And therefore my Song
None o'th' Senate shall wrong,
Nor I'll ruffle no Collars of Esses,
But with Royal Anne,
A renown'd happy Reign,
And a hundred Year more than Queen Besses.
No Peers grown too great,
Nor no Commons Wit
Shall swell up my Lines to the Margent,
Since the first at their Nod
Have a swinging black Rod,
And the last, a rough thing call'd a Serjeant.
No Statesman that rise
By Publick Employs
With Offence, here shall trouble the Reader,
No takers of Bribes,
Nor potent State Scribes
Low as Shrubs, or as tall as a Cedar.
I'll not search into Ills
Of Occasional Bills,
Nor the Gain, or the Loss of the Nation,
Nor scan the moot Case
Of the Snake in the Grass,
Late imagin'd in point of Succession.
Great Ladies at Court
That make Profit their Sport,
When lucky at Ombre or Bassett,
Who in Benefits swim,
So well I can trim,
To wish much Good do her that has it.
Old Dames boasting youth
Without e'er a tooth,
And Beaus, that have Breaths that can Purge ye
In short, a meer Ape
That's a Layman shall 'scape,
But I wont part so fair with the Clergy.
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