THE NATIVES: AN ANSWER TO THE FOREIGNERS.
Note, That the Author has taken Care to follow the Method of the Foreigner as near as reasonably he could, by which Means this Poem wants the Coherence that otherwise it might have had. And the Reader may likewise observe, that every Line of this Poem is clos'd with the very same Word the Foreigner has made use of.
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The Natives.
NO wonder Isra'l is depriv'd of Rest,
When under various Factions She's opprest;
Fools of all sorts those giddy Mortals crav'd,
Whose stubborn Maxims Isra'l's State enslav'd:
Their Deeds were wicked, and they Grace disown'd,
Under which Weight unhappy Isra'l groan'd.
With Envy's Eye the Best of KINGS they view,
and ne'er content, seek always for a New.
To rob us of our Houses, or our Lives,
Ravish our Daughters, or debauch our Wives,
These Men are apt: And for polluted Loves,
As prone as Brutes that lurk in Woods and Groves.
To a near Nation Isra'l had recourse,
To mend the State, still made by Factions worse:
From Hebron She a Royal PRINCE did bring,
Unhappy made, by being Isra'l's King:
From His True Line succeeding Kings did flow,
That Isra'l's heavy Toil did undergo.
To wiser Sons true Freedom still remains,
But Brutes still fear, what they deserve, their Chains.
At length their horrid Passion did arise,
And by their Hands the Royal Martyr dies.
[Page 4] This hellish Act was by those Rebels done,
Who, not content, did then Exile His
Ch. II.
Son:But in the Suff'ring of that Wanderer,
Thou, Isra'l, know'st how much Thy self did share.
At last, when found'ring on their Native Shelves,
And justly fearful to intrust Themselves,
To the Right Heir Isra'lites did resort,
And found a PRINCE their Country to support;
One whose Brave Actions, were they justly told,
Might stile him Wise, and generously Bold;
Skilful in War, Undaunted still in Fight,
Commanding Hosts, which Armies put to flight:
One, when he from the Toil of War did cease,
Could Govern any State, but This, in Peace:
Him they approv'd, when usher'd to their sight,
Deservedly both God and Man's Delight.
Welcom'd He was unto the longing Land,
And Jewry's People cover'd all the Strand.
With joyful Hearts He was receiv'd on Shore,
Such who of God this Blessing did implore.
The Sanhedrim conven'd, took in debate
The past Condition of the sinking State;
And Church it self, just ready now to drown,
They, to preserve it, did the Hero Crown.
Ah, happy Isra'l! had there never come
Into His Court Seditious Knaves at home,
No Evils could have rose from foreign Brood;
For Isra'l's Sons were Foes to Isra'l's Good.
'Twas they who introduc'd intestine Jars,
And pilfer'd what should have maintain'd our Wars;
Isra'l's People were to themselves a Prey,
Misled their King, and turn'd their Hearts away:
The Common Int'rest thus they did divide,
And cramp'd the State with Treachery and Pride:
They, Viper-like, impoisoned the Land,
And would have had all Isra'l at Command.
Should it be found that foreign Inmates spoil,
It's what they're taught by Natives of the Soil.
Unto our Monarch there are Honours due;
To envy Strangers none but we e'er do.
When foreign States to Isra'lites gave Food,
They neither Water drew, nor cut their Wood.
What mushroom Honours does our Soil afford?
Who was the Beggar that is now a Lord?
Most Jewish Nobles gen'rous Souls do wear,
And Free-born Commons no Affronts will bear;
But may Historians the true Story tell,
Of thy Base Sons, unhappy Israel!
And now, my Muse, be Generous and Brave,
The Nation's Crimes from dark Oblivion save,
[Page 8] To future Ages thou shalt now disclose,
That Isra'l's Sons are worst of Isra'l's Foes.
That Country which lies East from Judah's Shoar,
Hears blust'ring Winds, and swelling Billows roar;
A Land it is, not like to other Soils,
But gain'd from Sea, and well secur'd with Piles.
