Toney's Soliloquies.
To the Tune of Dagons Fall. Or the Lamentation of a Bad Market.
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WHen the Plot I first invented, I was ravisht in conceit,
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To see its Frame so well cemented, Varnish'd over with Deceit.
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It was an Infant of my Spirit, Nay, the Darling of my Soul,
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If its contrivance be a Merit, By Jove the C---er did well Boul.
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II.
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For to give this Engine Motion, To arrive where it did tend,
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I fill'd the Vulgar ears with 'Notions, and Gospel of my Oaten Friend;
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I antedated all Transactions, Distinguisht Stiles of New and Old,
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In the State I made such Fractions; Some I Bought, and some I Sold.
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III.
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The Mobile I so distemper'd, With the Magick of my Care,
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None but wou'd his Soul have ventur'd, Where brave Tony bore a Share;
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Have I not in Abomination Held the Miter and Lawn Sleeves,
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And Itcht at a second Sequestration, To pull down such Ghostly Theeves.
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IV.
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Have I not Taught the Sanhedrim to Imperate, and not Obey?
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Th'had Genuflections done to them, which men to Crowned Heads do pay.
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Then would I Barter for Repeal o'th' Five and Thirtieth of Q. Bess,
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To make a way for a Commonweal, (the Centre of our Happiness.)
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V.
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How many hot and high Debates, in favour of th' Exclusive Bill,
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I bandy'd twixt the two Estates, th'effects of my depraved will!)
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By Subornation, to the Block I brought, a Loyal Noble Peer;
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And trusted others to that Lock, which cost my Buck and me so dear.
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VI.
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In fine, poor prefligated Wretch, for to indulge my Minion Spight,
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My Seared Conscience I did stretch, and did Old Rowleys Guards Indict.
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I did espouse all Wickedness, and only lov'd what's purely Evil;
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In that alone was my excess; Then take thy own Associate, Devil.
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