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The dyet of Poland: a satyr. Consider'd paragraph by paragraph. To which is added a key to the whole, ... Defoe, Daniel, 1661?-1731. Pittis, William, 1674-1724. [8],64p. ; 8⁰. printed: and sold by Ben. Bragg, London : 1705. Preface signed: Anglipoloski, i.e. Daniel Defoe. The prose commentary is probably by William Pittis (Foxon). Reproduction of original from the Harvard University Houghton Library. Moore, 100 Foxon, D100 English Short Title Catalog, ESTCN460. Electronic data. Farmington Hills, Mich. : Thomson Gale, 2003. Page image (PNG). Digitized image of the microfilm version produced in Woodbridge, CT by Research Publications, 1982-2002 (later known as Primary Source Microfilm, an imprint of the Gale Group).

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THE Dyet of POLAND, A SATYR. CONSIDER'D Paragraph by Paragraph. To which is added A Key to the whole, with the Names of the Author, and the Nobility and Gentry, that are Scandalouſly Pointed at, in it.

Rode Caper vitem, tamen hinc cum ſtabis ad Aras, In tua quod fundi Cornua poſſit, erit, Ovid:

LONDON, Printed: And Sold by Ben. Bragg, at the Blue-Ball in Ave-Mary-Lane, in the Year, 1705.

THE PREFACE.

AS Poland lyes almoſt in the ſame Latitude with England, ſo the Character the Poet has here given of the Poles, ſeems ſo exactly to match what ſome ill-natur'd People have ſaid of ſome in Enland, that he eaſily foreſees this Cenſorious Age will be apt to miſ-judge him, as if he had ſome Oblique Meaning, and that this was a Satyr levell'd at ſome People nearer Home han the Caſtle of Warſaw.

To foreſee an Accident and not endeavour to be prepar'd againſt it, is a Piece of Policy peculiar to an Author that ſets up To Reform the Errors of Petty Statſmen three times a week to no Purpoſe; and it adds very much to a Malefactor's Conviction to be guilty of a Willful Crime. Wherefore He had better, either to have kept his Foreſight to himſelf, or stifled his Poem before he had ſent it abroad, to the Great Abuſe of imſelf, and the Patriots he has taken the Freedom to Characte •… . As for his Skill in Poetry, if it was no better than his Knowledge in Geography, He might have ſpar'd the Trouble of a Preface to the Reader, ſince there is ſo great a Difference between London and Warſaw in their Latitude, that he firſt is Lon. 18. 36. Lat. 51. 32. the laſt Lon. 42. 5. Lat. 52. 7.

But the Author humbly hopes all ſuch Inuendo-Men will conſider, that as they can have no Reaſon to Think ſo, but Similitude of Characters, ſo no Conjectures of theirs, ought to pre-judge his meaning, in which he demands to be left to himſelf, and expects to be underſtood in the following Poem as he Speaks, not as every prejudic'd Man may imagine he meant.

How any Man can humbly hope, that has the Arrogance to ſay, He can be charg'd with nothing but ſimilitude of Characters, is beyoud the Reach of my Ʋnderſtanding, and if he has not done by the Gentlemen whom he has Injuriouſly treated, as well as thoſe whoſe Reputation is blaſted with his Commendation, as if he had actually written down their Chriſtian and Sir Names in Capital Letters, then I have no claim to any ſuch Thing as Common Apprehenſion.

If any are ſo Weak to tell us, That Smithfield and Cheapſide, cannot be meant of Poland, the Author preſumes to ask ſuch People, if ever they have been at Warſaw; and, if they have, and don't know that there is both a Smithfield and a Cheapſide, as well as a May-Fair; and a Bear-Garden, he is ſorry for their Heads, and deſires them to ſtep thither again to Reform their Memories.

Poland may have Places put to the ſame uſes as Smithfield and Cheapſide, and Fairs and Bear-gardens may be in Requeſt there; but it is none of his buſineſs, to bring Engliſh Tranſactions upon the Poliſh Theatre. And any Man of Compaſſion has very great Reaſon to be ſorry for his Head, who thinks to conceal what was Printed near Bartholomew-Cloſe, under the ſorry Artifice of an Impreſſion from Dantzick.

But ſuppoſe there are not places call'd directly by thoſe Names, if there are places apply'd to the ſame Uſes, what has any Body to queſtion the Allegories? A poor Author muſt never Write at all, if he is not at Liberty to choſe His Metaphors, and all the reſt of the neceſſary Figures of Speech to help out his Expreſſion.

He has forgot his Tryal at the Old-Baily for writing The Shorteſt Way with the Diſſenters, or He would never inſiſt upon an Author's Liberty to chuſe what Metaphors He thinks fit; for, though He did not pay ſo dearly for his Beloved Ironies as he deſerv'd, yet the Sentence then paſs'd on Him by the Bench might have had ſuch an Effect upon his Temper, as not to make him uneaſie, but when he was breaking through the Bonds, he was engag'd in to the Government, in being tyed up to his Good Behaviour.

If 'tis alledg'd that there is too great an Affinity in the Story.—He Anſwers, If that be True, he is ſorry for it; but at the ſame time he Hopes not, and the matter of Fact ought to be prov'd, before he ſtands Cenſur'd for Calumny.

Though the Character of the Perſons his Satyr points at are Falſe and Malicious, yet they bear ſo near a Reſemblance to what is ſaid of them by their Enemies of the Diſſenting Party, that the Scandal is fix'd beyond an Excuſe, and ought to be Ammadverted upon with the utmoſt ſeverity, unleſs the Gentlemen in Power cloſe with the Libeller, and fling off all Deference and Reſpect for the Memories of their Predeceſſors.

'Tis very hard that a Man cannot Write of the Follies of other Nations, but People will be always comparing them with their own. One would ha' Thought the Author had Travell'd far enough to find out Hiſtories and odd Paſſages to divert us; but if neither China, Poland, nor the Inhabitants of the Moon will protect Folks from being Hang'd, as the Frenchmen ſaid, for Tinking, go on, Gentlemen, and if the Cap fits any Body let 'em wear it. You are Welcome to ſay theſe Poliſh Grandees repreſent Engliſhmen, but look to it, ye Sons of Cenſure, that can Swear to a Man's Meaning, and know his Inſide without the help of his Outſide: For if the People your Profoundity pretends to deſcribe, are Affronted, the Action of Slander lyes againſt You, and not the Anthor. In the Writing 'tis a Poem, you, in the Reading, turn it into a Libel, and you merit the Puniſhment for the Metamorphoſis.

An ingennous Confeſſion of the Author, who would be thought to take the Pains of Concealing himſelf. If neither China, Poland, nor the Inhabitants of the Moon will protect Folks from being Hang'd, &c. Your Humble Servant Mr. Daniel Foe! you might as well have given us your Name at Large, for every one knows who wrote the Conſolidator; and as to your Meaning, they muſt be Men of profound Stupidity indeed, that cannot find it out by your Gaping, you are ſo Intelligible your ſelf, amongst your want of underſtanding. So that the Scandal will be laid at your Door who made it a Libel, not at your Readers, who finds it as ſuch.

Perhaps there is a ſort of Affinity among the Vitious part of Mankind in all Countries and Climates; and the Author Doubts not he ſhould have run the ſame Riſque of Miſconſtruction, had he Wrote this at Paris as at London, that he ſhould have been ſummon'd before the Court of Honour for Libelling the Princes of the Blood, the Sorbonne, or the Councellors of Parliament: 'tis very hard it ſhould 〈◊〉 there, and here too.

Had ſuch a Piece of Scurrility dar'd to ſhow its Face at Paris, the Author of it would ſcarce have had his Heels at 〈◊〉 during Life, and if ſome People whom it concerns 〈…〉 of this nature, would but perform thoſe Duties 〈…〉 to the Well being of the Government, He may chance to meet with none of the Civileſt Treatment in London for his Impudence; ſince no Term can be too opprobri •… 〈…〉 thinks no Appellation Bitter enough againſt 〈◊〉 Direct rs of the Publ •… k Affairs, who act contrary to the Methods 〈…〉 preſcribe to them.

Since then this is the Fate of Authors, and he muſt expect it, he Submits, but deſires however, that theſe Unchriſtian Cenſurers will take this along with them, and ſo make a Vertue of their want of Charity. That where-ever the Similitude of Character pinches them too cloſe, they would prevent the Severity of the Application, by Reforming the Likeneſs; the Satyr wou'd then have the deſired Effect, viz. By drawing the Imaginary Picture of Outlandiſh Devels, really Transform our own.

The Fate of an Author that caſts ſuch a Reproach on the Church and Government Eſtabliſh'd, ought not to terminate in a Scotch Caſement; but He, that has offer'd up a Hymn to the Pillory, and made it clap its wooden Wings for Joy, at the Reception of its new Tenant, would not be much lamented if the Three Leg'd Tree, a Mile and a half out of Town, ſhould pay Him the ſame Compliment: Since it is not his Reader's want of Charity, but his own, that renders him Criminal.

Nor do I apprehend the World will be leſs Solicitous about who is the Author of this: Some perhaps will gueſs one, ſome another; and the Hawkers, they tell me, will according to Cuſtom, Cry it about the ſtreet in the famous Name of Daniell de Foe. And tho' they might as well Gueſs it was Wrote by the Man in the Moon, yet I am content, He, or any body elſe ſhould go away with the Credit of it. 'Tis enough that I am out of the Reach of the Poliſh Reſentments, and cannot be Proſecuted by the Cardinal Primate, moſt of the Perſons here toucht at being his Friends, and all of them in his Intereſt; and as for the World they may do their Worſt.

I am their Ʋnconcerned Humble Servant, Anglipoloski, Of Luthuania.

When an Outrage is committed, it is but natural to be in Queſt of the Perſon that caus'd it; and it will not be difficult, without the aſſiſtance of the Hawkers, who are more at his Service than his Handmaids the Nine Muſes, to find that this Label is not, without ſufficient Grounds for ſo doing, charg'd with a Name thoſe Prophane Throats are inceſſantly piercing our Ears with. Which may prove his being out of the Reach of the Poliſh Reſentments, to be a more Chimara and falſe ſuggeſtion; for though the Eccleſiaſtical Authority may not take him to Task, He may be grinded to Powder by the Secular Arm, which he muſt own himſelf obnoxious to, notwithſtanding his Borrow'd Name of Anglipoloski.

THE Dyet of Poland A SATYR, &c. IN Northern Climes where furious Tempeſts blow, And Men more furious raiſe worſe Storms below, At Nature's Elbow, diſtant and remote, Happy for Europe had ſhe been forgot, The World's Proboſcis, near the Globe's Extremes, For barb'rous Menrenown'd, and barb'rous Names, There Poland lies, too much her Maker's Care, And ſhares the mod'rate Bleſſings of the Air, Juſt as far off from Heaven as we are here.

Thoſe muſt be Furious Men indeed that can out-Bluſter Boreas, and how any thing can be at Natures Elbow, and yet Diſtant and Remote at the ſame time, requires the Niceſt Determination. Natures Backſide would have done as well every Jot, but it's a Paw Word, as the Obſervator tells his Countryman Roger, and muſt be flung aſide for being Uncourtly. The World's Proboſcis too is altogether New, and juſt minted, why not Great Toe as well, for he that gave the World a Noſe, gave it likewiſe Feet to Stand upon, or it's Creation would be imperfect?

Under the Artick Circle of the Sky, Where Vertues Streams run Low, and Nature's High, For Heat of Clime too far, of Blood too nigh: Temper'd for Plenty, plenteouſly ſupply'd With Men advanc'd in ev'ry Grace but Pride. A mighty Nation throngs the groaning Land, Rude as the Climate, num'rous as the Sand: Uncommon monſtrous Vertues they poſſeſs, Strange odd prepoſtrous Poliſh Qualities; Myſterious Contraties they reconcile, The Pleaſing Frown and the Deſtroying Smile; Preciſely gay, and moſt abſurdly grave, Moſt humbly high, and barbarouſly brave; Debauch'dly Civil, and Prophanely Good, And fill'd with Gen'rous brave Ingratitude; By Boun •… y Diſoblig'd, by Hatred won, Bold in their Danger, Cowards when 'tis gone; To their own Ruin they're the only Tools, Wary of Knaves, and easily chous'd by Fools; Profoundly empty, yet declar'dly wiſe, And fond of blind Impoſſibilities; Sweſſ d with Conceit, they boaſt of all they do, Firſt praiſe themſelves, than think that Praiſe their Due; So fond of flatt'ring Words, ſo vain in Pride, The World Mock's them, and they the World Deride: Value themſelves upon their Nations Merit, In Spight of all the Vices they inherit; So wedded to the Country where they dwell, They think that's Heav'n, and all the World s a Hell. Their frozen Viſtula they'd not forgo For fruitful Danube, or the flow'ry Po. Rapid Boriſthenes delights them more Than pearly Streams, or a Peruvian Shore: And Ruſſian Dwina dwells upon their Song, Hurried by barb'rous Steeps and Hills, and puſht along.

He muſt be well Read in Natural Philoſophy, that makes Natures Streams run higher Northwardly, and in the Coldeſt Climates, th n in thoſe that are many Degrees nearer to the Sun, as the Weſtern Parts, &c. And ſince He has given Nature an Elbow, does very Poetically, as well as Modeſtly, in deſcribing Her, more Virginum, to make Water by the means of that Inſtrument; for it is not to be imagin'd whence Her Streams Iſſue unleſs from thence. That Pride is a Grace is likewiſe Wonderfully Novel, and how they can want that Grace when in the ſame Paragraph they are Swell'd with Conceit; and be va •… in Pride is a Riddle requires an Oedipus to explain it. Neither are the two laſt Lines the moſt ſenſible Mr. Foe has written in his Life, though they are very Muſical to the Ear; for it's a Manifeſt Contradiction to make the Dwina dwell upon their Song, which is an Act of Stagnation, at the ſame Time, it is Hurried, i. e. Precipitated and puſh'd along by Barbarous Steeps and Hills.

The Land too happy would the People bleſs, Could they agree to know their Happineſs; Nature with very liberal Hand ſupplies Her Situation-Inſufficiencies: The temperate Influence revolves of Courſe, And Spite of Climate Nature works by Force. The bounteous Spring the Winters Waſt repairs, And make the World grow young in ſpight of Years. The fruitful Earth uncommon Freedom ſhows, And foreign Wealth by foreign Commerce flows.

Now Dame Nature makes uſe of Her Hand as well as her Elbow, and gives amends for Her Situation Inſufficiencies. But how ſo? The Climate was Temper'd for Plenty, in the Second Paragraph, and now its ſo far from it, that Nature is forc'd to Interpoſe, and Act as we do Unnaturaly, by Forcing the Growth of Plants, &c. by Hot Beds. For my Part it never Enter'd into my Noddle how Nature could work by Force, till this Author gave it me in the Affirmative.

But Peopl'd with a hard'ned Thankleſs Race, Whoſe Crimes add Horror to the milder Place, The Bounties by indulgent Heav'n beſtow'd Corrode the Miſchief, and debauch the Blood. That Native Fierceneſs which in Chriſtian Lands Makes Heroes, and their Poets Praiſe commands, Here is a Vice, which rankles up to Fewd, And nouriſhes the Guſt of vile Ingratitude. Pride, Plenty's Hand-maid, deeply taints their Blood, And Seeds of Faction mix the Crimſon Flood. Eternal Diſcords brood upon the Soil, And univerſal Strifes the State embroil. In every Family the Temper reigns, In every Action Seed of Gall remains. The very Laws of Peace create Diſpute, And makes them quarrel who ſhall execute. Their valu'd Conſtitutions are ſo lame, That Governing they Governments inflame. Wild Ariſtocracy torments the State, And People their own Miſeries create.

