PACKINGTONS
POUND.
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I.
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WHen the Joy of all hearts, and desire of all eyes,
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In whom our chief Refuge, and Confidence lies,
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The Protestant Bulwark against all Dispair,
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Has deprivd us at once, of her Self, and her Heir:
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That hopeful Young Thing
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Begot by a King,
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And a Queen, whose Perfections ore all the world ring.
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A Father whose Courage no Mortal can daunt,
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And a Mother whose Virtue no Scandal can taint.
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II.
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When Wide-mouth resignd up the Purse and the Mace,
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Whose impudent Arrogance gaind him the place:
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When, like Lucifer, thrown from the height of his Pride,
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And the Knot of his Villanys strangely untyd.
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From the Chancery Bawling,
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He turns a Tarpaulin,
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Men will catch at anything when they are falling:
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But to hasten his Fate, before he coud scour,
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He was takn at Wapping, and sent to the Towr.
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III.
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When Confessor Petres did yield up the Game,
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and provd to the worst of Religion a shame,
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When his cheating no more on our Reason prevails,
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But is blasted like that of his true Prince of W-----s,
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Which was his Contrivance,
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And Fryars Connivance,
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To establish the Papists, and Protestants drive hence:
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But their Cobweb Conception is brought to the Test,
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And the coming of ORANGE has quite spoild the Jest.
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IV.
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When an Old Cuff was Noted for all that is ill,
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Was urgd by his Wife to the making his Will;
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At the hearing which words, he did stare, foam and roar,
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Then broke out in Cursing, and calling her Whore.
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And for Two Hours at least
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His Tongue never ceast,
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He raild on Religion, and damnd the poor Priest,
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And his Friends, who had hope to behold him expire,
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Are afraid by this Bout they shall lose their desire.
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V.
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A young Hero was famd in this great Expedition,
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Not for going to War, but obtaining Commission;
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Its no Mystery to me, if his Courage did fail,
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When great Polititians were apt to turn Tail:
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So that if he took Flight,
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With his Betters by Night,
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I am apt to believe the pert Spark was i th right:
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For the Papists that Maxim do everywhere hold,
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To be forward in Boasting, in Courage less Bold.
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VI.
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Nor shoud Jesuits, Fryars, such Papishes throng,
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But each in due place have their Attributes sung.
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Yet since tis believd by the strange turn of Times,
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Theyl be calld to account for their Treasonable Cr[imes]
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While the Damnd Popish Plot,
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Is not yet quite forgot,
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For which a great Peer went justly to pot:
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And to their great comfort Ile make it appear,
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Who gave them their Freedom shall suffer severe.
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VII.
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Another true Trout to the Bishops and Laws,
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As the Devil woud have it, espousd the wrong Ca[use]
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Now loathd by the Commons, and scornd by the [?]
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His Patent for Honour, in pieces he tears.
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Both our Brittains are Foold,
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Who the Laws Over-ruld,
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And next Parliament each, will be plaguly Schoold
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Then try if your Cunning can find out a Flaw,
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To preserve you from Judgement according to Law
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VIII.
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The Kentish Knights Actions I shall not repeat,
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Till by Axe, or by Halter, his Life he compleat;
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P---s History shall be related by Nobb,
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Who has venturd his Neck for a Snack in the Jobb
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All their Priests and Confessors,
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With their dumb Idol-Dressers,
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Shall meet that Reward which is due to Transgres[sors]
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May the Protestant people this Land long inherit,
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Then ORANGE shall reap the Reward of his Me[rit]
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