ABSTRACT
I A Pox of the Statesman that’s witty, Who watches and Plots all the Sleepless Night: For Seditious Harangues, to the Whiggs of the City; And Maliciously turns a Traytor in Spight. 5 Let him Wear and Torment his lean Carrion: To bring his Sham-Plots about, Till at last King Bishop and Barron, For the Publick Good he have quite rooted out. II But we that are no Polliticians, 10 But Rogues that are Impudent, Barefac’d and Great, Boldly head the Rude Rable in times of Sedition; And bear all down before us, in Church & in State. Your Impudence is the best State-Trick; And he that by Law meanes to rule, 15 Let his History with ours be related; And tho’ we are the Knaves, we know who’s the Fool.