To Corrode a Miſchief, is in my Senſe to leſſen it, which is far from having any Analogy to Debauching the Blood, that is to encreaſe it; and then again to ſay, that Native Fierceneſs which makes Heroes and Poets in Chriſtian Countries, here tis a Vice, and Rankles up to Few'd is falſe Grammar, with Reverence to his Dictatorſhip, who ſets up for the Difficult Reſolver, and impropriety Fi der among the Claſs of Authors. Beſides my Hiſtorians tell me, though they are not of the Leyden Edition, and Printed cum Notis Variorum, That Poland is a Chriſtian Country which He ſeems not to allow here.

In vain has Heav'n its choicer Gifts beſtow'd, And ſtrives in vain to do a Willful Nation Good: Such is the Peoples Folly, ſuch their Fate, As all Decrees of Peace anticipate. Immortal Jarrs in ev'ry Claſs appear, Conceiv'd in Strife, and Nurs'd to Civil War,

To make Heaven ſtrive in Vain, looks alſo a little Impious, in an Author of this Gentleman's Pretences to Religion; and to let it be Anticipated in its Decrees of Peace, can fall under no other Apellation than that of Blaſphemy.

Such, Poland, is thy People, ſuch thy Name, Yet ſtill thy Sons our Panegyricks claim, Becauſe their partial Genius is inclin'd To think they merit more than all Mankind.

That is, ſuch is thy People Poland, and ſuch thy Name, i. e. Poland. And what of all this, where's the harm of Poland's being call'd Poland? A Spade's a Spade, and a Bandbox will be a Bandbox to the end of the Chapter, yet ſtill they Love Praiſe, and who does not? As the Vice-Chancellor, who anfwer'd a Maſter of Arts, that gave in for his Reaſons of denying a certain Scholar his Degree, that He Lov'd a Girl, by the known Reſponſe of Quis non? What Man is without a Natural Affection to a Pritty Females.

Imaginary Happineſs will do For near as many Uſes as the true: And if the Poles in their own Plagues delight, Wiſe Heaven's too juſt to let them thrive in Spight.

His Philoſophy is none of the Beſt, whatever the Cadence of his Poetry is; for that Imaginary Happineſs can ſerve for near as many uſes as True, neither Ariſtotle or des Cartes has yet laid down for an Axiom in Ethicks.

Great Sobieski had their Crown obtain'd, With ſteady Glory thirthen Years he Reign'd, And none, but who ſome Miſchief meant, complain'd. His Conqu'ring Sword made all Men think it fit, That he who ſav'd the Land ſhould Govern it. The Field of Battle he had firſt poſſeſt, By Sixty Thouſand ſlaughter'd Turks confeſt. The fatten'd Frontiers felt the reeking Flood, And dy'd the Soil with Aſiatick Blood. The weeping Neiſter half the Hoſt receives, Hurries them down to darker Euxine Graves: And Mahomet's inſulting Banners lay Beneath the Croſs, his Valour's eaſie Prey.

Now he begins to fall into Particulars, and by Great Sobieski muſt be meant K. W, who Reign'd over us Thirteen Years, and who Conquer'd Ireland in Perſon and by his Generals, after the Loſs of Sixty Thouſand French and Iriſh that ſided with the Unfortunate King James.

With mild and gentle, but with ſteady Hand, He rather led than rul'd th' uneaſie Land. Fill'd with Important Cares, he ſaw their Fate, And all the growing Miſchiefs their own Feuds create; Which made him leſs repine, and leſs deplore To quit the Crown with ſuch Concern he wore.

He rather Led than Rul'd. Very pritty truly, and Emphaticaly! That is, He ſeem'd rather a Captain than a King. Dux ſuit non Rex: As if Leading an Army was not to Rule it.

Tell us, ye Sons of Policy and Fraud, Whoſe vaſt Intrigues your ſelves alone applaud; Who always plot too deep, and ſoar too high, And Damn the Nations Peace you know not why. What ail'd the Poles, with Peace and Plenty bleſt, To change for Years of Blood, their Days of Reſt? Deſcribe the Men of Avarice and Pride, With all Ambition's dark Diſguiſe array'd; How, for the Nation's Liberty, they Cant, Till thoſe they ſay abuſe it they ſupplant, And then the mock pretended Sham lay by, Pleas'd with the Profits of Authority.

He might have ſpar'd himſelf the Queſtion of what ail'd the Poles, &c. when if he would but have look'd into the Partition Treaty which was Sign'd and brought about by a Miniſter of State He now profeſſes ſo great a Regard for, he had been ſatisfied without an Enquiry; and if he would faſten upon any one of the Country Party, for taking of Places, after they had rail'd at Men in Offices; we can give him two of the C—ſide, &c. for one, without any more to do by way of Exchange, If D— and H— are ſufficient to ballance Accounts with him.

Stateſmen are Gameſters, Sharp and Trick's the Play, Kings are but Cullies, wheedl'd in to Pay; The Courtiers Foot-balls, kick'd from one to one, Are always Cheated, oftentimes Undone; Beſieg'd with Flatt'ry, falſe Report, and Lies, And ſooth'd with Schemes of vaſt Abſurdities. The jangling Stateſmen claſh in their Deſigns, Fraud fights with Fraud, and Craft to Craft inclines; Stifly engage, quarrel, accuſe and hate, And ſtrive for leave to help undo the Sate; For all the ſtrong Contention ends in this, Who ſhall the Pow'r of doing Ill poſſeſs: Envy and Strife are only rais'd ſo high, Becauſe a Man's a greater Knave than I: But if I can his Place and Wealth ſucceed, He rails of Courſe, and I'm the Knave indeed. Places and Penſions are the Poliſh Spoil Will all ſides pleaſe, and all ſides reconcile. 'Tis natural to all the Sons of Men, To Rail and Plot when out, be Quiet in.

If all the Strife and Contention for Offices and Places of Truſt, be for obtaining the Power of doing Ill, then thoſe in Authority muſt of Conſequence do Ill. Which is but an odd Compliment to the Preſent Adminiſtration, and takes off very much from the Character he beſtow's upon the L— H— T— and Mr. S—t—y— H—y under the Names of Caſimir and the Dyets Marſhall. And if Kings are Cully's, Foot-Balls, and Wheedled into Pay he has done Auguſtus no Manner of Service in giving him that Inglorious Title. And here I cannot agree with ſome People who will have Auguſtus to be the Type of Q— A—for an Author could not be ſo unmannerly as to Repreſent a Fortunate Princeſs, and Immoveable in Her Principles by the Name of one who has not only Chang'd his Religion for a Crown, but has Ruin'd his Hereditary Dominions, being as it were under a State of Exile at this Juncture. But Authors are Inſcrutable in their Reaſons, and I leave him to explain himſelf on this Head, to ſuch as he ſhall think fit to Impart the Secret to.

Long had Divided Poland felt the Smart Of vaſt Intrigues and Politicians Art: As many Men of Character and Blood, So many Thieves about the Scepter ſtood; As many Gifts th' Exhauſted Prince could give, So many Friends he only ſeem'd to have: The craving Wretches hung about the Throne, He gave them all the Nation's Wealth, and all his own.

That There were Thieves about the Throne in the Late Reign we'll not diſpute; but he that has been ſo Free with the Names of ſuch as have ſhar'd in the Direction of Publick Affairs in this, might have given us theirs, had they not been his particular Friends and Favoureits. I never heard the Prince he reflects upon, gave away all his Wealth to theſe Craving Wretches, if he had, there had been no Diſpute between the King of Pruſſia and Prince of Friez land, about the Immenſe Riches he left behind Him.

Not all the Conquer'd Lands the Turk reſign'd, Not all the World, had he the World obtain'd, Wou'd their inſatiate Avarice ſuffice, Supply their Hands, or ſatisfie their Eyes; Who ſhall unhappy ſinking Poland ſave, What Gifts can cloſe the Hands that always crave, Unſatisfi'd as Death, and greedy as the Grave? At every juſt Refuſal Diſcontent, And rave for want of Bribes at Government.

The Turk that is K. J. who Abdicated—What a Reſpectful Title does he give Her Majeſty's Royal Father? and ſuffice their Avarice, is a Peculiarity of Phraſe I never heard of before. But this I have to ſay for him, when he turns Plagiary, he makes bold with his own Works, as thinking nothing that belongs to others worthy of being taken from them, but their Reputations; Witneſs Unſatisfied as Death, and Greedy as the Grave, which are applyed to the Saints Favourite Sir R— Cl—ton in his Satyr call'd the Reformation.

The valiant Sobieski had beſtow'd Moldavian Lands he conquer'd by his Sword. He thought it juſt that Province to beſtow On thoſe whoſe Valour helpt to make it ſo; But all the wiſer Men, who had no Share, Againſt the Juſtice of the Gift declare, Oblige the yielding Hero to recant, And re-beſtow the haſty envy'd Grant.

By Moldavia is meant Ireland; and if the Members of Parliament, whom he owns to be the Wiſer, paſs'd an Act for reſuming the Grants of the forfeited Eſtates in that Kingdom, then he muſt allow himſelf to be falſe in his Character, when he ſpeaks of them in another Style ſometime after. And if the Grant was allow'd to be Haſtily, they are not to be blam'd who conſiderately preſs'd His Late Majeſty to Re-beſtow it on the Publick.

But tell us, now, ye Men of Poliſh Wit, How the Moldavian feels the formal Cheat; Let A—leski reimburſe the Bribes, Raviſht to wrong, inſtate the Poliſh Tribes. Let all the ſham Conveyances appear, The Phantoſme Sales, and Fancy'd Purchaſer. Let ſome true Satyr all the Grievance laſh Lands without Title, Buyers without Caſh. Under the weighty Fraud Moldavia bleeds, And private Cheat the publick Cheat ſucceeds, Retrieving Laws by vaſt Deſigns Puſh'd on, Cover Great Sobieski's Errors by their own.

Here he takes Matters upon Truſt, by giving Credit to a few Iriſh Petitions. For the Parliament, if he means the Proceedings of the Truſtees for the Forfeited Eſtates, ſince A—leski, i. e. Mr. Annesly was one in that Commiſſion, have paſs'd a Vote in their Favour, which is a ſufficient Argument, that they 〈◊〉 not Part with the Lands they were Impowr'd to ſell to the Buyer, without Caſh.

With all theſe Frauds and Feuds and Millions more, Which rack'd the injur'd Poles, and kept them poor, Wife Sobieski, with ſtrong Cares oppreſt, Diſmiſs'd the Throne and choſe to be at Reſt; Embroil'd he left them whom embroil'd he found, And great Auguſtus, with his Pow'r's Enthron'd.

Diſmiſs'd the Throne, may be an elegancy with him, but cannot with a Judicious Reader, who will Conclude Death Diſmiſs'd K. W. from the Throne; neither is it a very great Compliment to a King's Memory, whom he would play the Panegyriſt upon, to affirm that he left us Embroil'd; ſince the World is not without People who make very Odd Reflections upon his Laſt Will and Teſtament.

In vain the new Crown'd Monarch ſtrives to pleaſe, Or Cure th' Hereditary vile Diſeaſe. In vain Confed'rates, with the Nations Friends, In vain their Laws and Freedom he defends. The Parties joyn, in Grand Cabals they meet The Monarch's healing Projects to defeat; Graſp at his Gifts, and ſhare the high Reward, But not his Honour or Commands regard. Not Sacred Oaths can their Allegiance bind, Farther than by their Int'reſt they're inclin'd, Prompted by Avarice and deep Revenge, With Fawning Face, and awkward Zeal they Cringe; But all that can no Royal Bounty ſhare, Their factious Thoughts and ſtrong Diſguſts declare, No Bounds their feign'd Alleg'ance can ſecure, To Day they'll Swear, to Morrow they'll Abjure.

Never did any Prince come to the Crown with a more general Satisfaction of the Party, he points at, than Her Majeſty: and the very Perſons he is ſo Laviſh of his Invectives, againſt were thoſe who rejoyc'd at the Turn of Affairs both in Church and State. As to their Endeavours to defeat the Monarch's Healing Project, they were ſuch as advis'd it to be carryed on; and for Swearing to Day and Abjuring to Morrow, that Flies in the Face of the Pretenders to Moderation, equaly with theirs who ſeem realy diſpos'd for it.

The Monarch willing to diſſolve the Feud, That ſpread too faſt in their infected Blood, Summons the General Dyet to appear, The Nations and his own Demands to hear.

The Parliament was then ſitting when Queen Anne Succeded to the Throne; ſo that ſhe could not be ſaid to call them together, having met before to conſider of the Arduous Affairs of the Kingdom.

Satyr look back, Survey the Glorious Roll, The Life of Poliſh Power, the Nations Soul, Poland's Collection, all the Peoples Breath, The Monarch's Safety and the Tyrant's Death. The Ancient Lords of the JAGELLAN Line, Here in their repreſenting Glory ſhine, With Loyal Hearts, and ſtrong Induſtrous Hands, Ready to hear Auguſtus great Commands. The ancient Poliſh Greatneſs to reſtore, Aſſiſt with Council, and ſupport with Power.

To ſay that the Antient Lords of the Jagellan Line (whoſe Titles were Hereditary doubtleſs) Shine in their Repreſenting Glory, ſeems ſomewhat like an Abſurdity; for our Accounts hitherto tell us, the Houſe of Peers Conſtitute two Eſtates of Parliament, and the People of England, that is the Inferior Eſtate, are Repreſented by the Commons. The Monarch's Safety, and the TYRANT'S DEATH, Squints likewiſe at their Old Practice of Decollation, which the Party he is Advocate for, has no ſmall Veneration for the Memory of, at their Cruel Feſtivals on the Anniverſary of Her Majeſty's Royal Grand-Fathers Martyrdom.

What tho' among th' Illuſtrious Troop there's found, Some leſs Polite than ſome, and ſome unſounds. The Devil among the ſacred Twelve appear'd, But Devils once known are no more to be fear'd; The General Votes to Loyalty encline, And Miſchief ſinks beneath her own Deſign. Satyr, if there's a Pole among the Tribes, Leſs true than Truth it ſelf, 'tis him thy Verſe deſcribes.

The Devil under no Capacity is to be fear'd, but God whom the Scripture Exhorts us to the Fear of; and if he was to deſcribe all that were leſs True than Truth it ſelf, I queſtion whether, if the whole Kingdom were to be Number'd, notwithſtanding his boaſted Perſpicuity, he could find one: For God is Truth it ſelf, and only the Divine Being worthy of that Attribute.

Here great Taguski firſt in Order came Of bright unſpotted, tho' ſuſpected Fame. Youth had ſupply'd his Head with Parent Wit, In Judgment ſolid, and in Senſe compleat; The Muſes him with early Garlands Crown'd, Sublime in Verſe, and in his Phraſe profound; Polite in Language, in his Satyr ſtrong, Yet kills with all the Softneſs of a Song: To ſteady Juſtice all his Thoughts incline, Faithful in Council, Able in Deſign; Rais'd by due Merit to the higheſt Truſt, The Captious Senate own'd that Merit juſt. What cannot high Exalted Vertue do? He ſhows this ſtrange unuſual wonder true, The Monarch s Fav'rite, and the Peoples too; His Enemies to his juſt Praiſe ſubmit, Fly from his Satyr, and adore his Wit; In vain they form Impolitick Deſigns, Envy lies bury'd in her Deepeſt Mines. For both Sides own this Character's his Due, Always to Poland and Auguſtus true.