No need of Quarries to secure the Ground,
For Art has ev'ry where a Rampart found.
The People's Industry, and share of Grace,
Does far transcend great part of Jewish Race;
And what from Neptune's Element they've drawn,
Shews they're deriv'd from something else than Spawn.
To us they leave our darling dainty Meat,
While they grow Rich, and Rusk with Beef they eat;
Such Food with our nice Stomachs ne'er agrees,
First being pamper'd, then we cram down Cheese.
No Supplications to false Gods They move,
Nor by Their Actions dare Almighty Jove.
Grant they the Briny Deities invoke,
That in their Marshes nimble Frogs do crok [...];
These Watry Gods look on amaz'd, and see
How they have labour'd to embrace their Sea.
Neptune, who does that Element Command,
Oft takes a Survey of the happy Land;
And plac'd upon a Billow of the Sea,
With Pleasure does, what was his own, survey.
[Page 10] Not these the People can our State molest,
But inbred Quarrels do disturb our Rest.
BENTIR, among the Foreigners the First,
By none but Isra'l's Malecontents e'er curst;
Not made by his Great Master's Favours Proud,
Nor shunn'd by Rich, nor hated by the Croud;
True Faith this King he may justly boast,
A Virtue much 'mong Jewish People lost;
For which 'tis hard if not some Share he gains,
Of what was lost by Jewish People's Pains.
The Sanhedrim angry, did Grants resume,
And Men of Jewry also then did plume.
How do the Gibeonites our Land engross!
Don't Jews, Themselves grow Rich by Jewish loss?
In foreign States they'd better seek Command,
And meet with Quiet in a grateful Land:
For Isra'l's Honour let it be decreed,
That Jews rend Birth-rights from the Jewish Seed.
Why may not BENTIR in the Head appear
Of Warriors, who do Jewish Ensigns bear?
You han't so many dext'rous Men in War.
The Grandsires to our Fathers oft migt tell,
That by the Sword there many Thousands fell,
What Deeds, perhaps, had formerly been done,
What Battels fought, what mighty Honours won:
[Page 12] Could Isra'l e'er more justly boast of Fame,
Than now She can, under this Monarch's Name.
Grant our Forefathers wond'rous Hero's were,
That Jewry then on Jewry did make War;
That in those Broils they did improve their Skil,
That Sons the Fathers, they their Sons did kill;
Must now the same Experiments be made?
No; better use the Pick-ax and the Spade:
For tho' i the Field Conquests we have wrought,
Let no more bloody Battels here be fought.
If Foreigners do take their share in War,
Why then in Council should they not appear?
Why should not Isra'l chuse to make him Great,
Who's always been a Friend unto the State?
Call up the Ancient Sages of Renown,
And Magi's too, fit to advise the Crown,
They'll not find us by Foreigners undone.
Unhappy Isra'l, who such Measures takes,
Plunge down your Factious Crew in Bogs and Lakes;
They do the Office of the basest Slaves,
And write the Language of some Jewish Knaves;
And tho' the State is wounded by their Throats,
Yet do their Words agree with Jewish Notes.
May their Intestine Jarrs themselves confound,
In Jewry's Land ne'er more let's hear their Sound.
[Page 14] Such Villanies were by the Serpent spoke,
When Mother Eve from him the Apple took:
Of Her and Them we well may be asham'd,
For by their Infidelity we're damn'd.
Bentir, content when he enjoy'd Command,
Ne'er parcell'd out the Men of Jewry's Land.
Did other Courts e'er challenge him with Pride?
What foreign State could his sole Pow'r divide?
Oh happy Hiram! joyful be thy Song,
Since born to Empire, thou'lt be always Young:
Thou in thy Nonage need no Right transfer,
For living Youth wants no Executor.
What Pow'r need Land of Jewry e'er afford,
To make a Constant Faithful Servant Lord?
Why should not Merit and Reward accord?
