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The medal of John Bayes a satyr against folly and knavery.
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Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.
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thy Nose How low thy Farce and thy blank Verse how mean How poor how naked did appear each Scene Even thou didst blush at thy insipid stuff And laid thy dulness on poor harmless Snuff No Comick Scene or humour hast thou wrought Thou 'st quibling Bawdy and ill breeding taught But Rime's sad downfal has thy ruine brought No Piece did ever from thy self begin Thou can'st no web from thine own bowels spin Were from thy Works cull'd out what thou 'st purloin'd Even D fey would excel what 's left behind Should all thy borrow'd plumes we from thee tear How truly Poet Squab would'st thou appear Thou call'st thy self and Fools call thee in Rime The goodly Prince of Poets of thy time And Sov'raign power thou dost usurp John Bayes And from all Poets thou a Tax dost raise Thou plunder'st all t' advance thy mighty Name Look'st big and triumph'st with thy borrow'd fame But art while swelling thus thou think'st th' art Chief A servile Imitator and a Thief All written Wit thou seizest on as prize But that will not thy ravenous mind suffice Though men from thee their inward thoughts conceal Yet thou the words out of their mouths wilt steal How little owe we to your Native store Who all you write have heard or read before Except your Libels and there 's something new For none were ere so impudent as you Some Scoundrel Poetasters yet there be Fools that Burlesque the name of Loyalty Who by reviling Patriots think to be From louziness and hunger ever free But will for all their hopes of swelling bags Râ—turn to Primitive nastiness and rags These are blind Fools thou hadst some kind of sight Thou sinn'st against thy Conscience and the Light After the drubs thou didst of late compound And sold for th' weight in Gold each bruise wound Clear was thy sight and none declaim'd then more Gainst Popish Plots and Arbitrary Power The Ministers thou bluntly wouldst assail And it was dangerous to hear thee rail Oh may not England stupid be like thee Heaven grant it may not feel before it see Now he recants and on that beating thrives Thus Poet Laureats and Russian Wives Do strangely upon beating mend their Lives But how comes Bayes to flag and grovel so Sure your new Lords are in their payments slow Thou deserv'st whipping thou' rt so dull this time Thou 'st turn'd the Observator into Rime But thou suppliest the want of Wit and Sense With most malitious Lies and Impudence At Cambridge first your scurrilous Vein began When sawcily you traduc'd a Nobleman Who for that Crime rebuk'd you on the head And you had been Expell'd had you not fled The next step of Advancement you began Was being Clerk to Nolls Lord Chamberlain A Sequestrator and Committee-man There all your wholesome Morals you suckt in And got your Gentile Gayety and Meen Your Loyalty you learn'd in Cromwels Court Where first your Muse did make her great effort On him you first shew'd your Poetick strain And prais'd his opening the Basilick Vein And were that possible to come agen Thou on that side wouldst draw thy slavish Pen. But he being dead who should the slave prefer He turn'd a Journey-man t' a Bookseller Writ Prefaces to Books for Meat and Drink And as he paid he would both write and think Then by th' assistance of a Noble Knight Th'hadst plenty ease and liberty to write First like a Gentleman he made thee live And on his Bounty thou didst amply thrive But soon thy Native swelling Venom rose And thou didst him who gave thee Bread expose ' Gainst him a scandalous Preface didst thou write Which thou didst soon expunge rather than fight When turn'd away by him in some small time You in the Peoples ears began to chime And please the Town with your successful Rime When the best Patroness of Wit and Stage The Joy the Pride the wonder of the Age Sweet Annabel the good great witty fair Of all this Northern Court the brightest Star Did on thee Bayes her sacred beams dispence Who could do ill under such influence She the whole Court brought over to thy side And favour flow'd upon thee like a Tide To her thou soon prov'dst an ungrateful Knave So good was she not only she forgave But did oblige anew the faithless Slave And all the Gratitude he can afford Is basely to traduce her Princely Lord. A Heroe worthy of a God-like Race Great in his Mind and charming in his Face Who conquers Hearts with unaffected Grace His mighty Vertues are too large for Verse Gentle as billing Doves as angry Lions fierce His Strength and Beauty so united are Nature design'd him Chief in Love and War All Lovers Victories he did excel Succeeding with the beautious Annabel Early in Arms his glorious course began Which never Heroe yet so swiftly ran Wherever danger shew'd its dreadful face By never-dying acts h'adorn'd his Royal Race Sure the three Edwards Souls beheld with Joy How much thou out didst Man when little more than Boy And all the Princely Heroes of thy Line Rejoyc'd to see so much of their