THE Dyet of
POLAND,
A SATYR. CONSIDER'D
Paragraph
by
Paragraph.
To which is added A
Key
to the whole, with the Names of the
Author,
and the
Nobility
and
Gentry,
that are Scandalously Pointed at, in it.
Rode Caper vitem, tamen hinc cum stabis ad Aras,
In tua quod fundi Cornua possit, erit,
Ovid:
LONDON,
Printed: And Sold by
Ben. Bragg,
at the
Blue-Ball
in
Ave-Mary-Lane,
in the Year, 1705.
THE PREFACE.
AS
Poland
lyes almost in the same Latitude with
England,
so the Character the Poet has here given of the
Poles,
seems so exactly to match what some ill-natur'd People have said of some in
Enland,
that he easily foresees this Censorious Age will be apt to mis-judge him, as if he had some Oblique Meaning, and that this was a
Satyr
levell'd at some People nearer Home
han the Castle of
Warsaw.
To foresee an Accident and not endeavour to be prepar'd against it, is a Piece of Policy peculiar to an Author that sets up
To Reform the Errors
of
Petty Statsmen
three times a week to no Purpose; and it adds very much to a Malefactor's Conviction to be guilty of a Willful Crime. Wherefore He had better, either to have kept his
Foresight
to himself, or stifled his
Poem
before he had sent it abroad, to the Great Abuse of
imself, and the Patriots he has taken the Freedom to Characte
. As for his Skill in Poetry, if it was no better than his Knowledge in Geography, He might have spar'd the Trouble of a
Preface to the Reader,
since there is so great a Difference between
London
and
Warsaw
in their Latitude, that
he first is
Lon. 18. 36. Lat. 51. 32.
the last
Lon. 42. 5. Lat. 52. 7.
But the Author humbly hopes all such
Inuendo-Men
will consider, that as they can have no Reason to Think so, but
Similitude
of Characters, so no Conjectures of theirs, ought to pre-judge his meaning, in which he demands to be left to himself, and expects to be understood in the following Poem as he
Speaks,
not as every prejudic'd Man may imagine he
meant.
How any Man can
humbly hope,
that has the Arrogance to say, He can be charg'd with nothing but similitude of Characters, is beyoud the
Reach
of my Ʋ nderstanding, and if he has not done by the Gentlemen whom he has Injuriously treated, as well as those whose Reputation is blasted with his Commendation, as if he had actually written down their Christian and Sir Names in Capital Letters, then I have no claim to any such Thing as Common Apprehension.
If any are so Weak to tell us, That
Smithfield
and
Cheapside,
cannot be meant of
Poland,
the Author presumes to ask such People, if ever they have been at
Warsaw;
and, if they have, and don't know that there is both a
Smithfield
and a
Cheapside,
as well as a
May-Fair;
and a
Bear-Garden,
he is sorry for their Heads, and desires them to step thither again to Reform their Memories.
Poland
may have Places put to the same uses as
Smithfield
and
Cheapside,
and Fairs and Bear-gardens may be in Request there; but it is none of his business, to bring
English
Transactions upon the
Polish
Theatre. And any Man of Compassion has very great Reason to be sorry for
his Head,
who thinks to conceal what was Printed near
Bartholomew-Close,
under the sorry Artifice of an Impression from
Dantzick.
But suppose there are not places call'd directly by those Names, if there are places apply'd to the same Uses, what has any Body to question the Allegories? A poor Author must never Write at all, if he is not at Liberty to chose His
Metaphors,
and all the rest of the necessary Figures of Speech to help out his Expression.
He has forgot his Tryal at the
Old-Baily
for writing
The Shortest Way with the Dissenters,
or He would never insist upon an Author's Liberty to chuse what Metaphors He thinks fit; for, though He did not pay so dearly for his Beloved
Ironies
as he deserv'd, yet the Sentence then pass'd on Him by the
Bench
might have had such an Effect upon his Temper, as not to make him
uneasie,
but when he was
breaking through
the Bonds, he was engag'd in to the Government, in being tyed up to his Good Behaviour.
If 'tis alledg'd that there is too great an Affinity in the Story.—He Answers, If that be True, he is sorry for it; but at the same time he Hopes not, and the matter of Fact ought to be prov'd, before he stands Censur'd for Calumny.
Though the Character of the Persons his Satyr points at are False and Malicious, yet they bear so near a Resemblance to what is said of them by their Enemies of the
Dissenting Party,
that the Scandal is fix'd beyond an Excuse, and ought to be Ammadverted upon with the utmost severity, unless the Gentlemen in Power close with the Libeller, and fling off all Deference and Respect for the Memories of their Predecessors.
'Tis very hard that a Man cannot Write of the Follies of other Nations, but People will be always comparing them with their own. One would ha' Thought the Author had Travell'd far enough to find out Histories and odd Passages to divert us; but if neither
China, Poland,
nor the Inhabitants of the
Moon
will protect Folks from being Hang'd, as the
Frenchmen
said,
for Tinking,
go on, Gentlemen, and if the
Cap
fits any Body let 'em wear it. You are Welcome to say these
Polish
Grandees represent
Englishmen,
but look to it,
ye Sons of Censure,
that can Swear to a Man's Meaning, and know his Inside without the help of his Outside: For if the People your Profoundity pretends to describe, are Affronted, the Action of Slander lyes against You, and not the Anthor. In the Writing 'tis a Poem, you, in the Reading, turn it into a Libel, and you merit the Punishment for the Metamorphosis.
An ingennous Confession of the Author, who would be thought to take the Pains of Concealing himself.
If neither
China, Poland,
nor the Inhabitants of the Moon will protect Folks from being Hang'd,
&c. Your Humble Servant Mr.
Daniel Foe!
you might as well have given us your Name at Large, for every one knows who wrote the
Consolidator;
and as to your
Meaning,
they must be Men of profound Stupidity indeed, that cannot find it out by your Gaping, you are so Intelligible your self, amongst your want of understanding. So that the Scandal will be laid at your Door who made it a
Libel,
not at your Readers, who finds it as such.
Perhaps there is a sort of Affinity among the Vitious part of Mankind in all Countries and Climates; and the Author Doubts not he should have run the same Risque of Misconstruction, had he Wrote this at
Paris
as at
London,
that he should have been summon'd before the Court
of Honour
for Libelling the Princes
of the Blood,
the
Sorbonne,
or the
Councellors of Parliament:
'tis very hard it should
there, and here too.
Had such a Piece of Scurrility dar'd to show its Face at
Paris,
the Author of it would scarce have had his Heels at
during Life, and if some People whom it concerns
of this nature, would but perform those Duties
to the Well being of the Government, He may chance to meet with none of the Civilest Treatment in
London
for his Impudence; since no Term can be too opprobri
thinks no Appellation Bitter enough against
Direct
rs of the Publ
k Affairs, who act contrary to the Methods
prescribe to them.
Since then this is the Fate of Authors, and he must expect it, he Submits, but desires however, that these Unchristian Censurers will take this along with them, and so make a Vertue of their want of Charity. That where-ever the Similitude of Character pinches them too close, they would prevent the Severity of the Application, by Reforming the Likeness; the Satyr wou'd then have the desired Effect,
viz.
By drawing the Imaginary Picture of Outlandish Devels, really Transform our own.
The Fate of an Author that casts such a Reproach on the Church and Government Establish'd, ought not to terminate in a
Scotch Casement;
but He, that has offer'd up a
Hymn
to the Pillory, and made it clap its wooden Wings for Joy, at the Reception of its new Tenant, would not be much lamented if the Three Leg'd Tree, a Mile and a half out of Town, should pay Him the same Compliment: Since it is not his Reader's
want
of Charity, but his own, that renders him Criminal.
Nor do I apprehend the World will be less Solicitous about who is the Author of this: Some perhaps will guess one, some another; and the
Hawkers,
they tell me, will according to Custom, Cry it about the street in the famous Name of
Daniell de Foe.
And tho' they might as well Guess it was Wrote by the Man in the
Moon,
yet I am content, He, or any body else should go away with the Credit of it. 'Tis enough that I am out of the Reach of the
Polish
Resentments, and cannot be Prosecuted by the
Cardinal
Primate, most of the Persons here toucht at being his Friends, and all of them in his Interest; and as for the World they may do their Worst.
I am their Ʋ nconcerned Humble Servant,
Anglipoloski,
Of Luthuania.
When an Outrage is committed, it is but natural to be in Quest of the Person that caus'd it; and it will not be difficult,
without the assistance of the Hawkers,
who are more at his Service than his
Handmaids
the
Nine Muses,
to find that this Label is not, without sufficient Grounds for so doing, charg'd with a Name those Prophane Throats are incessantly piercing our Ears with. Which may prove his
being out of the Reach of the
Polish
Resentments,
to be a more Chimara and false suggestion; for though the Ecclesiastical Authority may not take him to Task, He may be grinded to Powder by the Secular Arm, which he must own himself obnoxious to, notwithstanding his Borrow'd Name of
Anglipoloski.
THE Dyet of
Poland
A SATYR,
&c.
IN Northern Climes where furious Tempests blow,
And Men more furious raise worse Storms below,
At Nature's Elbow, distant and remote,
Happy for
Europe
had she been forgot,
The World's
Proboscis,
near the Globe's Extremes,
For barb'rous Menrenown'd, and barb'rous Names,
There
Poland
lies, too much her Maker's Care,
And shares the mod'rate Blessings of the Air,
Just as far off from Heaven as we are here.
Those must be Furious Men indeed that can out-Bluster
Boreas,
and how any thing can be at
Natures Elbow,
and yet
Distant
and
Remote
at the same time, requires the Nicest Determination. Natures
Backside
would have done as well every Jot, but it's a
Paw Word,
as the Observator tells his Countryman
Roger,
and must be flung aside for being Uncourtly. The
World's Proboscis
too is altogether New, and just minted, why not
Great Toe
as well, for he that gave the World a Nose, gave it likewise Feet to Stand upon, or it's Creation would be imperfect?
Under the Artick Circle of the Sky,
Where Vertues Streams run Low, and Nature's High,
For Heat of Clime too far, of Blood too nigh:
Temper'd for Plenty, plenteously supply'd
With Men advanc'd in ev'ry Grace
but Pride.
A mighty Nation throngs the groaning Land,
Rude as the Climate, num'rous as the Sand:
Uncommon monstrous
Vertues
they possess,
Strange odd prepostrous
Polish
Qualities;
Mysterious Contraties they reconcile,
The
Pleasing Frown
and the
Destroying Smile;
Precisely gay, and most absurdly grave,
Most
humbly high,
and
barbarously brave;
Debauch'dly Civil,
and
Prophanely Good,
And fill'd with
Gen'rous
brave
Ingratitude;
By
Boun
y Disoblig'd,
by
Hatred won,
Bold in their Danger, Cowards when 'tis gone;
To their own Ruin they're the only Tools,
Wary of Knaves, and easily chous'd by Fools;
Profoundly empty,
yet
declar'dly wise,
And fond of blind Impossibilities;
Swess d with Conceit,
they boast of all they do,
First praise themselves, than think that Praise their Due;
So fond of flatt'ring Words, so vain in Pride,
The World
Mock's
them, and they the World
Deride:
Value themselves upon their Nations Merit,
In Spight of all the Vices they inherit;
So wedded to the Country where they dwell,
They think that's Heav'n, and all the World s a Hell.
Their frozen
Vistula
they'd not forgo
For fruitful
Danube,
or the flow'ry
Po.
Rapid
Boristhenes
delights them more
Than pearly Streams, or a
Peruvian
Shore:
And
Russian Dwina
dwells upon their Song,
Hurried by barb'rous Steeps and Hills, and pusht along.
He must be well Read in Natural Philosophy, that makes
Natures Streams
run higher Northwardly, and in the Coldest Climates, th
n in those that are many Degrees nearer to the Sun, as the Western Parts,
&c.
And since He has given Nature an
Elbow,
does very
Poetically,
as well as
Modestly,
in describing Her,
more Virginum,
to make Water by the means of that Instrument; for it is not to be imagin'd whence Her Streams Issue unless from thence. That
Pride
is a
Grace
is likewise Wonderfully Novel, and how they can
want
that
Grace
when in the same Paragraph they are
Swell'd with Conceit;
and be
va
in Pride
is a Riddle requires an
Oedipus
to explain it. Neither are the two last Lines the most sensible Mr.
Foe
has written in his Life, though they are very Musical to the Ear; for it's a Manifest Contradiction to make the
Dwina dwell upon their Song,
which is an Act of Stagnation, at the same Time, it is
Hurried, i. e. Precipitated and push'd along by Barbarous Steeps and Hills.
The Land too happy would the People bless,
Could they agree to know their Happiness;
Nature with very liberal Hand supplies
Her Situation-Insufficiencies:
The temperate Influence revolves of Course,
And Spite of Climate Nature works by Force.
The bounteous Spring the Winters Wast repairs,
And make the World grow young in spight of Years.
The fruitful Earth uncommon Freedom shows,
And foreign Wealth by foreign Commerce flows.
Now Dame Nature makes use of Her
Hand
as well as her
Elbow,
and gives amends for Her
Situation Insufficiencies.
But how
so?
The
Climate was Temper'd for Plenty,
in the Second Paragraph, and now its so far from it, that Nature is forc'd to Interpose, and Act as we do
Unnaturaly,
by Forcing the Growth of Plants,
&c.
by Hot Beds. For my Part it never Enter'd into my Noddle how
Nature
could work by
Force,
till this Author gave it me in the Affirmative.
But Peopl'd with a hard'ned Thankless Race,
Whose Crimes add Horror to the milder Place,
The Bounties by indulgent Heav'n bestow'd
Corrode the Mischief, and debauch the Blood.
That Native Fierceness which in Christian Lands
Makes Heroes, and their Poets Praise commands,
Here is a Vice, which rankles up to
Fewd,
And nourishes the Gust of vile Ingratitude.
Pride, Plenty's Hand-maid, deeply taints their Blood,
And Seeds of Faction mix the Crimson Flood.
Eternal Discords brood upon the Soil,
And universal Strifes the State embroil.
In every Family the Temper reigns,
In every Action Seed of Gall remains.
The very Laws of Peace create Dispute,
And makes them quarrel who shall execute.
Their valu'd Constitutions are so lame,
That Governing they Governments inflame.
Wild Aristocracy torments the State,
And People their own Miseries create.
To
Corrode a Mischief,
is in my Sense to lessen it, which is far from having any Analogy to
Debauching the Blood,
that is to encrease it; and then again to say, that Native Fierceness which makes Heroes and Poets in Christian Countries, here tis a Vice, and Rankles up to Few'd is false Grammar, with Reverence to his Dictatorship, who sets up for the Difficult Resolver, and impropriety Fi
der among the Class of Authors. Besides my Historians tell me, though they are not of
the Leyden Edition, and Printed cum Notis Variorum,
That
Poland
is a
Christian
Country which He seems not to allow here.
In vain has Heav'n its choicer Gifts bestow'd,
And strives in vain to do
a Willful
Nation Good:
Such is the Peoples Folly, such their Fate,
As all Decrees of Peace anticipate.