The Rights of Jewish People are the same,
Nor differ they either in Place or Name;
Mankind stand now as formerly they stood,
For Noah Reign'd after the mighty Flood.
Admit that Hiram's People have a Choice
To make a King by their united Voice,
Israel's People a Monarch too may chuse;
Yet Malecontents will still their Choice refuse.
That Hiram's People, let it ne'er be said,
Have Right to chuse a King when he is dead;
[Page 16] When a Successor to the Crown's in sight,
The Crown is surely that Successor's Right.
Kings are not Kings when Subjects they enthral;
Isra'l had better have no King at all:
But NASSAV, giv'n us for the Common Good,
Has always as our Guardian-Angel stood.
Thank then kind Heav'n, that, by its wiser Pow'r,
Gave us a King, who will not us devour:
If Him we love, secure we are our selves,
We shall not split on dang'rous Rocks or Shelves.
Consider then, Oh Isra'l, and beware
How you distrust your Royal Wanderer.
The Realms of Others Fortune may divide;
Your Constitution can't be set aside;
Think ye Hee'l o'er Himself in Triumph ride?
Wherefore support your Monarch and His Crown,
And pull all senseless, factious Insects down.
And now, my Muse, the Story next relate
Of Noble KEPPECH, who's no Chit of State:
To Honours rais'd, and by a Lawful Course;
Would Isra'l never had produc'd a worse!
Foreign his Birth, and Well-descended too;
May He and Bentir gen'rous Acts still do;
[Page 18] May he still keep his well-deserved State,
His Faithful Service on Great NASSAV wait,
Whose grateful Badge upon his Breast he wears,
No Antient Title from our Roll he tears.
Was e'er a headstrong People thus befool'd?
Was ever Isra'l thus by Isra'l gull'd?
Ye Jewish Nobles think upon your Race,
What Badges did your Antient Fathers grace;
That Jewry ne'er had better Times than when
Virtue stept foremost to Ennoble Men.
To Chivalry when e'er you have recourse,
Let Factious Ass supply the Place of Horse.
Why should you not your Antient Honours own,
And shew you can't by Strangers be out-done?
Your wonted Courage you may reassume,
And to assert your Rights you may presume;
But if from other's Heads you Laurels tear,
Will it be thought you Generous Noble's are?
THE END.
The Foreigners.
LONG time had Israel been disus'd from Rest,
Long had they been by Tyrants sore opprest;
Kings of all sorts they ignorantly crav'd,
And grew more stupid as they were enslav'd;
Yet want of Grace they impiously disown'd,
And still like Slaves beneath the Burden groan'd:
With languid Eyes their Race of Kings they view,
The Bad too many, and the Good too few;
Some rob'd their Houses, and destroy'd their Lives,
Ravish'd their Daughters, and Debauch'd their Wives;
Prophan'd the Altars with polluted Loves,
And worship'd Idols in the Woods and Groves.
To Foreign Nations next they have recourse;
Striving to mend, they made their State much worse.
They first from Hebron all their Plagues did bring,
Cramm'd in the Single Person of a King;
From whose base Loins ten thousand Evils flow,
Which by Succession they must undergo.
Yet sense of Native Freedom still remains,
They fret and grumble underneath their Chains;
Incens'd, enrag'd, their Passion do's arise,
Till at his Palace-Gate their Monarch dies.
[Page 5] This Glorious Feat was by the Fathers done,
Whose Children next depos'd his Tyrant Son,
Made him, like Cain, a murd'rous Wanderer,
Both of his Crimes, and of his Fortunes share.
But still resolv'd to split on Foreign Shelves,
Rather than venture once to trust Themselves,
To Foreign Courts and Councils do resort,
To find a King their Freedoms to support:
Of one for mighty Actions fam'd they're told;
Profoundly wise, and desperately bold,
Skilful in War, Successful still in Fight,
Had vanquish'd Hosts, and Armies put to flight;
And when the Storms of War and Battels cease,
Knew well to steer the Ship of State in Peace.
Him they approve, approaching to their sight,
Lov'd by the Gods, of Mankind the Delight.
