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A satyrick poem against those mercenary wretches and troublers of Englands tranquility, the authors of Heraclitus and Observator, infamous for their scribling throughout England by Philopatris.
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Philopatris.
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1682
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Wing S723; ESTC R8428
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A Satyrick Poem AGAINST Those Mercenary WRETCHES AND Troublers of Englands Tranquility THE AUTHORS OF HERACLITUS AND OBSERVATOR Infamous for their Scribling throughout England By PHILOPATRIS LONDON Printed for H. Jones 1682. A SATYR ON HERACLITUS And the OBSERVATOR I 'LL Towzer sing read it who list A Blade as true as ever kist The sweet inchanting Lips of any English Jug or Irish Jenny Or did enjoy the sweet Embraces Of buxham Girls with pretty Faces Or ere was blest with Venus sport Or did all night with Doxie snort He so much loves the Female Sex That yet his Soul did never vex For spending all his Small Estate On those leud Girls that Vertue hate The Press it was his Drudge and Slave Whereof at will he 'd Money have But all the Gain which it brought in He leudly lavisht out in sin At last he was a Jeast-ass made Wherein he drove a Bedlam-trade But since he had so little Grace His Worship soon did lose his Place Alas quoth he I 'm quite undone And have nought left but my old Gun Therefore I 'll employ my head To Write and Print and Rail for Bread Whereby I 'll both obtain my end And serve the Pope my dearest Friend So I again shall be in Geers When I have paid my Whores Arrears The Pope the D and Broom I 'll get Advanced by my pregnant Wit I will endeavour might and main To sham the Plot yet once again Or else I 'll bring it to a Riddle By playing well on my Bumfiddle Against Dissenters whom I hate Great Jealousies I will create To Church of England-men I will Seem a Friend yet I will still As formerly remain their Foe Whereby I 'll work their Overthrow And now he hopes in Bloud to wade By virtue of his Masquerade But still there 's some he stands in fear of If they by chance should hap to hear of His Cit and Bumkin and the others That in the world have made such pothers They should think fit in Term Hillary To send him guarded to the Pillory Therefore thought it best to appease 'em With sweetest words that sure would please ' em August Assembly he them call'd Tho' loud before the Whelp had baul'd And bark'd against their just Proceeding When they 'd have lain the Plot a bleeding But now he surely thought to coax These silly Heretical Folks But Roger seeing 't was not so He thought it best for him to go And fairly from them run away To save his Neck or Ears they say At which he 's mad and in a fume Resolves to see the blessed Rome Whither he 's gone you know the cause And there 's reserv'd with great applause By a great man they call him Pope As well as he deserves a Rope To whom he tells a mournful Ditty Which was though sad yet wise and witty Of the great service he had wrought Whereby himself 's to mis'ry brought But here he hopes for such relief As will allay his pain and grief The good old man could not forbear The shedding Tear as some do swear Which having done he gravely said For all those things you shall be paid Both in this world and Heaven too If one thing more for us you 'll do Then prethy Son return again To England for I 'll tell thee plain I fain would have thee work Revenge At Protestants have t'other Swinge My Blessing too I will bestow If that you now will go and so I 'll command the Fates attend ye To England they shall safely send ye With that he made with Cap in hand Sir Unto the Pope this modest Answer Father I 'd have you know that I If you command with speed will flie Than the swift Wings of Boreas blast I now will make more speed and hast Wherefore with speed he takes his way Direstly to Cathedral-bay Where for his Voyage he Took Ship A Man of War not a small Skip And as he sails devoutly prays For Blessing on his murderous ways O Fortune now I pray be kind And let me have a prosperous Wind. These Rogues I then will quite destroy And neither leave nor Man nor Boy But yet the Women I will spare For them I greatly love I 'll swear On Sea they sail as swift as Swallows And plow the Waves as men do Fallows And in less time than you can think Or drinking down a draught of Drink The Pope had ordered so the matter That Towzer was blown o're the Water In London the first thing he sees Is Proteflants like swarms of Bees O ho quoth he I 'll be among ye I 'll swear I soundly will bedung ye But being worsted stamps and stares Like Pope or Cardinal he swears And being mad and fretting thus Away runs to Heraclitus This Heraclitus men some tell A Monster is late made in Hell And fitted for to serve the Pope And save his Children from a Rope A Monster he is in each part A Carcass foul and a worse Heart His Mouth doth laugh when 's Eyes do weep A Mystery 't is profound and deep He 'll speak in Jeast and Earnest too And both at once as Papists do And more than this he 's such a Fellow Can backward blow like a Smiths Bellow A day a week a month together And by his farting bring foul weather Blow Parliaments and all things down And them and all Dissenters drown Now Towzer's sure enough that he Of Conquest sure enough shall be And that the Scriblers wont be able To stand against a blast so stable But Writing will be quite forborn By them as men that are forlorn And this he thinks agrees with Reason Since now 't is Heraclitus season Who is become the mighty King Of all those Blades can huff and ding And whore and drink and curse and swear And blaspheme too without all fear He 'll lie I 'll say 't with such a Grace He 's almost turn'd Truth out of place To this same King our Towzer goes And thus in flattering terms wooes Thou mighty King whose potent sway The lawless Scriblers do obey Whose Nod the stobernest Whigs do dread Although they be in Scotland bred Thou whose imperious Empire reaches And to all parts of England streatches Hear poor Towzer's Request and say Thou 'lt do 't for I must have no Nay There are a few Tatter-de-malions The surly Rogues wont be Italians No nor they wont accept of him That in their bloud would make 'em swim And therefore if you 'll undertake To ruine them then I will make Your way to Honour and Renown And Wealth and Plenty shall you crown Nay to encourage you the more The Tories they will you adore For a great Wit a man of Sence Against the Whigs the best Defence And more than this I 'll promise ye Shall be assisted too by me And truly you must know my Pen Doth guide inferiour Clergy-men Brave generous Soul be not afraid All things shall be as I have said For you must know