Immortal Jarrs in ev'ry Class appear,
Conceiv'd in Strife, and Nurs'd to Civil War,
To make
Heaven strive in Vain,
looks also a little Impious, in an Author of this Gentleman's Pretences to Religion; and to let it be
Anticipated in its Decrees of Peace,
can fall under no other Apellation than that of Blasphemy.
Such,
Poland,
is thy People, such thy Name,
Yet still thy Sons our Panegyricks claim,
Because their partial Genius is inclin'd
To think they merit more than all Mankind.
That is, such is thy People
Poland,
and such thy Name,
i. e. Poland.
And what of all this, where's the harm of
Poland's
being call'd
Poland?
A Spade's a Spade, and a Bandbox will be a Bandbox to the end of the Chapter, yet still they Love Praise, and who does not? As the Vice-Chancellor, who anfwer'd a Master of Arts, that gave in for his Reasons of denying a certain Scholar his Degree, that
He Lov'd a Girl,
by the known Response of
Quis non?
What Man is without a Natural Affection to a Pritty Females.
Imaginary Happiness will do
For near as many Uses as the true:
And if the
Poles
in their own Plagues delight,
Wise Heaven's too just to let them thrive in Spight.
His Philosophy is none of the Best, whatever the Cadence of his Poetry is; for that Imaginary Happiness can serve for near as many uses as True, neither
Aristotle
or
des Cartes
has yet laid down for an Axiom in Ethicks.
Great
Sobieski
had their Crown obtain'd,
With steady Glory thirthen Years he Reign'd,
And none,
but who some Mischief meant,
complain'd.
His Conqu'ring Sword made all Men think it fit,
That he who sav'd the Land should Govern it.
The Field of Battle he had first possest,
By Sixty Thousand slaughter'd
Turks
confest.
The fatten'd Frontiers felt the reeking Flood,
And dy'd the Soil with
Asiatick
Blood.
The weeping
Neister
half the Host receives,
Hurries them down to darker
Euxine
Graves:
And
Mahomet
's insulting Banners lay
Beneath the Cross, his Valour's easie Prey.
Now he begins to fall into Particulars, and by Great
Sobieski
must be meant
K. W,
who Reign'd over us Thirteen Years, and who Conquer'd
Ireland
in Person and by his Generals, after the Loss of Sixty Thousand
French
and
Irish
that sided with the Unfortunate King
James.
With mild and gentle, but with steady Hand,
He rather led than rul'd th' uneasie Land.
Fill'd with Important Cares, he saw their Fate,
And all the growing Mischiefs their own Feuds create;
Which made him less repine, and less deplore
To quit the Crown with such Concern he wore.
He rather Led than Rul'd.
Very pritty truly, and Emphaticaly! That is, He seem'd rather a Captain than a King.
Dux suit non Rex:
As if Leading an Army was not to Rule it.
Tell us, ye Sons of Policy and Fraud,
Whose vast Intrigues your selves alone applaud;
Who always plot too deep, and soar too high,
And Damn the Nations Peace you know not why.
What ail'd the
Poles,
with Peace and Plenty blest,
To change for Years of Blood, their Days of Rest?
Describe the Men of Avarice and Pride,
With all Ambition's dark Disguise array'd;
How, for the Nation's Liberty, they Cant,
Till those
they say abuse it
they supplant,
And then the mock pretended Sham lay by,
Pleas'd with the Profits of Authority.
He might have spar'd himself the Question of
what ail'd the Poles, &c.
when if he would but have look'd into the Partition Treaty which was Sign'd and brought about by a Minister of State He now professes so great a Regard for, he had been satisfied without an Enquiry; and if he would fasten upon any one of the Country Party, for taking of Places, after they had rail'd at Men in Offices; we can give him two of the C—side,
&c.
for one, without any more to do by way of Exchange, If D— and H— are sufficient to ballance Accounts with him.
Statesmen are Gamesters, Sharp and Trick's the Play,
Kings are but Cullies, wheedl'd in to Pay;
The Courtiers Foot-balls, kick'd from one to one,
Are always Cheated, oftentimes Undone;
Besieg'd with Flatt'ry, false Report, and Lies,
And sooth'd with Schemes of vast Absurdities.
The jangling Statesmen clash in their Designs,
Fraud fights with Fraud, and Craft to Craft inclines;
Stifly engage, quarrel, accuse and hate,
And strive
for leave
to help undo the Sate;
For all the strong Contention ends in this,
Who shall
the Pow'r of doing Ill
possess:
Envy and Strife are only rais'd so high,
Because a Man's a greater Knave than I:
But if I can his Place and Wealth succeed,
He rails of Course, and I'm the Knave indeed.
Places and Pensions are the
Polish
Spoil
Will all sides please, and all sides reconcile.
'Tis natural to all the Sons of Men,
To
Rail
and
Plot
when out, be
Quiet
in.
If all the Strife and Contention for Offices and Places of Trust, be for obtaining the
Power of doing Ill,
then those in Authority must of Consequence
do Ill.
Which is but an odd Compliment to the Present Administration, and takes off very much from the Character he bestow's upon the
L— H— T—
and Mr.
S—t—y— H—y
under the Names of
Casimir
and the
Dyets Marshall.
And if Kings are
Cully's, Foot-Balls,
and
Wheedled into Pay
he has done
Augustus
no Manner of Service in giving him that Inglorious Title. And here I cannot agree with some People who will have
Augustus
to be the Type of
Q— A—
for an Author could not be so unmannerly as to Represent a Fortunate Princess, and Immoveable in Her Principles by the Name of one who has not only Chang'd his Religion for a Crown, but has Ruin'd his Hereditary Dominions, being as it were under a State of Exile at this Juncture. But Authors are Inscrutable in their Reasons, and I leave him to explain himself on this Head, to such as he shall think fit to Impart the Secret to.
Long had Divided
Poland
felt the Smart
Of vast Intrigues and Politicians Art:
As many Men of Character and Blood,
So many Thieves about the Scepter stood;
As many Gifts th' Exhausted Prince could give,
So many Friends he only seem'd to have:
The craving Wretches hung about the Throne,
He gave them all the Nation's Wealth, and all his own.
That
There were Thieves about the Throne
in the Late Reign we'll not dispute; but he that has been so Free with the Names of such as have shar'd in the Direction of Publick Affairs in this, might have given us theirs, had they not been his particular Friends and Favoureits. I never heard the Prince he reflects upon, gave away all his Wealth to these
Craving Wretches,
if he had, there had been no Dispute between the King of
Prussia
and Prince of
Friez land,
about the Immense Riches he left behind Him.
Not all the Conquer'd Lands the
Turk
resign'd,
Not all the World, had he the World obtain'd,
Wou'd their insatiate Avarice suffice,
Supply their Hands, or satisfie their Eyes;
Who shall unhappy sinking
Poland
save,
What Gifts can close the Hands that always crave,
Unsatisfi'd as Death, and greedy as the Grave?
At every just Refusal Discontent,
And rave
for want of Bribes
at Government.
The
Turk
that is K.
J.
who
Abdicated
—What a Respectful Title does he give Her Majesty's Royal Father? and
suffice their Avarice,
is a Peculiarity of Phrase I never heard of before. But this I have to say for him, when he turns Plagiary, he makes bold with his own Works, as thinking nothing that belongs to others worthy of being taken from them, but their Reputations; Witness
Unsatisfied as Death, and Greedy as the Grave,
which are applyed to the
Saints
Favourite Sir
R— Cl—ton
in his Satyr call'd the Reformation.
The valiant
Sobieski
had bestow'd
Moldavian
Lands he conquer'd by his Sword.
He thought it just
that Province
to bestow
On those whose Valour helpt to make it so;
But all the wiser Men, who had no Share,
Against the Justice of the Gift declare,
Oblige the yielding Hero to recant,
And re-bestow the hasty envy'd Grant.
By
Moldavia
is meant
Ireland;
and if the Members of Parliament, whom he owns to be the
Wiser,
pass'd an Act for resuming the Grants of the forfeited Estates in that Kingdom, then he must allow himself to be false in his Character, when he speaks of them in another Style sometime after. And if the Grant was allow'd to be Hastily, they are not to be blam'd who considerately press'd His Late Majesty to
Re-bestow
it on the Publick.
But tell us, now, ye Men of
Polish
Wit,
How the
Moldavian
feels the formal Cheat;
Let
A—leski
reimburse the Bribes,
Ravisht to wrong, instate the
Polish
Tribes.
Let all the sham Conveyances appear,
The Phantosme Sales, and Fancy'd Purchaser.
Let some true Satyr all the Grievance lash
Lands without Title, Buyers without Cash.
Under the weighty Fraud
Moldavia
bleeds,
And private Cheat the publick Cheat succeeds,
Retrieving Laws by vast Designs Push'd on,
Cover Great
Sobieski
's Errors by their own.
Here he takes Matters upon Trust, by giving Credit to a few
Irish
Petitions. For the Parliament, if he means the Proceedings of the Trustees for the Forfeited Estates, since
A—leski, i. e.
Mr.
Annesly
was one in that Commission, have pass'd a Vote in their Favour, which is a sufficient Argument, that they
not Part with the Lands they were Impowr'd to sell to the Buyer, without Cash.
With all these Frauds and Feuds and Millions more,
Which rack'd the injur'd
Poles,
and kept them poor,
Wife
Sobieski,
with strong Cares opprest,
Dismiss'd the Throne
and chose to be at Rest;
Embroil'd he left them whom embroil'd he found,
And great
Augustus,
with his Pow'r's Enthron'd.
Dismiss'd the Throne,
may be an elegancy with him, but cannot with a Judicious Reader, who will Conclude Death Dismiss'd K.
W.
from the Throne; neither is it a very great Compliment to a King's Memory, whom he would play the
Panegyrist
upon, to affirm that he
left us Embroil'd;
since the World is not without People who make very Odd Reflections upon his
Last Will and Testament.
In vain the new Crown'd Monarch strives to please,
Or Cure th' Hereditary vile Disease.
In vain Confed'rates, with the Nations Friends,
In vain their Laws and Freedom he defends.
The Parties joyn, in Grand Cabals they meet
The Monarch's healing Projects to defeat;
Grasp at his Gifts, and share the high Reward,
But not his Honour or Commands regard.
Not Sacred Oaths can their Allegiance bind,
Farther than by their Int'rest they're inclin'd,
Prompted by Avarice and deep Revenge,
With Fawning Face, and awkward Zeal they Cringe;
But all
that can no Royal Bounty share,
Their factious Thoughts and strong Disgusts declare,
No Bounds their feign'd Alleg'ance can secure,
To Day they'll Swear,
to Morrow they'll Abjure.
Never did any Prince come to the Crown with a more general Satisfaction of the Party, he points at, than Her Majesty: and the very Persons he is so Lavish of his Invectives, against were those who rejoyc'd at the Turn of Affairs both in Church and State. As to their Endeavours to
defeat the Monarch's Healing Project,
they were such as advis'd it to be carryed on; and for
Swearing to Day and Abjuring to Morrow,
that Flies in the Face of the Pretenders to Moderation, equaly with theirs who seem realy dispos'd for it.
The Monarch willing to dissolve the Feud,
That spread too fast in their infected Blood,
Summons the General Dyet to appear,
The Nations and his own Demands to hear.
The Parliament was then sitting when Queen
Anne
Succeded to the Throne; so that she could not be said to call them together, having met before to consider of the Arduous Affairs of the Kingdom.
Satyr look back, Survey the Glorious Roll,
The Life of
Polish
Power, the Nations Soul,
Poland
's Collection, all the Peoples Breath,
The Monarch's Safety and the Tyrant's Death.
The Ancient Lords of the JAGELLAN Line,
Here in their representing Glory shine,
With Loyal Hearts, and strong Industrous Hands,
Ready to hear
Augustus
great Commands.
The ancient
Polish
Greatness to restore,
Assist with Council, and support with Power.
To say that the
Antient Lords of the Jagellan Line
(whose Titles were Hereditary doubtless)
Shine in their Representing Glory,
seems somewhat like an Absurdity; for our Accounts hitherto tell us, the House of Peers Constitute two Estates of Parliament, and the People of
England,
that is the Inferior Estate, are Represented by the Commons.
The Monarch's Safety, and the TYRANT'S DEATH,
Squints likewise at their Old Practice of Decollation, which the Party he is Advocate for, has no small Veneration for the Memory of, at their Cruel Festivals on the Anniversary of Her Majesty's Royal Grand-Fathers Martyrdom.
What tho' among th' Illustrious Troop there's found,
Some less Polite than some, and some unsounds.
The Devil among
the sacred Twelve
appear'd,
But Devils
once known
are no more to be fear'd;
The General Votes
to Loyalty encline,
And Mischief sinks beneath her own Design.
Satyr, if there's a
Pole
among the Tribes,
Less true than Truth it self,
'tis him
thy Verse describes.
The Devil under no Capacity is to be fear'd, but
God
whom the Scripture Exhorts us to the
Fear
of; and if he was to
describe
all that were
less True
than
Truth it self,
I question whether, if the whole Kingdom were to be Number'd, notwithstanding his boasted Perspicuity, he could find one: For God is
Truth it self,
and only the Divine Being worthy of that Attribute.
Here great
Taguski
first in Order came
Of bright unspotted, tho' suspected Fame.
Youth had supply'd his Head with Parent Wit,
In Judgment solid, and in Sense compleat;
The Muses him with early Garlands Crown'd,
Sublime in Verse, and in his Phrase profound;
Polite in Language, in his Satyr strong,
Yet kills with all the Softness of a Song:
To steady Justice all his Thoughts incline,
Faithful in Council, Able in Design;
Rais'd by due Merit to the highest Trust,
The
Captious Senate
own'd that Merit just.
What cannot high Exalted Vertue do?
He shows this strange unusual wonder true,
The Monarch s Fav'rite, and the Peoples too;
His Enemies to his just Praise submit,
Fly from his Satyr, and adore his Wit;
In vain they form Impolitick Designs,
Envy lies bury'd in her Deepest Mines.
For both Sides own this Character's his Due,
Always to
Poland
and
Augustus
true.
By the Character of
Taguski,
though it infinitely fall's short of him, we may perceive some Lineaments belonging to the
L— H—x,
whom he seems here to endeavour to describe, and bears no more Proportion to his Gigantick Merit, than a
Mouse
does to a
Mountain. Parent Wit,
is what also his
L—p
owes his no Thanks for, and
suspected Fame
is what he might have omitted, as well as
Phrase profound;
for I look upon
Profundity
to be an Epithet for the Judgment not the
Word,
which it is here applyed to. Besides he might have consider'd when he was delineating so Great a Judge in Poetry, not to call upon Satyr to describe him while he was endeavouring a Panegyrick upon his Undeniable Accomplishments. What he means by calling his
L—p
the
Monarch's Favourite
is unknown to me, and he would do the In
tive Part of the World a Kindness if he would explain himself upon that Head.
Their
Ruski
with his early Trophies stood
Won from the
Swedes
upon the
Baltick
Flood.
When
Conti strove to snatch the
Polish Crown,
And all
the Gen'rous
Poles
his Conduct own.
The Nation is very much Endebted to the Lord
O—d,
then Admiral
Russel,
for his Defeat of
Torvill;
and there is not one among the Party whom he hints at for being Ungenerous, but pays him their Acknowledgment for that Days Service.
