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PROEM	A
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Of all that to the sage's survey	B
This world presents of topsy turvy	C
There's naught so much disturbs one's patience	D
As little minds in lofty stations	E
'Tis like that sort of painful wonder	F
Which slender columns laboring under	F
Enormous arches give beholders	E
Or those poor Caryatides	E
Condemned to smile and stand at ease	E
With a whole house upon their shoulders	E
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If as in some few royal cases	E
Small minds are born into such places	E
If they are there by Right Divine	G
Or any such sufficient reason	H
Why Heaven forbid we should repine	H
To wish it otherwise were treason	H
Nay even to see it in a vision	H
Would be what lawyers call misprision	H
	-
SIR ROBERT FILMER saith and he	C
Of course knew all about the matter	F
Both men and beasts love Monarchy	C
Which proves how rational the latter	F
SIDNEY we know or wrong or right	I
Entirely differed from the Knight	I
Nay hints a King may lose his head	J
By slipping awkwardly his bridle	K
But this is treasonous ill bred	J
And now a days when Kings are led	J
In patent snaffles downright idle	K
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No no it isn't right line Kings	E
Those sovereign lords in leading strings	E
Who from their birth are Faith Defenders	E
That move my wrath 'tis your pretenders	E
Your mushroom rulers sons of earth	L
Who not like t'others bores by birth	L
Establisht grati Dei blockheads	E
Born with three kingdoms in their pockets	E
Yet with a brass that nothing stops	E
Push up into the loftiest stations	E
And tho' too dull to manage shops	E
Presume the dolts to manage nations	E
	-
This class it is that moves my gall	M
And stirs up bile and spleen and all	M
While other senseless things appear	N
To know the limits of their sphere	N
While not a cow on earth romances	E
So much as to conceit she dances	E
While the most jumping frog we know of	O
Would scarce at Astley's hope to show off	P
Your s your s dare	Q
Untrained as are their minds to set them	A
To any business any where	Q
At any time that fools will let them	A
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But leave we here these upstart things	E
My business is just now with Kings	E
To whom and to their right line glory	C
I dedicate the following story	C
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FABLE	K
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The wise men of Egypt were secret as dummies	E
And even when they most condescended to teach	R
They packt up their meaning as they did their mummies	E
In so many wrappers 'twas out of one's reach	R
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They were also good people much given to Kings	E
Fond of craft and of crocodiles monkeys and mystery	C
But blue bottle flies were their best beloved things	E
As will partly appear in this very short history	C
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A Scythian philosopher nephew they say	E
To that other great traveller young Anacharsis	E
Stept into a temple at Memphis one day	E
To have a short peep at their mystical farces	E
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He saw a brisk blue bottle Fly on an altar	F
Made much of and worshipt as something divine	H
While a large handsome Bullock led there in a halter	F
Before it lay stabbed at the foot of the shrine	H
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Surprised at such doings he whispered his teacher	F
If 'tisn't impertinent may I ask why	S
Should a Bullock that useful and powerful creature	F
Be thus offered up to a bluebottle Fly	S
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No wonder said t'other you stare at the sight	I
But we as a Symbol of Monarchy view it	T
That Fly on the shrine is Legitimate Right	I
And that Bullock the People that's sacrificed to it	T

Thomas Moore

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