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Who, by my muse, to all succeeding times
Shall Kive, in spite of their own doggrel rhymes.
Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and
thin,

Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in ;
Free from all meaning, whether good or bad,
And, in one word, heroically mad: g

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He was too warm on picking-work to dwell,
But fagotted his notions as they fell,
And if they rhymed and rattled, all was well,
Spiteful he is not, though he wrote a satire,
For still there goes some thinking to ill-nature:
He needs no more than birds and beasts to think,
All his occasions are to eat and drink.
If he call rogue and rascal from a garret,
He means you no more mischief than a parrot:
The words for friend and foe alike were made,
To fetter 'em in verse is all his trade.
For almonds he'll cry whore to his own mother:
And call young Absalom king David's brother. 430
Let him be gallows-free by my consent,
And nothing suffer since he nothing meant;
Hanging supposes human soul and reason;
This animal's below committing treason.
Shall he be hang'd who never could rebel?
That's a preferment for Achitophel.
The woman that committed buggary
Was rightly sentenced by the law to die;
But 'twas hard fate that to the gallows led
The dog that never heard the statute read.
Railing in other men may be a crime,
But ought to pass for mere instinct in him:
Instinct he follows, and no farther knows,
For to write verse with him is to transprose.
"Twere pity treason at his door to lay,
Who makes heaven's gate a lock to its own key:
Let him rail on, let his invective muse
Have four-and-twenty letters to abuse,
Which, if he jumbles to one line of sense,
Indict him of a capital offence.

In fireworks give him leave to vent his spite,
Those are the only serpents he can write;
The height of his ambition is, we know,
But to be master of a puppet-show,

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Ver.412. Doeg, though without knowing] This character of Elkanah Settle, which is exquisitely satirical, particularly lines 415, 420, 422, 427, 428, was certainly inserted by Dryden, whom he had offended by writing pamphlets for the Whigs, though he afterwards suddenly changed sides, and was as violent a defender of Tory principles, and wrote a poem of high panegyric on the coronation of James II. in 1685. He was the author of seventeen plays, now totally forgotten. He had a pension from the city for writing an annual panegyric on the lord mayor. Towards the end of his life he was reduced to great poverty, and wrote low drolls for Bartholomew Fair, and was reduced in his old age to act in farce a dragon enclosed in a green leather of his own invention. To which our witty satirist, Dr. Young, alludes in his epistle to Pope, on the authors of the age:"Poor Elkanah, all other changes past,

For bread in Smithfield dragons hiss'd at last:
Spit streams of fire to make the butchers gape,
And found his manners suited to his shape."

Og, mentioned afterwards, who was Shadwell, we must reserve speaking of to a more important occasion. I cannot forbear adding, that Dryden was so much mortified at the success of the Emperor of Morocco, a tragedy of Settle's, which was even acted at Whitehall by the court-ladies, that he wrote a most virulent and even brutal criticism on it, dictated by envy, rage, and jealousy, from which Dr. Johnson has given a long extract of eight pages, which disgrace the pen of Dryden. Dr. J. WARTON.

On that one stage his works may yet appear, And a month's harvest keeps him all the year.

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Now stop your noses, readers, all and some, For here's a tun of midnight work to come, Og, from a treason-tavern rolling home; Round as a globe, and liquor'd every chink, Goodly and great, he sails behind his link. With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og, For every inch that is not fool, is rogue : A monstrous mass of foul corrupted matter, As all the devils had spew'd to make the batter. When wine has given him courage to blaspheme, He curses God, but God before cursed him; And if man could have reason, none has more, That made his paunch so rich, and him so poor. With wealth he was not trusted, for Heaven knew What 'twas of old to pamper up a Jew;

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To what would he on quail and pheasant swell,
That even on tripe and carrion could rebel?
But though Heaven made him poor (with reve-
rence speaking),

He never was a poet of God's making;
The midwife laid her hand on his thick skull
With this prophetic blessing-Be thou dull!
Drink, swear, and roar, forbear no lewd delight,
Fit for thy bulk; do anything but write:
Thou art of lasting make, like thoughtless men,
A strong nativity-but for the pen;
Eat opium, mingle arsenic in thy drink,
Still thou mayst live, avoiding pen and ink.