Rigatshi
next, our just Applause Commands,
The
Polish
Peace on his wise Conduct stands;
High Chancellor in
Sobieski
's Reign;
And all
Poles
would have him so again.
In Law upright, and prudent in the State,
In Council deep, in Execution great;
But by the Faction of the
Swedes
opprest,
And to make way for Fools and Knaves, dismist.
Rigatski
by whom the Lord
S—
is Personated; (King
William
) having inv
ed him with Large Demains at Rigate in
Surrey,
has the Character of a very Great Man, though I can't close with him in his ill Manners to the Present Possessor of the great Seal, as to wish him to be Lord High Chancellor again; or say that
He made way for a Fool or a Knave
since his immediate Successor, chosen by King
William,
is deservedly Famous for being the very Reverse of that Inv
ious Apellation.
Amongst the
Polish
Prelates there appear'd
Cujavia,
lov'd for Piety, for Prudence scar'd;
Careless of Faction, or of Party hate,
He firmly fixt to
Sobieski
's Fate;
Follow'd his Fortune, and his Favour shar'd,
And had the Miter for his just Reward.
What tho' the
Metropolitan
declin'd,
And more for
Conti
's Monarchy design'd;
Cujavia,
all the Primates Place supply'd;
And
Poland,
her intended Prince enjoy'd;
Culm,
and
Posnania,
Ecclesiastick Peers,
And
Patcherouski,
old in Zeal as Years;
With Thirteen Sacred
Polish
Miters who
Are
Polish
Lords, and
Polish
Prelates too,
Where all to
Poland
and
Augustus
true.
In
Cujavia
we may Read the B—p of
S—
Character who Preach'd the Inuaguration Sermon at the Coronation of their Late Majesties King
William
and Queen
Mary,
and by
Culm, Posnania, Patcherousky
and Thirteen Mitres more, are meant some very Good E—l Peers, who were against the Bill to prevent
Occasional Conformity,
and consequently
rue to
Poland
and
Augustus.
Which Consequence I shall no otherwise Animadvert upon, than that it is Injurious to
Augustus
his Character, as if he was against the Bill, when he had given such Assurances from the Throne in Favour of the Church Establish'd.
These wore the
Polish
Lawrels to the last,
And fixt the
Polish
Liberties so fast,
That Fate it self cou'd not the Band destroy,
But what they once possest, they still enjoy.
These were the
Columns
which so long sustain'd
The
Load of State
when
Sobieski
Reign'd,
Who all the Lines of Government restor'd,
And held the Scepter while
he drew the Sword.
When he encampt on the
Moldavian
Plains,
And freed the
Poles
from
Mahomet
's
Servile Chains,
The
Turkish
Banuers to his Sword submit,
Abroad his Valour and at home their Wit;
They fought with
Equal
Enemies at home,
And
Equal
trophies to their Conduct come;
The Conquer'd Difficulties of the State
Make all Men own their Conduct to be Great;
And they that seek to blame their Management,
And charge on them what they could not prevent,
Should tell us in what Age it shall be known
No Faults attend the State, no Knaves the Crown.
That Bishops are Pillars of the Church, and Consequently
Columns,
no Man will dispute with him; but that they
held the Scepter
while he drew the Sword, I cannot agree with him, since it will very much derogate from the Honour of the Lords Justices among whom the Temporal L—ds preceding, for whom he expresses such Regard, made a very great Figure.
Ungrateful
Poland,
never will be blest
Till
Sobieski
's Management's confest;
Till some of his forgotten Rules restor'd
Such Statesmen wield the Scepter,
such the Sword,
Till some such Heads in
Polish
Council sit,
And some such Hero shall for
Poland
fight.
England
has been bless'd with more Victories since Her Majesty's Accession to the Throne, than what fell to Her Share for a
Century
before, which is a long Computation of Years Compar'd to Thirteen; and our Councellors Heads have done enough at Home, as well as our
Heroes
Hands Abroad, to Eclypse the Glory of any Hands or Heads whatsoever, King
William
's not excepted.
Finski,
an upright
Lithuanian
Peer,
Sets up for sinking
Poland
's Prime Visier;
For Application and Impertinence
No Man has half so much with half his Sense;
With Formal Step, and
high Majestick Grin,
Is
Polander
without, and
Swede
within.
Envy and awkward Spleen sit on his Face,
In Speech precise, but always thinks apace;
In
Earnest Nonsense
does his Hours divide,
Always to
little
Purpose,
much
employ'd.
Strong in Opinion, in his Judgment Weak,
And thinks himself exceeding politick.
The Musick of his Tongue is his Disease,
Conceives absurdly what he speaks with Ease.
The Discord of his Facu lties is plain,
He talks with Pleasure, what he thinks with Pain;
And there 'tis own'd he shows some Policy
To make his fluent Tongue his Brain supply.
So Men are pleas'd with Shadows, so from hence
The World mistakes his jingling Tongue for Sense.
A busie trifling Statesman,
Proud and Dull,
A thinking, plodding,
wise
substantial
Fool;
In all vast
Poland
's far extended Round,
No Man was known so
emptily profound.
Polite in Words, a stiff and formal Tongue,
And speaks to little purpose very long.
The Noble Peer that falls under his Censure here, is as much above his Detraction, as the despicable Wretch that flings Dirt at him is beneath his Notice. He never Employ'd his Momentous Hours about other Things than the Advantage of the Prince whose Service he was in, and as for
sinking
any one, it was never in his Thoughts, if a Person aim'd at, Acted Contrary to the Well-being of the Government. By
Polands Prime Visier,
is meant the
L— H— T—
who owes him no Thanks for giving him an
Infidels Title,
which I never heard belong'd to
Poland
before. But as the Character of the Great Man, whom he vilifies to the lowest Degree is False, so are the Terms he makes use of, to bring his Designs about by.
To him
Augustus
gave the
Polish
Seal,
And made him
Grieffier
to the Common-weal.
They that cou'd not his License first obtain,
Might not go out of
Poland
or come in;
The Publick Safety was the just Pretence
To keep the
Sweeds
from true Intelligence;
But the more Genuine Reason
was the Pence.
For in his time the
Sweeds
themselves obtain'd
His Blanks to pass their Spies to
Polish
Land.
Grieffier of Poland,
is likewise a Title in no wise belonging to the Court he applys it to; and the Publick has been so well satisfied about the pretended Proofs of the Wretch
Fuller
's Affidavity of his Lordships giving Passes to the
French
Discontented Natives of
England,
that it looks Ridiculous in one that lays any Claim to sense, to incline towards the very thought of it.
The slow unsteady Mannager appears
Too
hot
for Peace, too
cold
for
Polish
Wars;
While charm'd with Foreign
Margueretta
's Song,
His sleeping Orders he delays too long
Whole Fleets attend the
Minstrels
softer Notes,
By her the Statesman
steers,
the Member
votes.
Well might the
Syren
be Compar'd to him
That
doz'd old Nature
with his Touch Sublime.
The lofty Cedars danc'd
his softer Airs,
And
lofty Stupid Statesmen
bow to hers.
Mr.
Foe
sure is acquainted with the Hermet in the Fable, that Blows Hot and Cold with the same Breath, or else how could he make his
Slow Manager
(which By the By is not to be Hot)
too Hot
for
Peace,
and too
Cold
for
War.
The Wi
est of Men will have their Intervals of Diversion, and it looks as well in one Statesman, nay better, since the Fabrick of the Universe is Govern'd by Harmony, to pass away his less Important Hours with Musick, than for another to spend whole Weeks with Horse Racing at New-Market. Besides, let him consider who was Secretary of State, when the Ships at
Vigo
were Taken and Destroy
, the Town's in
Flanders
Surrendred, and the March to the
Danube
concerted, and he must Condemn himself for Blami
ng his L—p's dispatch of the Publick Business.
Of all the
Polish
grave Nobility,
None acts
so low
that e'er was born
so high;
So fond of Liberty, he ne'er endur'd
The Name of Slave, no not to his own Word.
This Paragraph, is the Product of a Complaint that this Incendiary vents in all Companies, about his L—p's not keeping his Word with him, when in Newgate; At the same time, that he is Conscious to himself, he perform'd not the Conditions for which the Promise was made of his
coming to do no Damage.
Augustus
saw, and soon mislik'd the Man,
And found him to the
Swedish
Cause incline;
With easiy Skill he read his well-known Fate,
A useless, unregarded Tool of State.
What tho' the
Polish
Dyet was possest,
And blindly in his Favour
once Addrest;
The publick Banter all the Kingdom knew,
It mov'd their
Mirth
and
Indignation
too:
The general fixt Dislike
Augustus
saw;
Laid by the haughty Thing, and left him to the Law.
The
Quacking, Mountebanking Tool of State,
That neither could be
little,
or be
great,
Retir'd to give us time to let him know,
No Knave's above being told that
He is so.
If the Parliament of
England
Address'd the Throne in his Lordships Favour, they did nothing but what was consistent with the Reputation of that
August
Assembly, and which ought to be allow'd for the pure effect of his Merit, as well as
Taguskis
's, who had likewise the same Honour done him, though not for the
same Service.
As for, no Knave is
above being told HE IS SO,
I agree with him, but the Consequence may tell him before he is much Older, that an Honest Man is, such as the Noblemen, whose Characters he makes so Free with.
Lawrensky
next, of
Prussia
's Royal Breed,
To
Ladislaus
by Marriages allyed;
Tho' Int'rested in
Sobiesky
's Line,
Yet to the
Sweedes
he always did incline:
He kept the
Polish
Cash in Days of yore,
When Kings grew Rich, and made the People Poor,
And fain would now our
Polish
Treasures teach
To make their Monarchs Poor, the People Rich.
Under
Lawrensky,
none that is acquainted with
Names
or
Things,
but may know that
Lawrence
E— of
R—ter
is Couch'd. A Gentleman too near related to Her Majesty, to be us'd after such a manner, and whose Conduct as
L— H— T—r
has not been Excell'd by any Successor whatever, without any Reflection upon the Present Management of the Ex—quer.
If Stories known of Old, should be reviv'd,
Of Leaves torn out, and horrid Facts conniv'd;
Of Crimes too Black for Satyr to reveal,
Which Kings ha' Dy'd, on purpose to Conceal:
Were but the black Record again Review'd,
When the false Peer his Master's Fate persued,
His Picture would too low for Satyr lye,
And sink the Wretch beneath Authority;
VVhether the
French,
the
Sax,
or
Polish
race,
He ever Fawn'd, and lookt with
Janus
Face.
VVhen
Sobieski
did the Throne obtain,
He Grudg
d the Crown, tho' his own
Race
should Reign:
But when in
Vice-Roys
Dignity went Halves,
He stoopt to Rule
Moldavian Western
Slaves.
The Tearing the Leaves is such a Forgery as has been more than once Exp
ed and Confuted in the late Reign, when his Enemies, such as G
p'd after his Lord Lieutenantship of
Ireland,
publish'd their Sham Vindication, and for that Cause requires no other Answer, than that those who think it Meritorious to revile a N—m, will not stick to Traduce a R—r.
Now he Repines the Management supreme
Is not, as he contriv'd, resign'd to him:
For this his
Vice-Roy
's Office he laid down,
Again to Govern, and Abuse the Crown;
But wiser Councils laid him gently by,
And left him to bewail his lost Authority.
His Character is of a much different Complexion, for he did not fling up his Lieutenancy of
Ireland
for the sake of the Prime Ministry, but for his Ease, since the
Irish
are an Inflexible People, and not to be Gove
n'd Easily but by such as are the
own Native. And he was so far from being dissatisfied with the Measures taken by those near Her Majesty, that no other Motive but the Satisfaction in the Administration, induc'd him to retire.
Now he Cabals, the Parties to
Ʋ nite,
And strives to bring us all to
Peace
in
Spite;
Courts ev'ry Side to his absurd Design,
And thinks to make the
Swedes
and
Cossacks
joyn;
My Soul,
his sly, pretended Peace abhor,
The Brooding
Ʋ nion
's Big with
Civil War;
Rouze ev'ry Loyal
Pole
to Self-Defence,
Give them for
Arms,
their
Eyes,
for
Swords
their
Sense,
For all Men see the empty sham Pretence.
Mr.
Review
has Preach'd up Peace and Union to some purpose, if at last he turns Renegade from his own Principles, and makes it his Business to Ridicule such as are for a Treaty between the two Contending Parties. Give 'em for
Arms
their
Eyes,
says he,
Swords
their
Sense,
as if
Swords
were not
Arms;
why did he not insert for
Guns
their
Eyes,
since
Arms
and
Swords
are the very same sort of Weapons.
Old
Seymsky
was of this intriguing Band,
A
Polack
born, on
Neiper
's Golden Strand;
Antient in Crimes, bred up to Fraud and Feud,
His Int'rest at his Master's Cost persu'd;
A mighty Stock of ill-got Wealth enjoy'd,
When
Polish
Troops our
Polish
Lands destroy'd;
When his dear Countries Liberties lay low,
He Fisht in all the Troubles made then so:
When
Poland
's Kings the
Polish
Peers opprest,
And Property was made the Monarch's
Jest,
In those dear Days he kept the
Royal Cash,
And forg'd those Cheats he since
pretends
to Lash.
Now he sets up to save the Nation's Pelf,
And wou'd have no man Cheat us but himself;
Detects ill Practices with
eager Vote,
And rails at Bribes with
mertenary Throat:
That he should be Ungrateful and Unjust,
Despise the Grace, as he betray'd the Trust;
Be Proud, be Peevish, Insolent, and Base,
Nature has painted that upon his Face,
Envy sits rampant on his tott'ring Head,
And
R—e
's wrote there so plain that every man may read.
In
Seymsky,
the Reader must agree with me, that he points at Sir
Edward S—r,
but all to no purpose.
Reverberat Ictus,
the Shot rebounds upon himself, and the
Detracter
falls a
sacrifice
to his own Calumny. At the Sitting of the Parliament, 'tis
en to one, but this
Seymski
makes
Foeski
Eat his Words, he has shewn many a Better Man a pleasanter Trick, and the
Polish
Scribe will not be the First, whom he has brought upon his Knees for Breach of Priviledge. For he that Writes
R—
upon a Wiseman's Forehead, ought to have
Fool
Written on his own, besides the rest of the Catalogue of Hard Names which are usually affix'd to Pillories.
And now the conscious Criminal appears,
Affects to
Cant
of
Poland
's suff'ring Years,
Reproaches little Villains with their Crimes,
And rakes among the Evils of the Times.
Where Mismanagements are, there they should be taken notice of: for little Evils as well as Great, though he's of too Intrepid a Temper to spare them, ought to be animadverted upon.
That he should
Poland
's Liberties maintain,
Who can the wondrous
Riddle now explain?
Or, who
Believe
the
Fact,
that
Knows the Man?
Some think,
indeed,
it shou'd be understood
A
Penitence
for
Violence
and
Blood,
To Expiate his Share in
former Reigns,
The S
k if not the
Guilt
of which remains.
If that be
True,
that he should make pretence,
To
Censure
others for a past Offence,
Savours of most
prodigious Impudence;
While he that ought to Blush at former
Times,
Boldly
Condemns
contemporary Crimes.