By the Character of Taguski, though it infinitely fall's ſhort of him, we may perceive ſome Lineaments belonging to the L— H—x, whom he ſeems here to endeavour to deſcribe, and bears no more Proportion to his Gigantick Merit, than a Mouſe does to a Mountain. Parent Wit, is what alſo his L—p owes his no Thanks for, and ſuſpected Fame is what he might have omitted, as well as Phraſe profound; for I look upon Profundity to be an Epithet for the Judgment not the Word, which it is here applyed to. Beſides he might have conſider'd when he was delineating ſo Great a Judge in Poetry, not to call upon Satyr to deſcribe him while he was endeavouring a Panegyrick upon his Undeniable Accompliſhments. What he means by calling his L—p the Monarch's Favourite is unknown to me, and he would do the In ••• tive Part of the World a Kindneſs if he would explain himſelf upon that Head.

Their Ruski with his early Trophies ſtood Won from the Swedes upon the Baltick Flood. When Conti ſtrove to ſnatch the Poliſh Crown, And all the Gen'rous Poles his Conduct own.

The Nation is very much Endebted to the Lord O—d, then Admiral Ruſſel, for his Defeat of Torvill; and there is not one among the Party whom he hints at for being Ungenerous, but pays him their Acknowledgment for that Days Service.

Rigatshi next, our juſt Applauſe Commands, The Poliſh Peace on his wiſe Conduct ſtands; High Chancellor in Sobieski's Reign; And all 〈◊〉 Poles would have him ſo again. In Law upright, and prudent in the State, In Council deep, in Execution great; But by the Faction of the Swedes oppreſt, And to make way for Fools and Knaves, diſmiſt.

Rigatski by whom the Lord S— is Perſonated; (King William) having inv •• ed him with Large Demains at Rigate in Surrey, has the Character of a very Great Man, though I can't cloſe with him in his ill Manners to the Preſent Poſſeſſor of the great Seal, as to wiſh him to be Lord High Chancellor again; or ſay that He made way for a Fool or a Knave ſince his immediate Succeſſor, choſen by King William, is deſervedly Famous for being the very Reverſe of that Inv •• ious Apellation.

Amongſt the Poliſh Prelates there appear'd Cujavia, lov'd for Piety, for Prudence ſcar'd; Careleſs of Faction, or of Party hate, He firmly fixt to Sobieski's Fate; Follow'd his Fortune, and his Favour ſhar'd, And had the Miter for his juſt Reward. What tho' the Metropolitan declin'd, And more for Conti's Monarchy deſign'd; Cujavia, all the Primates Place ſupply'd; And Poland, her intended Prince enjoy'd; Culm, and Poſnania, Eccleſiaſtick Peers, And Patcherouski, old in Zeal as Years; With Thirteen Sacred Poliſh Miters who Are Poliſh Lords, and Poliſh Prelates too, Where all to Poland and Auguſtus true.

In Cujavia we may Read the B—p of S— Character who Preach'd the Inuaguration Sermon at the Coronation of their Late Majeſties King William and Queen Mary, and by Culm, Poſnania, Patcherousky and Thirteen Mitres more, are meant ſome very Good E—l Peers, who were againſt the Bill to prevent Occaſional Conformity, and conſequently rue to Poland and Auguſtus. Which Conſequence I ſhall no otherwiſe Animadvert upon, than that it is Injurious to Auguſtus his Character, as if he was againſt the Bill, when he had given ſuch Aſſurances from the Throne in Favour of the Church Eſtabliſh'd.

Theſe wore the Poliſh Lawrels to the laſt, And fixt the Poliſh Liberties ſo faſt, That Fate it ſelf cou'd not the Band deſtroy, But what they once poſſeſt, they ſtill enjoy. Theſe were the Columns which ſo long ſuſtain'd The Load of State when Sobieski Reign'd, Who all the Lines of Government reſtor'd, And held the Scepter while he drew the Sword. When he encampt on the Moldavian Plains, And freed the Poles from Mahomet's Servile Chains, The Turkiſh Banuers to his Sword ſubmit, Abroad his Valour and at home their Wit; They fought with Equal Enemies at home, And Equal trophies to their Conduct come; The Conquer'd Difficulties of the State Make all Men own their Conduct to be Great; And they that ſeek to blame their Management, And charge on them what they could not prevent, Should tell us in what Age it ſhall be known No Faults attend the State, no Knaves the Crown.

That Biſhops are Pillars of the Church, and Conſequently Columns, no Man will diſpute with him; but that they held the Scepter while he drew the Sword, I cannot agree with him, ſince it will very much derogate from the Honour of the Lords Juſtices among whom the Temporal L—ds preceding, for whom he expreſſes ſuch Regard, made a very great Figure.

Ungrateful Poland, never will be bleſt Till Sobieski's Management's confeſt; Till ſome of his forgotten Rules reſtor'd Such Stateſmen wield the Scepter, ſuch the Sword, Till ſome ſuch Heads in Poliſh Council ſit, And ſome ſuch Hero ſhall for Poland fight.

England has been bleſs'd with more Victories ſince Her Majeſty's Acceſſion to the Throne, than what fell to Her Share for a Century before, which is a long Computation of Years Compar'd to Thirteen; and our Councellors Heads have done enough at Home, as well as our Heroes Hands Abroad, to Eclypſe the Glory of any Hands or Heads whatſoever, King William's not excepted.

Finski, an upright Lithuanian Peer, Sets up for ſinking Poland's Prime Viſier; For Application and Impertinence No Man has half ſo much with half his Senſe; With Formal Step, and high Majeſtick Grin, Is Polander without, and Swede within. Envy and awkward Spleen ſit on his Face, In Speech preciſe, but always thinks apace; In Earneſt Nonſenſe does his Hours divide, Always to little Purpoſe, much employ'd. Strong in Opinion, in his Judgment Weak, And thinks himſelf exceeding politick. The Muſick of his Tongue is his Diſeaſe, Conceives abſurdly what he ſpeaks with Eaſe. The Diſcord of his Facu lties is plain, He talks with Pleaſure, what he thinks with Pain; And there 'tis own'd he ſhows ſome Policy To make his fluent Tongue his Brain ſupply. So Men are pleas'd with Shadows, ſo from hence The World miſtakes his jingling Tongue for Senſe. A buſie trifling Stateſman, Proud and Dull, A thinking, plodding, wiſe ſubſtantial Fool; In all vaſt Poland's far extended Round, No Man was known ſo emptily profound. Polite in Words, a ſtiff and formal Tongue, And ſpeaks to little purpoſe very long.

The Noble Peer that falls under his Cenſure here, is as much above his Detraction, as the deſpicable Wretch that flings Dirt at him is beneath his Notice. He never Employ'd his Momentous Hours about other Things than the Advantage of the Prince whoſe Service he was in, and as for ſinking any one, it was never in his Thoughts, if a Perſon aim'd at, Acted Contrary to the Well-being of the Government. By Polands Prime Viſier, is meant the L— H— T— who owes him no Thanks for giving him an Infidels Title, which I never heard belong'd to Poland before. But as the Character of the Great Man, whom he vilifies to the loweſt Degree is Falſe, ſo are the Terms he makes uſe of, to bring his Deſigns about by.

To him Auguſtus gave the Poliſh Seal, And made him Grieffier to the Common-weal. They that cou'd not his Licenſe firſt obtain, Might not go out of Poland or come in; The Publick Safety was the juſt Pretence To keep the Sweeds from true Intelligence; But the more Genuine Reaſon was the Pence. For in his time the Sweeds themſelves obtain'd His Blanks to paſs their Spies to Poliſh Land.

Grieffier of Poland, is likewiſe a Title in no wiſe belonging to the Court he applys it to; and the Publick has been ſo well ſatisfied about the pretended Proofs of the Wretch Fuller's Affidavity of his Lordſhips giving Paſſes to the French Diſcontented Natives of England, that it looks Ridiculous in one that lays any Claim to ſenſe, to incline towards the very thought of it.

The ſlow unſteady Mannager appears Too hot for Peace, too cold for Poliſh Wars; While charm'd with Foreign Margueretta's Song, His ſleeping Orders he delays too long Whole Fleets attend the Minſtrels ſofter Notes, By her the Stateſman ſteers, the Member votes. Well might the Syren be Compar'd to him That doz'd old Nature with his Touch Sublime. The lofty Cedars danc'd his ſofter Airs, And lofty Stupid Stateſmen bow to hers.

Mr. Foe ſure is acquainted with the Hermet in the Fable, that Blows Hot and Cold with the ſame Breath, or elſe how could he make his Slow Manager (which By the By is not to be Hot) too Hot for Peace, and too Cold for War. The Wi eſt of Men will have their Intervals of Diverſion, and it looks as well in one Stateſman, nay better, ſince the Fabrick of the Univerſe is Govern'd by Harmony, to paſs away his leſs Important Hours with Muſick, than for another to ſpend whole Weeks with Horſe Racing at New-Market. Beſides, let him conſider who was Secretary of State, when the Ships at Vigo were Taken and Deſtroy •… , the Town's in Flanders Surrendred, and the March to the Danube concerted, and he muſt Condemn himſelf for Blami ng his L—p's diſpatch of the Publick Buſineſs.

Of all the Poliſh grave Nobility, None acts ſo low that e'er was born ſo high; So fond of Liberty, he ne'er endur'd The Name of Slave, no not to his own Word.

This Paragraph, is the Product of a Complaint that this Incendiary vents in all Companies, about his L—p's not keeping his Word with him, when in Newgate; At the ſame time, that he is Conſcious to himſelf, he perform'd not the Conditions for which the Promiſe was made of his coming to do no Damage.

Auguſtus ſaw, and ſoon miſlik'd the Man, And found him to the Swediſh Cauſe incline; With eaſiy Skill he read his well-known Fate, A uſeleſs, unregarded Tool of State. What tho' the Poliſh Dyet was poſſeſt, And blindly in his Favour once Addreſt; The publick Banter all the Kingdom knew, It mov'd their Mirth and Indignation too: The general fixt Diſlike Auguſtus ſaw; Laid by the haughty Thing, and left him to the Law. The Quacking, Mountebanking Tool of State, That neither could be little, or be great, Retir'd to give us time to let him know, No Knave's above being told that He is ſo.

If the Parliament of England Addreſs'd the Throne in his Lordſhips Favour, they did nothing but what was conſiſtent with the Reputation of that Auguſt Aſſembly, and which ought to be allow'd for the pure effect of his Merit, as well as Taguskis's, who had likewiſe the ſame Honour done him, though not for the ſame Service. As for, no Knave is above being told HE IS SO, I agree with him, but the Conſequence may tell him before he is much Older, that an Honeſt Man is, ſuch as the Noblemen, whoſe Characters he makes ſo Free with.

Lawrensky next, of Pruſſia's Royal Breed, To Ladiſlaus by Marriages allyed; Tho' Int'reſted in Sobiesky's Line, Yet to the Sweedes he always did incline: He kept the Poliſh Caſh in Days of yore, When Kings grew Rich, and made the People Poor, And fain would now our Poliſh Treaſures teach To make their Monarchs Poor, the People Rich.

Under Lawrensky, none that is acquainted with Names or Things, but may know that Lawrence E— of R—ter is Couch'd. A Gentleman too near related to Her Majeſty, to be us'd after ſuch a manner, and whoſe Conduct as L— H— T—r has not been Excell'd by any Succeſſor whatever, without any Reflection upon the Preſent Management of the Ex—quer.

If Stories known of Old, ſhould be reviv'd, Of Leaves torn out, and horrid Facts conniv'd; Of Crimes too Black for Satyr to reveal, Which Kings ha' Dy'd, on purpoſe to Conceal: Were but the black Record again Review'd, When the falſe Peer his Maſter's Fate perſued, His Picture would too low for Satyr lye, And ſink the Wretch beneath Authority; VVhether the French, the Sax, or Poliſh race, He ever Fawn'd, and lookt with Janus Face. VVhen Sobieski did the Throne obtain, He Grudg d the Crown, tho' his own Race ſhould Reign: But when in Vice-Roys Dignity went Halves, He ſtoopt to Rule Moldavian Weſtern Slaves.

The Tearing the Leaves is ſuch a Forgery as has been more than once Exp ••• ed and Confuted in the late Reign, when his Enemies, ſuch as G p'd after his Lord Lieutenantſhip of Ireland, publiſh'd their Sham Vindication, and for that Cauſe requires no other Anſwer, than that thoſe who think it Meritorious to revile a N—m, will not ſtick to Traduce a R—r.

Now he Repines the Management ſupreme Is not, as he contriv'd, reſign'd to him: For this his Vice-Roy's Office he laid down, Again to Govern, and Abuſe the Crown; But wiſer Councils laid him gently by, And left him to bewail his loſt Authority.

His Character is of a much different Complexion, for he did not fling up his Lieutenancy of Ireland for the ſake of the Prime Miniſtry, but for his Eaſe, ſince the Iriſh are an Inflexible People, and not to be Gove n'd Eaſily but by ſuch as are the •… own Native. And he was ſo far from being diſſatisfied with the Meaſures taken by thoſe near Her Majeſty, that no other Motive but the Satisfaction in the Adminiſtration, induc'd him to retire.

Now he Cabals, the Parties to Ʋnite, And ſtrives to bring us all to Peace in Spite; Courts ev'ry Side to his abſurd Deſign, And thinks to make the Swedes and Coſſacks joyn; My Soul, his ſly, pretended Peace abhor, The Brooding Ʋnion's Big with Civil War; Rouze ev'ry Loyal Pole to Self-Defence, Give them for Arms, their Eyes, for Swords their Senſe, For all Men ſee the empty ſham Pretence.

Mr. Review has Preach'd up Peace and Union to ſome purpoſe, if at laſt he turns Renegade from his own Principles, and makes it his Buſineſs to Ridicule ſuch as are for a Treaty between the two Contending Parties. Give 'em for Arms their Eyes, ſays he, 〈◊〉 Swords their Senſe, as if Swords were not Arms; why did he not inſert for Guns their Eyes, ſince Arms and Swords are the very ſame ſort of Weapons.

Old Seymsky was of this intriguing Band, A Polack born, on Neiper's Golden Strand; Antient in Crimes, bred up to Fraud and Feud, His Int'reſt at his Maſter's Coſt perſu'd; A mighty Stock of ill-got Wealth enjoy'd, When Poliſh Troops our Poliſh Lands deſtroy'd; When his dear Countries Liberties lay low, He Fiſht in all the Troubles made then ſo: When Poland's Kings the Poliſh Peers oppreſt, And Property was made the Monarch's Jeſt, In thoſe dear Days he kept the Royal Caſh, And forg'd thoſe Cheats he ſince pretends to Laſh. Now he ſets up to ſave the Nation's Pelf, And wou'd have no man Cheat us but himſelf; Detects ill Practices with eager Vote, And rails at Bribes with mertenary Throat: That he ſhould be Ungrateful and Unjuſt, Deſpiſe the Grace, as he betray'd the Truſt; Be Proud, be Peeviſh, Inſolent, and Baſe, Nature has painted that upon his Face, Envy ſits rampant on his tott'ring Head, And R—e's wrote there ſo plain that every man may read.

In Seymsky, the Reader muſt agree with me, that he points at Sir Edward S—r, but all to no purpoſe. Reverberat Ictus, the Shot rebounds upon himſelf, and the Detracter falls a sacrifice to his own Calumny. At the Sitting of the Parliament, 'tis en to one, but this Seymski makes Foeski Eat his Words, he has ſhewn many a Better Man a pleaſanter Trick, and the Poliſh Scribe will not be the Firſt, whom he has brought upon his Knees for Breach of Priviledge. For he that Writes R— upon a Wiſeman's Forehead, ought to have Fool Written on his own, beſides the reſt of the Catalogue of Hard Names which are uſually affix'd to Pillories.