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For treason botch'd in rhyme will be thy bane; 455 Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck; "Tis fatal to thy fame and to thy neck:

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Why should thy metre good king David blast?
A psalm of his will surely be thy last.
Darest thou presume in verse to meet thy foes,
Thou whom the penny pamphlet foil'd in prose?
Doeg, whom God for mankind's mirth has made,
O'ertops thy talent in thy very trade;
Doeg to thee, thy paintings are so coarse,
A poet is, though he's the poet's horse.

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A double noose thou on thy neck dost pull,
For writing treason, and for writing dull.
To die for faction is a common evil,
But to be hang'd for nonsense is the devil.
Hadst thou the glories of thy king express'd, 500
Thy praises had been satire at the best:
But thou, in clumsy verse, unlick'd, unpointed,
Hast shamefully defied the Lord's anointed.
I will not rake the dunghill of thy crimes,
For who would read thy life that reads thy

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Disdain the rascal rabble to pursue,
Their set cabals are yet a viler crew.
See where involved in common smoke they sit,
Some for our mirth, some for our satire fit:
These gloomy, thoughtful, and on mischief bent,
While those for mere good fellowship frequent
The appointed club, can let sedition pass,
Sense, nonsense, anything to employ the glass;
And who believe, in their dull honest hearts, 530
The rest talk treason but to show their parts;
Who ne'er had wit or will for mischief yet,
But pleased to be reputed of a set.

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But in the sacred annals of our plot, Industrious Arod never be forgot: The labours of this midnight magistrate, May vie with Corah's to preserve the state. In search of arms he fail'd not to lay hold On war's most powerful, dangerous weapon, gold. And last, to take from Jebusites all odds, Their altars pillaged, stole their very gods. Oft would he cry, when treasure he surprised, "Tis Baalish gold in David's coin disguised; Which to his house with richer reliques came, While lumber idols only fed the flame: For our wise rabble ne'er took pains to inquire, What 'twas he burnt, so 't made a rousing fire. With which our elder was enrich'd no more Than false Gehazi with the Syrian's store; So poor, that when our choosing-tribes were met, Even for his stinking votes he ran in debt; For meat the wicked, and, as authors think, The saints he choused for his electing drink; Thus every shift and subtle method past, And all to be no Zaken at the last.

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Arod, Sir William Waller, son to him who had done so much service to the long parliament. He upheld the exclusion bill with all his might, and took every opportunity of showing his hatred to Popery, by seeking out and dispersing the Papists, when assembled to celebrate divine service in their way. To which, if he was not much misrepresented, he was stimulated rather in hopes of spoil, their altars being generally rich, than out of respect to his country, or love for religion. DERRICK.

Ver. 555. all to be no Zaken at the last.] At the choosing a new parliament in the beginning of the year 1679, Sir William had, to no purpose, endeavoured to get himself chosen into the house; and the publicans, who trusted him at this time in such entertainments as he ordered, found it difficult to get their money from him. DERRICK.

Ver. 556. Now, raised on Tyre's sad ruins, Pharaoh's pride Soar'd high.]

The success of Louis XIV.'s arms, particularly in Holland, rendered him formidable all over Europe; while England, who has it so much in her power to command respect, was scarcely regarded. Weakened by domestic disputes, her king always wanting money, and opposed and kept bare by her parliament, her mediation was of no consequence, and she had little or no influence abroad. DERRICK.

Ver. 560. As when a battering storm engender'd high,

By winds upheld, hangs hovering in the sky,
Is gazed upon by every trembling swain,
This for his vineyard fears, and that his grain;]

