His sober Looks are chang'd into Grimace And new impressions do the old efface As Cartes did his Candidates advise To strip themselves of all their prejudice To blot out the Ideas of their Mind Not the least trace of Notion leave behind Or else they were not adequately fit For all the Resveries of his towring Wit So of what 's Solid you must him devest E're he into a Monsieur can be drest We'd give the Traveller leave to be a Fop With great Impunity if he there would stop But he grows Wise in Politicks refines His Land disgraceth first then undermines He pierceth farther thro' the Alpes to Rome He goes but he may safer stay at Home For Poyson there is exquisitely made And all their false Religion is a Trade This is the Forge of all their holy Leagues Where Popes are chose by Secular Intrigues 'T is the beloved Interest doth the feat Conscience the Fucus doth but smooth the cheat So of all Dogs the Mastiff is the prime A fierceness hath peculiar to the Clime He with arm'd Teeth on obvious Foes doth fall And with loud Threatnings fills the spacious Hall With a strict Paw and vigilant Eye doth watch The Guardian of the solitary Thatch But if transported into Forreign Earth He Vappid grows and doth disgrace his Birth Forgets the inbred Virtue of his Sires Who scorn'd Supiness before Country Fires But were inflicting Wounds in open Field And made the Curs of lesser Nations yield He generous was when he on Flesh did feed But Quelques Choses always spoil the English Breed No more with harsh Alarms the Campagne rings For he Barks shriller than an Eunuch Sings Their active Envoys here did sow their Tares And the unwary fell into their Snares All critical Occasions they did wait For each Complexion laid a different Bait. When the Ressortes of their Machine did play They fir'd the Pile their Face another way All things to vile Constructions they did draw Corrupted Gospel and perverted Law Our Hope 's eluded ridicul'd our Fears Our Sighs they tax'd and did proscribe our Tears The feeble Stream did to a Torrent rise Swell'd with the tribute of their Flatteries The Lewd they did with secret Favours please The Slothful they enervated with Ease So large a Dose of Opium they did take Nothing but Smithfield Fires could them awake So strong a Lethargy did their Spirits seize Nothing could cure but actual Canteries Some they did Menace others they did Bribe There always is a Mercenary Tribe So Monsieur Pelisson did keep a Court To which the hungry Converts did resort There in full Heaps the Louis d'ors were told For so much Proselyte there was so much Gold They at an Auction did their Faith abjure The dastard Quarry stoop'd unto the Lure These to the Conqueror are still ally'd Shifting the Gallican and Austrian Side For still as either Interest doth prevail They to be sure fall in and sink the Scale They 'll buy a Lapland Wind to fill the Sail They have a Tithe in all the Blood that 's spilt Their Holy hands do Consecrate the Guilt This with extravagance of Zeal was done Zeal is the frenzy of Religion As its soft place is Superstition They should have liv'd in Old Caligula's days He unto Flamen-ships their Pride might raise Who wish'd the Roman Empire in a Yoke To cut it off at one imperious Stroke They on his Rage a barbarous Edge might put Tho' dull themselves they have no power to Cut With an officious diligence give the Knife Whilst he destroy'd that complicated Life When Subjects both of Church and State were gone The Tyrant and his Priests might reign alone Then Rhadamanthus did his Poysons shed And like a Basilisk look'd the Pris'ner dead With a Rapacious hand and Furies face Prophan'd the Bench did desecrate the place Where sat the Reverend Sages of the Law Whose Age did with their Learning strike an awe And mild Behaviour did Affection draw He quarrel'd with himself at Mankind rail'd Scurrility was a Weapon never fail'd Upon such spurious Orators entail'd Yet tho' he was of that Gigantick size He cramp'd himself into a mean disguise And his last Stake would venture on the Sea An Element less turbulent than he But let the Goat now browse upon the Vine As if he would destroy the future Wine Yet at the Altar there 's enough to shed Betwixt the Horns on his devoted Head Nothing but Dirt you can expect from Mud And that in him was kneaded up with Bloud So when a flash of Lightning he espy'd The sneaking Roman Emperor did hide He in a Fright at last was downward sent The greatest Cowards are the Insolent He trembled Waking and did doze his Sleep At last the Vermine thro' an Hole did creep But all defects of Right are now supply'd By Him who in the roughest Times was try'd Who stoutly and almost alone withstood The Risings of that Arbitrary Flood Before it had the Limits overflown And all our ancient Properties did drown He at a deep-mouth'd Pack did stand at Bay And threw them off as fast as they did play Made for the City Charter a Defence With all the Nerves of Manly Eloquence Words were Ambitious to express such Sense Some faithless Men did violate their Trust