The CONDEMNATION
OF
WHIG and TORY.
I am neither Whig nor Tory,
But a Subject truly Loyal,
As youll see by whats before yee;
Who still does pray for the Royal
C.R.
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SIrs, Whats the matter? s all the World grown mad?
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Or ist our Isle alone, that with this sad
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Distemper is possessd? Surely we,
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Our Stately Bedlam built by Prophesie:
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To two Extreams we all do madly run;
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And Moderation (which should heal us) shun.
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Better it were, both th Tories and the Whiggs,
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Had spent their time in whipping Tops and Giggs,
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Than thus disturb our Peace, make such a stir,
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For and against a Popish Successor;
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When God knows whether it be so or no;
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Or if it be, can change him from a Foe
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To our Religion, make him a Faithful Friend,
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And Zealous Protestant before his End;
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Or if we have not Faith enough to hope
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For his Redemption from the French and Pope.
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Yet God can us preserve from all our Fears,
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By adding many more to Charles his Years;
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Who (Thanks to Heaven) yet does fill the Throne,
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And may do (till Romes Downfall) if my own,
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And other Prayers be heard, who daily cry
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For Heavens Blessings on His Majesty;
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Fors long and happy Reign, and twould become
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Others to do so, rather than beat the Drum,
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And noise abroad their Fears, distract the Rout,
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And kindle Flames they know not to put out;
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Provoke His Majesty, and all because
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They cannot have their Will oth King and Laws;
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And therefore rob him of his Peoples Hearts,
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(Its Felony, Ill provt whoever starts)
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His Right to thems undoubted, theyre his Store,
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His Strength, his Wealth, who steals them, makes him poor.
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Does wrong him more than he that takes your Purse
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Wrongs you, or he that fairly steals your Horse.
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But there are others whom I must not spare,
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Who contribute (at least) as large a Share
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To our Distractions, and while they pretend
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To greater Loyalty than others, bend
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Their Wits, their Actions, Pens, their Tongues and Lips,
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The Splendor of our Sovereign to eclipse,
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By crying up the High-born Prince, his Brother,
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As if the World, nor we had such another,
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When (Thanks to Heaven) we have the Elder Brother.
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Him they extol, of him all places ring,
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Theyl scarce allows to cry God save the King.
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Drink but the Kings Health, before tis half gone round,
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Th other must follow, and must all confound
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That take it not, or they must drink, or die,
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Or fly the place, or fight the Company.
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Such their Devotion is to th Rising Sun,
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They cannot stay untill our day be done.
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But hold, bold Wights, too forwardly you run,
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Our Sun shines bright, ands little past its Noon;
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We hope to bask still in his warmer Beams,
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And when toward Evening he casts larger Streams,
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To rest our selves under the quiet Shade,
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His happy Government for us has made.
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I hate to see him jostled from his Throne,
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Or in it either, bet by more or one,
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That seek to eclipse his Glory, drown his Name,
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With the loud Noises of the growing Fame
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Of James the Second, a Prince whom I admire;
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But still Great Charles his Name must sound the higher.
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It grieves and vexes too, sometime to a Rage,
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To hear him treated, as going off the Stage,
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As if his Work were ore, his Race were run,
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And only gazd at, as the Setting Sun.
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And though hes sprightly, strong, sound, brisk and brave,
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Yet theyll needs have it, hes one Foot ith Grave.
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All to call off the Peoples Hearts and Eyes,
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From him to th Sun they look should next arise.
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But Heaven will disappoint their Hopes, I trust,
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By blessing Charles with a Long Reign and Just,
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Removing Jealousies and causless Fears,
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Both from his Commons and his Loyal Peers,
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Creating mutual Confidence in both,
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The want of which has causd (Im very loath
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To say) how many Mischiefs, and how great
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Id rather try to find out a Receipt,
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To cure our Ills, theyre only to repeat.
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The while the World stands we can neer expect,
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From a prevailing Party, Faction, Sect;
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But from an Union of True Protestants,
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(And Oh, tis that our Kingdom Chiefly wants)
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And a right Understanding twixt our King,
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And all his Faithful Subjects, who do bring
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Hearts full of Loyalty, and Zeal to serve
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Him, and their Country, and both to preserve.
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And when he calls, may he a Parliament
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As ready find, to own confess, repent
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Th unkindnes, rashness of some Votes that past
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The lower House: As forward yet at last
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To treat their Royal Sovereign with all true
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Reverence and Obedience which is due
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To Sacred Majesty; t accept, embrace
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His Royal Offers (made with so much Grace)
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To joyn with them in whatsoever shall
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Be thought effectual to secure us all,
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Against, alas, our too just Fears of Rome,
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Both at the present, and for time to come.
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(One thing excepted only) and lett still
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Excepted be for me, while those that will
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Approve themselves good Patriots, do betake
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Themselves to find Expedients, or to make
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Such into Acts, as by his Majesty,
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In a late Speech was laid before their Eye,
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As means effectual thought, for to restrain
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Papists and Popery breaking in again.
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But let not be forgot then due Supplies,
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T enable him to succor his Allies.
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(Who must a Prey be to th devouring Bands
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Of the proud French, less rescud by his Hands;)
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And to restore the Grandeur of his Court,
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Enable him to relieve those resort
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To him for Shelter, who do hither fly,
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To shun the Cruelties of Popery.
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To maintain his Right, and Honor of the Seas,
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Curb the Insulting Pirates that dis-ease
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And plague our Merchants evn as they please.
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Nay, let him know when youve been very kind,
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The rest, ins Peoples Purses thats behind,
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S ready ats Call, to defend him ands Isles,
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From French, Turk, Pope, Papists, and all their Wiles,
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That Popery neer enter here agen,
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And let the People cry Amen, Amen.
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