For blooming plants, and flowers new opening, these

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For lambs yean'd lately, and far-labouring bees:
To guard his stock each to the gods does call,
Uncertain where the fire-charged clouds will fall:
Ev'n so the doubtful nations watch his arms,
With terror each expecting his alarms.
Where, Judah, where was now thy lion's roar?
Thou only couldst the captive lands restore;
But thou, with inbred broils and faction press'd, 570
From Egypt need'st a guardian with the rest.
Thy prince from Sanhedrims no trust allow'd,
Too much the representers of the crowd,
Who for their own defence give no supply,
But what the crown's prerogatives must buy: 575
As if their monarch's rights to violate
More needful were, than to preserve the state!
From present dangers they divert their care,
And all their fears are of the royal heir;
Whom now the reigning malice of his foes
Unjudged would sentence, and ere crown'd depose.
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To bar his reign, whate'er his faith shall be !
By Sanhedrims and clam'rous crowds thus press'd,
What passions rent the righteous David's breast!
Who knows not how to oppose or to comply,
Unjust to grant, and dangerous to deny !
How near in this dark juncture Israel's fate,
Whose peace one sole expedient could create,
Which yet the extremest virtue did require,
Even of that prince whose downfal they conspire!
His absence David does with tears advise
To appease their rage. Undaunted he complies.
Thus he, who, prodigal of blood and ease,
A royal life exposed to winds and seas,
At once contending with the waves and fire,
And heading danger in the wars of Tyre,
Inglorious now forsakes his native sand,
And like an exile quits the promised land!
Our monarch scarce from pressing tears refrains,
And painfully his royal state maintains,
Who now embracing on the extremest shore
Almost revokes what he enjoin'd before:
Concludes at last more trust to be allow'd
To storms and seas than to the raging crowd! 605
Forbear, rash muse, the parting scene to draw,
With silence charm'd as deep as theirs that saw!
Not only our attending nobles weep,

But hardy sailors swell with tears the deep!
The tide restrain'd her course, and more amazed
The twin-stars on the royal brothers gazed:
While this sole fear-

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Does trouble to our suffering hero bring,
Lest next the popular rage oppress the king!
Thus parting, each for the other's danger grieved,$15
The shore the king, and seas the prince received
Go, injured hero, while propitious gales,

Soft as thy consort's breath, inspire thy sails;
Well may she trust her beauties on a flood,
Where thy triumphant fleets so oft have rode!

"Qualis ubi ad terras abrupto sidere nimbus

It mare per medium, miseris heu præscia longè
Horrescunt corda agricolis: dabit ille ruinas
Arboribus, stragemque satis, ruet omnia lat."
Virgil. Æn. xii. 451.
JOHN WARTON.

Ver. 592. His absence David does with tears advise] This alludes to the Duke of York's quitting the court, and retiring to Brussels, and afterwards to Scotland. DERRICK.

Safe on thy breast reclined, her rest be deep,
Rock'd like a Nereid by the waves asleep;
While happiest dreams her fancy entertain,
And to Elysian fields convert the main !
Go, injured hero, while the shores of Tyre
At thy approach so silent shall admire,
Who on thy thunder still their thoughts employ,
And greet thy landing with a trembling joy.

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On heroes thus the prophet's fate is thrown, Admired by every nation but their own; Yet while our factious Jews his worth deny, Their aching conscience gives their tongue the lie. Even in the worst of men the noblest parts Confess him, and he triumphs in their hearts, Whom to his king the best respects commend 635 Of subject, soldier, kinsman, prince and friend; All sacred names of most divine esteem, And to perfection all sustain'd by him, Wise, just, and constant, courtly without art, Swift to discern and to reward desert; No hour of his in fruitless ease destroy'd, But on the noblest subjects still employ'd: Whose steady soul ne'er learnt to separate Between his monarch's interest and the state, But heaps those blessings on the royal head, Which he well knows must be on subjects shed. On what pretence could then the vulgar rage Against his worth, and native rights engage? Religious fears their argument are made, Religious fears his sacred rights invade ! Of future superstition they complain, And Jebusitic worship in his reign: With such alarms his foes the crowd deceive, With dangers fright which not themselves believe. Since nothing can our sacred rites remove, Whate'er the faith of the successor prove: Our Jews their ark shall undisturb'd retain, At least while their religion is their gain, Who know by old experience Baal's commands 659 Not only claim'd their conscience, but their lands; They grudge God's tithes; how therefore shall they yield

An idol full possession of the field?