And now the conſcious Criminal appears, Affects to Cant of Poland's ſuff'ring Years, Reproaches little Villains with their Crimes, And rakes among the Evils of the Times.

Where Miſmanagements are, there they ſhould be taken notice of: for little Evils as well as Great, though he's of too Intrepid a Temper to ſpare them, ought to be animadverted upon.

That he ſhould Poland's Liberties maintain, Who can the wondrous Riddle now explain? Or, who Believe the Fact, that Knows the Man? Some think, indeed, it ſhou'd be underſtood A Penitence for Violence and Blood, To Expiate his Share in former Reigns, The S ••• k if not the Guilt of which remains. If that be True, that he ſhould make pretence, To Cenſure others for a paſt Offence, Savours of moſt prodigious Impudence; While he that ought to Bluſh at former Times, Boldly Condemns contemporary Crimes.

A General Charge without mentioning Particulars, can never Affect any Gentlemans Reputation, eſpecially one of his Figure and Family, and h s hints of expiating for Violence and Blood, will never make any Impreſſion upon any one that has had the leaſt Notice of what publick Service he had done, and continues to do, for the good of his Native Country, which he may be Styl'd the Ornament as well as Defence of.

Immortal Braſs ſits on his teſty Brows, Hard'ned with Bribes, with Frauds, and broken Vows; Infernal Feuds flame in his guilty Eyes; He ſtarts at Peace with Anger and Surprize: Weakn'd in Wickedneſs; in Wiſhes ſtrong, A bribe-receiving Hand, and clamouring Tongue; Falſe to Himſelf, his Monarch, and his Friends, But to the loweſt Step of Pride deſcends; Abject, and Mean, when Fortune's Storms appear, Proud and Intollerable when 'tis Fair; Noiſy in Speech, in Manner Inſolent, And awkwardly ſubmits to Government,

If Immortal Braſs fits on his Brows, how comes he to be Abject and mean when Storms appear? When a Man turns Abject, his Impudence commonly leaves him and dyes with his being diſpirited or I am wrong inform'd from Experience in the like Caſes.

Often the Poliſh Monarchs have eſſay'd, So much they of his Miſchiefs were afraid, To win the Bully off with gentle Words, And place him in the Claſs of Poliſh Lords; But he that lov'd the Villanies of Life, And chew'd the Air he breath'd to Sounds of Strife, That liv'd upon thoſe Particles of Fire Which nouriſh Feud, and prompt the vile Deſire, Choſe all the glittering Offers to deſpiſe, Too vain to be made Great, too proud to Riſe.

If Vanity conſiſts in a Fooliſh Perſuit after Titles and Applauſe, how can any one be too vain to be made Great? And if Pride is the effect of an Ambitious Temper, that aim's at an Increaſe of Prerogative and Power, can it be otherwiſe than Impoſſible, that the Gentleman here deſign'd can be too proud to Riſe? I have heard of Chewing of Tobacco indeed, but never heard of Chewing the Air to ſounds of Strife, which is a Note beyond Ela.

Auguſtus try'd him with uncommon Grace, Gave him his Houſhold Staff, and Houſhold Place; His Robe of Peer attempted to put on, But he put by that Feather to his Son; Accepts the high Command without the Name, Becauſe he covets Miſchief more than Fame. The Party-Zealot never could reſign His dear Speech-making, old, contentious Sin, Reſolv'd the Head of Faction to ſupply, And as he Liv'd unbleſt, uneaſie Dye.

He was too proud to be made Great before, but here He accepts the High Command. Ay but, ſays our Author without the Name of a P— as if Greatneſs did not conſiſt more in Extenſive Command than Length of Title. To Covet Miſchief more than Fame, is none of the moſt regular Expreſſions that have dropt from Mr. Foe. ſince Miſchief is Fame in one ſenſe, and a Man may as well be Famous that is Tranſmitted to Poſterity for doing Ill things as Good.

Auguſtus ſaw the Sullen Wretch go on, Neither by Art or Bounty to be won, His Malice he deſpis'd, his Pride contenm'd, And to his juſter Fate the Wretch condemn'd; Left him his empty Follies to purſue, And his unvalued Favours with his Staff withdrew.

The White Staff was not taken from him, but he reſign'd it; and as Her Majeſty Tax'd him with nothing diſrespectful to Her Auguſt Character, the Poet would have look'd like a Man of more V ••• city had he done the ſame.

Th' unſteady Stateſman's Temper yet untry'd, Left him at once, in ſpight of all his Pride; Not all his ſwelling Pride would give Relief, But ſunk his Spirit underneath his Grief: The cowardly, ſelf-condemn'd, abandon'd Wretch, Saw his ambitious Ends beyond his reach; With ſtrong Reluctance all his Honours quits, And with his Places now reſigns his Wits. So Pride unbounded, with no Power ſuffic'd, Wants Courage but to ſee it ſelf Deſpis'd.

How could he quit his Honours with Reluctance, when the very Gazette tells us he voluntary reſign'd them? Or how could his Temper be ſaid to be yet Untry'd, on Account of his Places, when he had the Experiment made upon him more than once in the ſurrender of more profitable Employs? But Contradiction ſis what the Party gain their Ends by, and ſo he's at Liberty to uſe them.

When Men are rais'd by Fate above their Senſe, Nature muſt ſink them in her own defence, Humane Society would elſe Decay, And Mad men quite demoliſh Liberty: For when the bloated Monſter's once pull'd down, The Soul deſerts, the Bubble's broke and gone; Abjectly Wretched, and with Shame ſurpris'd, He meanly begs what he before deſpis'd; The high Extreme inverts in his Diſtreſs, Dejected to a deſpicable, vile Exceſs. So Bullies are but Cowards in diſguiſe, Whom few Men Value, all Men ſhould Deſpiſe.

If he was not rais'd by Fate above his Senſe, in being Speaker of the Houſe of Commons, Treaſurer of the Navy, &c. Places of greater Importance by far, than the Comp •… 's of the Houſhold 'twas a little out of the way to make him loſe it for what, was little Better than a Feather, to a Gentleman of his Years and frequent Indiſpoſitions. And to make Nature do it in her own defence, requires ſuch Explanatory Notes from him, as he is not at leiſure to give us, being ſo taken up in Reading Horace, cum Notis Variorum.

Rokosky next fills up the ſpacious Rolls, The mighty Captain Baſſa of the Poles; In foreign Expeditions he's employ'd, And many Poliſh Millions has deſtroy'd; Abortive Projects flow in his looſe Brain, He loves to make a tedious Voyage in vain.

He will make the Polanders Infidels do what we can, notwithſtanding he has been told over and over, that Poland is a Chriſtian Country. But its Sir George R—k whom he fallen's his Talons on now, and he that has done more Good than all our Admirals at Sea for more than Twenty Years laſt paſt, muſt be a Captain Baſſa, and Mark'd out under an Odious Diſtinction.

Abandon'd Poland, how art thou Betray'd! Sold for that very Money thou haſt paid! The greedy Monſters that receive thy Pay, Trifle thy Blood, and Time, and Strengh away. Rokosky Covetous, and Inſolent, On Poland's weightieſt Errands has been ſent; Small Prophecy might thoſe Events foretell, Where he Commanded, that cou'd Fight ſo well.

Was the Deſtroying the Ships at La Hogue, the Breaking the Boom at Londonderry, the Deliverance of Two Hundred Ships Trading to Turkey, the Levant, &c. the Glorious Succels at Vigo, the Taking of Gibraltar, which the Spaniards have Spent ſo much Blood and Treaſure about, in Endeavouring to regain it, the Naval Victory over the whole Power of France and Spain, of ſo little Force as to render him liable with being Tax'd with Trifling our Blood Time and Strength away? If ſo, what Apellation will our Future Miſcarriages fall under, when it ſhall be Viſible how we ſuffer for wantof his Conduct, in the Marine Affairs?

His Voyages never have been made in vain, He took ſuch care of coming Home again: No Man cou'd ever give him a Defeat, And none can match him at a ſafe Retreat. The carefull'ſt Officer the Poles could chooſe, For when they bid him fly, he'll ne'er refuſe: A Neg'tive Soldier, always in the Right, Was never Beaten, and would ſeldom Fight: Poland will ne'er her antient Glory ſhow While Knaves and Cowards fight her Battles ſo.

To preſerve a Fleet, ſometimes is equal to a Victory, and Prince 〈◊〉 got more Honour in the laſt War, by making a Gloriou Retreat, than Luxemburgh did by defeating the Confederate 〈◊〉 at Landen. If he's a Negative Soldier that has Fought the 〈◊〉 of France and his Two Seconds with one Single Ship, with at being worſted, what a Champion of a Man muſt he be 〈…〉 an Affirmative?

••• osky now ſupports the Poliſh Crown, And fights the Quarrels of his Maſters Throne, 〈…〉 by Proxy when he Fights his Own.

Mr 〈◊〉 is not at all Oblig'd to you for reviving the Story of 〈◊〉 Diſpute between Him and Sir George, which tends ſo 〈…〉 to his Diſreputation, and reminds People of the Merry 〈…〉 the Rehearſal mentions of that Friend and Acquaintance 〈…〉 Fighting Duels. Should any Man ſerve me ſo, he ſhould 〈…〉 have the uſe of my Chambers at the Temple.

Poland, how paſt Retrieve muſt be thy Fate, Whe Cowards Guide thy Arms, and Knaves thy State, 〈…〉 the Braver Swediſh Squadrons meet, That ſtoop to Bully thoſe they dare not Fight? Co •••• e and Crime can never dwell ſo near; For where there's Guilt, there always will be Fear.

If P •… always where their's Guilt, then ſome Body is very Impr •… make a Champion for a Party; and if telling a Man to 〈…〉 the Open Field of Election, as Sir G— did 〈…〉 he wrote what he Tax'd him with, and would make it good, ie. Bullying, I dare perſuade my ſelf an Aſſertor of ſuch a Contradiction will not be able to Define what Fighting is.

PART II. IN Poliſh Dyet now they all appear, In Poliſh Dyet all Men free from Fear, May all their moſt malicious Thoughts declare. Auguſtus calls them to the place Supreme, There firſt they Swear to Poland, then to Him, That they will both Support, and both Defend, And All profeſs what very Few intend. There from the Throne, He tells them of the State, What things occur, and prompts their calm Debate; Tells them his ſteady Thoughts due Peace to give, And ancient Poliſh Honour to retrieve; How he by Law came there, by Law would Reign, And all their Poliſh Liberties maintain: But lets them know, he finds to his ſurprize, Some Poles are ev'n for this, his Enemies.

Freedom of Speech is allowed in the Engliſh Parliaments, but un er certain Reſtrictions; for ſome Members have ſpoke ſo much here, as to be call'd to the Bar, and afterwards ſent to the Tower for talking too freely. As for Swearing firſt to Poland, then to Him, would Mr. Foe give himſelf the Trouble of peruſing the Oaths he Members of Parliament take, he would not have occaſion to be old he is in an Error on that Account, ſince they ſwear to be true to heir Queen and Country, not COUNTRY and QUEEN.

Informs them of a deep Livonian Plot, And prompts them all to ſearch it farther out. Tells them the real Danger of the State, And asks them to prevent their Monarch's Fate, But preſſes them to Peace and Calm Debate.

By the Livonian Plot, is meant the Scotch Plot, which was ſo ve y deep indeed, that I never heard of any one yet that found the ottom of it.

It's all in vain, for Faction had poſſeſt Some Members, all the Dyet to moleſt; In vain the ſullen Deputies Debate, In vain they weakly prop the ſinking State; In vain to Oaths and Loyalty pretend, They Sell that Prince whom faintly they Defend.

The Commons were as hearty in purſuit of ſuch as were thought criminal 〈◊〉 that Juncture, as their Lordſhips, though they did not appoint a Committee to meet at N—d Houſe, and were ſo very far from faintly defending her Majeſty, that never a heartier and more earneſt Addreſs came from a People to a Prince on that Account. What remains, is to ask the Senſe of the laſt Line, and how it is a Conſequence, that they muſt ſell that Prince whom they defend faintly.

Satyr, with gentle Strokes the Miſchiefs touch, How little ſome Men ſaid, how ſome too much: How ſome, in hopes to pull the Coſſacks down, Slight the Livonian Plot, expoſe the Crown, Cavil, Contrive, make Speeches, and Debate, And Jeſt too much with Poland's dang'rous State. Prepoſt'rous Laws, abſurd in their Deſign, And, made on purpoſe to be broke, bring in; Divide, in order to Conſolidate, And Tack Deſtructon to the wounded State. Secure the Poliſh Free-men in a Goal, For fear the Nation's Liberties ſhould fail. The Poliſh dear-bought Priviledge deſtroy, That Dyets Tyranny they might enjoy. Support the Poliſh Dignity and Crown, By pulling all her just Defences down, And ſave the tott'ring Kingdom from her Fate, By decently embroiling Church and State,

He ſhould have given us the Names of thoſe Laws which he cal prepoſterous and abſurd, as his Reader might have known his Meaning. I have heard indeed of bringing in a Bill, but never of a La that was brought; for nothing can be call'd a Law till it has ha the Royal Aſſent. As for ſecuring the Poliſh Free-men in a Goa thoſe Free-men, as he terms them, were guilty of an expreſs Breac of Priviledge, in which the Honour of Parliament was ſo far concern'd, that they had leſſen'd their Authority, but for their Commitment.

Mackreski firſt, the Dyet's Pamphleteer, Stood up; —all Poland waited on his Chair, For all Men look'd ſome wond'rous thing to hear. So once the Teeming Hill in Travail groan'd, Th' expecting World the mighty Wonder own'd; Young Mountains, Twins at least, they lookt ſhould come, When One poor Mouſe clos'd the vaſt lab'ring Wom.

By Mackreſki, we are to underſtand Sir Humphry, who has written ſo very much and well for the Honour of the Houſe of Commons, and ſo learnedly vindicated their Priviledges, that were this Author Maſter of any Gratitude, he would rather pay his Acknowledgments to ſo worthy a Repreſentative, than make ſuch unmannerly Comments on what he himſelf, and all the Commons of England, are ſo nearly concern'd in.

The empty Orator in Florid Speech, Told them, that he was juſt as Wiſe as Rich; To's Printed Books for his Deſign referr'd, Tho' that he e'er Deſign'd, no Mortal ever heard: He talk't indeed ſometimes of Church and State, Of Piety, and of the Lord knows what; But no Man yet his vaſt Intentions found, Deep as his Mines, and like his Brains unſound. 'Twas full a Poliſh Hour the Member ſpoke, But all the Dyet all he ſaid miſtook: Some ſaid he talk'd of this, and ſome of that; Juſt ſo he jumbl'd Providence and Fate: In both, the ſame Intention he purſu'd, Neither to Underſtand, or to be Underſtood. Thus he Harangu'd them Thirteen times and more, And ſtill he left them where they were before. He talk'd of Crowns, of Property, and Law, And means to make them keep themſelves in Awe; Of perſecuting Peace, and quiet Jars, Nations in Nubibus beyond the Stars. Of mod'rate Feuds, and calm diſtemper'd States, And mov'd to Bleed us, to avoid Debates. Propos'd by Poverty our Wants to cure, Starving our Tradeſmen to employ the Poor: And backt his mighty Project with a Speech, Would ſpoil the Nation's Trade to make them Rich; In weighty Conference propt a tott'ring Cauſe To ſet our Priviledge above our Laws: But as ſome Learned Speeches us'd to fail, Becauſe they'd too much Head, and had no Tail; So this was Hiſt about, becauſe they ſaid, 'Twas all made up of Tail, and had no Head. Mackreski thus his Learned Breath beſtow'd, And as it did no Harm, it did no Good; And yet his Speech had this unlookt-for Charm, That as it did no Good, it did no Harm.