Aggressors were on their Fore-fathers Dust Where they should make a stand they did submit And tamely yielded what they should transmit They would not let the Fruit an Offering be But like the Peasant they pluck'd up the Tree A luscious tho' a very servile Pen Did poorly Celebrate these worst of Men The Blot indelible which did it stain He call'd the greatest Glory of a Reign For their blind Zeal a subtle Bait was laid For a French Soupe their Birth-rights they betray'd 'T was then the Ornament of our Nation fell Who can his Tragedy without Weeping tell Solemn as Age He chearful was as Youth His Soul was Virtue and his Words were Truth All without Affectation he did treat Kind without Fraud without Ambition Great No Country with a Braver Man was blest He was in all Capacities the Best Kingdomes might justly for him be at Strife He lov'd his Country better than his Life His aged Father lost a Glorious Son Who had thro' all degrees of Honor run His faithful Wife a mournful Farewel took And still Regretted with a parting look She with strong Tears did deprecate his Grave The great Southampton's Daughter could not save His Children next their Duty did address The Hand they Kiss'd did in requital Bless Still he was haunted with the Men in Black Who with false Arguments did his Soul attack Would force his latest Moments to receive A Doctrine which themselves did not believe At least they never practic'd Him with their Milk-sop Principle did tease And would not let him Dye who liv'd in Peace For being a Patriot they spill'd his Blood He Dy'd like Socrates for being Good The English what they are do still appear The plainest Humor still
been cool ever since and now he applies all the strains of a prophane Passion to a divine Object and the Affection he could not gain in the Ruelle he endeavours to captivate in the Pulpit As in a Catholick Country a disgrac'd Lover always turns Capuchine and the most zealous Votary in a Convent is he that hath lost his Mistress Mendoza the Spaniard MADAM hath a very severe Expression El ambicion de la emprenta es una colpa que non basta arrepentirse That the ambition to be in Print is a fault for which repentance can be no sufficient expiation Now besides the presumption of the attempt I am conscious of a great many defects in this Poem there are flaws in the Conduct of it and the Characters are not work'd up with that vigor of thought and stile as they ought to be but as I was never equal to such a performance so at present I labour under a great decay of Spirits being but slowly recovering of those Wounds the iniquity of some Mens proceedings have given me Besides MADAM you know I was always a Dreamer and one who for want of better Company generally converseth with himself we lose our selves in our own Labyrinths and weaken the powers of our Mind by too much thinking I am sensible it is an Humor not to be indulg'd for with the least incouragement it grows headstrong and becomes frequent in its Accesses and tho' the lucid Intervals as they call them when the Clouds are dispers'd are I believe more sprightly then the softest Moments of any other Men whatever yet they do not recompence for the Fears and Sadnesses which are incident to this condition at all other times This MADAM I have often lamented to you and you have been so kind as to mix your Condolances with my Complaints It hath this peculiarly unhappy That as it discolours those Objects to us which strike others with an agreeable light so it subjects all that we say or do to mistakes a little neglect in our Behaviour is censur'd to be Pride and that unwieldiness it loads us with is call'd an affected Sloth tho' it is impossible to be assiduous and eager in the pursuit of that we fancy we can take no pleasure in But it was never so dark with me yet but I could distinguish my Friends and take the right measure of their Obligations Those I have receiv'd from you MADAM are lodg'd in a distinct Archive with the marks of a particular Esteem for I am with the deepest Respect possible for your Person and great Endowments Your LADYSHIPS Most Humble and Obedient Servant MATT. MORGAN To the QUEEN MADAM with eager Joy your Conqueror meet He comes to lay his Laurels at your Feet Who in his absence made our Troubles cease Present him now with Olive-wreaths of Peace Let Garlands crown him at his finish'd race He is your Prisoner in a strict embrace Tho' he escap'd the Dangers of the War The Wounds you give leave an immortal Scar We with swift motion to the Center move Danger endears us unto those we love Nothing 's so gay as dissipated fear When beauteous Sun-shine doth refract the tear For when the Bullet in its wanton scope Was like to have destroy'd all Europe's Hope Your Soul was clouded with a dark presage Did feel almost anticipate its rage It touch'd his Shoulder but it pierc'd your Heart Your quick resentment did intend the smart Like tuneful Unisons what him did strike Did equally affect your string of life The bleeding Husband and condoling Wife With a divided Empire