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Grant such a prince enthroned, we must confess
The people's sufferings than that monarch's less,
Who must to hard conditions still be bound,
And for his quiet with the crowd compound;
Or should his thoughts to tyranny incline,
Where are the means to compass the design?
Our crown's revenues are too short a store,
And jealous Sanhedrims would give no more.
As vain our fears of Egypt's potent aid,
Not so has Pharaoh learnt ambition's trade,
Nor ever with such measures can comply
As shock the common rules of policy;
None dread like him the growth of Israel's king,
And he alone sufficient aids can bring;
Who knows that prince to Egypt can give law,
That on our stubborn tribes his yoke could draw:
At such profound expense he has not stood,
Nor dyed for this his hands so deep in blood; 680
Would ne'er through wrong and right his progress
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To guard their sacred rites and property.
To ruin, thus, the chosen flock are sold,
While wolves are ta'en for guardians of the fold;
Seduced by these we groundlessly complain,
And loathe the manna of a gentle reign.
Thus our forefathers' crooked paths are trod ;
We trust our prince no more than they their God.
But all in vain our reasoning prophets preach
To those whom sad experience ne'er could teach,
Who can commence new broils in bleeding scars,
And fresh remembrance of intestine wars;
When the same household mortal foes did yield,
And brothers stain'd with brothers' blood the
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When sons' cursed steel the fathers' gore did stain,
And mothers mourn'd for sons by fathers slain !
When, thick as Egypt's locusts on the sand,
Our tribes lay slaughter'd through the promised
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Whose few survivors with worse fate remain
To drag the bondage of a tyrant's reign:
Which scene of woes, unknowing, we renew,
And madly, even those ills we fear, pursue;
While Pharaoh laughs at our domestic broils,
And safely crowds his tents with nations' spoils.
Yet our fierce Sanhedrim, in restless rage,
Against our absent hero still engage,
And chiefly urge, such did their frenzy prove,
The only suit their prince forbids to move,
Which till obtain'd, they cease affairs of state,
And real dangers waive for groundless hate.
Long David's patience waits relief to bring,
With all the indulgence of a lawful king,
Expecting till the troubled waves would cease,
But found the raging billows still increase.
The crowd, whose insolence forbearance swells,
While he forgives too far, almost rebels.
At last his deep resentments silence broke;
Th' imperial palace shook, while thus he spoke :-
Then Justice wake, and Rigour take her time,
For, lo! our mercy is become our crime.
While halting Punishment her stroke delays, 735
Our sovereign right, Heaven's sacred trust, decays!
For whose support even subjects' interest calls;
Woe to that kingdom where the monarch falls!
That prince who yields the least of regal sway,
So far his people's freedom does betray.
Right lives by law, and law subsists by power;
Disarm the shepherd, wolves the flock devour.
Hard lot of empire o'er a stubborn race,

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Which Heaven itself in vain has tried with grace! When will our reason's long-charm'd eyes unclose, And Israel judge between her friends and foes? 746

Ver. 705.] "Sanguine civili rem conflant: divitiasque
Conduplicant avidi, cædem cædi accumulantes.
Crudeles gaudent in tristi funere fratris :
Et consanguineum mensas odere, timentque."
JOHN WARTON.

Ver. 735. While halting Punishment her stroke delays,]
"Rarò antecedentem scelestum
Deseruit pede Pana claudo."

JOHN WARTON.

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His sufferings yet were than the people's less;
Condemn'd for life the murdering sword to wield,
And on their heirs entail a bloody field:
Thus madly their own freedom they betray,
And for the oppression which they fear make way;
Succession fix'd by Heaven, the kingdom's bar,
Which once dissolved, admits the flood of war;
Waste, rapine, spoil, without the assault begin, 775
And our mad tribes supplant the fence within.
Since then their good they will not understand,
"Tis time to take the monarch's power in hand;
Authority and force to join with skill,
And save the lunatics against their will.
The same rough means that 'suage the crowd,

appease

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Our senate's raging with the crowd's disease.
Henceforth unbiass'd measures let them draw
From no false gloss, but genuine text of law;
Nor urge those crimes upon religion's score,
Themselves so much in Jebusites abhor.
Whom laws convict, and only they, shall bleed,
Nor Pharisees by Pharisees be freed.
Impartial justice from our throne shall shower,
All shall have right, and we our sovereign power.
He said, the attendants heard with awful joy, 791
And glad presages their fix'd thoughts employ;
From Hebron now the suffering heir return'd,
A realm that long with civil discord mourn'd;
Till his approach, like some arriving god,
Composed and heal'd the place of his abode;
The deluge check'd, that to Judea spread,
And stopp'd sedition at the fountain's head.
Thus in forgiving David's paths he drives,
And chased from Israel, Israel's peace contrives.
The field confess'd his power in arms before,
And seas proclaim'd his triumphs to the shore;
As nobly has his sway in Hebron shown,
How fit to inherit godlike David's throne.