The numerous Tribes resort to see him land,
Cover the Beach, and blacken all the Strand;
With loud Huzza's they welcome him on shore,
And for their Blessing do the Gods implore.
The Sanhedrim conven'd, at length debate
The sad Condition of their drooping State,
And Sinking Church, just ready now to drown;
And with one Shout they do the Hero crown.
Ah Happy Israel! had there never come
Into his Councils crafty Knaves at home,
In combination with a Foreign Brood,
Sworn Foes to Israel's Rights and Israel's Good;
Who impiously foment Intestine Jars,
Exhaust our Treasure, and prolong our Wars;
Make Israel's People to themselves a Prey,
Mislead their King, and steal his Heart away▪
United Interests thus they do divide,
The State declines by Avarice and Pride;
Like Beasts of Prey they ravage all the Land,
Acquire Preferments, and usurp Command:
The Foreign Inmates the Housekeepers spoil,
And drain the Moisture of our fruitful Soil.
If to our Monarch there are Honours due,
Yet what with Gibeonites have we to do?
When Foreign States employ 'em for their Food,
To draw their Water, and to hew their Wood.
What Mushroom Honours does our Soil afford!
One day a Begger, and the next a Lord.
What dastard Souls do Jewish Nobles wear!
The Commons such Affronts would never bear.
Let no Historian the sad Stories tell
Of thy base Sons, Oh servile Israel!
But thou, my Muse, more generous and brave,
Shalt their black Crimes from dark oblivion save;
[Page 9] To future Ages shalt their Sins disclose,
And brand with Infamy thy Nation's Foes.
A Country lies, due East from Judah's Shoar,
Where stormy Winds and noisy Billows roar;
A Land much differing from all other Soils,
Forc'd from the Sea, and butteress'd up with Piles.
No Marble Quarrys bind the spungy Ground,
But Loads of Sand and Cockle-shells are found:
Its Natives, void of Honesty and Grace,
A Boorish, rude, and an inhumane Race;
From Nature's Excrement their Life is drawn,
Are born in Bogs, and nourish'd up from Spawn.
Their hard-smoak'd Beef is their continual Meat,
Which they with Rusk, their luscious Manna, eat;
Such Food with their chill Stomachs best agrees,
They sing Hosannah to a Mare's-milk Cheese.
To supplicate no God, their Lips will move,
Who speaks in Thunder like Almighty Jove,
But watry Deities they do invoke,
Who from the Marshes most Divinely croak.
Their Land, as if asham'd their Crimes to see,
Dives down beneath the surface of the Sea.
Neptune, the God who do's the Seas command,
Ne'r stands on Tip-toe to descry their Land;
But seated on a Billow of the Sea,
With Ease their humble Marshes do's survey.
[Page 11] These are the Vermin do our State molest;
Eclipse our Glory, and disturb our Rest.
BENTIR in the Inglorious Roll the first,
Bentir to this and future Ages curst,
Of mean Descent, yet insolently Proud,
Shun'd by the Great, and hated by the Crowd;
Who neither Blood nor Parentage can boast,
And what he got the Jewish Nation lost:
By lavish Grants whole Provinces he gains,
Made forfeit by the Jewish Peoples Pains;
Till angry Sanhedrims such Grants resume,
And from the Peacock take each borrow'd Plume.
Why should the Gibeonites our Land engross,
And aggrandise their Fortunes with our loss?
Let them in foreign States proudly command,
They have no Portion in the Promis'd Land,
Which immemorially has been decreed
To be the Birth-right of the Jewish Seed.
How ill do's Bentir in the Head appear
Of Warriours, who do Jewish Ensigns-bear?
By such we're grown e'en Scandalous in War.