A General Charge without mentioning Particulars, can never Affect any Gentlemans Reputation, especially one of his Figure and Family, and h s hints of
expiating
for
Violence
and
Blood,
will never make any Impression upon any one that has had the least Notice of what publick Service he had done, and continues to do, for the good of his Native Country, which he may be Styl'd the Ornament as well as Defence of.
Immortal Brass sits on his testy Brows,
Hard'ned with Bribes, with Frauds, and broken Vows;
Infernal Feuds flame in his guilty Eyes;
He starts at Peace with Anger and Surprize:
Weakn'd in Wickedness; in Wishes strong,
A bribe-receiving Hand, and clamouring Tongue;
False to Himself, his Monarch, and his Friends,
But to the lowest Step of Pride descends;
Abject, and Mean, when Fortune's Storms appear,
Proud and Intollerable when 'tis Fair;
Noisy in Speech, in Manner Insolent,
And awkwardly submits to Government,
If
Immortal Brass
fits on his Brows, how comes he to be
Abject and mean when Storms appear?
When a Man turns Abject, his Impudence commonly leaves him and
dyes
with his being dispirited or I am wrong inform'd from Experience in the like Cases.
Often the
Polish
Monarchs have essay'd,
So much they of his Mischiefs were afraid,
To win the Bully off with gentle Words,
And place him in the Class of
Polish
Lords;
But he that lov'd the Villanies of Life,
And chew'd the Air he breath'd to Sounds of Strife,
That liv'd upon those Particles of Fire
Which nourish Feud, and prompt the vile Desire,
Chose all the glittering Offers to despise,
Too
vain
to be made Great, too
proud
to Rise.
If Vanity consists in a Foolish Persuit after Titles and Applause, how can any one be too vain to be made Great? And if Pride is the effect of an Ambitious Temper, that aim's at an Increase of Prerogative and Power, can it be otherwise than Impossible, that the Gentleman here design'd can be
too proud
to Rise? I have heard of Chewing of Tobacco indeed, but never heard of Chewing the Air to sounds of Strife, which is a Note beyond
Ela.
Augustus
try'd him with uncommon Grace,
Gave him his Houshold
Staff,
and Houshold
Place;
His Robe of Peer attempted to put on,
But he put by that
Feather
to his Son;
Accepts the high Command without the
Name,
Because he covets
Mischief
more than
Fame.
The Party-Zealot never could resign
His dear Speech-making, old, contentious Sin,
Resolv'd the Head of
Faction
to supply,
And as he
Liv'd
unblest, uneasie
Dye.
He was too proud
to be made Great before,
but here
He accepts the High Command.
Ay but, says our Author without the Name of a P— as if Greatness did not consist more in Extensive Command than Length of Title. To
Covet Mischief more than Fame,
is none of the most regular Expressions that have dropt from Mr.
Foe.
since Mischief is Fame in one sense, and a Man may as well be Famous that is Transmitted to Posterity for doing Ill things as Good.
Augustus
saw the Sullen Wretch go on,
Neither by Art or Bounty to be won,
His Malice he despis'd, his Pride contenm'd,
And to his juster Fate the Wretch condemn'd;
Left him his empty Follies to pursue,
And his unvalued Favours with his
Staff
withdrew.
The White Staff was not taken from him, but he resign'd it; and as Her Majesty Tax'd him with nothing disrespectful to Her
August
Character, the Poet would have look'd like a Man of more V
city had he done the same.
Th' unsteady Statesman's
Temper yet untry'd,
Left him at once, in spight of all his Pride;
Not all his swelling Pride would give Relief,
But sunk his Spirit underneath his Grief:
The cowardly, self-condemn'd, abandon'd Wretch,
Saw his ambitious Ends beyond his reach;
With strong Reluctance all his Honours quits,
And with his Places now resigns his Wits.
So Pride unbounded, with no Power suffic'd,
Wants Courage but to see it self Despis'd.
How could he quit his Honours with Reluctance, when the very
Gazette
tells us he voluntary resign'd them? Or how could his
Temper
be said to
be yet Untry'd,
on Account of his Places, when he had the Experiment made upon him more than once in the surrender of more profitable Employs? But Contradiction sis what the Party gain their Ends by, and so he's at Liberty to use them.
When Men are rais'd by Fate above their Sense,
Nature must sink them in
her own defence,
Humane Society would else Decay,
And
Mad men
quite demolish Liberty:
For when the bloated Monster's once pull'd down,
The
Soul deserts,
the Bubble's broke and gone;
Abjectly Wretched, and with Shame surpris'd,
He
meanly begs
what he before
despis'd;
The high Extreme inverts in his Distress,
Dejected to a despicable, vile Excess.
So
Bullies
are but
Cowards
in disguise,
Whom few Men Value, all Men should Despise.
If he was not
rais'd by Fate above his Sense,
in being Speaker of the House of Commons, Treasurer of the Navy,
&c.
Places of greater Importance by far, than the Comp
's of the Houshold 'twas a little out of the way to make him lose it for what, was little Better than a Feather, to a Gentleman of his Years and frequent Indispositions. And to make Nature do it
in her own defence,
requires such Explanatory Notes from him, as he is not at leisure to give us, being so taken up in Reading
Horace, cum Notis Variorum.
Rokosky
next fills up the spacious Rolls,
The mighty
Captain Bassa of the
Poles;
In foreign Expeditions he's employ'd,
And many
Polish
Millions has destroy'd;
Abortive Projects flow in his loose Brain,
He loves to make a
tedious Voyage in vain.
He will make the
Polanders
Infidels do what we can, notwithstanding he has been told over and over, that
Poland
is a Christian Country. But its Sir
George R—k
whom he fallen's his Talons on now, and he that has done more Good than all our Admirals at Sea for more than Twenty Years last past, must be a Captain
Bassa,
and Mark'd out under an Odious Distinction.
Abandon'd
Poland,
how art thou Betray'd!
Sold for that very Money thou hast paid!
The greedy Monsters that receive thy Pay,
Trifle thy Blood, and Time, and Strengh away.
Rokosky
Covetous, and Insolent,
On
Poland
's weightiest Errands has been sent;
Small Prophecy might those Events foretell,
Where he Commanded, that cou'd Fight so well.
Was the Destroying the Ships at
La Hogue,
the Breaking the Boom at
Londonderry,
the Deliverance of Two Hundred Ships Trading to
Turkey,
the
Levant, &c.
the Glorious Succels at
Vigo,
the Taking of
Gibraltar,
which the
Spaniards
have Spent so much Blood and Treasure about, in Endeavouring to regain it, the Naval Victory over the whole Power of
France
and
Spain,
of so little Force as to render him liable with being Tax'd with Trifling our Blood Time and Strength away? If so, what Apellation will our Future Miscarriages fall under, when it shall be Visible how we suffer for wantof his Conduct, in the Marine Affairs?
His Voyages never have been made in vain,
He took such care of
coming Home again:
No Man cou'd ever give him a
Defeat,
And none can
match him
at a
safe Retreat.
The carefull'st Officer the
Poles
could choose,
For when they
bid him fly,
he'll ne'er
refuse:
A
Neg'tive Soldier,
always in the Right,
Was never Beaten, and would
seldom Fight:
Poland
will ne'er her antient Glory show
While Knaves and Cowards fight her Battles so.
To preserve a Fleet, sometimes is equal to a Victory, and Prince
got more Honour in the last War, by making a Gloriou
Retreat, than
Luxemburgh
did by defeating the Confederate
at
Landen.
If he's a Negative Soldier that has Fought the
of
France
and his Two Seconds with one Single Ship, with at being worsted, what a Champion of a Man must he be
an Affirmative?
osky
now supports the
Polish
Crown,
And fights the Quarrels of his Masters Throne,
by Proxy when he Fights his Own.
Mr
is not at all Oblig'd to you for reviving the Story of
Dispute between Him and Sir
George,
which tends so
to his Disreputation, and reminds People of the Merry
the Rehearsal mentions of that Friend and Acquaintance
Fighting Duels. Should any Man serve me so, he should
have the use of my Chambers at the Temple.
Poland,
how past Retrieve must be thy Fate,
Whe
Cowards Guide thy Arms, and Knaves thy State,
the Braver
Swedish
Squadrons meet,
That stoop to Bully those they dare not Fight?
Co
e and Crime can never dwell so near;
For where there's
Guilt,
there always will be
Fear.
If
P
always where their's
Guilt,
then some Body is very Impr
make a Champion for a Party; and if telling a Man to
the Open Field of Election, as Sir
G—
did
he wrote what he Tax'd him with, and would make it good, ie. Bullying, I dare persuade my self an Assertor of such a Contradiction will not be able to Define what Fighting is.
PART II.
IN
Polish
Dyet now they all appear,
In
Polish
Dyet all Men free from Fear,
May all their most malicious Thoughts declare.
Augustus
calls them to the place Supreme,
There first they Swear to
Poland,
then to Him,
That they will
both
Support, and
both Defend,
And
All
profess what very
Few
intend.
There from the
Throne,
He tells them of the
State,
What things occur, and prompts their
calm Debate;
Tells them his steady Thoughts due Peace to give,
And ancient
Polish
Honour to retrieve;
How he by
Law
came there, by
Law
would Reign,
And all their
Polish
Liberties maintain:
But lets them know, he finds to his surprize,
Some
Poles
are
ev'n for this,
his Enemies.
Freedom of Speech is allowed in the
English
Parliaments, but un
er certain Restrictions; for some Members have spoke so much
here, as to be call'd to the Bar, and afterwards sent to the
Tower
for talking too freely. As for Swearing first to
Poland,
then to Him, would Mr.
Foe
give himself the Trouble of perusing the Oaths
he Members of Parliament take, he would not have occasion to be
old he is in an Error on that Account, since they swear to be true to
heir
Queen
and
Country,
not
COUNTRY
and
QUEEN.
Informs them of a deep
Livonian
Plot,
And prompts them all to search it farther out.
Tells them the real Danger of the State,
And
asks
them to prevent their Monarch's Fate,
But presses them to
Peace
and
Calm Debate.
By the
Livonian
Plot, is meant the
Scotch
Plot, which was so ve
y
deep
indeed, that I never heard of any one yet that found the
ottom of it.
It's all
in vain,
for
Faction
had possest
Some Members, all the
Dyet
to molest;
In
vain
the sullen Deputies Debate,
In
vain
they weakly prop the sinking State;
In
vain
to Oaths and Loyalty pretend,
They
Sell
that Prince whom faintly they
Defend.
The Commons were as hearty in pursuit of such as were thought criminal
that Juncture, as their Lordships, though they did not appoint a Committee to meet at
N—d
House, and were so very far from
faintly
defending her Majesty, that never a heartier and more earnest Address came from a People to a Prince on that Account. What remains, is to ask the Sense of the last Line, and how it is a Consequence, that
they must sell that Prince whom they defend faintly.
Satyr,
with gentle Strokes the
Mischiefs touch,
How
little
some Men said, how some
too much:
How
some,
in hopes to pull the
Cossacks
down,
Slight the
Livonian
Plot, expose the Crown,
Cavil, Contrive,
make Speeches,
and Debate,
And Jest too much with
Poland
's dang'rous State.
Prepost'rous
Laws,
absurd in their Design,
And,
made on purpose to be broke,
bring in;
Divide,
in order to
Consolidate,
And
Tack
Destructon to the wounded State.
Secure
the
Polish
Free-men in a Goal,
For fear the
Nation's Liberties should fail.
The
Polish
dear-bought Priviledge destroy,
That
Dyets
Tyranny they might enjoy.
Support the
Polish
Dignity and Crown,
By pulling all her
just Defences
down,
And save the tott'ring Kingdom from her Fate,
By
decently
embroiling
Church
and
State,
He should have given us the Names of those Laws which he cal
preposterous
and
absurd,
as his Reader might have known his Meaning. I have heard indeed of
bringing in a Bill,
but never of a La
that was brought; for nothing can be call'd a Law till it has ha
the Royal Assent. As for
securing the
Polish
Free-men in a Goa
those Free-men, as he terms them, were guilty of an express Breac
of Priviledge, in which the Honour of Parliament was so far concern'd, that they had lessen'd their Authority, but for their Commitment.
Mackreski
first, the
Dyet
's Pamphleteer,
Stood up; —all
Poland
waited on his Chair,
For all Men look'd some wond'rous thing to hear.
So once the
Teeming Hill in Travail groan'd,
Th' expecting World the mighty Wonder own'd;
Young Mountains, Twins at least,
they lookt should come,
When
One poor Mouse
clos'd the vast lab'ring Wom.
By
Mackreski,
we are to understand Sir
Humphry,
who has written so very much and well for the Honour of the House of Commons, and so learnedly vindicated their Priviledges, that were this Author Master of any Gratitude, he would rather pay his Acknowledgments to so worthy a Representative, than make such unmannerly Comments on what he himself, and all the Commons of
England,
are so nearly concern'd in.
The empty Orator in Florid Speech,
Told them, that he was just as
Wise as Rich;
To's Printed Books for his Design referr'd,
Tho' that he e'er
Design'd,
no Mortal ever heard:
He talk't indeed sometimes of
Church
and
State,
Of
Piety,
and of the Lord knows what;
But no Man yet his vast Intentions found,
Deep as his
Mines,
and like his
Brains unsound.
'Twas full a
Polish
Hour the
Member
spoke,
But
all
the Dyet
all
he said mistook:
Some said he talk'd of this, and some
of that;
Just so he jumbl'd
Providence
and
Fate:
In both, the same Intention he pursu'd,
Neither to
Understand,
or to be
Understood.
Thus he Harangu'd them
Thirteen
times and more,
And still he left them
where they were before.
He talk'd of
Crowns,
of
Property,
and
Law,
And means to make them
keep themselves in Awe;
Of
persecuting Peace,
and
quiet Jars,
Nations in
Nubibus
beyond the Stars.
Of
mod'rate Feuds,
and calm
distemper'd States,
And mov'd to
Bleed
us, to avoid
Debates.
Propos'd by
Poverty
our
Wants
to cure,
Starving our
Tradesmen
to employ the
Poor:
And backt his mighty Project with a Speech,
Would spoil the Nation's
Trade
to make them
Rich;
In weighty Conference propt a tott'ring Cause
To set our Priviledge above our Laws:
But as some Learned
Speeches
us'd to fail,
Because they'd too much
Head,
and had no
Tail;
So this was Hist about, because they said,
'Twas all made up of
Tail,
and had no
Head.
Mackreski
thus his
Learned Breath
bestow'd,
And as it did no
Harm,
it did no
Good;
And yet his
Speech
had this unlookt-for Charm,
That as it did no
Good,
it did no
Harm.
If the Poet that Lampoons him, were but half so
wise and rich,
he would have no Reason to expose himself in his
Saturday's Review, July
7. by complaining of
sleeping Debates in Trade of seventeen Years standing
being
reciv'd;
and the very Management and Produce of those
Mines
he is so angry at the Depth of, is such an Argument of his Designing, that he shews his own want of Brains, by saying,
No Man ever heard that he design'd.