you did Reign And each the Province gallantly maintain Whilst Caesar did destroy the Irish Hosts Calphurnia drove the French-men from our Coasts They valiantly attack'd a naked Shore Like Faulcons unreclaim'd did wildly soar Herostratus a Cottage set on fire And when the Thatch blaz'd out he did retire The ancient Argonauts did sail from Greece In Triumph to bring home the Golden Fleece But they our bleating Captives took away 'T was like the Victors an ignoble prey But when we arm'd their Insolence to chastise With hasty Sails their abject Navy flies We 'll scourge these false and domineering Braves A Whip held up shall quell this War of Slaves Encroaching Kings did by degrees obtrude Upon their easy Necks this Servitude And their Despotick Government did rise Upon the Peoples ruin'd Liberties Lewis th' Eleventh strip'd the noble Tree Whose stanchest Maxim was Hypocrisie His Faith he at the vilest price did sell And all his Art was to Dissemble well He bragg'd that Minor France he made of Age And brought the drivling Kingdome * Out of its Minority His own Expression Hors de Page But him a faithless Guardian we call Who with his Pupils Rents turns Prodigal For at his Fortune he arrives too late For when he is Mature there 's no Estate But it receiv'd a more consummate Fall Under that Cruel Meager Cardinal Whose Purple with Patritian Blood was dy'd And Treachery was mix'd up with his Pride 'T was he that did his barbarous Arts employ The World in mutual Conflicts to destroy Caesar such spiteful Ministers forsook He would have him discarded for his look For he did more in Anthony delight Because he lov'd and revel'd all the Night Who in great Luxuries himself did soothe His Body full and all his Features smooth But he did hate a lean and envious Race He abhor'd Cassius for his plotting Face But this last Hand their Ruine doth compleat He 's with the Spoyl of ravag'd Cities Great And when whole Provinces do wasted lye They call that Solitude his Victory And now his Image they fall down before Bernini made the God they do adore Unto his Statue they do Incense burn The Marble Hero doth whole Nations spurn Spain to Augustus did an Altar raise As an Eternal Monument of Praise But frugal Sacrifice they did bestow For at its Foot a Laurel once did grow They did applaud the Omen of the Tree Of course it must portend a Victory He check'd their Paeans and reprov'd their Sloth For constant Firing would have spoil'd its growth But here the Votaries incur no blame They with obsequious Oyl still imp the Flame 'T is the distinguishing Character of France Their Falshood's cover'd under Complaisance Their Wisdome's Craft their Wit is being Loud Haughty when Prosperous when Afflicted Proud Slaves by Tradition and they can't refuse Salt without Meat and Toil in wooden Shoes They clink at every Step they do advance Jolly they are but they in Fetters dance Gloire in their empty Cottages doth rebound They live on great Reports are fed with Sound This Country is the Rendezvous of Boys They return laded with St. Germain's Toys He at his Native Customes fiercely rails And all he boasts is Louvre and Versailles He chatters on and all things talks by rote Like unfledg'd Preachers who the Fathers quote He learns to flatter and unlearns to blush Accomplish'd is his Comb well-bred his Snush
withstood And have o'rewhelm'd the Spaniards with their Blood For they by Inches did their Country gain For every spot of Earth an Army slain * The Fifth Charles did with sober Policy design More closely all these Provinces to joyn Into a mighty Kingdome them unite But he in Discontent turn'd Anchoret With drowsy Fryars he his Days did close He did disturb the World's and their repose He left the Plan unfinisht to his Son To fix it with the Inquisition For this Tribunal is a spiritual Throne And here the Priest doth domineer alone Injustice here and holy Thefts do dwell The Darkness and the Cruelty of Hell For in the Dungeon there 's Cimmerian Night And yet then that more terrible is Light For then they barbarous Judges only see Who do their Death without remorse decree In Sanbenitoes dress those wretched Men Whom to Eternal Flames they do condemn If Rich then unavoided is your Fate The flagrant Heresy is a great Estate If Poor half the Damnation they 'le abate This a peculiar Name and Triumph hath They call this Butchery an Act of Faith Holland these Usurpations did oppose The Shield was hammer'd with Pyracmon's blows Philip did fight for what was his before And his own Flesh he like a Madman tore But Self-defence did their Resentments draw The Sword prevented that Draconick Law This they ow'd chiefly unto Great NASSAU Whose Family of Heroes is the source And hath flow'd on in a Pacifick course With Surface smooth an even stream doth keep 'T is not obstreperous silent 't is and deep In him the same Affection doth remain Those whom his Fathers rais'd he doth sustain And they are shaded with his prosperous Reign With Arcs Triumphal now her Prince receives His Conquests all cut out in Bas-reliefes