Our Fathers Trophies wore, and oft could tell
How by their Swords the mighty Thousands fell;
What mighty Deeds our Grandfathers had done,
What Battles fought, what Wreaths of Honours won:
[Page 13] Thro the extended Orb they purchas'd Fame,
The Nations trembling at their Awful Name:
Such wondrous Heroes our Fore-fathers were,
When we, base Souls! but Pigmies are in War:
By Foreign Chieftains we improve in Skill;
We learn how to intrench, not how to kill:
For all our Charge are good Proficients made
In using both the Pickax and the Spade.
But in what Field have we a Conquest wrought?
In Ten Years War what Battel have we fought?
If we a Foreign Slave may use in War,
Yet why in Council should that Slave appear?
If we with Jewish Treasure make him great,
Must it be done to undermine the State?
Where are the Antient Sages of Renown?
No Magi left, fit to advise the Crown?
Must we by Foreign Councils be undone?
Unhappy Israel, who such Measures takes,
And seeks for Statesmen in the Bogs and Lakes;
Who speak the Language of most abject Slaves,
Under the Conduct of our Jewish Knaves.
Our Hebrew's murder'd in their hoarser Throats;
How ill their Tongues agree with Jewish Notes!
Their untun'd Prattle do's our Sense confound,
Which in our Princely Palaces do's sound;
[Page 15] The self same Language the old Serpent spoke,
When misbelieving Eve the Apple took:
Of our first Mother why are we asham'd,
When by the self-same Rhetorick we are damn'd?
But Bentir, not content with such Command,
To canton out the Jewish Nation's Land;
He does extend to other Coasts his Pride,
And other Kingdoms into Parts divide:
Unhappy Hiram! dismal is thy Song▪
Tho born to Empire, thou art ever young!
Ever in Nonage, canst no Right transfer:
But who made Bentir thy Executor?
What mighty Power do's Israel's Land afford?
What Power has made the famous Bentir Lord?
The Peoples Voice, and Sanhedrim's Accord.
Are not the Rights of People still the same?
Did they e'er differ in or Place or Name?
Have not Mankind on equal Terms still stood,
VVithout Distinction, since the mighty Flood?
And have not Hiram's Subjects a free Choice
To choose a King by their united Voice?
If Israel's People cou'd a Monarch chuse,
A living King at the same time refuse;
That Hiram's People, shall it e'er be said,
Have not the Right of Choice when he is dead?
[Page 17] When no Successor to the Crown's in sight,
The Crown is certainly the People's Right.
If Kings are made the People to enthral,
We had much better have no King at all:
But Kings, appointed for the Common Good,
Always as Guardians to their People stood.
And Heaven allows the People sure a Power
To chuse such Kings as shall not them devour:
They know full well what best will serve themselves,
How to avoid the dang'rous Rocks and Shelves.
Unthinking Israel! Ah henceforth beware
How you entrust this faithless Wanderer!
He who another Kingdom can divide,
May set your Constitution soon aside,
And o'er your Liberties in Triumph ride.
Support your Rightful Monarch and his Crown,
But pull this Proud, this croaking Mortal down.
Proceed, my Muse; the Story next relate
Of Keppech the Imperious Chit of State,
Mounted to Grandeur by the usual Course
Of Whoring, Pimping, or a Crime that's worse;
Of Foreign Birth, and undescended too,
Yet he, like Bentir, mighty Feats can do.
[Page 19] He robs our Treasure, to augment his State;
And Jewish Nobles on his Fortunes wait:
Our ravish'd Honours on his Shoulder wears;
And Titles from our Antient Rolls he tears.
Was e'er a prudent People thus befool'd,
By upstart Foreigners thus basely gull'd?
Ye Jewish Nobles, boast no more your Race,
Or sacred Badges did your Fathers grace!
In vain is Blood, or Parentages, when
Ribbons and Garters can ennoble Men.
To Chivalry you need have no recourse,
The gawdy Trappings make the Ass a Horse.
No more, no more your Antient Honours own,
By slavish Gibeonites you are outdone:
Or else your Antient Courage reassume,
And to assert your Honours once presume;
From off their Head your ravish'd Lawrels tear,
And let them know what Jewish Nobles are.
THE END.