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Ver. 752. And judge by the pernicious fruit the tree;] A scriptural allusion. JOHN WARTON.

Ver. 803. nobly has his sway in Hebron shown,] When the Duke of York returned from Scotland, in the beginning of 1682, the murmurs against him seemed to have, in a good measure, subsided. He had shown himself so well inclined to support the reformed religion in that kingdom, that he was thanked for it by seven bishops,

Through Sion's streets his glad arrival's spread, s
And conscious Faction shrinks her snaky head;
His train their sufferings think o'erpaid to see
The crowd's applause with virtue once agree.
Success charms all, but zeal for worth distress'd,
A virtue proper to the brave and best;
'Mongst whom was Jothran, Jothran always bent
To serve the crown, and loyal by descent,
Whose constancy so firm, and conduct just,
Deserved at once two royal masters' trust;
Who Tyre's proud arms had manfully withstood
On seas, and gather'd laurels from the flood;
Of learning yet no portion was denied,
Friend to the muses and the muses' pride.
Nor can Benaiah's worth forgotten lie,

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Of steady soul when public storms were high; 80 Whose conduct, while the Moor fierce onsets

made,

Secured at once our honour and our trade.
Such were the chiefs who most his sufferings

mourn'd,

And view'd with silent joy the prince return'd;
While those that sought his absence to betray, 25
Press first their nauseous false respects to pay;
Him still the officious hypocrites molest,
And with malicious duty break his rest.

While real transports thus his friends employ,
And foes are loud in their dissembled joy,
His triumphs so resounded far and near,
Miss'd not his young ambitious rival's ear;
And as when joyful hunters' clam'rous train
Some slumbering lion wakes in Moab's plain,
Who oft had forced the bold assailants yield,
And scatter'd his pursuers through the field,
Disdaining, furls his mane and tears the ground,
His eyes inflaming all the desert round,
With roar of seas directs his chasers' way,
Provokes from far, and dares them to the fray; 840
Such rage storm'd now in Absalom's fierce breast,
Such indignation his fired eyes confess'd.
Where now was the instructor of his pride?
Slept the old pilot in so rough a tide!
Whose wiles had from the happy shore betray'd, 845
And thus on shelves the credulous youth convey'd

JOHN WARTON.

Jothran always bent

To serve the crown, and loyal by descent,] Jothran, the Lord Dartmouth, a nobleman of great honesty, ! who, though inviolably attached to the Duke of York, had always the courage to tell him freely when he disliked any of his proceedings; and his highness was discreet enough to take his representations as they were meant. DERRICK. Ver. 819. Nor can Benaiah's worth forgotten lie,] Benaiah, Colonel, afterwards General Sackville, a gentleman of tried courage, and known good sense: he was of the Dorset family; had served at Tangier with reputation; and on account of his having expressed a disbelief of the Popish plot, was expelled the House of Commons, and committed to the Tower. He obtained his liberty, rank, and command, in a very short time, but not his seat in the house. DERRICK.

Ver. 833. And as when joyful hunters' &c.] This is a faint imitation of Dryden, and abounds with what Quintilian calls "otiosa epitheta." JoHN WARTON.

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In deep revolving thoughts he weighs his state,
Secure of craft, nor doubts to baffle fate;
At least, if his storm'd bark must go adrift,
To baulk his charge, and for himself to shift.
In which his dextrous wit had oft been shown,
And in the wreck of kingdoms saved his own;
But now with more than common danger press'd,
Of various resolutions stands possess'd,
Perceives the crowd's unstable zeal decay,
Lest their recanting chief the cause betray,
Who on a father's grace his hopes may ground,
And for his pardon with their heads compound.
Him, therefore, ere his fortune slip her time,
The statesman plots to engage in some bold crime
Past pardon, whether to attempt his bed,
Or threat with open arms the royal head,
Or other daring method, and unjust,
That may confirm him in the people's trust.
But failing thus to ensnare him, nor secure
How long his foil'd ambition may endure,
Plots next to lay him by as past his date,
And try some new pretender's luckier fate;
Whose hopes with equal toil he would pursue,
Nor cares what elaimer's crown'd, except the

