For, as I ftand a magistrate
To ferve him firft, and next the State,
Perhaps He may not think it fit
To let his magiftrates have wit.
Boaft I not, at this very hour,
Thofe large effects which troop with pow'r?
Am I not mighty in the land?
Do not I fit, whilft others ftand?
Am I not with rich garments grac❜d,
In feat of honour always plac'd?
And do not Cits of chief degree,
Tho' proud to others, bend to me?
Have I not, as a JUSTICE ought,
The laws fuch wholesome rigour taught,
That Fornication, in difgrace,
Is now afraid to fhew her face,
And not one Whore thefe walls approaches
Unless They ride in our own coaches?
And fhall this FAME, an old poor Strumpet,
Without our Licence, found her Trumpet,
And, envious of our City's quiet,
In broad Day-light blow up a Riot?
If infolence like this we bear,
Where is our State? our office where?
Farewell all honours of our reign,
Farewell the Neck-enobling CHAIN,
Freedom's known badge o'er all the globe,
Farewell the folemn-fpreading ROBE,
Farewell the SWORD, -farewell the MACE,
Farewell all TITLE, POMP, and PLACE.
Remov'd from Men of high degree,
(A lofs to them, CRAPE, not to Me)
Banifh'd to CHIPENHAM, or to FROME,
DULLMAN once more fhall ply the Loom.
CRAPE, lifting up his hands and eyes,
DULLMAN the Loom-at CHIPENHAM- cries
If there be Pow'rs which greatnefs love,
Which rule below, but dwell above,
Those Pow'rs united all shall join
To contradict the rash defign.
Sooner shall stubborn WILL lay down
His oppofition with his Gown,
Sooner fhall TEMPLE leave the road
Which leads to VIRTUE's mean abode,
Sooner fhall Scoтs this Country quit,
And ENGLAND's Foes be Friends to PITT,
Than DULLMAN, from his grandeur thrown,
Shall wander out-caft, and unknown.
Sure as that Cane (a Cane there stood
Near to a Table, made of Wood,
Of dry fine Wood a Table made
By fome rare artist in the trade,
Who had enjoy'd immortal praise
If he had liv'd in HOMER's days.)
Sure as that Cane, which once was feen,
In pride of life, all fresh and green,
The banks of INDUS to adorn;
Then, of its leafy honours fhorn,
According to exacteft rule,
Was fashion'd by the workman's tool;
And which at prefent we behold
Curiously polifh'd, crown'd with gold,
With gold well-wrought, fure as that Cane
Shall never on its native plain
Strike root afresh; shall never more
Flourish on Tawny INDIA's fhore,
So fure fhall DULLMAN and his race
To latest times, this ftation grace.
DULLMAN, who all this while had kept His eye-lids clos'd, as if He flept,
Now, looking ftedfastly on CRAPE,
As at fome God in human shape
CRAPE, I proteft, you feem to me
To have difcharg'd a Prophecy,
Yes from the firft it doth appear,
Planted by FATE, the DULLMANS here
Have always held a quiet reign,
And here fhall to the laft remain.
CRAPE, they're all wrong about this Gho
Quite on the wrong fide of the Poft
Blockheads! to take it in their head,
To be a meffage from the dead,
For that by Miffion they defign,
A word not half fo good as mine.
CRAPE
start not one doubtI've found it out.
O GOD! cries CRAPE,-how bleft the nation,
Where one Son boasts such penetration.
CRAPE, I've not time to tell you now,
When I discover'd this, or how;
His place let Bully NORTON bear
Our Citizens to Council call
Let the three Witnesses attend
With Allegations to befriend,
To fwear juft fo much, and no more,
As We instruct them in before.
Stay-CRAPE-come back-what, don't you fee Th' effects of this difcovery? DULLMAN all care and toil enduresThe Profit, CRAPE, will all be Yours. A Mitre, (for, this arduous task Perform'd, they'll grant whate'er I afk)
A Mitre (and perhaps the beft)
Shall thro' my Intereft make thee bleft.
And at this time, when gracious FATE
Dooms to the Scot the reins of State,
Who is more fit (and for your use
We could some instances produce)
Of ENGLAND's Church to be the Head,
Than You, a Presbyterian bred.
But when thus mighty you are made,
Unlike the Brethren of thy trade,
Be grateful, CRAPE, and let Me not,
Like Old NEWCASTLE, be forgot.
But an Affair, CRAPE, of this fize,
Will afk from Conduct vaft fupplies;
It must not, as the Vulgar fay,
Be done in Hugger Mugger way.
Traitors indeed (and that's difcreet)
Who hatch the Plot, in private meet;
They should in Public go, no doubt,
Whose bufinefs is to find it out.
Likely to turn out fair and clear
Proclaim a Grand Proceffionade
Be all the City Pomp difplay'd,
Let the Train-bands
They heard the Trumpet, and were fled
Well cries the Knight-if that's the cafe,
My Servants fhall fupply their place
My Servants mine alone
Than what my Servants did before
Doft not remember, CRAPE, that day,
When, DULLMAN's grandeur to display,
As all too fimple, and too low,
Our City Friends were thruft below,
Whilft, as more worthy of our Love,
Courtiers were entertain'd above?
Tell me who waited then? and how?
mine -and why not now? In haft then, CRAPE, to STENTOR goBut send up HART, who waits below, With him, till You return again (Reach me my Spectacles and Cane) I'll make a proof how I advance in My new accomplishment of dancing.
Not quite fo faft as Lightning flies,
Wing'd with red anger, thro' the skies;
Not quite fo faft as, fent by Jove,
IRIS defcends on wings of Love ;
Not quite fo faft as TERROR rides,
When He the chafing winds beftrides ;
CRAPE Hobbled but his mind was good
Cou'd he go fafter than He cou'd ?
Near to that Tow'r, which, as we're told,
The mighty JULIUS rais'd of old,
Where, to the Block, by Juftice led,
The Rebel SCOT hath often bled,
Where Arms are kept so clean, so bright,
'Twere Sin they should be foil'd in fight,
Where Brutes of foreign race are shewn
By Brutes much greater of our own,
Faft by the crouded Thames, is found
An ample fquare of facred ground,
Where artless Eloquence prefides,
And Nature ev'ry fentence guides.
Here Female Parliaments debate
About Religion, Trade, and State,
Here ev'ry NAIAD's Patriot foul,
Difdaining Foreign base controul,
Defpifing French, despifing Erfe,
Pours forth the plain Old English Curfe,
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