great Blood in thine So good and so diffusive is his Mind So loving to and lov'd by Humane kind He was for vast and general good design'd In 's height of Greatness he all eyes did glad And never Man departed from him sad Sweet and obliging easie of access Wise in his Judging courteous in address Ore all the Passions he bears so much sway No Stoick taught 'em better to obey And in his Suffering part he shines more bright Than he appear'd in all that gaudy light Now now methinks he makes the bravest show And ne're was greater Heroe than he 's now For publi◠〈…〉 wealth and power forsakes Over 〈…〉 â—â—nquest makes 〈…〉 to him are dear And 〈…〉 dares appear 'T is 〈…〉 in the breach ' Gainst 〈…〉 and furious Parsons preach Were 't not 〈…〉 how soon some Popish Knife Might rob us of his Royal Fathers Life We to their fear of thee that blessing owe In such a Son happy Great King art thou Who can defend or can revenge thee so Next for thy Medal Bayes which does revile The wisest Patriot of our drooping Isle Who Loyally did serve his Exil'd Prince And with the ablest Councel blest him since None more than he did stop Tyrannick Power Or in that Crisis did contribute more To his Just Rights our Monarch to restore And still by wise advice and Loyal Arts Would have secur'd him in his Subjects Hearts You own the Mischiefs sprung from that Intrigue Which fatally dissolv'd the Tripple-League Each of your Idol mock-Triumv'rate knows Our Patriot strongly did that Breach oppose Nor did this Lord a Dover-Journey go From thence our tears the Ilium of our woe Had he that Interest follow'd how could he By those that serv'd it then discarded be The French and Papists well his Merits know Were he a friend
they 'd not pursu'd him so From both he would our beset King preserve For which he does Eternal wreaths deserve His Life they first and now his Fame would take For Crimes they forge and secret Plots they make They by hir'd Witnesses the first pursue The latter by vile Scriblers hir'd like you Thy Infamy will blush at no disgrace With such a harden'd Conscience and a Face Thou only want'st an Evidences place When th' Isle was drown'd in a Lethargick sleep Our vigilant Heroe still a watch did keep When all our strength should have been made a Prey To the Leud Babylonish Dalilah Methinks I see our watchful Heroe stand Jogging the Nodding Genius of our Land Which sometime strugling with sleeps heavy yoak Awak'd star'd look'd grim and dreafully he spoke The voice fill'd all the Land and then did fright The Scarlet Whore from all her works of night But With unseen strengths at home and Forreign Aid Too soon She ralli'd and began t' invade And many Nets she spread and many Toils she laid To lull us yet asleep what pains she takes But all in vain for still our Genius wakes And now remembers well the dangerous Test Which might have all our Liberty opprest Had not the cover'd snare our Heroe found And for some time bravely maintain'd the ground Till others saw the bondage was design'd And late with them their stragling Forces joyn'd A Bill then drawn by B did we see A zealous Bill against for Popery Then Murther'd Godfrey a lov'd Princes blood Ready with precious drops to make a purple-flood When Popish Tyranny shall give command And spread again its darkness o're the Land Then Bloody Plots we find laid at their door Than whom none e're have done or suffered more Or would to save the Prince they did restore Amidst these hellish Snares 't is time to wake May never more a sleep our Genius take These things did soon our glorious City warm And for their own and Princes safety arm The Joy of ours Terrour of other Lands With moderate Head with unpolluted Hands To which the Prince and People safety owe From which the uncorrupted streams of Justice flow Through thickest clouds of Perjury you see And ne're by Hackney-Oaths deceiv'd will be Resolv'd to value Credibility Thou vindicat'st the Justice of thy Prince Which shines most bright by clearing Innocence While some would Subjects of their Lives bereave By Witnesses themselves could ne're believe Though wrongly accus'd yet at their Blood they aim And as they were their Quarrey think it shame Not to run down and seize the trembling Game Thy Justice will hereafter be renown'd Thy lasting name for Loyalty be crown'd When 't will be told who did our Prince restore Whom thou with zeal didst ever since adore How oft hast thou his Princely wants supply'd And never was thy needful aid deny'd How long his Kindness with thy Duty strove Great thy Obedience and as great his Love And curst be they who would his Heart remove Thou still the same with equal zeal wilt serve Maintain his Laws his Person wilt preserve But some foul Monsters thy rich womb does bear That like base Vipers would thy bowels tear Who would thy ancient Charters give away And all thy stronger Liberties betray Those Elder Customs our great Ancestors Have from the Saxon times convey'd to ours Of which no Pers'nal Crimes a loss can cause By Magna Charta backt and by succeeding Laws This is the Factious Brood we should pursue For as in Schism so in Sedition too The Many are deserted by the Few These Factious