For thrashing mountains, and with spells
For hallowing carriers" packs and bells;
Things that the legend never heard of,
But made the Wicked fore afeard of.
The quacks of government (who sate
At th' unregarded helm of ftate,
And understood this wild confufion
Of fatal madnefs and delufion,
Muft, fooner than a prodigy,
Portend deftruction to be nigh)

330

335

Confider'd timely how t' withdraw,

And fave their wind-pipes from the law;

340

For one rencounter at the bar

Was worse than all they 'ad fcap'd in war;

And therefore met in confultation

To cant and quack upon the nation

Not for the fickly patient's fake,

345

Nor what to give, but what to take;
To feel the pulfes of their fees,
More wife than fumbling arteries;
Prolong the fnuff of life in pain,
And from the grave recover-Gain.

'Mong these there was a politician

With more heads than a beaft in vifion,.

350

And

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cup; let their blood be fpilled like water; let their "blood be facrificed to thee, O God, for the fins of "our nation."

Ver. 351.] This was Sir Anthony-Ashley Cooper, who complied with every change in thofe times.

But barbarous when they came to fall:
For, by trepanning th' old to ruin,

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He made his intereft with the new one;
Play'd true and faithful, though against

His confcience, and was ftill advanc'd :
For, by the witchcraft of rebellion
Transform'd t' a feeble State-camelion,
By giving aim from fide to fide,
He never fail'd to fave his tide,

370

But got the start of every state,

And, at a change, ne'er came too late;

Could turn his word, and oath, and faith,

375

As many ways as in a lath;

By turning wriggle, like a fcrew,

Int' highest truft, and out, for new:
For when he 'ad happily incurr'd,
Inftead of hemp, to be preferr'd,
And pafs'd upon a government,
He play'd his trick, and out he went ;

380

But

But being out, and out of hopes

To mount his ladder (more) of ropes,
Would strive to raise himself upon
The public ruin, and his own;
So little did he understand

The defperate feats he took in hand,

385

For, when he 'ad got himfelf a name

For frauds and tricks, he fpoil'd his game;
Had forc'd his neck into a noofe,

390

To fhew his play at faft and loofe;

And, when he chanc'd t' efcape, mistook,
For art and fubtlety, his luck.

So right his judgment was cut fit,

395

And made a tally to his wit,

And both together most profound

At deeds of darkness under ground;
As th' earth is eafieft undermin'd,

By vermin impotent and blind.

400

O' th' compafs in their bones and joints;
Can by their pangs and aches find
All turns and changes of the wind,
And, better than by Napier's bones,
Feel in their own the age of moons;
So guilty finners, in a state,
Can by their crimes prognofticate,

410

And in their confciences feel pain

Some days before a shower of rain:

He, therefore, wifely cast about

415

All ways he could, t' insure his throat,

Ver. 420.] Sir A. Ashley Cooper was of the miller's mind who was concerned in the Cornish rebellion in the year 1558 he, apprehending that Sir William Kingston, Provost-marshal, and a rigorous man upon that occafion, would order him to be hanged upon the next tree before he went off, told his fervant that he expected some gentlemen would come a-fishing to the mill, and, if they inquired for the miller, he ordered him to fay that he was the miller. Sir William came according to expectation, and inquiring for the miller, the poor harmless servant faid he was the miller. Upon which the Provost ordered his fervants to feize him, and

hang him upon the next tree; which terrified the poor fellow, and made him cry out, I am not the miller, but the miller's man. The Provoft told him, "That "he would take him at his word: if (fays he) thou "art the miller, thou art a busy knave and rebel ;— " and if thou art the miller's man, thou art a falfe ly“ing knave, and canft not do thy master more service "than to hang for him :" and, without more ceremony, he was executed.

Yer. 421.] This character exactly fuits John Lil

burn,

An haberdasher of small wares

In politics and state-affairs;

More Jew than Rabbi Achithophel,

425

And better gifted to rebel;

For when h' had taught his tribe to 'spouse

The Cause, aloft upon one house,

He fcorn'd to fet his own in order,

But try'd another, and went further;
So fuddenly addicted still

To's only principle, his will,

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That, whatsoe'er it chanc'd to prove,
Nor force of argument could move,

burn, and no other, efpecially the 437, 438, 439, and 440th lines for it was faid of him, when living, by Judge Jenkins, "That if the world was emptied of "all but himself, Lilburn would quarrel with John, " and John with Lilburn :" which part of his character gave occafion for the following lines at his death;

Is John departed, and is Lilburn gone?
Farewell to both, to Lilburn and to John.
Yet, being dead, take this advice from me,
Let them not both in one grave buried be:
Lay John here, and Lilburn thereabout,

For if they both should meet they would fall out.