If the Dyet mistook what he said, why did they close with his Projection, and pass his Bill for the Relief of the Poor? But the Poet mistakes him, and therefore all must. As for the rest of the Jargon of Scandal upon this Gentleman, it's all of a piece, and his Quibling about his Speeches being made up of all Tail, and no Head, and his
Convertible Terms,
(which he is so famous for in his
Little Master Review
) no Good and no Harm, they are beneath Sir
Humphry
's Notice, and our Observation.
Pacski,
a
Polish
Deputy, stood next,
And all the
Polish
Senators perplext;
His
Zeal
was for the Church so
fiery red,
His
Breath
at Distance struck the
Cossacks
Dead;
Plosko',
the
Polish
Bishop, he o'erthrew,
And made
Augustus
forc'd Resentment shew:
The Rev'rend
Almoner
at once displace,
And aged
Vertue
bow'd to rampant
Vice.
Hark how the Party-Hero Silence broke,
And mad with
Zeal,
and mad with
Envy
spoke.
By
Pacski,
we may read Sir
J—n P—n,
a Gentleman whose Hereditary Zeal for the establish'd Church and Government, is what renders him obnoxious to the Censures of those that would share in the Revenues of the Church, while they are Enemies to its Worship. If he did make Complaints to Parliament against his
Diocesan,
every Gentleman has the Liberty so to do, when aggriev'd; and it has been more than once resolv'd in St
Stephen
's Chappel, That no Peer has any thing to do with Elections for Members to serve in Parliament.
"
Ye
Poles,
(says he) regard the tott'ring State,
"
And think with me, of our Fore-Fathers Fate;
"
The Rebel
Cossacks
all their Force o'erthrew,
"I'd rather see the
Swedes
do so for you.
"
But let us all the
Cossacks
first expel,
"
And
Tack
their Ruin to the
Tribute-Bill:
"
The
Poles
may then in
Peace
and
Union
thrive,
"
And
Ecclesiastick
Tyranny revive;
"Augustus
may our
Quiet
recommend,
"
But while
these
live, what
Peace
can he pretend;
"
And if
Augustus
favours their Defence,
"
To his Dethorning 'tis a just Pretence;
"
I Hate a
Cossack,
tho' he were my
Prince.
The Rebel
Cossacks, viz.
the Round-heads, in
Oliver
's Time, and what they did, ought to be fresh in our Memory, that we may prevent the like Barbarities from them again. But how Tacking the Occasional Bill as a Clause to the Land-Tax, could be Tacking their Ruin to the Tribute Bill, is beyond my Power to Divine, since there was no Property invaded, but the Church only secur'd by an Act of Parliament in her behalf.
He spoke, and Fury choak'd his rising Spleen,
And Passion kept more dang'rous Language in.
For now he Mourns his just Designs are crost,
Complains that
Speech
that Place he talk'd for, lost;
Declares he meant no Mischief to the Crown,
Aim'd at no gen'ral Int'rest but his
Own;
For that he spoke, and thought he should no doubt,
Talk
himself
in, and talk the
Cossacks
out:
But all his Province their Resentment show,
All his
Consolidating Nonsence
know,
Their future
Trusts
to
Packski
they refuse,
So perish all that
Poland
's
Trusts
abuse.
Sir
John
is of another Temper, than to talk for a Place, and of too large an Estate to make his Conscience truckle to his Interest, as some that have gone over from the Church-party have. Neither is it Fact that all his Province disclaim his Proceedings; they shew their just Resentment indeed for his Affection to his Queen and Country for they have resented it so as to chuse him again for one of the Knights of the Shire, which is an Argument, that Mr.
Foe
shot his Bolt too soon, when he said,
Their future Trusts to
Pacski
they refuse.
When froward
Toweroski
took his place,
Zeal
on his
Tongue,
and
Fury
in his
Face.
"
Ye rev'rend
Poles,
(says he) let Heav'n forbid
"
That Words should
Poland
's Liberties decide;
"
Our War's remote, but these are
Foes
indeed;
"
I'd rather Beat the
Cossacks,
than the
Swede.
"Augustus
talks to Us, I hope in vain
"
Of
Peace,
while Factious
Cossacks
shall remain,
"
The Spawn of Rebels of
Tartarian
Race,
"
Who ask no Favour, and deserve no Grace;
"
If first
Augustus
will destroy the Breed,
"
Then
Peace at Home
may probably succeed;
"
But while this Vip'rous Brood the
Poles
betray,
"
I'd not
Augustus,
tho' himself were here, Obey.
The Noble Gentleman that is personated here, Mr.
B—,
Brother to the E— of
A—,
is of another Disposition than what is
froward;
and his Sweetness of Temper is as remarkable as his Loyalty to the present Government, which he would not forfeit his Obedience to for any Cause whatsoever. Though he has but too much Reason to think our Peace will never succeed at home, till such as are averse to it, and say,
Peace, Peace,
when there is no
Peace,
(I mean the Dissenters) are remov'd from having any share in the Administration.
He said, and more than half the
Dyet
bow'd,
And with consenting Silence 'twas allow'd
A Law should pass the
Cossacks
to suppress,
The only way to
Poland
's Happiness.
Mean while th' Assembly sep'rately repair'd
To Church, and there the famous
Burski
heard,
Now
Stanski,
then
Maroski,
and a third
That always dealt in
Tropes
and
Similies
absur'd;
These furious Priests the fatal Stroke excite,
Tell them of Kings that spar'd th'
Amalekite;
The Grave Divines, in Pulpit Rhet'rick known,
Talk'd of the
Dyet
's Wit to show their own,
Banter'd a
Text
or two, and talk'd some
Greek,
And so went Home to
Drink
out all the
Week.
Dooms the poor
Cossacks
from the sacred
Text,
And rav'd in Zeal till he the Cause perplext.
It was but reasonable that a Law should be brought in to prevent the Growth of Hypocrisy, and Endeavours be used to save Reprobates against their Wills, if they would not be instrumental to their own Salvation themselves; and if all the Clergy in
England
had been so deservedly famous as Dr.
Birch,
some People would have been nearer to that happy State, than they now are.
Priests,
like the Female Sex, when they Engage,
There's always something Bloody in their Rage.
He told the
Dyet
they must
Fight
and
Pray,
And pull the
Cossacks
down the
Shortest Way;
And in his Zeal, so far his
Text
forgot,
He Perjur'd his
Augustus
on the Spot;
Unchurch'd the Nation, Curst the
Polish Tribes,
And for their Cure, the
Cossacks
Blood prescribes.
If Dr.
Stanhope,
in his Sermon upon the 30th of
January
at St.
Margaret
's Church, apply'd the sparing the
Amalekite
to the Subject of that Day, it was applicable enough; for the Remissness of King
Charles
the second in not taking off all the Regicides, has been the chief Cause of our home-bred civil Dissentions ever since: And if he talk'd
Greek,
it's more than the Learned Mr.
Foe
can do, the want of which Tongue, makes him exasperated against all that use it.
Satyr,
thy just Regret with Force restrain,
With
Temper W
ite,
altho' thou
Think'st
with
Pain.
When once the Pulpit-Plague Infects the Land,
And
Sermon-Readers
get the upper-hand,
The Nation's ruin'd, all the Town's undone,
And Tongue-pad Evils, thro' the Vitals run;
Reason submits its captivated Head,
And
raging Nonsence
governs in its stead.
In vain our banish'd Liberties we seek,
Wise-men are bound to hear, when
Coxcombs
speak;
Reason pays Homage to Impertinence,
And
Noise
obtains the Victory from
Sense;
The
Clamouring
Priest, Dogmatick, Proud and
Dull,
Assumes Dictating Right, and
calls his Master Fool.
How he could Unchurch the Nation by preaching in Defence of the National Church, I cannot imagine; neither is it in my Power to know he could perjure
Augustus;
for Persons guilty of a Breach of an Oath, in my humble Opinion, must perjure themselves. As for his Reflection upon the Priest-hood in general, he acts contrary to their Precepts, and consequently is not to be expected to speak well of them; and if he himself
thinks with Pain,
then some body does so as well as
my Lord of
N—m; a great Condescention truly for our Author to accept of the Character he has bestow'd upon that worthy P—r. Well, but he has Reason to think with Pain; the Church of
England
Clergy are
Sermon-Readers,
they don't
Preach
and
Pray
extempore, like Dissenters, because they
think
before they
speak;
which Premeditation of theirs makes
Reason submit,
and
raging Nonsense
govern in its stead. Most exquisite Logick!
But if the Pulpit now began to Fire,
The Press, the Pulpits Eccho, push it higher.
Bold
Sachareski,
in a
Polish
Rage,
Would all the
Poles
in Civil Blood engage;
Prints his exasperated fiery Zeal,
And
Damns the Crown, for fear o' th' Common Weal.
By
Sachareski,
it will not be amiss to read Mr.
Sacheverel,
Fellow of
Magdalen Colledge,
a Gentleman whose Accomplishments and Zeal render him as well an Honour to the Church and University, as an Otnament to the Colledge he belongs to; and as Loyal to the Queen, as he is faithful to his Country.
And two Extreams, one Mischief may prevent.
This Fury made the
Polish
Lords relent,
And Senators, their first Resolves repent.
How can Moderation be censur'd for an Extream? for that's a Vertue that is inseparable from the Church of
England;
and if some L—s and Gentlemen were not so hearty as was expected for the Church's Service, it must be attributed to the Weakness of their own Resolves, not any thing that was defective in her Worship.
The Dyet reassum'd,
Cavenski
broke
The Healing Party's Silence first, and spoke:
The h
sty Priest (says he) I understood,
The Gown
too often
dips
the Sleeves
in Blood:
Th' unheard of Insolence amaz'd my Soul,
And Horror seizes every Christian
Pole;
I am a Northern Deputy 'tis known,
Where numerous
Cossacks
dwell in every Town;
The peaceful, and industrious People show
No Reason why they should be treated so;
What is't to us, what their Fore-Fathers were,
The
Polish
Crown's too fast for us to fear;
Besides, Rebellions differ but in Name,
In future Ages Ours may be the same;
If e'er the Old
Fagellan
Race should Reign,
And Damn our Revolutions; 'tis in vain
To talk of Titles, where the Swords devour;
They'r always Rebels, who have lost their Power.
With all Deference to my L—d M—ss of
H—n
's excellent Qualities and healing Discourse. Though his L—p is to be commended for standing up for so numerous a People as
Yorkshire,
who is so happy in the Choice of so excellent a Champion, Mr.
Foe
has made him make but an indifferent Speech, which is somewhat unmannerly for a Gentleman of his great Quality. For I cannot make Sense of,
The hasty Priest
(says he)
I understood,
The Gown too often dips the Sleeves in Blood.
Besides, he introduces his L—p, speaking as if the Revolution was a Rebellion, and insinuates by way of Comparison, as if it was equally criminal with that in
Forty one.
The
Cossacks
now incorporate, and ty'd
By Laws, by Interest, and by Blood ally'd,
Are native
Poles,
in
Poland's
Interest bound:
To tack them now, would
Poland
's Peace confound:
They'r rich and brave, and always have withstood
Th invading
Tartars
with their Wealth and Blood;
And have undoubted Title to pretend
To enjoy that Land, they helpt us to defend:
Besides, by Laws, their Liberties remain,
Those Laws,
Augustus
promis'd to maintain;
This Priest would make those Promises in vain.
I think their Liberties their Due t' enjoy,
That they may help us now, the
Swedes
destroy;
With him the old Nobility concur'd,
And Damn'd the Bill at Cruel and Absur'd.
Who doubts the Dissenters Right and Title to their Estate? Heaven's forbid they should be wrong'd in the minutest Particle, either as to their Temporal or Spiritual Concerns. The Church-party neither has, or ever had any Thoughts that tended towards their no
enjoying the Land
since the late Revolution. Neither did the Queen promise to
establish them,
only
maintain
them in the Benefits that accrue to them from the
Act of Toleration.
The zealous Deputies resist in vain,
And Envy prompts them to their strong Disdain;
With mighty Struggle, and avow'd Regret,
They only seem t' adjourn the warm Debate;
Resolv'd in future Dyets to persue
The
Cossacks
Ruin, and the Nation's too.
If the Church of
England
can never be sufficiently secur'd till the Bill passes, 'twould be impardonable for them wholly to drop the Debate; wherefore 'tis but their Duty to adjourn it to a more convenient Opportunity.
Augustus,
how unhappy is thy Fate?
How hardly do'st thou hold the tott'ring State?
In vain of Peace thou do'st the
Poles
persuade,
Deep as Infernal Darkness, their Designs are laid.
Never was Queen happier than her present Majesty, and never was Princess more the Delight of the Church of
England,
who pays her the Hearts of her Sons, by way of Acknowledgments of her Duty, while the Offerings of the Dissenters have more of Appearance than real Sincerity.
Let them no more thy Soveraign Peace abuse,
Subjects can ne'er the Prince's Grace refuse;
But 'tis a certain Signal to the Throne,
They aim at no less Purchase, than his Crown.
But still
Augustus,
his just Wrath forbears,
And Honours load the Wretches whom he fears;
Fain he would all their due Allegiance buy,
Does all his soft engaging Favours try;
To all the Charms of Kindness he's enclin'd,
With Grace would win a
Turk
's more constant Mind.
How can the Patriots that stand up in Defence of the Church,
aim at her Majesty's Crown?
Have not they more to lose than the Dissenters? Are not they possess'd of the best Estates of the Land? And would not a
French
Power be more destructive of their civil Rights and Immunities, than those of a Sect of Men who have no Right to any
Establishment,
and who have more than once, witness their Brethren in
Scotland,
closed in with
Rome
and
France,
in Opposition to a Worship they are declar'd Enemies of.
Dispos'd to Pardon, all their Follies past,
And win them to their Country's Good at last.
Heaps undeserv'd his Favours on their Heads,
With gentle Hand to their own Duty leads:
Shews them the way to save the bleeding State,
And trust them with his Own, and
Poland
's Fate.
What is hinted here, exactly
Tallies
with her Majesty's Usage of the Dissenters since her happy Accession to the Throne; but it has always been the Practice of the Party, to throw Dirt first, and to fence off a Reproach, by fixing it upon those from whence they expect it.
'Till Treason, blacken'd with Ingratitude,
Had all their Sense and Modesty subdu'd;
Ripen'd by Royal Mercy for Reproof,
The patient Prince had been provok'd enough.
Whom the Aspersions in this Paragraph belong to, may be soon discover'd, by the Whigs insolent Usage of Her Majesty and Ministry, 'till the last Session of Parliament, when a Change was made in the Administration and as for Treason blacken'd with Ingratitude, they know best how to form
New
Conspiracies, that have been so dext'ious in managing
Old.
In vain he's of
Livonian
Plots afraid,
And
Swedes
preparing
Poland
to invade;
Intestine Feud the
Polish
Rakes persue,
Their King instead of
Cossacks
to undo;
Neglect the publick Danger to the last,
And make the Nation's real Fears, their Jest;
Willing to leave us open to Surprize,
Poland
can have no greater Enemies.
As for the Plot here hinted at, we may expect Discoveries of th
Authors of it, from the Parliament of
Scotland
as soon as they shal
fit; 'till then, perhaps, it may be out of his Power to know whe
to fix it: For it's an unquestionable Truth, That he that hides a thing, is the best able to find it again.