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Wake, Absalom, approaching ruin shun,
And see, oh, see, for whom thou art undone !
How are thy honours and thy fame betray'd,
The property of desperate villains made?
Lost power and conscious fears their crimes create,
And guilt in them was little less than fate;
But why shouldst thou, from every grievance free,
Forsake thy vineyards for their stormy sea?
For thee did Canaan's milk and honey flow,
Love dress'd thy bowers, and laurels sought thy
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To triumph o'er crown'd heads in David's cause:
Or grant him victor, still his hopes must fail,
Who conquering would not for himself prevail;
The faction, whom he trusts for future sway,
Him and the public would alike betray;
Amongst themselves divide the captive state, 895
And found their hydra-empire in his fate!
Thus having beat the clouds with painful flight,
The pitied youth, with sceptres in his sight,
(So have their cruel politics decreed,)

Must by that crew, that made him guilty, bleed! 900
For, could their pride brook any prince's sway,
Whom but mild David would they choose to
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Who once at such a gentle reign repine,
The fall of monarchy itself design;
From hate to that their reformations spring,
And David not their grievance, but the king.
Seized now with panic fear the faction lies,
Lest this clear truth strike Absalom's charm'd
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Lest he perceive, from long enchantment free,
What all beside the flatter'd youth must see.
But whate'er doubts his troubled bosom swell,
Fair carriage still became Achitophel;
Who now an envious festival installs,
And to survey their strength the faction calls,
Which fraud, religious worship too must gild;
But, oh, how weakly does sedition build!
For, lo! the royal mandate issues forth,
Dashing at once their treason, zeal, and mirth!
So have I seen disastrous chance invade,
Where careful emmets had their forage laid, 920
Whether fierce Vulcan's rage the furzy plain
Had seized, engender'd by some careless swain,
Or swelling Neptune lawless inroads made,
And to their cell of store his flood convey'd;
The commonwealth broke up, distracted go,
And in wild haste their loaded mates o'erthrow:
Even so our scatter'd guests confusedly meet,
With boil'd, baked, roast, all justling in the
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Dejected all, and ruefully dismay'd,
For shekel, without treat, or treason, paid.
Sedition's dark eelipse now fainter shows,
More bright each hour the royal planet grows,
Of force the clouds of envy to disperse,
In kind conjunction of assisting stars.
Here, labouring muse, those glorious chiefs relate,
That turn'd the doubtful scale of David's fate; 936
The rest of that illustrious band rehearse,
Immortalised in laurell'd Asaph's verse:
Hard task! yet will not I thy flight recall,
View heaven, and then enjoy thy glorious fall. 940
First write Bezaliel, whose illustrious name
Forestalls our praise, and gives his poet fame.
The Kenites' rocky province his command,
A barren limb of fertile Canaan's land;
Which for its generous natives yet could be
Held worthy such a president as he!
Bezaliel with each grace and virtue fraught,
Serene his looks, serene his life and thought;
On whom so largely nature heap'd her store,
There scarce remain'd for arts to give him more !
To aid the crown and state his greatest zeal,
His second care that service to conceal ;

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And to survey their strength the faction calls,] The Duke of York being invited to dine at Merchant Tailors' Hall with the Company of Artillery, of which he was captain-general, on the 21st of April, 1682, tickets were dispersed in opposition to, and contempt of, this meeting; inviting the nobility, gentry, and citizens, who wished well to the Protestant religion, to convene the same day at St. Michael's church, Cornhill, and thence proceed to dine at Haberdashers' Hall: but this association was stopped by an order of council. DERRICK.

Ver. 917. lo! the royal mandate issues forth,] The substance of which was, that the power of appointing public days of fasts and thanksgivings being vested in the crown, a particular meeting, pretended to that end, and advertised to be held on the 21st of April, 1682, at St. Michael's, Cornhill, must be of a seditious tendency, as not having the royal sanction; and therefore the lord mayor and aldermen of London are, at their peril, ordered to hinder it as an unlawful assembly. DERRICK.

Ver. 929. Dejected all,] First edition: Derrick incorrectly, Dejecting.

Ver. 941. First write Bezaliel,] Bezaliel, the Marquis of Worcester, created Duke of Beaufort in 1682, a nobleman of great worth and honour, who had always taken part with the king, and one of those whom the Commons, in 1680, prayed his majesty to remove from about his person, as being a favourer of Popery. DERRICK.