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When lawless men their neighbours dispossess	A
The tenants they extirpate or oppress	A
And make rude havoc in the fruitful soil	B
Which the right owners ploughed with careful toil	B
The same proportion does in kingdoms hold	C
A new prince breaks the fences of the old	C
And will o'er carcases and deserts reign	D
Unless the land its rightful lord regain	D
He gripes the faithless owners of the place	E
And buys a foreign army to deface	E
The feared and hated remnant of their race	E
He starves their forces and obstructs their trade	F
Vast sums are given and yet no native paid	F
The church itself he labours to assail	G
And keeps fit tools to break the sacred pale	G
Of those let him the guilty roll commence	H
Who has betrayed a master and a prince	I
A man seditious lewd and impudent	F
An engine always mischievously bent	F
One who from all the bans of duty swerves	I
No tie can hold but that which he deserves	I
An author dwindled to a pamphleteer	J
Skilful to forge and always insincere	J
Careless exploded practices to mend	F
Bold to attack yet feeble to defend	F
Fate's blindfold reign the atheist loudly owns	I
And providence blasphemously dethrones	I
In vain the leering actor strains his tongue	K
To cheat with tears and empty noise the throng	L
Since all men know whate'er he says or writes	I
Revenge or stronger interest indites	I
And that the wretch employs his venal wit	F
How to confute what formerly he writ	F
Next him the grave Socinian claims a place	I
Endowed with reason though bereft of grace	I
A preaching pagan of surpassing fame	M
No register records his borrowed name	M
O had the child more happily been bred	F
A radiant mitre would have graced his head	F
But now unfit the most he should expect	F
Is to be entered of T wblank F wblank 's sect	F
To him succeeds with looks demurely sad	F
A gloomy soul with revelation mad	F
False to his friend and careless of his word	F
A dreaming prophet and a gripping lord	F
He sells the livings which he can't possess	I
And forms that sinecure his diocese	I
Unthinking man to quit thy barren see	I
And vain endeavours in chronology	I
For the more fruitless care of royal charity	I
Thy hoary noddle warns thee to return	N
The treason of old age in Wales to mourn	O
Nor think the city poor may less sustain	D
Thy place may well be vacant in this reign	D
I should admit the booted prelate now	P
But he is even for lampoon too low	Q
The scum and outcast of a royal race	I
The nation's grievance and the gown's disgrace	I
None so unlearned did e'er at London sit	F
This driveller does the sacred chair besh t	I
I need not brand the spiritual parricide	I
Nor draw the weapon dangling by his side	I
The astonished world remembers that offence	I
And knows he stole the daughter of his prince	I
'Tis time enough in some succeeding age	R
To bring this mitred captain on the stage	R
These are the leaders in apostasy	I
And the blind guides of poor elective majesty	I
A thing which commonwealths men did devise	I
Till plots were ripe to catch the people's eyes	I
Their king's a monster in a quagmire born	O
Of all the native brutes the grief and scorn	O
With a big snout cast in a crooked mould	I
Which runs with glanders and an inborn cold	I
His substance is of clammy snot and phlegm	S
Sleep is his essence and his life a dream	T
To Caprea this Tiberius does retire	U
To quench with catamite his feeble fire	V
Dear catamite who rules alone the state	I
While monarch dozes on his unpropt height	I
Silent yet thoughtless and secure of fate	I
Could you but see the fulsome hero led	I
By loathing vassals to his noble bed	I
In flannel robes the coughing ghost does walk	W
And his mouth moats like cleaner breech of hawk	W
Corruption springing from his cankered breast	I
Furs up the channel and disturbs his rest	I
With head propt up the bolstered engine lies	I
If pillow slip aside the monarch dies	I

John Dryden

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