Tococksi
first, a forward Southern
Pole,
A Pollish'd
Carcass,
and a
Burnish'd Soul;
We cannot say he did the Silence break,
For he did always
little else but speak.
How vain a thing's the empty Sound of Words
Abstracted from the Meaning it affords.
Long Speeches from his
beated Spleen
proceed,
And Nature makes him talk, to ease his Head;
The
Hypocondriack
Vapours upward fly,
And form some Words of State and Policy;
Bear with the States-man, 'twas his
Flux of Gall,
For all Men know he never meant at all.
By
Tococksi,
we are to understand Mr.
T—ke,
a Gentleman desevedly the Envy of all ill Men, because he is the Glory of the Go
and who may truly be said to be
polish'd,
and of shining Abiliti
if any Gentleman in
England
deserves that Character: So that wh
is inserted of him, is the very Reverse of his Demeanour; and
is so far from not thinking at all, that the Politeness, and Effica
of what he speaks, intimates as much as if he thought always.
He dooms the
Cossacks
to
Tartarian
Shades,
Their Civil and Religious Rights invades.
Demand no Reason, Satyr,
that's supply'd
With Passion, Parties, Prejudice, and Pride;
But if his wiser Arguments you'd know,
He heard 'twas Just, old
Seymski
told him so;
That Learned Oracle supports the Cause,
And Noisy Zeal supplies the want of Laws.
Can a Dissenter be said to be doom'd to
Tartarian
Shades, when it is endeavour'd that he may be rescued from finking downwards, thro' the great Weight of Hypocrisy? And is it not the highest Injustice to say, Mr.
T—ke
inclines this Way, or that Way. as Sir
Ed. S—r
directs him, when Sir
Ed—
himself would think it no Disparagement to advise with him?
The hot young Beau affects the
Marshal's Chair,
And hopes in time to rule
the Dyet
there;
Now he's the Party-Leader of the Day,
Resolv'd to teach the
Cossacks
how to pray,
Or from the
Polish
Church to drive 'em all away.
To teach any one to pray after the true
Form of Worship,
is to deserve the Thanks of those that are instructed; and tho' he does not
affect the Chair,
I question whether there is one among his Enemieshas an equal Title to it.
A Troop of
Tackers
at his Elbow stand,
Ready to move at his usurp'd Command;
Who all the Image of their Captain bear,
And in their Name may read their Character.
The Word
in Polish,
signifies
a Fool,
A Man without a Meaning, call'd a Tool,
A weighty Block-head with an empty Scull.
When the Tackers in K.
Charles
the Second's Time, were for tacking away all the Prerogatives of the Crown, the Name of them was not
Fool
then, but
Knave:
'Twas their own dear Invention, and always put in Practice by the Commonwealth Party. But for the Church to assume only the Liberty of trying the Experiment once, and that for the Preservation of the Monarchy, there it must immediately fall under the Name of Folly, because successless.
Nor let enquiring Heads decline the Name,
Tackers
and
Tookites
always are the same;
The Emblematick Title's eas'ly known,
Their
Coat of Arms,
stands up in
Warsaw
Town;
Rampant
the Ass,
enrob'd
in Lyons Skin,
To make the
Bully
keep the
Block-head
in;
Quarter'd at large it lyes,
Perte-Per-Pale,
The
Asse's Ears
against the
Lyon's Tail.
He might have spar'd himself making the
Tackers
a Coat of Arms; for it's well known they had them from their Predecessors, and have not been so good Customers to the Herauld's Office, as the Whigs of late Years, who have had none to put upon their Coaches 'till they paid for them.
The Family from
Tartary
descends,
And all the
Furioso
's are
their Friends;
Before the
Swedish
Conquest they came in,
And some are lately run away again.
Their num'rous Offspring fills our
Polish
Rolls,
So close ally'd to all our Native
Poles,
"We hardly know from whence they came, or when,
"And yet they boast they're
True-born Polish
-men.
These are the Men would pull the
Cossacks
down,
And after them,
Augustus
and his Crown.
But
Poland
's Genius Laught in
hissing Air,
And Guilt made all the Rakes disclose their Fear.
The
BILL
's thrown out, but still they push their Cause,
In future
Dyets
hope for future
Laws;
Rail at the
Cossacks,
false Constructions draw,
And
Bully
those they cannot
Kill by Law.
If they
hardly know from whence they came, or when,
how comes he to lay it down for granted, that they are descended from
Tartary?
But I forget he is quoting himself, and the
True-born English-man
must be brought in, though introduc'd by the Head and Shoulders.
Bromski
with
Polish
Air, but
Swedish
Skill,
Boasts that he was the
Father of the Bill:
In Foreign Parts he Travell'd much in vain,
Just made a
Book,
and so came
Home
again:
Tells us he saw a
Bridge
at
Rochester,
And when he was at
Chatham,
HE WAS THERE;
So when progressively to
France
he's come,
He gravely says,
he knew he wa'n't at Home.
Tells us he saw at
Oyse
a sad Distaster,
The Bridge broke down, because't
could stand no faster.
And at
Chantilly,
th' Prince of
Conde's
Town,
A Castle stood, before they
pull'd it down.
Montrevil
's fortify'd, but is not strong;
Paris
lyes round, and yet is two Miles long;
And of the Buildings, this wise
Truth
he tells,
They're gen'rally of
Stone,
OR
SOMETHING ELSE.
Some Lands lye high, some lower still, and lower,
And where the People are not
Rich, THEY'RE POOR.
The Learned Author then proceeds to tell
How near the
Alps
he clamber'd up a Hill
With many a weary Step, and many a Stride,
And so
came down again,
on t'other side.
Tells us at
Rome
he saw a swinging Church,
And reads a Learned
Lecture
on the Porch:
Inform'd the World in Print where he had been,
But bought the Books himself, for fear they should be seen.
His traducing Mr.
Br—ly
for his Book, is no Argument of the Goodness of his own; besides, his contemptible Treatment of it will render that Gentleman more valuable, because his Enemy is so illiterate, as not to be able to distinguish between what's a
Learned Lecture,
or not: And it's enough for him not to have blacken'd him as to other Concerns; for had he been guilty of any thing like a Crime, he would have been sure of being told of it.
This worthy Author, warm with
Polish
Zeal,
Strives all the
Cossacks
Freedom to repeal;
Corrects the Bill, and to remove our Doubt,
The
Persecution Preamble
left out;
A Mark of Honesty, to let us know,
They scorn'd to hide
what they resolv'd to do:
Sure of the Game, the Mark was so laid by,
And blinder
Cossacks
saw their Destiny.
The Preamble was not left out, because it favour'd of
Persecution,
but because the Dissenters, and their Friends in Parliament, exclaim'd against it as such.
Thus fir'd with Party Zeal, he read the Bill,
And ask'd the Dyet how they lik'd
his Stile:
With many a Learned Speech, and formal Face,
For
Italy
had taught him
the Grimace,
Th' exasperated Fop his Plot declares,
And to the Dyet makes
revengeful Prayers:
At
Cossacks
Ruin, makes the Grand Essay,
And tacks the Church's Fall
the Shortest Way.
Formality of Face,
is all the Sobriety the Generality of the adverse Party are famous for; and if the Person that calumniates him had but any thing like his Learning and Breeding, he would have made it his Choice to have paid him his Acknowledgments for his Services to his Country, not a Return of base Ingratitude forsuch inestimable Goodness.
Meerski,
an ancient Mercenary
Pole,
With vitious Body, and a harden'd Soul,
Grown Old in
Crimes,
as he was Lame in
Sense,
But not at all decay'd in Impudence;
His long since baffl'd Conscience told his Fate,
He owns he's Damn'd,
and there's an end of that:
But for the
Cossacks
Bill he rav'd so loud,
And so inflam'd his old fermented Blood,
That some advis'd him to go home
to Bed,
Open a Vein or two, and shave
his Head,
Not knowing he had long ago been Mad.
By his Description, he should know Sir
Thomas M—rs
no better than Mr.
Br—ly:
But
Madness
is like the
Yellow Jaundice;
and those that are possess'd with it, think every one they see of the
same Complexion;
otherwise he would never say, this
worthy Knight
was under that Predicament.
The
Old Buffoon,
Debauch'd in early time,
Boasts of his Vice, and Hugs himself in Crime:
Lewdness has Forty Years forsook the Beast,
And left his Vicious Body to its Age and Rest;
But tho' the Active part of Vice is Dead,
The Rampant Devil
's
Regnant in his Head,
Hurries the Leud Distemper'd Wretch along,
With Vile
Blasphemous Voice,
and
Baudy Tongue.
If Leudness has forsook his Breast forty Years, then how can the Rampant Devil hurry the Leud Distemper'd Wretch along still? for it is impossible for a Man not to be
Wicked,
and Wicked at the same time.
Well might
an Antient Polish Bard
Decree
Jowler the Hound,
a Wiser Beast than he:
Meersky
has always been
the Dyets Jest,
Laughs loudest at himself, to Please the rest;
Betwixt th' Extreams of Banter and of Rage,
He made himself the Fool,
the House the Stage,
The Polish
Merry Andrew,
shifting Shapes
Till he's the very Block Head which he Apes.
I would not be thought to compare Mr.
Dryden
who
is the Antient Polish Bard
here meant to Mr.
Foe,
on Account of his Poetical Performance; but for
Ill-Nature,
the latter has such an Excess of it that he may be properly said to lose by the Character; though Mr.
Dryden
had his share too, and fell foul upon Sir
Thomas
on Account of a Personal Pique, which always carries more Malice than Truth in it.
Wardsky,
a Deputy of Northern Race,
Weak in his Head, but very strong in Face;
Assurance
many Blessings may contain,
And often times
supplys the want of Brain;
A Junior Tookite
forward in the Cause,
To Damn the
Cossacks
by unheard of Laws;
A Scolding Clamouring Member, Vain and Loud,
Noisy in Words, and
not a little Proud
His
Polish
fury ran before his Sence,
Mighty in Wit, vast in Impertinence;
The Hissing Dyet Laught, the Beau won on,
Mutter'd a Curse or Two,
and so sat down.
How can Mr.
W—rd
be
mighty
in
Wit,
and
vast in Impertinence,
at the same time, unless Mr
Foe
takes
Wit
and
Impertinence
for convertible Terms, as he did the Elements of
Air
and
Water
in one of his Reviews.
Satyr, make room for Men of
Polish
Wit,
Whose Zeal as well as Learning's too Polite;
A
Polish Tookite
of Collegiate Fame,
Hight
Anneslesky,
that's his
Polish
Name.
Satyr may make Room for Mr.
Annesly
Member of
Parliament
for the University of
Cambridge
a
long as it pleases for it, though I do not wonder a Person should have no good opinion for
Colledges,
that has never been in any other than that of
Newgate.
He Learnt ill Tongues
in Cambria's Famous Hall,
And
very Apely
represents them all:
Down with the
Cossacks
is his Darling Word,
The Bully Tongue supplies the Tamer Sword;
He Damns the
Cossacks
with Exalted Vote,
And Horrid Language fills his raveing Throat;
Nor does it Check the Man's degenerate Scorn,
To think that he
himself's a Cossack Born;
Rather than not surpress the Growing Evil,
He freely Votes
his Fathers to the Devil.
The Earl of
Anglesea,
Lord Privy-Seal to King
Charles
II. whom this Paragraph highly injures in calling him a
Cossack,
was advanc'd for his Loyalty and Zeal for the Church Establish'd; and being the Father of this Worthy Gentleman made such Provision for his Son's Education, as is in no wise consonant to the
Dissenters Communion.
For though they have their separate Universities at
Ʋ trecht, Leyden,
&c. they are averse to the two Universities here, where Religion and Loyalty are Taught and Practis'd. Which is an Argument that he did not Design to have his Son bred up otherwise than in those Principles which he so gloriously adhere's to. And how a Man can Vote his Fathers to the Devil, by coming up to his Father's Direction, I must profess my self Incapable of Explaining.
Never did University pretend,
To
Polish
Dyet such a Wretch to send;
'Tis own'd they did not Chuse him for his Sence,
But he got in by Dint of Impudence;
A finish'd Coxcomb, with Assuming Wit,
In all but
Sense and Manners
he's Compleat,
So furnisht with the Language of the Town,
He made
our Dunghil Rhetorick,
all his own;
All his endeavours to support the State,
H'
Expresses
in
the Stile of Billingsgate;
Of Modesty and Manners very Shy,
And blest with every Gift but Honesty,
If he has neither
Sense
nor
Manners,
how comes he to
be Bless'd with every Gift but Honestys
For as I take it,
Sense
and
Manners
are Gifts, and he can't have them, and not have them at the same time.
Gransky
was newly made a
Polish
Lord,
Tho' most Men thought 'twas hasty and absurd,
His Honour thus, before his Wealth should rise,
But that his
other Stock,
that want supplies.
By
Gransky,
the Poet designs we shall read the
L— G—ll,
though he gives us no Lineaments of him in his pretended Character. That he was made a Lord was the Queen's Act and Deed, and to call his Creation
Absurd,
is to make her Majesty Guilty of that
Absurdity.
One farther Mischief his advancement brought,
Our Polish Mob
have made the Grievance out;
May-Fair
and
Hockly,
suffer such a Blow,
'Twill all the
Bears
and
Back-Sword Men
Undo;
All things give way to Fate's eternal Doom,
The shouting Croud ha' lost their Captain
Tom.
See how the
Stage of Dirty Honour fails,
And
Warsaw
her
Street Colonel
Bewails;
No more the
Gladiator
now appears,
Patron to all the
Whores,
and all the
Bears,
The
Polish Smithfield
Butchers storm and rage,
And sable Weeds adorn the drooping Stage;
Prize fighting
Triumphs pass no more
Cheap side,
Nor
female Champions
in their Armour ride,
The
Sword
and
Dagger-Heroes
are undone,
Gransky
their darling Patron,
Gransky
's gone;
Augustus
thus at one unhappy Word,
Lost the wild Gentry first to gain the Lord.
When once a Gentleman comes to be the Envy of a Party, and an overmatch for them in Politicks as well as Popularity and the People's Affection, they make it their endeavour to render him Little, least his Merits should raise him too high for their reach. This worthy Patriot's Services by Sea and Land attest for him that his Thoughts are above Prize fighting and such Vulgar Exercises, and though he may have Diverted himself as well as others, by seeing the Rarities of Art and Nature, it's no more than the greatest Councellor in the Cabinet descends to, sometimes.
Yet
Gransky
once the People's Humour Crost,
He would be for the
Bill,
what'er it cost;
Tho' all the
Poles
their high Dislike exprest,
And so the
Bill
and
Lord
made up the Jest.
Gransky
was always Zealous for the State,
But when the
Swedes
endangered
Poland
's Fate,
He gravely Vow'd and Swore he'd ne'er Associate.
More Noblemen and Gentlemen than He who refus'd the
Association
at first have taken it since, and to be singly in the Right, is more Honourable than to have Thousands embark with him in a Cause that is wrong.
Not Vows nor Oaths, can
Polish
Members bind,
When latent Prospects preposess the Mind;
For when he had the
Mareschal's Chair
in View,
Thro' Forty Oaths
that blessing he'd Pursue.