And the rich Ground is plentifully spread With blooming future Honors for his Head Savoy doth anxiously Supplies request Succor him first for he is most Distrest The Eagles in his Rocks have built their Nest The French thro' rugged Paths have made their way Those Heighths are proper for such Birds of prey They in a barren abrupt Country live Their Diet like their Faith is Primitive For slender Sustenance their strength recruits Where they can dig them out they feed on Roots Wines they have none their Drink is melted Snow When heated with the Sun their Hills do flow Their Bodies Nervous are but very thin They 've hanging down a mighty Double-Chin It makes their Women look like Endor-Haggs With livid Visages and flaccid Baggs This evil doth proceed as some do think Because the Alpine-water they do drink Which from the Springs within the Clefts do fall Impregnate with an Acid Mineral With the same Vigour they their Prince sustain As against him they did their Faith maintain Altho' these Vallies have but glimmering Light Yet for their Hearths and Altars they did fight Heaven doth not always take the juster side His Power to shew and to chastise our Pride Like Plague and Famine it doth suffer France Upon his injur'd Kinsman to advance Victorious Princes break thro' sacred Ties Those Webs were only made for vulgar Flies Nothing could Charles-Emanuel controul His Country was too Narrow for his Soul Still his Ambition did fresh Objects seek His pent up Courage into Flames did break These were the cause the Jealousies of Spain That he a larger Empire did not gain But he for Christendome did cut out work And like a Fox did in his Mountains lurk With Hannibal's Vinegar they all are cleft This Prince hath scarce a Territory left But these Events don't with our Prophets suit It doth their Revelation-Dreams confute Nostre-Dame saw in Hieroglyphick Scrole The Convoys all cut off from Pignerol In his Divining Elbow-Chair he sat And looking wisely as did Montaigne's Cat Foretold the Overthrow of Catinat These Arts unto their Merchants we should leave Whose profest Livolihood is to Deceive W th Schemes of Weather they dawb round their Brain And if 't is Cloudy it may chance to Rain And now that all the World with Wars is fill'd If there 's a Fight some Troopers may be kill'd Embargo should be laid on Platonists Else all our Knowledge will be lost in Mists A noble Treatise lately hath been wrote Gainst these Idaealists an Antidote There 's nothing rough the tender Mind to tear But from those Thorns the fertile Ground is clear Nothing but what 's perspicuous there is taught You are not like the Ram in Brambles caught To extricate himself he vainly tries And you to Jargon fall a Sacrifice His Arguments are in a due method plac'd His Notions by their bright impressions trac'd They all do like a regular Prospect ly Not to amuse but please the Learned Eye His Reas'nings in a deeper Mould are seen His Metaphors like Beams do play between Tho' they 're profound yet they the Mind delight As Shade is but a sort of thicker Light Nature with Assiduity he hath serv'd Her utmost Favours are for him reserv'd Into her Closet doth admission gain And all her Mysteries he shall explain He with his Judgment shall new-form our Clay Solve all Phaenomena another way New Passages shall by his Eye be seen Which lurk within this curious Machine He thinks beyond an ordinary stint He brings his Bulloine to a finer Mint His Grains unto the Sixtieth part assay'd Are true tho' in the tender'st Balance weigh'd As in Philosophy he shall impart His Nostrums in the Aesculapian Art Scurvey and every insolent Disease Shall be subdu'd by our great Hercules The pallid Legions shall their Victor fear And the Augean Stable he shall clear From New-discover'd Indies bring home Wealth The Author of our Learning and our Health The Moderns nay the Antients hath Out-done The Nation may be proud of such a Son Others for Martial Exploits are born But such as he the Kingdome must adorn As in that Land where Nature 's always drest With the Sun 's genial Caresses blest Ripe Fruit is justl'd out with younger Seeds Still a fresh Colony of Blossomes breeds So to our KING all Seasons Laurel bring And the whole Year is a perpetual Spring For every Conquest like a pregnant Rose With op'ning Buds fresh Triumphs doth disclose We 'll Conquer with the Auguries of his Fame As Nicias carry'd Victory in his Name With Carcasses we 'll surfeit all the Ground We 'll shake their Walls down w th our Trumpets sound Display the Eagles Legions advance We 'll fix our Standards in the Heart of France Now MADAM who your Merit can set forth In strains adjusted to such wondrous Worth So bright a Theme should rapturous Thoughts infuse A Task too weighty for a vulgar Muse This should the Genius of Old Waller raise Whose rich and elegant Talent was to Praise The sweetest Bard that ever yet hath sung When to his Voice his learned Harp he strung On his melodious Lips the Audience hung You MADAM have a glorious Instance given That Woman 's the