AN ANSWER
TO THE
PACKET of ADVICE.
To the Tune of, Packintons-Pound .
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I.
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YOur scandalous Lies I with patience have read;
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And condemn every Article that you have said:
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Must the French K- your Subject for Satyr be made,
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And great J --- in Jack-Adam 's Coat be arrai'd.
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If his Q---- goes to Rut,
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Is She therefore a Slut;
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Poor Women oft times to great Hardships are put.
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And if Lewis did send the good K---- on one side,
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Yet you're Saucy to guess what he did with his Bride.
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II.
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To his most Loyal Subjects, and best of his Lands,
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Now England and Scotland have shook off his Bands:
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To the first Royal Seat of his unquestion'd Line;
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Which makes him so much to the Irish incline:
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To that long promis'd Place,
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Unto him and his Race;
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Where he represents Lewis 's Majesty's Grace.
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He is safely retir'd, and there gloriously Rules,
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By a lineal Descent from the House of La-F----s .
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III.
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His Clemency, Conduct, and Pity was shown,
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When with Patience so long he did wait for a Crown:
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The Mirror of Subjects and Brothers he liv'd;
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Remember how much for that Monarch he griev'd:
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How unwilling to Reign,
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How he wish'd him again;
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Though I own all the while, he was sure 'twas in vain.
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To which let me add his Indulgence ith' West,
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And the Devil 's in the Dice if all that was in Jest.
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IV.
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The Tryals and Turmoyls that good Man endur'd,
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Which by Church-men and States-men was daily procur'd.
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What Strivings had he to bring Business about,
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By puting in Papists and Protestants out.
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With what Vigor he try'd,
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To bring all to his Side,
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Till that damnable closetting Trick was discry'd.
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And if Parliament had but done as commanded,
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The French-men instead of the Dutch should have landed.
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V.
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His Delight from the Cradle was ever in Armes,
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As his Consorts has been in dissusing her Charms:
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What a Bustle was here with the Nuntio ere while,
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Because she upon him would constantly smile:
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Suppose she did more,
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You held not the Dore,
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'Tis but Justice sometimes to pay off an old Score:
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For I know't by Experience, when Husbands do fail,
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That a slender Temptation will easily prevail.
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VI.
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'Tis plain 'gainst his Highness of W ----s is your Spite,
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But pray mark the End, and see what you'll get by't.
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There are Rods laid in Piss for the best of you all,
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When the plaguy young Urchin comes back to W --Hall
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He's a Limb of his Dam,
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Though you call it a Sham;
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The Church cannot Err, nor believe in a Flam:
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Was not all the Contrivance on't printed at large,
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By his M-----s Order, and at his own Charge.
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VII.
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But beware your Lampooning, your Satyr and Scandal,
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There are those in the World will you plaguily handle,
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When'e one K. shall hear what a monster yo've made him,
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And the other shall know what it is has betray'd him.
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When the Q ---- shall behold,
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All her Vertues Re-told;
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I cannot but laugh, to think how she will scold.
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At the best she's a Fury, but when in a Passion,
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Uds Nouns, she's enough to confound a whole Nation.
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