Satyr,
The Ambitious Wretch Commiserate,
Insult no more a Man of adverse Fate;
The Sullen Member's
Chagrin
and
Perplext,
With high extreams of Pride, and Envy
Vext,
Because from Speaking Office he must
Fall,
For two long Years,
he'd hardly speak at all.
None that knows him will say, that he is not Master of
Abilities
to fill the
Speakers
Chair, and had the Person that censures him for
hardly speaking at all these two long Years,
manag'd his Pen as the Noble P—r is said to manage his Tongue, he would have no occasion next Session of Parliament to take the Country Air, when the Winter draws other People to the City.
Augustus
always,
all Men's Good
Intends,
To make the Man of Mischief some Amends,
He sent him down among his
Western
Friends.
The
Tinners
Petty Dyet he
Prepares,
Bear-Garden
there, in
Miniature Appears;
The
Mobb-Assembly
heal'd his Discontent,
For
Rabble
always was his Element.
A Sign that he knows the Constitution of the
Stannaries,
to say it is a
Bear-Garden,
and
Mob-Assembly,
when most of the best Gentlemen of the West gave their Appearance there. I hope he has chang'd his mind since his Lordship's Removal from being Lord Warden, or it will be an Affront to Mr.
Godolphin
who succeeds him.
In High Mock Majetty, and awkward State,
He
Apes the Prince,
and thinks himself as great:
The Black Assembly, in the Sulph'rous Shades,
Where Mining Hand the Glitt'ring Oar Invades,
"
With all the Elder evils of the Mines,
"
He calls in Convocations like Divines,
"
Mobb'd them a Speech,
within their Smoaky Den,
"Said
much of Nothing,
and came Home again.
The Speech which he calls a
Mobb-Speech
may be seen in the
Gazette,
and to say much of nothing, is rather an Argument of his Dexterity in Discourse than against it. As for his
calling the Elder Devils of the Mines like Divines
to the Convocation-House, that carries such an odious Reflection upon the Church of
England
Clergy in General, that i tought to be censur'd by the Civil-Magistrate.
Bankski,
a New Contemporary Lord,
An Orator at
Poland
's
Chancery
Board,
Furnisht with
Ciceronian
Eloquence,
And mighty
Flights
of Language,
none of Sence;
Speech making
was his due Paternal Fame,
And made his Voice
a Pun
upon his Name;
A Tongue-Pad Family, of Wheedling Race,
And talks of
nothing
with a Wondrous Grace.
By
Banksky
we are to understand, the
L—d Gu—sey
who Married Sir
John Banks
's Daughter, whom he owns to be furnish'd with Ciceronian Eloquence, at the same time as he will allow him to have no Sense. An Instance of the
Satyrist
's great Knowledge in
Cicero,
whose Oratory consisted not only in the
Cadence
of his Words, but the
Sense
of them. As for his Voice being a Pun upon his Name,
(viz).
that there is Musick in it, and his Name is
Finch,
that is so sorry a Conundrum that
OWEN SWAN
would kick his Vinegar drawer out of Doors for it.
Augustus mov'd him,
as 'twas understood,
That he might do no Harm who did no Good:
The
Cossacks
at his Honour much Rejoyce,
For right or wrong, they always loss his Voice;
And
Finky's
glad of his assistance here,
To Check sometimes the too much talking
Peer,
By Force, to stop the forward weak Effort,
Lest he should make the Dyet too much Sport;
How oft in Pity has he Pinn'd him down,
Whisper'd his Fathers Credit, and his own;
Told him his Grandsire's old, substantial Rule,
That silence never can describe a Fool.
The Queen mov'd him from the Commons to the Peers, from a true Sense of his Worth, and the Nation is more indebted to his Assistance than his Brother who needs it not, and is Second to no one Patriot whatsoever in every Acquisition whether Natural or Artificial, that can make a Compleat
States-man.
Unhappy
inski,
had he been but Wise,
And took his Younger Brother's grave Advice,
Whartski, Mobunski,
and a Hundred more,
Had been as Sober as they were before;
The
Dyet's
Gravity had ne'er been broke,
For no Man Laugh'd but just when
inski
spoke.
For a Man to be laugh'd at, and disrespectfully treated by some People, redounds to his Credit since we are equaly to consider the Persons that
Laugh
with those that are
Laught
at, and the Character of the one is to be esteem'd or despis'd, according to the Character of the other.
Bucksky,
a stalking, sharping,
Polish
Peer,
A Whoreing, Gameing, Swearing
Chicaneer;
How just is Fate in his well-known
Disease,
To make him
Love
the
Whore
he cannot
Please;
Strange Power of Vice, whose Fury will prevail,
Possess the
Head
where it has left the
Tail,
Nature grown Antick and Impertinent.
Let's
this
be Leud, and
that
be Impotent,
Had there been
Money
moving with the
Bill,
Both sides knew how to purchase his
good will;
His
Vote
's so sure, it never can be lost,
'Tis always to be had by
Who bids most?
Warsaw
Remembers him of Old
for that,
Tho' other Members
suffer'd
for the Cheat.
When City Brothers,
Orphans
Funds pursue,
And Lost their Bill and lost their Money too.
His lofty Pallace now affronts the Park,
Light some the Tenement, th' Incumbent Dark;
The Emblematic Sides Describe
his Grace,
This
Double Front,
and that a
Double Face.
Sibi Molestus,
on the Coyns appear,
Tho' most Men think his Lordship need not fear,
No Man can envy him,
his Heaven here,
Laetantur Lares
Guilds the spacious Frize,
For Houshold Gods Dwell there of every Size;
'Twas ne're for these he Built the spacious Dome,
For all his Graces Gods would lye in far less Room.
The Motto's of
Sibi Molestus
and
Laetantur Lares,
so well describe the great Man here hinted at, that there is no need of explaining it: Wherefore, I shall only animadvert upon his Poetical Forehead, that could have the Impudence to say so much, when there is so little reason of saying any thing of this Nature; and point out a Person so plain, in affronting of whom, not only the whole Nobility is concern'd, but the Queen Her self, who is the Fountain of all Honour, and is Interested in keeping its chrystal Streams pure and undefiled from such horrid Contaminations.
Guinsky, a Tartar
of
Circasshan
Race,
What e're he wants in Head, makes up in Face;
In spight of Title, will be call'd a
Pole,
A
Russian
Phys, and a
Tartarian
Soul;
In Prudence Light, and in his Follies Grave,
For Nature makes the Fool suppress the Knave,
A
Cossack
Bred, but grew a Coxcomb Young;
His Wits Decreasing, as his Pride grew strong;
The short Instruction had prepar'd his Mind,
But as his Vice Encreas'd, his Sence Declin'd;
Ambition now, his antient Thoughts Employs,
And all the little Grace he had Destroys
With empty Notions; Occupie's his Head,
In
Seymski
's
Western
Empire to succeed;
Affects the antient Tyrant's vilest Part,
To fawn with Spleen, and to Insult with Art:
In
Poland
's
Western
Capital he Reigns,
Binters himself at most excessive Pains;
Seeks the Recorders Chair, and fain he wou'd,
Dispense those Laws he never understood
A
Hackney
Deputy for every Town,
But soonest Chosen where he least was known:
Full Thirty Years he did the House Molest,
The Dyets Banter, and the Kingdoms Jest:
In strong assuming Nonsence still goes on,
Railing at Places, but forgets his own:
A Patent Broker Jobbs a great Imploy,
That he may th' Money,
not the Post
Enjoy;
For Bear-Skin Places, Chaffers with the State,
Secures the Cash, and leaves the rest to Fate;
Enricht with Fraud, in Trick, and Cheat grown Old,
And Places Bought on purpose to be Sold.
Yet to Compleat himself the Nation's Jest,
He Damn'd the very Bribes that he Possest:
By his own Vote, Disgorges ill got Fees,
And so by Law Corrects his own Diseate:
Thus he became the Dyets daily Sport,
A Knave in
Council,
and a Boor at
Court:
Learn'd without Letters, Vain without
Conceit,
Empty of Manners, Over-grown in Wit:
Of High Tyrannick Notions Prepossest,
The fitter to be Monarch of the
West,
When
Seymski
's froward Spirit's gone to Rest.
Great Wits will be guilty of Mistakes sometimes, I perceive; for the Person misrepresented here is one of his own Kidney; and he may sooner find Sir
R— G—n
at
Hannover,
than affecting the
Recorder's Chair
at
Exeter:
And if he is guilty of any thing here taxed with, he belongs to the Poet's own Party; and muchgood may He do them, for Sir
E— S—r
has a greater Value for the Monarchy, than to have a Republican for his Disciple, unless it be to Convert him.
Powski,
a noisy
Polish
advocate,
Grown Rich by Law, and buisy in the State;
Gravely he speaks in
Polish
Bombast Stile,
And thinks the Dyets Pleas'd, because they Smile;
Tav'
Finksi
cou'd have laid him down the Rule,
A Wise Man's Smile's, a Banter to a Fooi;
But
Powski
furnish'd with
Opinion Wit,
None but uncommon Follies can Commit;
In thought Profound, and in Contrivance vast,
Speaks best to every Question when 'tis past.
Every one that has heard of Sir
Thomas Po
is,
has been acquainted with other Qualities than what he is here censur'd for; an
that he is so far from speaking in Bombast Style, that the Happiness of his Periods terminates in the most intelligible Expressions that can be made use of. As to his
speaking
always to a Question when 'tis pass'd;
the Author would do well to explain himself, for I never heard of any that spoke to a Question before it was pass'd.
Some Rakish
Poles,
with these at once Concurr'd,
Who Peace and
Cossacks
both alike abhor'd;
Buisy in Vice, but careless of the State,
Thoughtless of Party-Peace, or
Poland
's Fate;
Of these, mad
Crakeroski
was the first,
Of all the
Polish
Deputies the worst;
Mean to a Proverb, and below Lampoon,
Was Born too late, and may be H— too soon,
The former Dyets thrust him out of Doors,
And let him loose to Laws, and
Polish
Whores;
Tho' 'twas Confest, the bribe was not the Crime,
But 'twas
the R—e that Told on't
ruin'd him.
This Gent. is the better to be spoken of, because set down for a
Madman
in his ridiculous Metre; and if he is
below Lampoon,
why does the Poet take such pains to expose Him? But perhaps Mr. Author does not think himself
below Lampoon,
and therefore does it on purpose to Lampoon himself.
Cookski,
A City Knight, got out of Jayl,
Stock-jobb'd
the
State,
to make the Bill prevail:
The
Dantzick
Merchant's Mercenary Tool,
A Knave in Trade, and in the State a F—l,
Once he to
Warsaw
's Castle did withdraw,
Secur'd against his Creditors by Law.
The Dyet did his Crimes indeed persue,
But fate Concur'd the Jayl, that was his due,
Was Punishment, and was Protection too:
Vilely he Spent, what basely he had Won,
By Bribes Enricht, and by that Wealth Undone
As for Sir
Thomas C—k,
every one knows what he was sent to the
Tower
for; and the Character of Mercenary, so very ill becomes him, that no one has been more fam'd for Generosity; witness his
Sheriffalty,
which fell very little short of Sir
arles Duncomb
's. How the
Tower
could be his
Punishment
d
Protection
at the same time, is very difficult to be explain
; though had he censur'd Sir
Thomas,
for being so
mean spi
d
as to refuse the
Mayoralty
of
London,
because Sir
John
rsons
had lop'd off the most considerable Branches of its Re
ue, I would have agreed; for he is so far from being un
e, as the Verse-insinuates, that he is very wealthy, and by at means the more inexcusable.
These are the Men, that Govern
Poland
's Fate,
d pull her down, to make her very great;
ith a vast Crou'd that serve their Prince in Vain
ith buisy Heads, but very Empty Brain,
ith hasty Vote promote the
Cosacks
Fate
nd to preserve the Church, undo the State,
onsolidating
Hero
's who supply
Their want of Sence, with want of Honesty;
To pull a House down to rebuild it Nobler, is common
ough in Architecture; but that they endeavour'd to destroy
e Government Established, to make it Great and Flourish
g, is a Falshood a Man of any Sincerity would not be in
e least guilty of. For what was done by the Church-Party
as in pursuance of former Acts of Parliament, in particular,
at of Uniformity, to strengthen what had been pass'd by
ing, Lords and Commons; and render Her present Majesty's
eign as Glorious, for the Preservation of the Church from
er secret and declar'd Enemies, as She has been for that of
urope.
But still
Augustus
in the Center stands,
nd Guides the dangerous Reins with steady Hands.
upported by his People's Chearful aid,
No more at false
Livonians
he's Dismay'd,
Or of the feirce Invading
Swedes
affraid:
The Dyet Rises, and the King intends,
To Purge his Houshold, and reform his Friends:
Dismisses from his presence and his Pay,
The Guilty
Poles,
who hardly durst their Sentence stay.
But fled before the High Command came down,
And left him still posess'd of his long envy Crown'd.
The very
cheerful Aid
here spoken of was advanc'd and forwarded by the very Patriots whom he treats after such a Rascally manner; and the time may come, when Her Majesty may be more sensible than he would have Her, of the Removal of such Gentlemen from Her Presence and Favour, who have made it their whole Business to deserve Her Gracious Approbation. For it's impossible, that a Queen descended from the Family of the
Stuarts
can
discountenance
Men of Probity, Affection and Loyalty, to Her Person and Government.
So
Seymski
first dismist th'awakned Court,
To Western
Poles
Conveys the swift report,
Tells them in what Disgust he came away,
Because h'had been too great a R—ke to stay;
That all his late Proclaim'd Disgrace had been
Because he wanted Manners to his Qu—n,
The Case was hard, since it was always known,
He scorn'd his Birth, and Vow'd to die a Clown;
A Boor of Quality to whom it chanc'd,
That for his Anti-merit was Advanc'd.
If Sir
E. S—r
was advanc'd for his
Antimerit,
what a sort of a L—y must some-body be that promoted him to that Dignity? For nothing can be plainer, than that if I give a Man a Place because of his Opposition to
Goodness,
I must be an ill Person my self. A scandalous Inuendo, which the Writer ought to be called to an account for. But to answer this Paragraph in his own way, take this noble Gentleman's Character, from a very worthy Gentleman, and yet a
Tacker,
in his Poem, call'd,
Moderation display'd;
where the
Fiend,
speaking of the late Change at Cort, says, after my Lord of
I—sy
Removal had been spoken of:
Senato
too who bravely does deride
Sempronia
's Little Arts, and Female Pride.
Whose Lofty look and whose Maiestick Mien
Confess the Tou'ring Godlike Soul within.
A Speaker of unparalell'd Renown
Long in the Senate long in Conncil known,
Ally'd to
E. of
Rochester.
Celsus
by the Noblest Claim,
By the same Principles of Worth the same.
Old as he is, still firm his Heart remains,
And dauntless his dec
ning Frame Sustains.
So pois'd on its own Base, the Center bears.
The Nodding Fabrick of the Universe.
Finski
prevented the Approaching Fates,
And wisely his own Fall Anticipates:
The Courtier with the States-man he resign'd
Guilt taught him so much of his Prince's Mind.