Few for bitter scourges fit To shew Addressing and Abhorring Wit Set up a Jack of Lent and throw at it But those alas false silly measures take Who of the Few an Association make Thou need'st not doubt to triumph o're these Fools These blindly led these Jesuited Tools Whilst bravely thou continu'st to oppose All would be Papists as all Romish Foes In spight of lawless men and Popish flames Inrich'd by thy much lov'd and bounteous Thames May into thee the Wealth of Nations flow And to thy height all Europes Cities bow Thou great support of Princely Dignity And Bulwark to the Peoples Liberty If a good Mayor with such good Shrieves appear Nor Prince nor People need a danger fear And such we hope for each succeeding year Thus thou a Glorious City may'st remain And all thy Ancient Liberties retain While Albion is surrounded with the Main Go Abject Bayes and act thy slavish part Fawn on those Popish Knaves whose Knave thou art 'T is not ill writing or worse Policy That can enslave a Nation so long free Our King 's too good to take that rugged course He 'll win by kindness not subdue by force If King of Slaves and Beasts not Men he 'd be A Lyon were a greater Prince than he Approach him then let no malitious Chit No insolent Prater nor a flashy Wit Impeachments make not men for States-men sit But Truth Judgment Firmness and Integrity With long experience quick sagacity Swift to prevent as ready to foresee Knowing the depths from which all action springs And by a Chain of causes judging things That does all weights into the ballance cast And wisely can fore-tell the future by the past Where ere such vertuous qualities appear They 're Patriots worthy of a Princes ear To Him and Subjects they 'l alike be dear The Kings and Peoples Interest they 'll make one What personal greatness can our Monarch own When hearts of Subjects must support the Throne And Ministers should strive those hearts t'unite Unless they had a mind to make us fight Who by Addresses thus the Realm divide All bonds of Kindred and of Friends untide Have in effect in Battle rang'd each side But Heaven avert those Plagues which we deserve Intestine Jarres but Popish ends can serve How false and dangerous Methods do they take Who would a King but of Addressers make They from Protection would throw all the rest And poorly narrow the Kings Interest To make their little Party too seem great They with false Musters like the Spaniards cheat He 's King of all and would have all their Hearts Were 't not for these dividing Popish arts Statesmen who his true Interest would improve Compute his Greatness by his Peoples Love That may assist our Friends and Foes o'recome So much he will be fear'd Abroad as lov'd at Home He at the Peoples Head may great appear As th' Edward's Henry's and Eliza were And curst be they who would that Power divide Who would dissolve that Sacred knot by which they 're ty'd Those Miscreants who hate a Parliament Would soon destroy our Antient Government Those Slaves would make us fit to be o'recome And gladly sell the Land to France or Rome But Heaven preserve our Legal Monarchy And all those Laws that keep the People free Of all Mankind for ever curst be they Who would or Kings or Peoples Rights betray Or ought would change but by a Legislative way Be damn'd the most abhorr'd and Traiterous Race Who would the best of Governments deface Now farewel wretched Mercenary Bayes Who the King Libell'd and did Cromwel praise Farewel abandon'd Rascal only fit To be abus'd by thy own scurrilous Wit Which thou wouldst do and for a Moderate Sum Answer thy Medal and thy Absolont Thy piteous Hackney-Pen shall never fright us Thou' rt dwindl'd down to Hodge and Heraclitus Go Ignoramus cry and Forty One And by Sams Parsons be thou prais'd alone Pied thing half Wit half Fool and for a Knave Few Men than this a better mixture have But thou canst add to that Coward and Slave FINIS * So the Painters call a naked Picture * His Name in the Rehearsal * In his Drammatick Essay * At Windsor in the company of several persons of Quality Sir G. E. being present * The Name given him by the Earl of Rochester †Oh imitatores servum pecus * In Rose-Alley †A Lords Son and all Noblemens Sons are called Noblemen there * See his Poem upon Oliver And wisely he essay'd to stanch the Blood by breathing of a Vein †Mr. Herringman who kept him in his House for that purpose * Sir R. H. who kept him generously at his own House * When he had thrice broken his Word Oath and Bargain with Sir Wiâ—liam Davenant â—he wrote a Letter to this great Lady to pass her word for him to Sir William who would not take his own which she did In his Letter he wisht God might never prosper him his Wife or Children if he did not keep his Oath and Bargain which yet in two Months he broke as several of the Dukes Play-house can testifie * Bayes his own expression Medal pag. 5. * April 75. †Anno 76. * Their Addressing is plainly making an Association * See the Chancellors Excellent Speech before the Sentence on the Lord Stafford * A Coffee-house where the Inferiour Crape-gown-men meet with their Guide Roger to invent Lies for the farther carrying on the Popish-Plot