If the Poet that Lampoons him, were but half ſo wiſe and rich, he would have no Reaſon to expoſe himſelf in his Saturday's Review, July 7. by complaining of ſleeping Debates in Trade of ſeventeen Years ſtanding being reciv'd; and the very Management and Produce of thoſe Mines he is ſo angry at the Depth of, is ſuch an Argument of his Deſigning, that he ſhews his own want of Brains, by ſaying, No Man ever heard that he deſign'd. If the Dyet miſtook what he ſaid, why did they cloſe with his Projection, and paſs his Bill for the Relief of the Poor? But the Poet miſtakes him, and therefore all muſt. As for the reſt of the Jargon of Scandal upon this Gentleman, it's all of a piece, and his Quibling about his Speeches being made up of all Tail, and no Head, and his Convertible Terms, (which he is ſo famous for in his Little Maſter Review) no Good and no Harm, they are beneath Sir Humphry's Notice, and our Obſervation.

Pacski, a Poliſh Deputy, ſtood next, And all the Poliſh Senators perplext; His Zeal was for the Church ſo fiery red, His Breath at Diſtance ſtruck the Coſſacks Dead; Plosko', the Poliſh Biſhop, he o'erthrew, And made Auguſtus forc'd Reſentment ſhew: The Rev'rend Almoner at once diſplace, And aged Vertue bow'd to rampant Vice. Hark how the Party-Hero Silence broke, And mad with Zeal, and mad with Envy ſpoke.

By Pacſki, we may read Sir J—n P—n, a Gentleman whoſe Hereditary Zeal for the eſtabliſh'd Church and Government, is what renders him obnoxious to the Cenſures of thoſe that would ſhare in the Revenues of the Church, while they are Enemies to its Worſhip. If he did make Complaints to Parliament againſt his Dioceſan, every Gentleman has the Liberty ſo to do, when aggriev'd; and it has been more than once reſolv'd in St Stephen's Chappel, That no Peer has any thing to do with Elections for Members to ſerve in Parliament.

"Ye Poles, (ſays he) regard the tott'ring State, "And think with me, of our Fore-Fathers Fate; "The Rebel Coſſacks all their Force o'erthrew, "I'd rather ſee the Swedes do ſo for you. "But let us all the Coſſacks firſt expel, "And Tack their Ruin to the Tribute-Bill: "The Poles may then in Peace and Union thrive, "And Eccleſiaſtick Tyranny revive; "Auguſtus may our Quiet recommend, "But while theſe live, what Peace can he pretend; "And if Auguſtus favours their Defence, "To his Dethorning 'tis a just Pretence; "I Hate a Coſſack, tho' he were my Prince.

The Rebel Coſſacks, viz. the Round-heads, in Oliver's Time, and what they did, ought to be freſh in our Memory, that we may prevent the like Barbarities from them again. But how Tacking the Occaſional Bill as a Clauſe to the Land-Tax, could be Tacking their Ruin to the Tribute Bill, is beyond my Power to Divine, ſince there was no Property invaded, but the Church only ſecur'd by an Act of Parliament in her behalf.

He ſpoke, and Fury choak'd his riſing Spleen, And Paſſion kept more dang'rous Language in. For now he Mourns his juſt Deſigns are croſt, Complains that Speech that Place he talk'd for, loſt; Declares he meant no Miſchief to the Crown, Aim'd at no gen'ral Int'reſt but his Own; For that he ſpoke, and thought he ſhould no doubt, Talk himſelf in, and talk the Coſſacks out: But all his Province their Reſentment ſhow, All his Conſolidating Nonſence know, Their future Trusts to Packſki they refuſe, So periſh all that Poland's Truſts abuſe.

Sir John is of another Temper, than to talk for a Place, and of too large an Eſtate to make his Conſcience truckle to his Intereſt, as ſome that have gone over from the Church-party have. Neither is it Fact that all his Province diſclaim his Proceedings; they ſhew their juſt Reſentment indeed for his Affection to his Queen and Country for they have reſented it ſo as to chuſe him again for one of the Knights of the Shire, which is an Argument, that Mr. Foe ſhot his Bolt too ſoon, when he ſaid, Their future Truſts to Pacſki they refuſe.

When froward Toweroſki took his place, Zeal on his Tongue, and Fury in his Face. "Ye rev'rend Poles, (ſays he) let Heav'n forbid "That Words ſhould Poland's Liberties decide; "Our War's remote, but theſe are Foes indeed; "I'd rather Beat the Coſſacks, than the Swede. "Auguſtus talks to Us, I hope in vain "Of Peace, while Factious Coſſacks ſhall remain, "The Spawn of Rebels of Tartarian Race, "Who ask no Favour, and deſerve no Grace; "If first Auguſtus will deſtroy the Breed, "Then Peace at Home may probably ſucceed; "But while this Vip'rous Brood the Poles betray, "I'd not Auguſtus, tho' himſelf were here, Obey.

The Noble Gentleman that is perſonated here, Mr. B—, Brother to the E— of A—, is of another Diſpoſition than what is froward; and his Sweetneſs of Temper is as remarkable as his Loyalty to the preſent Government, which he would not forfeit his Obedience to for any Cauſe whatſoever. Though he has but too much Reaſon to think our Peace will never ſucceed at home, till ſuch as are averſe to it, and ſay, Peace, Peace, when there is no Peace, (I mean the Diſſenters) are remov'd from having any ſhare in the Adminiſtration.

He ſaid, and more than half the Dyet bow'd, And with conſenting Silence 'twas allow'd A Law ſhould paſs the Coſſacks to ſuppreſs, The only way to Poland's Happineſs. Mean while th' Aſſembly ſep'rately repair'd To Church, and there the famous Burſki heard, Now Stanſki, then Maroſki, and a third That always dealt in Tropes and Similies abſur'd; Theſe furious Prieſts the fatal Stroke excite, Tell them of Kings that ſpar'd th' Amalekite; The Grave Divines, in Pulpit Rhet'rick known, Talk'd of the Dyet's Wit to ſhow their own, Banter'd a Text or two, and talk'd ſome Greek, And ſo went Home to Drink out all the Week. Dooms the poor Coſſacks from the ſacred Text, And rav'd in Zeal till he the Cauſe perplext.

It was but reaſonable that a Law ſhould be brought in to prevent the Growth of Hypocriſy, and Endeavours be uſed to ſave Reprobates againſt their Wills, if they would not be inſtrumental to their own Salvation themſelves; and if all the Clergy in England had been ſo deſervedly famous as Dr. Birch, ſome People would have been nearer to that happy State, than they now are.

Priests, like the Female Sex, when they Engage, There's always ſomething Bloody in their Rage. He told the Dyet they muſt Fight and Pray, And pull the Coſſacks down the Shortest Way; And in his Zeal, ſo far his Text forgot, He Perjur'd his Auguſtus on the Spot; Unchurch'd the Nation, Curſt the Poliſh Tribes, And for their Cure, the Coſſacks Blood preſcribes.

If Dr. Stanhope, in his Sermon upon the 30th of January at St. Margaret's Church, apply'd the ſparing the Amalekite to the Subject of that Day, it was applicable enough; for the Remiſſneſs of King Charles the ſecond in not taking off all the Regicides, has been the chief Cauſe of our home-bred civil Diſſentions ever ſince: And if he talk'd Greek, it's more than the Learned Mr. Foe can do, the want of which Tongue, makes him exaſperated againſt all that uſe it.

Satyr, thy juſt Regret with Force reſtrain, With Temper W ite, altho' thou Think'st with Pain. When once the Pulpit-Plague Infects the Land, And Sermon-Readers get the upper-hand, The Nation's ruin'd, all the Town's undone, And Tongue-pad Evils, thro' the Vitals run; Reaſon ſubmits its captivated Head, And raging Nonſence governs in its ſtead. In vain our baniſh'd Liberties we ſeek, Wiſe-men are bound to hear, when Coxcombs ſpeak; Reaſon pays Homage to Impertinence, And Noiſe obtains the Victory from Senſe; The Clamouring Prieſt, Dogmatick, Proud and Dull, Aſſumes Dictating Right, and calls his Maſter Fool.

How he could Unchurch the Nation by preaching in Defence of the National Church, I cannot imagine; neither is it in my Power to know he could perjure Auguſtus; for Perſons guilty of a Breach of an Oath, in my humble Opinion, muſt perjure themſelves. As for his Reflection upon the Prieſt-hood in general, he acts contrary to their Precepts, and conſequently is not to be expected to ſpeak well of them; and if he himſelf thinks with Pain, then ſome body does ſo as well as my Lord of N—m; a great Condeſcention truly for our Author to accept of the Character he has beſtow'd upon that worthy P—r. Well, but he has Reaſon to think with Pain; the Church of England Clergy are Sermon-Readers, they don't Preach and Pray extempore, like Diſſenters, becauſe they think before they ſpeak; which Premeditation of theirs makes Reaſon ſubmit, and raging Nonſenſe govern in its ſtead. Moſt exquiſite Logick!

But if the Pulpit now began to Fire, The Preſs, the Pulpits Eccho, puſh it higher. Bold Sachareſki, in a Poliſh Rage, Would all the Poles in Civil Blood engage; Prints his exaſperated fiery Zeal, And Damns the Crown, for fear o' th' Common Weal.

By Sachareſki, it will not be amiſs to read Mr. Sacheverel, Fellow of Magdalen Colledge, a Gentleman whoſe Accompliſhments and Zeal render him as well an Honour to the Church and Univerſity, as an Otnament to the Colledge he belongs to; and as Loyal to the Queen, as he is faithful to his Country.

And two Extreams, one Miſchief may prevent. This Fury made the Poliſh Lords relent, And Senators, their firſt Reſolves repent.

How can Moderation be cenſur'd for an Extream? for that's a Vertue that is inſeparable from the Church of England; and if ſome L—s and Gentlemen were not ſo hearty as was expected for the Church's Service, it muſt be attributed to the Weakneſs of their own Reſolves, not any thing that was defective in her Worſhip.

The Dyet reaſſum'd, Cavenſki broke The Healing Party's Silence firſt, and ſpoke: The h ſty Prieſt (ſays he) I underſtood, The Gown too often dips the Sleeves in Blood: Th' unheard of Inſolence amaz'd my Soul, And Horror ſeizes every Chriſtian Pole; I am a Northern Deputy 'tis known, Where numerous Coſſacks dwell in every Town; The peaceful, and induſtrious People ſhow No Reaſon why they ſhould be treated ſo; What is't to us, what their Fore-Fathers were, The Poliſh Crown's too faſt for us to fear; Beſides, Rebellions differ but in Name, In future Ages Ours may be the ſame; If e'er the Old Fagellan Race ſhould Reign, And Damn our Revolutions; 'tis in vain To talk of Titles, where the Swords devour; They'r always Rebels, who have loſt their Power.

With all Deference to my L—d M—ſs of H—n's excellent Qualities and healing Diſcourſe. Though his L—p is to be commended for ſtanding up for ſo numerous a People as Yorkſhire, who is ſo happy in the Choice of ſo excellent a Champion, Mr. Foe has made him make but an indifferent Speech, which is ſomewhat unmannerly for a Gentleman of his great Quality. For I cannot make Senſe of, The haſty Prieſt (ſays he) I underſtood, The Gown too often dips the Sleeves in Blood. Beſides, he introduces his L—p, ſpeaking as if the Revolution was a Rebellion, and inſinuates by way of Compariſon, as if it was equally criminal with that in Forty one.

The Coſſacks now incorporate, and ty'd By Laws, by Intereſt, and by Blood ally'd, Are native Poles, in Poland's Intereſt bound: To tack them now, would Poland's Peace confound: They'r rich and brave, and always have withſtood Th invading Tartars with their Wealth and Blood; And have undoubted Title to pretend To enjoy that Land, they helpt us to defend: Beſides, by Laws, their Liberties remain, Thoſe Laws, Auguſtus promis'd to maintain; This Prieſt would make thoſe Promiſes in vain. I think their Liberties their Due t' enjoy, That they may help us now, the Swedes deſtroy; With him the old Nobility concur'd, And Damn'd the Bill at Cruel and Abſur'd.

Who doubts the Diſſenters Right and Title to their Eſtate? Heaven's forbid they ſhould be wrong'd in the minuteſt Particle, either as to their Temporal or Spiritual Concerns. The Church-party neither has, or ever had any Thoughts that tended towards their no enjoying the Land ſince the late Revolution. Neither did the Queen promiſe to eſtabliſh them, only maintain them in the Benefits that accrue to them from the Act of Toleration.

The zealous Deputies reſiſt in vain, And Envy prompts them to their ſtrong Diſdain; With mighty Struggle, and avow'd Regret, They only ſeem t' adjourn the warm Debate; Reſolv'd in future Dyets to perſue The Coſſacks Ruin, and the Nation's too.

If the Church of England can never be ſufficiently ſecur'd till the Bill paſſes, 'twould be impardonable for them wholly to drop the Debate; wherefore 'tis but their Duty to adjourn it to a more convenient Opportunity.

Auguſtus, how unhappy is thy Fate? How hardly do'ſt thou hold the tott'ring State? In vain of Peace thou do'ſt the Poles perſuade, Deep as Infernal Darkneſs, their Deſigns are laid.

Never was Queen happier than her preſent Majeſty, and never was Princeſs more the Delight of the Church of England, who pays her the Hearts of her Sons, by way of Acknowledgments of her Duty, while the Offerings of the Diſſenters have more of Appearance than real Sincerity.

Let them no more thy Soveraign Peace abuſe, Subjects can ne'er the Prince's Grace refuſe; But 'tis a certain Signal to the Throne, They aim at no leſs Purchaſe, than his Crown. But ſtill Auguſtus, his juſt Wrath forbears, And Honours load the Wretches whom he fears; Fain he would all their due Allegiance buy, Does all his ſoft engaging Favours try; To all the Charms of Kindneſs he's enclin'd, With Grace would win a Turk's more conſtant Mind.

How can the Patriots that ſtand up in Defence of the Church, aim at her Majeſty's Crown? Have not they more to loſe than the Diſſenters? Are not they poſſeſs'd of the beſt Eſtates of the Land? And would not a French Power be more deſtructive of their civil Rights and Immunities, than thoſe of a Sect of Men who have no Right to any Eſtabliſhment, and who have more than once, witneſs their Brethren in Scotland, cloſed in with Rome and France, in Oppoſition to a Worſhip they are declar'd Enemies of.

Diſpos'd to Pardon, all their Follies paſt, And win them to their Country's Good at laſt. Heaps undeſerv'd his Favours on their Heads, With gentle Hand to their own Duty leads: Shews them the way to ſave the bleeding State, And truſt them with his Own, and Poland's Fate.

What is hinted here, exactly Tallies with her Majeſty's Uſage of the Diſſenters ſince her happy Acceſſion to the Throne; but it has always been the Practice of the Party, to throw Dirt firſt, and to fence off a Reproach, by fixing it upon thoſe from whence they expect it.

'Till Treaſon, blacken'd with Ingratitude, Had all their Senſe and Modeſty ſubdu'd; Ripen'd by Royal Mercy for Reproof, The patient Prince had been provok'd enough.

Whom the Aſperſions in this Paragraph belong to, may be ſoon diſcover'd, by the Whigs inſolent Uſage of Her Majeſty and Miniſtry, 'till the laſt Seſſion of Parliament, when a Change was made in the Adminiſtration and as for Treaſon blacken'd with Ingratitude, they know beſt how to form New Conſpiracies, that have been ſo dext'ious in managing Old.

