain a Rake, he'll drink, and whore, and rant
T'engage a Puritan, will pray and cant.
So Satan can in diff'ring Forms appear,
Or radiant Light, or gloomy Darkness, wear.
Thrice he blafphem'd, and thrice he frantic fwore
By ev'ry terrible infernal Pow'r,

Then wav'd his Staff, and said,

Tho' Naffau's Death has all our Measures broke,
• Yet never will we bend to Anna's Yoke.
"The glorious Revolution was in vain,

If Monarchy once more its Rights regain.
Let all be Chaos, and Confufion all,
Ere that damn'd Form of Government prevail.
O, had he liv'd to perfect his Defign,
"We ne'er had been fubjected to her Reign,
But rooted out the Stuarts hated Line!
Howe'er, fince Fate has otherwise decreed,
• We may on his unfinish'd Scheme proceed;
"We may 'gainft Pow'r repos'd in one inveigh,
And call all Monarchy tyrannic Sway;
We may the Praifes of the Dutch advance,
Rail at the arbitrary Rule of France,
Extol the Commonwealth in Adria's Flood,
• Which for ten rolling Centuries has food,
Argue how th' Roman and Athenian State
Were only when Republics truly great;
'Tis eafy the unreas'ning Mob to guide,
For they are always on the factious Side.
This labour'd here, 'twill be our next Refort
To manage and cajole Sephia's Court.
• Toland alone for fuch a Work is fit,
In all the Arts of Villainy compleat.
The Scotch, a rough, revolting, ftubborn Kind,
Have long at England's growing Pow'r repin'd.

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