Another Factious grave Belweather, Whofe Tongue's the Devil's B--Leather, The Plague and Teazer of the Court, Whofe chief Delight's in doing hurt, The Head of all the factious Clan, By whom our Feuds were firft began ; The City's God, the Rabbles Leader, A Lord, a Rebel, and a Trader, Who keeps his Changes and Cabals At publick Halls and Festivals; An old rebellious, canting Wizard, Who loves theRump with all his Gizard, Hell's Journy-man, our Plot Projector, The Rebels Patriot and Protector, So loofe no Royal Smiles can win him, So base, the very Devil's in him; The Sower of feditious Seeds, The Planter of rebellious Weeds, The Quinteffence of all that's naught, And yet too cunning to be caught; The fubtile Baffler of the Laws, The Bulwark of the Good-Old-Caufe, The The fatal Firebrand of the Nation, The Cacafugo of the Age, The Samford of the Publick Stage, The broacher of deftru&tive Schifm, Thro' which all forts of Treafons flow, Thus Factious Foes, whom Kings en(deavour So oft to win by Royal Favour, Tho' Honours make them lefs fevere,. Tet fill the Rebel will appear. To ballance this Contentious Mortal, Of foul Diftempers full, tho'Hearthole, A Scot whofe Neddle may as big be, As that fam'd Knight's Sr Kelum Digby And has as muckle Cunning in it, As any Lad that wears a Bonnet, Is held in favour of the Crown, A Phiz that does not promife much, As if he had below been bred, Where hellish Treafons firft are laid; "Twas "Twas he that did advise his Liege, And by one Stratagem or other, Secures old R and his Brother; In ev'ry Exigence does shew, He's no true Scot, but Scot that's true; Juft to the Int'reft of the Throne, D 2 Among Among the reft there is a Peer, Whofe pointed Wit the Courtiers fear For tho' himself more open lies- But ftill his Muse must tell what sporting Has been of late behind the Curtain, That cool'd their Leach'ry at Whitehal. |