The Earl of
N—m
then is acknowledg'd to do one
Wise
Thing at last, sure the Poet forgets himself, or He would never have been Guilty of such a Condescention.
But his Guilt taught him his Prince's Mind, he foresaw her Majesty's Intentions, and upon that account was before hand with the Queen and resign'd the Seals before they were taken from him.
Very well but how came Mr.
Foe
to know the Queen's Mind, for I never heard he belong'd to the Cabinet before. But Railery apart, hear what the Devil himself says likewise of this Noble Peer in the asoresaid Moderation display'd.
Villiaski
follow'd, Conscious of his Crimes,
Loth to account for
Sohieski
's Times;
Augustus Sobieski
's rule pursues.
This Can't Employ the Wretch cou'd that abuse;
Equal their Right,
He that could that betray,
It can't be fairly thought, should this obey.
What the E— of
I—sy
did in Relation to K—
W—
after his Death, was Honourable and the Duty of his Post, and he was so very far from abusing or betraying his Master, that he had been false to his Mistress had he not secur'd that Prince's Closet. Take his Character likewise from the same Valuable Poem.
Then from this near attendance be Remov'd
though by all admir'd, and L
v'd,
Though his Sweet Temper and obliging
Port,
Become his Office, and adorn the
Court.
He seems by Nature
Mankind
please,
So free, so unconstrain'd is his Address
Improv'd by ev'ry Virtue, ev'ry Grace.
Celsus
disgrac'd
Hortensio
next appears,
Whose Vigilance still baffles all my Cares,
To whom by Right of Ancestry belong
A Loyal Heart and a Persuasive Tongue
Now Plots are form'd and publick Tempests rowl,
He boast's a strange unshaken Strength of Soul:
Fearless against Her Foes the Church sustains
Alike their Friendship and their Hate disdains,
Disdains their Clamour and Seditious Noise,
Secure in the Applanding
Senates
Voice.
Of Noble Stem, in whose Collat'ral Lines
Virtue withequal Force and Lustre Shines.
Too happy
Poland,
if thy Sons but knew,
How their own just Deliverance to persue.
Let the Degenerate Palatines Combine,
Their Prince and Liberties to Undermine,
Call in the
Swedes,
Consult, Confederate,
With the Infatiate En'mies of the State:
'Tis all in vain, Heaven points the Sacred Way,
To them that dare
Augustus
still obey.
Let them but in his juster Cause Unite,
'Tis Justice and the Law make Cowards fight.
They that Advance to Liberty's Defence,
Find double Vigour in their Innocence.
Invading
Swedes
will never once prevail,
Till
Poland
's Peace at home begins to fail.
The way to make
Poland
unhappy, is to follow the Poets prescriptions, and perswade all Men to be in Love with his
Sham-Moderations;
and to
advance to Liberty's Defence
in his Scheme of Politicks, is for us to turn
Levellers,
and bring the Establish'd Constitution to such a Pass that we may all equal in Power, and share the Direction of Affairs alike, without any thing like a Kingly Government, which this pretended Peace at Home may bring us to at last, without the Interposition of such Patriots whom he calls
Degenerate Palatines.
Long may
Augustus
wear the
Polish
Crown,
And
Poland
his Triumphant Glories own:
His Council steady, and his States-men Just,
When these are happy once,
The Monarch must.
I joyn with him in the Prayer, though we are of two Minds concerning the
Justice
of the Statesmen. For the World
Just
falls under a Different Acceptation with Men of different Principles.
If there's a States-man honest and upright,
Whom neither Knaves can bribe, nor Fools Invite;
Who with unbyass'd hands can hold the Reins,
And seeks to save his Countries lost Remains,
That loves the People and obeys the Crown,
And seeks the Nations safety, not his own:
Unhappy Poland!
find the
Hero
out,
Court him, Let Great Augustus Court him to't.
Let no State Niceties prevent his Choice,
All Poland calls him with united Voice.
Heav'n send Her Majesty such Persons about Her Royal Person.
Amen,
says the Church of
England
from the bottom of her Heart, who looks upon the Queen as Her
Nursing Mother,
as well as
Daughter;
while the Dissenters speak after this way for form sake only, and from the Teeth outwards, since
Knavery
and
Dishonesty
is the support of their Cause.
'Tis done,
the Polish Genius has prevail'd,
And Heaven has this new Blessing just intail'd.
Not all the Swede's Invading Troops shall awe,
The Loyal
Poles
their Duty to withdraw;
Confederate Lords with their disloyal Train;
Shall always make the vile Attempt in vain.
While Heaven directs
Augustus
to apply,
To Men of
Council, Men
of
Honesty,
'T's a Certain Sign there is Deliverance nigh.
We pretend not to so much as to insinuate, that her Majesty having suspected Persons about her, such as take Bribes,
&c.
contrary to Her Declaration at her Accession to the Throne, but that notwithstanding we are very happy in the Present Ministry, we might likewise have been so if those that are removed from it had continued in it.
How happy is
Augustus
in his Choice,
That makes the
Swedes
repine, the
Poles
rejoice:
See how the secret black Cabals abate,
And quit their Councils to avoid their Fate.
The
Male-contents
Discern their vile Mistake,
And old degenerate Principles forsake.
See how for early Pardon now they sue,
And their Allegiance openly renew.
What has Satyr to do in Viewing the Man that deserves your
Panegyrick:
Prethee
Daniel
leave off this way of Writing, or you'll bring in
Satyr
so often, that your Writings will be a Satyr upon your self at last.
The Happy Monarch sees the Cloud disperse,
And distant Peace shall gild the Universe;
The
Poles
their Loyalty begin to show,
But
Satyr, view the Men that made it so.
If the Gentlemen pointed at in this paragraph held any
secret Caballs,
they were for the good of Church and State and they are so far from forsaking
their own Principles
that taught them the Continuance of their Duty without any such thing as the Renewing their Allegiance, that they are inseparable from them as Heat is from fire, or sensation from the Soul.
A Prince's Choice of Ministry and State,
Determines both his Wisdom and his Fate.
Wise Councils may a weaker Prince Restore,
But none has these, but what were wise before.
We agree with him, that the Fate of Prince and People depends upon the Choice of a Ministry, and that Wise Councils may support a
Weak
Prince, but must deny the Consequence, that none but a wise Prince can have a Wise Ministry, since he has own'd in this very Paragraph, that a weak one may be restor'd by one that is Wise.
Grave
Casimir
revolving and sedate,
The Dyet's
Marshal
plac'd in
Finsky
's Seat,
This Guides the Treasure, That directs the State.
By
Casamir
he seems to hint at the L—
H— T—
who he says plac'd Mr.
S— H—y
in the E— of
N—m
's Place, when we cannot but know those Offices of Trust, such as a Sec— of S— are wholly and solely in the Gift of the Crown.
Augustus
has found out the
happy Two,
That his abstracted Int'rest can pursue;
Employ their abler heads t'assist his Crown,
Regard
His Interest
and neglect their own:
With Equal Zeal, in
Poland
's Safety joyn,
May all that love Augustus thus Combine.
That they are a
Happy Two
must be taken for granted since they are not only in the Prince's Favour and Peoples too, but we are not to inter from, but to say they neglect their
own Interest
out of
Regard
to the
Queen's
is an impardonable Absurdity, because the Interest of Queen and People are Inseparable.
No Secret crime their Personal vertue stains,
No Swedish Poyson'd Blood
Infects their Veins:
Strangers to Avarice, they're well describ'd
With
Hearts
untainted, and with
Hands
unbrib'd.
This is a Compliment they themselves will not allow of, for
Sin
is a Crime; and there is no Man, not the Arch-B—p himself, without it; which is enough to infer from thence, that all Mankind in general are guilty of some secret Crime or other.
The
Polish
Greatness is their true design,
How long has
Poland
Mourn'd for two such Men!
That count the Nation's Happiness their own,
Retrieve our Credit, and support out Throne,
Our
Bankrupt
Funds, and
mortgag'd Cash
restore,
And make us
Rich
by
That
which made us
Poor.
The Nation's Joy in their Advancement's seen,
And growing Triumphs Crown the peaceful Reign!
The want of Money makes all Men
Poor;
and if they can make us
Rich
by that Want which made us
Poor,
then all Contradictions whatsoever my be resolv'd by this Arcanum.
Long may
Augustus
their just Cares enjoy,
Till their true
Measures
all his
ears
destroy,
Till all
Livonian
Plots in
Embrio
's lye,
Abortive
Treasons
in
Conception
dye;
Traytors surrender to unerring Low,
And
Swedish Troops
from
Polish Lands withdraw.
A Universal Satisfaction shines,
And coming Peace appears in their Designs.
A flowing
Cash
will due
Success
secure;
'Tis this alone must end the
Swedish
War,
For things are altered,
Fighting's grown absurd,
'Tis now the Purse that Conquers, not the Sword.
And he that can the
Polish
Wealth Advance,
Strikes at the
Root
of
Swedeland,
and of
France.
There is no Happiness, that the Church of
England
wishes Her Majesty not Mistress of, who makes it Her continual Prayers, that not so much as the
Talk
of a Plot,
Scotch
or
English,
may be heard in Her Auspicious Reign; and that Money is the Nerves of War has been a received Truth, since Fighting is become Mercenary, no Man of any rational Faculties will so much as question.
This
Casimir
has done, and
This
alone,
Has chang'd so much of late the smiling Sence;
These
are the Agents of the
Polish
Peace,
To these
we freely own our
Happiness;
Firmly the willing
Poles
to these adhere,
Love 'em with Joy, and Trust 'em without Fear.
Fixtly the gen'ral Interest they pursue,
With faithful Vigour publick Business do,
For
This
Beloved by
Pole
and
Cossack
too.
We grant him, that the Noble
P—rs
represented by the borrow'd Name of
Casimir,
has done more than could be expected in a Treasury, that had been exhausted by Depreations in the late Reign: and while either of two worthy Patriots continue in their Posts, without giving us any Cause of Fear and Distrust, that they ought to be belov'd by
Poles
and
Cossacks
too.
The Conclusion.
OF all the needful Helps to Sov'reign Rule,
The Usefull'st Thing in
Poland
is a Fool;
Among the
Utensils
of Government,
No
Tool,
like Him, supplies the grand Intent:
When he's in close
Cabal,
and
Council
set,
To turn the monstr'ous
Wind-Mill
of the State,
The huge, unweildy, tott'ring Fabrick stands:
Too Solid for his Head, too Heavy for his Hands:
The Force Reverts, and with the swift Recoil,
Assuming Statesmen perish in the Broil.
So, Mischief like, the high returning Tide,
Brings sure Destruction on it's Author's Head;
As
Engineers,
that ill support their Mind;
Sink in the Ruine of their own Design.
If the
usefullest Thing in
Poland
is a Fool,
then a wise Man is a Fool, for wise Persons at the Helm of Government are the
usefullest Things
we can hope for.
Poland,
how strangely has thy Land been Blest,
By Fools Redeem'd, when e'er by Knaves Oppress:
The Graver Blockheads of thy tott'ring State,
Protect thy Fame, and help to make thee Great.
For when they might thy Government o'erthrow,
The harmless
Things themselves
alone undo.
The untrain'd Politicians court their Fate,
If
Knaves
were never
Fools,
they'd soon blow up the State.
That's very strange indeed, to be
redeem'd by Fools,
and almost as much as to say, when we were at the brink of Ruin, by a parcel of
Knaves
who shar'd the Administration in King
James
's Reign, the Fools interpos'd in our Behalf, and brought about the late R—vol—n.
Here Men the
Dignity of Folly
gain,
And never live without their Wits
in vain;
The empty
Head,
and noisy
Tongue
appear,
A Step to Fame, and Dubs a
Polish
Peer.
Coxcombs
of hug uncommon Size we find,
And
Fools
beyond the Rate of Human Kind.
No Nation can such
happy Blackheads
show,
Ecols
of
Design,
and
Fools
of
Learning
too;
With necessary
Dulness
so supply'd,
Their want of
Brains
has all their
Vice
destroy'd:
So Gravely
silly,
so Refin'dly
dull,
So Clear the
Head,
and yet so Thick the
Skull;
So damn'd to
Forms,
and so Ty'd up to
Rules,
Poland
shall vye with all the World for
Fools.
In Council
Hasty,
in Performance
Slow,
No Nation such a Breed of
Fools
can show:
Purse-proud and Fanciful they boast of Sense;
A certain Sign 'tis but a vain pretence,
Loss of Discretion's their chief Happiness,
No Men that want their Brains, can want them less.
So that
Folly
's a Dignity, and
Dubs a Polish Peer,
which is a sort of Petty-Treason, because it's the Queen alone who Dubs a Commoner a Peer, and insinuates as if Her Sacred Majesty was Guilty of Short-sightedness in the Distribution of Her Royal Favours, and could not distinguish a Wise Man from a Fool.
Retrabas aut Vapules mi Poetula.
These are the Manufactures of the Land,
The Props on which our
Polish
Freedoms Stand;
That many a
Polish
Province represent,
And joyn'd with
Knaves
make up a
Polish
Parliament,
That help to puzzle Causes in the
House,
And
Hunt
a Question, as a
Fox
a
Goose!
Strange Miracles they often times perform,
And
Calm
the
Dyet,
when 'tis in a
Storm.
Meersky
and Grand Exper'ment often made,
Has made them
Laugh
and
Rage,
be
Pleas'd
and Mad.
Nature made
Fools
a
Dernier
high
Resort,
To
temper
men of
Sense,
and make them
Sport:
Like
David
's Harp they can the Nation Doze,
And drive the
Devil
from the
Crazy House.
To compare a Fool to
David
's Harp is a little Prophane, as it is to liken Sir
Tho. M—r
to
David,
who was a Man after God's own Heart,
and huntiug a Qnestion like a Fox a Goose,
is such an Attribute of a
Fool,
as I never heard of Before, since a
Fox
is look'd upon to be the most Cunning Creature among the whole Four Legged Race.
Satyr,
forbear to Search the Wound too far,
Lest
Poland
's latent Errors should appear.
'Its Enough, the Nation knows the Curst Design,
Has broke the Project, and has
Markt the Men.
Augustus
sees, Heav'n has his Soul informed,
The
Fools
are all laid by, the
Knaves
disarmed;
Wisdom
and
Temper
settles
Poland
's Fate,
And
Moderation
Guides the Helm of State,
Tis this makes
Poland
Safe, this makes
Augustus
Great.
Now He has made His Satyr say all the Malicious Things He could Invent of Her Majestys best Subjects, He very Mercifully calls upon Satyr to Forbear, just like a Certain Great General at the
Boyne
who sent orders to
give Quarter, after all his Enemies
had been put to the Sword. If it be true that all the
Fools
and
Knaves
are laid by and disarm'd, then the
Tackers
are neither
Fools
nor
Knaves
as He has Intimated, since there are above 90 chosen for Parliament Men out of the 134. And
England
Thou ar't the Happiest spot in the whole Universe, and so God Bless the Queen's most Excellent Majesty.
Oh may thy Angel guard Her Royal Mind,
That Favourites not educe, nor Trimmers blind;
For 'tis on Her thy Church and State depend,
With Her will flourish, and with Her will end.
FINIS.