In vain he's of Livonian Plots afraid, And Swedes preparing Poland to invade; Inteſtine Feud the Poliſh Rakes perſue, Their King inſtead of Coſſacks to undo; Neglect the publick Danger to the laſt, And make the Nation's real Fears, their Jeſt; Willing to leave us open to Surprize, Poland can have no greater Enemies.

As for the Plot here hinted at, we may expect Diſcoveries of th Authors of it, from the Parliament of Scotland as ſoon as they ſhal fit; 'till then, perhaps, it may be out of his Power to know whe •… to fix it: For it's an unqueſtionable Truth, That he that hides a thing, is the beſt able to find it again.

Tocockſi firſt, a forward Southern Pole, A Polliſh'd Carcaſs, and a Burniſh'd Soul; We cannot ſay he did the Silence break, For he did always little elſe but ſpeak. How vain a thing's the empty Sound of Words Abſtracted from the Meaning it affords. Long Speeches from his beated Spleen proceed, And Nature makes him talk, to eaſe his Head; The Hypocondriack Vapours upward fly, And form ſome Words of State and Policy; Bear with the States-man, 'twas his Flux of Gall, For all Men know he never meant at all.

By Tocockſi, we are to underſtand Mr. T—ke, a Gentleman deſevedly the Envy of all ill Men, becauſe he is the Glory of the Go •… and who may truly be ſaid to be poliſh'd, and of ſhining Abiliti if any Gentleman in England deſerves that Character: So that wh •… is inſerted of him, is the very Reverſe of his Demeanour; and 〈◊〉 is ſo far from not thinking at all, that the Politeneſs, and Effica •… of what he ſpeaks, intimates as much as if he thought always.

He dooms the Coſſacks to Tartarian Shades, Their Civil and Religious Rights invades. Demand no Reaſon, Satyr, that's ſupply'd With Paſſion, Parties, Prejudice, and Pride; But if his wiſer Arguments you'd know, He heard 'twas Juſt, old Seymski told him ſo; That Learned Oracle ſupports the Cauſe, And Noiſy Zeal ſupplies the want of Laws.

Can a Diſſenter be ſaid to be doom'd to Tartarian Shades, when it is endeavour'd that he may be reſcued from finking downwards, thro' the great Weight of Hypocriſy? And is it not the higheſt Injuſtice to ſay, Mr. T—ke inclines this Way, or that Way. as Sir Ed. S—r directs him, when Sir Ed— himſelf would think it no Diſparagement to adviſe with him?

The hot young Beau affects the Marſhal's Chair, And hopes in time to rule the Dyet there; Now he's the Party-Leader of the Day, Reſolv'd to teach the Coſſacks how to pray, Or from the Poliſh Church to drive 'em all away.

To teach any one to pray after the true Form of Worſhip, is to deſerve the Thanks of thoſe that are inſtructed; and tho' he does not affect the Chair, I queſtion whether there is one among his Enemieshas an equal Title to it.

A Troop of Tackers at his Elbow ſtand, Ready to move at his uſurp'd Command; Who all the Image of their Captain bear, And in their Name may read their Character. The Word in Poliſh, ſignifies a Fool, A Man without a Meaning, call'd a Tool, A weighty Block-head with an empty Scull.

When the Tackers in K. Charles the Second's Time, were for tacking away all the Prerogatives of the Crown, the Name of them was not Fool then, but Knave: 'Twas their own dear Invention, and always put in Practice by the Commonwealth Party. But for the Church to aſſume only the Liberty of trying the Experiment once, and that for the Preſervation of the Monarchy, there it muſt immediately fall under the Name of Folly, becauſe ſucceſsleſs.

Nor let enquiring Heads decline the Name, Tackers and Tookites always are the ſame; The Emblematick Title's eas'ly known, Their Coat of Arms, ſtands up in Warſaw Town; Rampant the Aſs, enrob'd in Lyons Skin, To make the Bully keep the Block-head in; Quarter'd at large it lyes, Perte-Per-Pale, The Aſſe's Ears againſt the Lyon's Tail.

He might have ſpar'd himſelf making the Tackers a Coat of Arms; for it's well known they had them from their Predeceſſors, and have not been ſo good Cuſtomers to the Herauld's Office, as the Whigs of late Years, who have had none to put upon their Coaches 'till they paid for them.

The Family from Tartary deſcends, And all the Furioſo's are their Friends; Before the Swediſh Conqueſt they came in, And ſome are lately run away again. Their num'rous Offspring fills our Poliſh Rolls, So cloſe ally'd to all our Native Poles, "We hardly know from whence they came, or when, "And yet they boaſt they're True-born Poliſh-men. Theſe are the Men would pull the Coſſacks down, And after them, Auguſtus and his Crown. But Poland's Genius Laught in hiſſing Air, And Guilt made all the Rakes diſcloſe their Fear. The BILL's thrown out, but ſtill they puſh their Cauſe, In future Dyets hope for future Laws; Rail at the Coſſacks, falſe Conſtructions draw, And Bully thoſe they cannot Kill by Law.

If they hardly know from whence they came, or when, how comes he to lay it down for granted, that they are deſcended from Tartary? But I forget he is quoting himſelf, and the True-born Engliſh-man muſt be brought in, though introduc'd by the Head and Shoulders.

Bromski with Poliſh Air, but Swediſh Skill, Boaſts that he was the Father of the Bill: In Foreign Parts he Travell'd much in vain, Juſt made a Book, and ſo came Home again: Tells us he ſaw a Bridge at Rocheſter, And when he was at Chatham, HE WAS THERE; So when progreſſively to France he's come, He gravely ſays, he knew he wa'n't at Home. Tells us he ſaw at Oyſe a ſad Diſtaſter, The Bridge broke down, becauſe't could ſtand no faſter. And at Chantilly, th' Prince of Conde's Town, A Caſtle ſtood, before they pull'd it down. Montrevil's fortify'd, but is not ſtrong; Paris lyes round, and yet is two Miles long; And of the Buildings, this wiſe Truth he tells, They're gen'rally of Stone, OR SOMETHING ELSE. Some Lands lye high, ſome lower ſtill, and lower, And where the People are not Rich, THEY'RE POOR. The Learned Author then proceeds to tell How near the Alps he clamber'd up a Hill With many a weary Step, and many a Stride, And ſo came down again, on t'other ſide. Tells us at Rome he ſaw a ſwinging Church, And reads a Learned Lecture on the Porch: Inform'd the World in Print where he had been, But bought the Books himſelf, for fear they ſhould be ſeen.

His traducing Mr. Br—ly for his Book, is no Argument of the Goodneſs of his own; beſides, his contemptible Treatment of it will render that Gentleman more valuable, becauſe his Enemy is ſo illiterate, as not to be able to diſtinguiſh between what's a Learned Lecture, or not: And it's enough for him not to have blacken'd him as to other Concerns; for had he been guilty of any thing like a Crime, he would have been ſure of being told of it.

This worthy Author, warm with Poliſh Zeal, Strives all the Coſſacks Freedom to repeal; Corrects the Bill, and to remove our Doubt, The Perſecution Preamble left out; A Mark of Honeſty, to let us know, They ſcorn'd to hide what they reſolv'd to do: Sure of the Game, the Mark was ſo laid by, And blinder Coſſacks ſaw their Deſtiny.

The Preamble was not left out, becauſe it favour'd of Perſecution, but becauſe the Diſſenters, and their Friends in Parliament, exclaim'd againſt it as ſuch.

Thus fir'd with Party Zeal, he read the Bill, And ask'd the Dyet how they lik'd his Stile: With many a Learned Speech, and formal Face, For Italy had taught him the Grimace, Th' exaſperated Fop his Plot declares, And to the Dyet makes revengeful Prayers: At Coſſacks Ruin, makes the Grand Eſſay, And tacks the Church's Fall the Shortest Way.

Formality of Face, is all the Sobriety the Generality of the adverſe Party are famous for; and if the Perſon that calumniates him had but any thing like his Learning and Breeding, he would have made it his Choice to have paid him his Acknowledgments for his Services to his Country, not a Return of baſe Ingratitude forſuch ineſtimable Goodneſs.

Meerski, an ancient Mercenary Pole, With vitious Body, and a harden'd Soul, Grown Old in Crimes, as he was Lame in Senſe, But not at all decay'd in Impudence; His long ſince baffl'd Conſcience told his Fate, He owns he's Damn'd, and there's an end of that: But for the Coſſacks Bill he rav'd ſo loud, And ſo inflam'd his old fermented Blood, That ſome advis'd him to go home to Bed, Open a Vein or two, and ſhave his Head, Not knowing he had long ago been Mad.

By his Deſcription, he ſhould know Sir Thomas M—rs no better than Mr. Br—ly: But Madneſs is like the Yellow Jaundice; and thoſe that are poſſeſs'd with it, think every one they ſee of the ſame Complexion; otherwiſe he would never ſay, this worthy Knight was under that Predicament.

The Old Buffoon, Debauch'd in early time, Boaſts of his Vice, and Hugs himſelf in Crime: Lewdneſs has Forty Years forſook the Beaſt, And left his Vicious Body to its Age and Reſt; But tho' the Active part of Vice is Dead, The Rampant Devil's Regnant in his Head, Hurries the Leud Diſtemper'd Wretch along, With Vile Blaſphemous Voice, and Baudy Tongue.

If Leudneſs has forſook his Breaſt forty Years, then how can the Rampant Devil hurry the Leud Diſtemper'd Wretch along ſtill? for it is impoſſible for a Man not to be Wicked, and Wicked at the ſame time.

Well might an Antient Poliſh Bard Decree Jowler the Hound, a Wiſer Beaſt than he: Meersky has always been the Dyets Jeſt, Laughs loudeſt at himſelf, to Pleaſe the reſt; Betwixt th' Extreams of Banter and of Rage, He made himſelf the Fool, the Houſe the Stage, The Poliſh Merry Andrew, ſhifting Shapes Till he's the very Block Head which he Apes.

I would not be thought to compare Mr. Dryden who is the Antient Poliſh Bard here meant to Mr. Foe, on Account of his Poetical Performance; but for Ill-Nature, the latter has ſuch an Exceſs of it that he may be properly ſaid to loſe by the Character; though Mr. Dryden had his ſhare too, and fell foul upon Sir Thomas on Account of a Perſonal Pique, which always carries more Malice than Truth in it.

Wardsky, a Deputy of Northern Race, Weak in his Head, but very ſtrong in Face; Aſſurance many Bleſſings may contain, And often times ſupplys the want of Brain; A Junior Tookite forward in the Cauſe, To Damn the Coſſacks by unheard of Laws; A Scolding Clamouring Member, Vain and Loud, Noiſy in Words, and not a little Proud His Poliſh fury ran before his Sence, Mighty in Wit, vaſt in Impertinence; The Hiſſing Dyet Laught, the Beau won on, Mutter'd a Curſe or Two, and ſo ſat down.

How can Mr. W—rd be mighty in Wit, and vaſt in Impertinence, at the ſame time, unleſs Mr Foe takes Wit and Impertinence for convertible Terms, as he did the Elements of Air and Water in one of his Reviews.

Satyr, make room for Men of Poliſh Wit, Whoſe Zeal as well as Learning's too Polite; A Poliſh Tookite of Collegiate Fame, Hight Anneslesky, that's his Poliſh Name.

Satyr may make Room for Mr. Anneſly Member of Parliament for the Univerſity of Cambridge a long as it pleaſes for it, though I do not wonder a Perſon ſhould have no good opinion for Colledges, that has never been in any other than that of Newgate.

He Learnt ill Tongues in Cambria's Famous Hall, And very Apely repreſents them all: Down with the Coſſacks is his Darling Word, The Bully Tongue ſupplies the Tamer Sword; He Damns the Coſſacks with Exalted Vote, And Horrid Language fills his raveing Throat; Nor does it Check the Man's degenerate Scorn, To think that he himſelf's a Coſſack Born; Rather than not ſurpreſs the Growing Evil, He freely Votes his Fathers to the Devil.

The Earl of Angleſea, Lord Privy-Seal to King Charles II. whom this Paragraph highly injures in calling him a Coſſack, was advanc'd for his Loyalty and Zeal for the Church Eſtabliſh'd; and being the Father of this Worthy Gentleman made ſuch Proviſion for his Son's Education, as is in no wiſe conſonant to the Diſſenters Communion. For though they have their ſeparate Univerſities at Ʋtrecht, Leyden, &c. they are averſe to the two Univerſities here, where Religion and Loyalty are Taught and Practis'd. Which is an Argument that he did not Deſign to have his Son bred up otherwiſe than in thoſe Principles which he ſo gloriouſly adhere's to. And how a Man can Vote his Fathers to the Devil, by coming up to his Father's Direction, I muſt profeſs my ſelf Incapable of Explaining.

Never did Univerſity pretend, To Poliſh Dyet ſuch a Wretch to ſend; 'Tis own'd they did not Chuſe him for his Sence, But he got in by Dint of Impudence; A finiſh'd Coxcomb, with Aſſuming Wit, In all but Senſe and Manners he's Compleat, So furniſht with the Language of the Town, He made our Dunghil Rhetorick, all his own; All his endeavours to ſupport the State, H' Expreſſes in the Stile of Billingsgate; Of Modeſty and Manners very Shy, And bleſt with every Gift but Honeſty,

If he has neither Senſe nor Manners, how comes he to be Bleſs'd with every Gift but Honeſtys For as I take it, Senſe and Manners are Gifts, and he can't have them, and not have them at the ſame time.

Gransky was newly made a Poliſh Lord, Tho' moſt Men thought 'twas haſty and abſurd, His Honour thus, before his Wealth ſhould riſe, But that his other Stock, that want ſupplies.

By Gransky, the Poet deſigns we ſhall read the L— G—ll, though he gives us no Lineaments of him in his pretended Character. That he was made a Lord was the Queen's Act and Deed, and to call his Creation Abſurd, is to make her Majeſty Guilty of that Abſurdity.

One farther Miſchief his advancement brought, Our Poliſh Mob have made the Grievance out; May-Fair and Hockly, ſuffer ſuch a Blow, 'Twill all the Bears and Back-Sword Men Undo; All things give way to Fate's eternal Doom, The ſhouting Croud ha' loſt their Captain Tom. See how the Stage of Dirty Honour fails, And Warſaw her Street Colonel Bewails; No more the Gladiator now appears, Patron to all the Whores, and all the Bears, The Poliſh Smithfield Butchers ſtorm and rage, And ſable Weeds adorn the drooping Stage; Prize fighting Triumphs paſs no more Cheap ſide, Nor female Champions in their Armour ride, The Sword and Dagger-Heroes are undone, Gransky their darling Patron, Gransky's gone; Auguſtus thus at one unhappy Word, Loſt the wild Gentry firſt to gain the Lord.

When once a Gentleman comes to be the Envy of a Party, and an overmatch for them in Politicks as well as Popularity and the People's Affection, they make it their endeavour to render him Little, leaſt his Merits ſhould raiſe him too high for their reach. This worthy Patriot's Services by Sea and Land atteſt for him that his Thoughts are above Prize fighting and ſuch Vulgar Exerciſes, and though he may have Diverted himſelf as well as others, by ſeeing the Rarities of Art and Nature, it's no more than the greateſt Councellor in the Cabinet deſcends to, ſometimes.

Yet Gransky once the People's Humour Croſt, He would be for the Bill, what'er it coſt; Tho' all the Poles their high Diſlike expreſt, And ſo the Bill and Lord made up the Jeſt. Gransky was always Zealous for the State, But when the Swedes endangered Poland's Fate, He gravely Vow'd and Swore he'd ne'er Aſſociate.

More Noblemen and Gentlemen than He who refus'd the Aſſociation at firſt have taken it ſince, and to be ſingly in the Right, is more Honourable than to have Thouſands embark with him in a Cauſe that is wrong.

