Whilst CHARLES Survives, and Mighty Britain stands
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Defying all their Heads, and all their Hands.
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And London firm in Loyalty and Zeal
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Gives such Blest Voices for the Publique Weal.
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London! That shall in after-times become
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Fatal (beyond what Carthage wishd) to Rome.
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Me-thinks I see an Universal Smile,
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And Beams of Joy spread through our Tripple Isle:
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Me-thinks I see with what a Generous Scorn
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The Wheadling Make-bates hopes were over-born,
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Whilst General Echos through the Hall did sound
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For Clayton, Player, Love, and Pilkington.
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The Thames with nimble Ebbs hastens to bear
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The News to Neptunes Court, who with due care
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Sends some bold English Tributary Wave,
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That with the Tydings Tybur shall Out-brave.
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Hush then, dull Libellers! whose Croaking Noise
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Proclaims you Egypts Vermine by your Voice:
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That Atheist Ruffian, with his Hue and Cry,
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Drunk, as hes wont, in his Old Goal may lye;
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Whilst Peter Dulman shakes his empty Skull,
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And Vomits Slanders a whole Green-Bag full.
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Forgive me, Worthies! That I here should Name
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These viler Insects nibbling at your Fame.
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To do well, and Hear Ill is Vertues Fate;
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You now are calld to a Sublimer State,
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Push on their Envy, and disdain their Hate.
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In that Great Senate where you are to go,
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No Interest but your Kings and Nations know.
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Act like yourselves, Act as yourselves have done,
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Fear not the Malice of a Sawcy Tongue
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Set, like some Clocks, on purpose to go wrong.
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Think on your Charge, which under God, controuls
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The Fate of many hundred thousand Souls.
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Act so for King and Countrey, that you may
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Be ever thought as Worthy as to Day.
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