Not Vows nor Oaths, can Poliſh Members bind, When latent Proſpects prepoſeſs the Mind; For when he had the Mareſchal's Chair in View, Thro' Forty Oaths that bleſſing he'd Purſue. Satyr, The Ambitious Wretch Commiſerate, Inſult no more a Man of adverſe Fate; The Sullen Member's Chagrin and Perplext, With high extreams of Pride, and Envy Vext, Becauſe from Speaking Office he muſt Fall, For two long Years, he'd hardly ſpeak at all.

None that knows him will ſay, that he is not Maſter of Abilities to fill the Speakers Chair, and had the Perſon that cenſures him for hardly ſpeaking at all theſe two long Years, manag'd his Pen as the Noble P—r is ſaid to manage his Tongue, he would have no occaſion next Seſſion of Parliament to take the Country Air, when the Winter draws other People to the City.

Auguſtus always, all Men's Good Intends, To make the Man of Miſchief ſome Amends, He ſent him down among his Weſtern Friends. The Tinners Petty Dyet he Prepares, Bear-Garden there, in Miniature Appears; The Mobb-Aſſembly heal'd his Diſcontent, For Rabble always was his Element.

A Sign that he knows the Conſtitution of the Stannaries, to ſay it is a Bear-Garden, and Mob-Aſſembly, when moſt of the beſt Gentlemen of the Weſt gave their Appearance there. I hope he has chang'd his mind ſince his Lordſhip's Removal from being Lord Warden, or it will be an Affront to Mr. Godolphin who ſucceeds him.

In High Mock Majetty, and awkward State, He Apes the Prince, and thinks himſelf as great: The Black Aſſembly, in the Sulph'rous Shades, Where Mining Hand the Glitt'ring Oar Invades, "With all the Elder evils of the Mines, "He calls in Convocations like Divines, "Mobb'd them a Speech, within their Smoaky Den, "Said much of Nothing, and came Home again.

The Speech which he calls a Mobb-Speech may be ſeen in the Gazette, and to ſay much of nothing, is rather an Argument of his Dexterity in Diſcourſe than againſt it. As for his calling the Elder Devils of the Mines like Divines to the Convocation-Houſe, that carries ſuch an odious Reflection upon the Church of England Clergy in General, that i tought to be cenſur'd by the Civil-Magiſtrate.

Bankski, a New Contemporary Lord, An Orator at Poland's Chancery Board, Furniſht with Ciceronian Eloquence, And mighty Flights of Language, none of Sence; Speech making was his due Paternal Fame, And made his Voice a Pun upon his Name; A Tongue-Pad Family, of Wheedling Race, And talks of nothing with a Wondrous Grace.

By Banksky we are to underſtand, the L—d Gu—ſey who Married Sir John Banks's Daughter, whom he owns to be furniſh'd with Ciceronian Eloquence, at the ſame time as he will allow him to have no Senſe. An Inſtance of the Satyriſt's great Knowledge in Cicero, whoſe Oratory conſiſted not only in the Cadence of his Words, but the Senſe of them. As for his Voice being a Pun upon his Name, (viz). that there is Muſick in it, and his Name is Finch, that is ſo ſorry a Conundrum that OWEN SWAN would kick his Vinegar drawer out of Doors for it.

Auguſtus mov'd him, as 'twas underſtood, That he might do no Harm who did no Good: The Coſſacks at his Honour much Rejoyce, For right or wrong, they always loſſ his Voice; And Finky's glad of his aſſiſtance here, To Check ſometimes the too much talking Peer, By Force, to ſtop the forward weak Effort, Leſt he ſhould make the Dyet too much Sport; How oft in Pity has he Pinn'd him down, Whiſper'd his Fathers Credit, and his own; Told him his Grandſire's old, ſubſtantial Rule, That silence never can deſcribe a Fool.

The Queen mov'd him from the Commons to the Peers, from a true Senſe of his Worth, and the Nation is more indebted to his Aſſiſtance than his Brother who needs it not, and is Second to no one Patriot whatſoever in every Acquiſition whether Natural or Artificial, that can make a Compleat States-man.

Unhappy inski, had he been but Wiſe, And took his Younger Brother's grave Advice, Whartski, Mobunski, and a Hundred more, Had been as Sober as they were before; The Dyet's Gravity had ne'er been broke, For no Man Laugh'd but juſt when inski ſpoke.

For a Man to be laugh'd at, and diſreſpectfully treated by ſome People, redounds to his Credit ſince we are equaly to conſider the Perſons that Laugh with thoſe that are Laught at, and the Character of the one is to be eſteem'd or deſpis'd, according to the Character of the other.

Bucksky, a ſtalking, ſharping, Poliſh Peer, A Whoreing, Gameing, Swearing Chicaneer; How juſt is Fate in his well-known Diſeaſe, To make him Love the Whore he cannot Pleaſe; Strange Power of Vice, whoſe Fury will prevail, Poſſeſs the Head where it has left the Tail, Nature grown Antick and Impertinent. Let's this be Leud, and that be Impotent, Had there been Money moving with the Bill, Both ſides knew how to purchaſe his good will; His Vote's ſo ſure, it never can be loſt, 'Tis always to be had by Who bids moſt? Warſaw Remembers him of Old for that, Tho' other Members ſuffer'd for the Cheat. When City Brothers, Orphans Funds purſue, And Loſt their Bill and loſt their Money too. His lofty Pallace now affronts the Park, Light ſome the Tenement, th' Incumbent Dark; The Emblematic Sides Deſcribe his Grace, This Double Front, and that a Double Face. Sibi Moleſtus, on the Coyns appear, Tho' moſt Men think his Lordſhip need not fear, No Man can envy him, his Heaven here, Laetantur Lares Guilds the ſpacious Frize, For Houſhold Gods Dwell there of every Size; 'Twas ne're for theſe he Built the ſpacious Dome, For all his Graces Gods would lye in far leſs Room.

The Motto's of Sibi Moleſtus and Laetantur Lares, ſo well deſcribe the great Man here hinted at, that there is no need of explaining it: Wherefore, I ſhall only animadvert upon his Poetical Forehead, that could have the Impudence to ſay ſo much, when there is ſo little reaſon of ſaying any thing of this Nature; and point out a Perſon ſo plain, in affronting of whom, not only the whole Nobility is concern'd, but the Queen Her ſelf, who is the Fountain of all Honour, and is Intereſted in keeping its chryſtal Streams pure and undefiled from ſuch horrid Contaminations.

Guinsky, a Tartar of Circaſſhan Race, What e're he wants in Head, makes up in Face; In ſpight of Title, will be call'd a Pole, A Ruſſian Phys, and a Tartarian Soul; In Prudence Light, and in his Follies Grave, For Nature makes the Fool ſuppreſs the Knave, A Coſſack Bred, but grew a Coxcomb Young; His Wits Decreaſing, as his Pride grew ſtrong; The ſhort Inſtruction had prepar'd his Mind, But as his Vice Encreas'd, his Sence Declin'd; Ambition now, his antient Thoughts Employs, And all the little Grace he had Deſtroys With empty Notions; Occupie's his Head, In Seymski's Weſtern Empire to ſucceed; Affects the antient Tyrant's vileſt Part, To fawn with Spleen, and to Inſult with Art: In Poland's Weſtern Capital he Reigns, Binters himſelf at moſt exceſſive Pains; Seeks the Recorders Chair, and fain he wou'd, Diſpenſe thoſe Laws he never underſtood A Hackney Deputy for every Town, But ſooneſt Choſen where he leaſt was known: Full Thirty Years he did the Houſe Moleſt, The Dyets Banter, and the Kingdoms Jeſt: In ſtrong aſſuming Nonſence ſtill goes on, Railing at Places, but forgets his own: A Patent Broker Jobbs a great Imploy, That he may th' Money, not the Poſt Enjoy; For Bear-Skin Places, Chaffers with the State, Secures the Caſh, and leaves the reſt to Fate; Enricht with Fraud, in Trick, and Cheat grown Old, And Places Bought on purpoſe to be Sold. Yet to Compleat himſelf the Nation's Jeſt, He Damn'd the very Bribes that he Poſſeſt: By his own Vote, Diſgorges ill got Fees, And ſo by Law Corrects his own Diſeate: Thus he became the Dyets daily Sport, A Knave in Council, and a Boor at Court: Learn'd without Letters, Vain without Conceit, Empty of Manners, Over-grown in Wit: Of High Tyrannick Notions Prepoſſeſt, The fitter to be Monarch of the Weſt, When Seymski's froward Spirit's gone to Reſt.

Great Wits will be guilty of Miſtakes ſometimes, I perceive; for the Perſon miſrepreſented here is one of his own Kidney; and he may ſooner find Sir R— G—n at Hannover, than affecting the Recorder's Chair at Exeter: And if he is guilty of any thing here taxed with, he belongs to the Poet's own Party; and muchgood may He do them, for Sir E— S—r has a greater Value for the Monarchy, than to have a Republican for his Diſciple, unleſs it be to Convert him.

Powski, a noiſy Poliſh advocate, Grown Rich by Law, and buiſy in the State; Gravely he ſpeaks in Poliſh Bombaſt Stile, And thinks the Dyets Pleas'd, becauſe they Smile; Tav' Finksi cou'd have laid him down the Rule, A Wiſe Man's Smile's, a Banter to a Fooi; But Powski furniſh'd with Opinion Wit, None but uncommon Follies can Commit; In thought Profound, and in Contrivance vaſt, Speaks beſt to every Queſtion when 'tis paſt.

Every one that has heard of Sir Thomas Po •… is, has been acquainted with other Qualities than what he is here cenſur'd for; an that he is ſo far from ſpeaking in Bombaſt Style, that the Happineſs of his Periods terminates in the moſt intelligible Expreſſions that can be made uſe of. As to his ſpeaking always to a Queſtion when 'tis paſs'd; the Author would do well to explain himſelf, for I never heard of any that ſpoke to a Queſtion before it was paſs'd.

Some Rakiſh Poles, with theſe at once Concurr'd, Who Peace and Coſſacks both alike abhor'd; Buiſy in Vice, but careleſs of the State, Thoughtleſs of Party-Peace, or Poland's Fate; Of theſe, mad Crakeroski was the firſt, Of all the Poliſh Deputies the worſt; Mean to a Proverb, and below Lampoon, Was Born too late, and may be H— too ſoon, The former Dyets thruſt him out of Doors, And let him looſe to Laws, and Poliſh Whores; Tho' 'twas Confeſt, the bribe was not the Crime, But 'twas the R—e that Told on't ruin'd him.

This Gent. is the better to be ſpoken of, becauſe ſet down for a Madman in his ridiculous Metre; and if he is below Lampoon, why does the Poet take ſuch pains to expoſe Him? But perhaps Mr. Author does not think himſelf below Lampoon, and therefore does it on purpoſe to Lampoon himſelf.

Cookski, A City Knight, got out of Jayl, Stock-jobb'd the State, to make the Bill prevail: The Dantzick Merchant's Mercenary Tool, A Knave in Trade, and in the State a F—l, Once he to Warſaw's Caſtle did withdraw, Secur'd againſt his Creditors by Law. The Dyet did his Crimes indeed perſue, But fate Concur'd the Jayl, that was his due, Was Puniſhment, and was Protection too: Vilely he Spent, what baſely he had Won, By Bribes Enricht, and by that Wealth Undone

As for Sir Thomas C—k, every one knows what he was ſent to the Tower for; and the Character of Mercenary, ſo very ill becomes him, that no one has been more fam'd for Generoſity; witneſs his Sheriffalty, which fell very little ſhort of Sir •• arles Duncomb's. How the Tower could be his Puniſhment •… d Protection at the ſame time, is very difficult to be explain •… ; though had he cenſur'd Sir Thomas, for being ſo mean ſpi •… d as to refuſe the Mayoralty of London, becauſe Sir John •… rſons had lop'd off the moſt conſiderable Branches of its Re •… ue, I would have agreed; for he is ſo far from being un •… e, as the Verſe-inſinuates, that he is very wealthy, and by at means the more inexcuſable.

Theſe are the Men, that Govern Poland's Fate, •• d pull her down, to make her very great; ith a vaſt Crou'd that ſerve their Prince in Vain ith buiſy Heads, but very Empty Brain, ith haſty Vote promote the Coſacks Fate nd to preſerve the Church, undo the State, onſolidating Hero's who ſupply Their want of Sence, with want of Honeſty;

To pull a Houſe down to rebuild it Nobler, is common •… ough in Architecture; but that they endeavour'd to deſtroy •… e Government Eſtabliſhed, to make it Great and Flouriſh •… g, is a Falſhood a Man of any Sincerity would not be in •… e leaſt guilty of. For what was done by the Church-Party •… as in purſuance of former Acts of Parliament, in particular, •… at of Uniformity, to ſtrengthen what had been paſs'd by •… ing, Lords and Commons; and render Her preſent Majeſty's •… eign as Glorious, for the Preſervation of the Church from •… er ſecret and declar'd Enemies, as She has been for that of •… urope.

But ſtill Auguſtus in the Center ſtands, nd Guides the dangerous Reins with ſteady Hands. upported by his People's Chearful aid, No more at falſe Livonians he's Diſmay'd, Or of the feirce Invading Swedes affraid: The Dyet Riſes, and the King intends, To Purge his Houſhold, and reform his Friends: Diſmiſſes from his preſence and his Pay, The Guilty Poles, who hardly durſt their Sentence ſtay. But fled before the High Command came down, And left him ſtill poſeſs'd of his long envy Crown'd.

The very cheerful Aid here ſpoken of was advanc'd and forwarded by the very Patriots whom he treats after ſuch a Raſcally manner; and the time may come, when Her Majeſty may be more ſenſible than he would have Her, of the Removal of ſuch Gentlemen from Her Preſence and Favour, who have made it their whole Buſineſs to deſerve Her Gracious Approbation. For it's impoſſible, that a Queen deſcended from the Family of the Stuarts can diſcountenance Men of Probity, Affection and Loyalty, to Her Perſon and Government.

So Seymski firſt diſmiſt th'awakned Court, To Weſtern Poles Conveys the ſwift report, Tells them in what Diſguſt he came away, Becauſe h'had been too great a R—ke to ſtay; That all his late Proclaim'd Diſgrace had been Becauſe he wanted Manners to his Qu—n, The Caſe was hard, ſince it was always known, He ſcorn'd his Birth, and Vow'd to die a Clown; A Boor of Quality to whom it chanc'd, That for his Anti-merit was Advanc'd.

If Sir E. S—r was advanc'd for his Antimerit, what a ſort of a L—y muſt ſome-body be that promoted him to that Dignity? For nothing can be plainer, than that if I give a Man a Place becauſe of his Oppoſition to Goodneſs, I muſt be an ill Perſon my ſelf. A ſcandalous Inuendo, which the Writer ought to be called to an account for. But to anſwer this Paragraph in his own way, take this noble Gentleman's Character, from a very worthy Gentleman, and yet a Tacker, in his Poem, call'd, Moderation diſplay'd; where the Fiend, ſpeaking of the late Change at Cort, ſays, after my Lord of I—ſy Removal had been ſpoken of: Senato too who bravely does deride Sempronia's Little Arts, and Female Pride. Whoſe Lofty look and whoſe Maieſtick Mien Confeſs the Tou'ring Godlike Soul within. A Speaker of unparalell'd Renown Long in the Senate long in Conncil known, Ally'd to E. of Rocheſter. Celſus by the Nobleſt Claim, By the ſame Principles of Worth the ſame. Old as he is, ſtill firm his Heart remains, And dauntleſs his dec •• ning Frame Suſtains. So pois'd on its own Baſe, the Center bears. The Nodding Fabrick of the Univerſe.

Finski prevented the Approaching Fates, And wiſely his own Fall Anticipates: The Courtier with the States-man he reſign'd Guilt taught him ſo much of his Prince's Mind.

The Earl of N—m then is acknowledg'd to do one Wiſe Thing at laſt, ſure the Poet forgets himſelf, or He would never have been Guilty of ſuch a Condeſcention. But his Guilt taught him his Prince's Mind, he foreſaw her Majesty's Intentions, and upon that account was before hand with the Queen and reſign'd the Seals before they were taken from him. Very well but how came Mr. Foe to know the Queen's Mind, for I never heard he belong'd to the Cabinet before. But Railery apart, hear what the Devil himſelf ſays likewiſe of this Noble Peer in the aſoreſaid Moderation diſplay'd.

Villiaski follow'd, Conſcious of his Crimes, Loth to account for Sohieski's Times; Auguſtus Sobieski's rule purſues. This Can't Employ the Wretch cou'd that abuſe; Equal their Right, He that could that betray, It can't be fairly thought, ſhould this obey.

What the E— of I—ſy did in Relation to K— W— after his Death, was Honourable and the Duty of his Poſt, and he was ſo very far from abuſing or betraying his Maſter, that he had been falſe to his Miſtreſs had he not ſecur'd that Prince's Cloſet. Take his Character likewiſe from the ſame Valuable Poem. Then from this near attendance be Remov'd 〈◊〉 though by all admir'd, and L v'd, Though his Sweet Temper and obliging Port, Become his Office, and adorn the Court. He ſeems by Nature 〈◊〉 Mankind 〈◊〉 pleaſe, So free, ſo unconſtrain'd is his Addreſs Improv'd by ev'ry Virtue, ev'ry Grace. Celſus diſgrac'd Hortenſio next appears, Whoſe Vigilance ſtill baffles all my Cares, To whom by Right of Anceſtry belong A Loyal Heart and a Perſuaſive Tongue Now Plots are form'd and publick Tempests rowl, He boast's a ſtrange unſhaken Strength of Soul: Fearleſs againſt Her Foes the Church ſuſtains Alike their Friendſhip and their Hate diſdains, Diſdains their Clamour and Seditious Noiſe, Secure in the Applanding Senates Voice. Of Noble Stem, in whoſe Collat'ral Lines Virtue withequal Force and Luſtre Shines.

Too happy Poland, if thy Sons but knew, How their own juſt Deliverance to perſue. Let the Degenerate Palatines Combine, Their Prince and Liberties to Undermine, Call in the Swedes, Conſult, Confederate, With the Infatiate En'mies of the State: 'Tis all in vain, Heaven points the Sacred Way, To them that dare Auguſtus ſtill obey. Let them but in his juſter Cauſe Unite, 'Tis Juſtice and the Law make Cowards fight. They that Advance to Liberty's Defence, Find double Vigour in their Innocence. Invading Swedes will never once prevail, Till Poland's Peace at home begins to fail.

The way to make Poland unhappy, is to follow the Poets preſcriptions, and perſwade all Men to be in Love with his Sham-Moderations; and to advance to Liberty's Defence in his Scheme of Politicks, is for us to turn Levellers, and bring the Eſtabliſh'd Conſtitution to ſuch a Paſs that we may all equal in Power, and ſhare the Direction of Affairs alike, without any thing like a Kingly Government, which this pretended Peace at Home may bring us to at laſt, without the Interpoſition of ſuch Patriots whom he calls Degenerate Palatines.

Long may Auguſtus wear the Poliſh Crown, And Poland his Triumphant Glories own: His Council ſteady, and his States-men Juſt, When theſe are happy once, The Monarch muſt.

I joyn with him in the Prayer, though we are of two Minds concerning the Juſtice of the Stateſmen. For the World Juſt falls under a Different Acceptation with Men of different Principles.

If there's a States-man honeſt and upright, Whom neither Knaves can bribe, nor Fools Invite; Who with unbyaſs'd hands can hold the Reins, And ſeeks to ſave his Countries loſt Remains, That loves the People and obeys the Crown, And ſeeks the Nations ſafety, not his own: Unhappy Poland! find the Hero out, Court him, Let Great Auguſtus Court him to't. Let no State Niceties prevent his Choice, All Poland calls him with united Voice.

Heav'n ſend Her Majeſty ſuch Perſons about Her Royal Perſon. Amen, ſays the Church of England from the bottom of her Heart, who looks upon the Queen as Her Nurſing Mother, as well as Daughter; while the Diſſenters ſpeak after this way for form ſake only, and from the Teeth outwards, ſince Knavery and Diſhoneſty is the ſupport of their Cauſe.

'Tis done, the Poliſh Genius has prevail'd, And Heaven has this new Bleſſing juſt intail'd. Not all the Swede's Invading Troops ſhall awe, The Loyal Poles their Duty to withdraw; Confederate Lords with their diſloyal Train; Shall always make the vile Attempt in vain. While Heaven directs Auguſtus to apply, To Men of Council, Men of Honeſty, 'T's a Certain Sign there is Deliverance nigh.

We pretend not to ſo much as to inſinuate, that her Majeſty having ſuſpected Perſons about her, ſuch as take Bribes, &c. contrary to Her Declaration at her Acceſſion to the Throne, but that notwithſtanding we are very happy in the Preſent Miniſtry, we might likewiſe have been ſo if thoſe that are removed from it had continued in it.

How happy is Auguſtus in his Choice, That makes the Swedes repine, the Poles rejoice: See how the ſecret black Cabals abate, And quit their Councils to avoid their Fate. The Male-contents Diſcern their vile Miſtake, And old degenerate Principles forſake. See how for early Pardon now they ſue, And their Allegiance openly renew.

What has Satyr to do in Viewing the Man that deſerves your Panegyrick: Prethee Daniel leave off this way of Writing, or you'll bring in Satyr ſo often, that your Writings will be a Satyr upon your ſelf at laſt.

The Happy Monarch ſees the Cloud diſperſe, And diſtant Peace ſhall gild the Univerſe; The Poles their Loyalty begin to ſhow, But Satyr, view the Men that made it ſo.

If the Gentlemen pointed at in this paragraph held any ſecret Caballs, they were for the good of Church and State and they are ſo far from forſaking their own Principles that taught them the Continuance of their Duty without any ſuch thing as the Renewing their Allegiance, that they are inſeparable from them as Heat is from fire, or ſenſation from the Soul.

A Prince's Choice of Miniſtry and State, Determines both his Wiſdom and his Fate. Wiſe Councils may a weaker Prince Reſtore, But none has theſe, but what were wiſe before.

We agree with him, that the Fate of Prince and People depends upon the Choice of a Miniſtry, and that Wiſe Councils may ſupport a Weak Prince, but muſt deny the Conſequence, that none but a wiſe Prince can have a Wiſe Miniſtry, ſince he has own'd in this very Paragraph, that a weak one may be reſtor'd by one that is Wiſe.

Grave Caſimir revolving and ſedate, The Dyet's Marſhal plac'd in Finsky's Seat, This Guides the Treaſure, That directs the State.

By Caſamir he ſeems to hint at the L— H— T— who he ſays plac'd Mr. S— H—y in the E— of N—m's Place, when we cannot but know thoſe Offices of Truſt, ſuch as a Sec— of S— are wholly and ſolely in the Gift of the Crown.

Auguſtus has found out the happy Two, That his abſtracted Int'reſt can purſue; Employ their abler heads t'aſſiſt his Crown, Regard His Intereſt and neglect their own: With Equal Zeal, in Poland's Safety joyn, May all that love Auguſtus thus Combine.

That they are a Happy Two muſt be taken for granted ſince they are not only in the Prince's Favour and Peoples too, but we are not to inter from, but to ſay they neglect their own Intereſt out of Regard to the Queen's is an impardonable Abſurdity, becauſe the Intereſt of Queen and People are Inſeparable.

No Secret crime their Perſonal vertue ſtains, No Swediſh Poyſon'd Blood Infects their Veins: Strangers to Avarice, they're well deſcrib'd With Hearts untainted, and with Hands unbrib'd.

This is a Compliment they themſelves will not allow of, for Sin is a Crime; and there is no Man, not the Arch-B—p himſelf, without it; which is enough to infer from thence, that all Mankind in general are guilty of ſome ſecret Crime or other.

The Poliſh Greatneſs is their true deſign, How long has Poland Mourn'd for two ſuch Men! That count the Nation's Happineſs their own, Retrieve our Credit, and ſupport out Throne, Our Bankrupt Funds, and mortgag'd Caſh reſtore, And make us Rich by That which made us Poor. The Nation's Joy in their Advancement's ſeen, And growing Triumphs Crown the peaceful Reign!

The want of Money makes all Men Poor; and if they can make us Rich by that Want which made us Poor, then all Contradictions whatſoever my be reſolv'd by this Arcanum.

Long may Auguſtus their juſt Cares enjoy, Till their true Meaſures all his ears deſtroy, Till all Livonian Plots in Embrio's lye, Abortive Treaſons in Conception dye; Traytors ſurrender to unerring Low, And Swediſh Troops from Poliſh Lands withdraw. A Univerſal Satisfaction ſhines, And coming Peace appears in their Deſigns. A flowing Caſh will due Succeſs ſecure; 'Tis this alone muſt end the Swediſh War, For things are altered, Fighting's grown abſurd, 'Tis now the Purſe that Conquers, not the Sword. And he that can the Poliſh Wealth Advance, Strikes at the Root of Swedeland, and of France.

There is no Happineſs, that the Church of England wiſhes Her Majeſty not Miſtreſs of, who makes it Her continual Prayers, that not ſo much as the Talk of a Plot, Scotch or Engliſh, may be heard in Her Auſpicious Reign; and that Money is the Nerves of War has been a received Truth, ſince Fighting is become Mercenary, no Man of any rational Faculties will ſo much as queſtion.

This Caſimir has done, and This alone, Has chang'd ſo much of late the ſmiling Sence; Theſe are the Agents of the Poliſh Peace, To theſe we freely own our Happineſs; Firmly the willing Poles to theſe adhere, Love 'em with Joy, and Truſt 'em without Fear. Fixtly the gen'ral Intereſt they purſue, With faithful Vigour publick Buſineſs do, For This Beloved by Pole and Coſſack too.

We grant him, that the Noble P—rs repreſented by the borrow'd Name of Caſimir, has done more than could be expected in a Treaſury, that had been exhauſted by Depreations in the late Reign: and while either of two worthy Patriots continue in their Poſts, without giving us any Cauſe of Fear and Diſtruſt, that they ought to be belov'd by Poles and Coſſacks too.

The Concluſion. OF all the needful Helps to Sov'reign Rule, The Uſefull'ſt Thing in Poland is a Fool; Among the Utenſils of Government, No Tool, like Him, ſupplies the grand Intent: When he's in cloſe Cabal, and Council ſet, To turn the monſtr'ous Wind-Mill of the State, The huge, unweildy, tott'ring Fabrick ſtands: Too Solid for his Head, too Heavy for his Hands: The Force Reverts, and with the ſwift Recoil, Aſſuming Stateſmen periſh in the Broil. So, Miſchief like, the high returning Tide, Brings ſure Deſtruction on it's Author's Head; As Engineers, that ill ſupport their Mind; Sink in the Ruine of their own Deſign.

If the uſefulleſt Thing in Poland is a Fool, then a wiſe Man is a Fool, for wiſe Perſons at the Helm of Government are the uſefullest Things we can hope for.

Poland, how ſtrangely has thy Land been Bleſt, By Fools Redeem'd, when e'er by Knaves Oppreſs: The Graver Blockheads of thy tott'ring State, Protect thy Fame, and help to make thee Great. For when they might thy Government o'erthrow, The harmleſs Things themſelves alone undo. The untrain'd Politicians court their Fate, If Knaves were never Fools, they'd ſoon blow up the State.

That's very ſtrange indeed, to be redeem'd by Fools, and almoſt as much as to ſay, when we were at the brink of Ruin, by a parcel of Knaves who ſhar'd the Adminiſtration in King James's Reign, the Fools interpos'd in our Behalf, and brought about the late R—vol—n.

Here Men the Dignity of Folly gain, And never live without their Wits in vain; The empty Head, and noiſy Tongue appear, A Step to Fame, and Dubs a Poliſh Peer. Coxcombs of hug uncommon Size we find, And Fools beyond the Rate of Human Kind. No Nation can ſuch happy Blackheads ſhow, Ecols of Deſign, and Fools of Learning too; With neceſſary Dulneſs ſo ſupply'd, Their want of Brains has all their Vice deſtroy'd: So Gravely ſilly, ſo Refin'dly dull, So Clear the Head, and yet ſo Thick the Skull; So damn'd to Forms, and ſo Ty'd up to Rules, Poland ſhall vye with all the World for Fools. In Council Haſty, in Performance Slow, No Nation ſuch a Breed of Fools can ſhow: Purſe-proud and Fanciful they boaſt of Senſe; A certain Sign 'tis but a vain pretence, Loſs of Diſcretion's their chief Happineſs, No Men that want their Brains, can want them leſs.

So that Folly's a Dignity, and Dubs a Poliſh Peer, which is a ſort of Petty-Treaſon, becauſe it's the Queen alone who Dubs a Commoner a Peer, and inſinuates as if Her Sacred Majeſty was Guilty of Short-ſightedneſs in the Diſtribution of Her Royal Favours, and could not diſtinguiſh a Wiſe Man from a Fool. Retrabas aut Vapules mi Poetula.

Theſe are the Manufactures of the Land, The Props on which our Poliſh Freedoms Stand; That many a Poliſh Province repreſent, And joyn'd with Knaves make up a Poliſh Parliament, That help to puzzle Cauſes in the Houſe, And Hunt a Queſtion, as a Fox a Gooſe! Strange Miracles they often times perform, And Calm the Dyet, when 'tis in a Storm. Meersky and Grand Exper'ment often made, Has made them Laugh and Rage, be Pleas'd and Mad. Nature made Fools a Dernier high Reſort, To temper men of Senſe, and make them Sport: Like David's Harp they can the Nation Doze, And drive the Devil from the Crazy Houſe.

To compare a Fool to David's Harp is a little Prophane, as it is to liken Sir Tho. M—r to David, who was a Man after God's own Heart, and huntiug a Qneſtion like a Fox a Gooſe, is ſuch an Attribute of a Fool, as I never heard of Before, ſince a Fox is look'd upon to be the moſt Cunning Creature among the whole Four Legged Race.

Satyr, forbear to Search the Wound too far, Leſt Poland's latent Errors ſhould appear. 'Its Enough, the Nation knows the Curſt Deſign, Has broke the Project, and has Markt the Men. Auguſtus ſees, Heav'n has his Soul informed, The Fools are all laid by, the Knaves diſarmed; Wiſdom and Temper ſettles Poland's Fate, And Moderation Guides the Helm of State, Tis this makes Poland Safe, this makes Auguſtus Great.

Now He has made His Satyr ſay all the Malicious Things He could Invent of Her Majeſtys beſt Subjects, He very Mercifully calls upon Satyr to Forbear, juſt like a Certain Great General at the Boyne who ſent orders to give Quarter, after all his Enemies had been put to the Sword. If it be true that all the Fools and Knaves are laid by and diſarm'd, then the Tackers are neither Fools nor Knaves as He has Intimated, ſince there are above 90 choſen for Parliament Men out of the 134. And England Thou ar't the Happieſt ſpot in the whole Univerſe, and ſo God Bleſs the Queen's moſt Excellent Majeſty. Oh may thy Angel guard Her Royal Mind, That Favourites not educe, nor Trimmers blind; For 'tis on Her thy Church and State depend, With Her will flouriſh, and with Her will end.

FINIS.