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Earl of Rochester.

First, at her Highness’ Ball he must appear,

And in a parting Country Dance, learn thereWith Drum and Fife, to make a Jiggof War.

What is of Soldier seen in all the Heap,

Besides the flutt’ring Father in the Cap,

The Scarf, and Yard or two of Scarlet Cloth,

From Gen’ral Mulgrave, down to little Wroth ?

But now they’re all embark’d, and curse their Fate,Curse Charles that gave ’em Leave, and much moreKate.

Who, than 'Tangier to England and the King,

No greater Plague, besides herself, could bring»

And wish the Moors, since now their Hand was in,

As they have got her Portion, had the Queen.

There leave we them, and back to England comt ;Where, by the wiser Sparks that stay at Home,

In fase Ideas, by their Fancy form’d,

Tangier (like Maejiricht) is at Windsor storm'd,

But now we talk of Maejiricht, where is he,

Fam’d for that brutal Piece of Bravery ?

He with his thick impenetrable Skull,

The folid-harden’d Armour of a Fool ;

Well might himself to all War’s Ills expose,

Who (come what will) yet had no Brains to lose.

Yet this is he, the dull unthinking he,

Who must (forsooth) our future Monarch be.

This Fool, by Fools (Armstrong and Vernon) led, •>Dreams that a Crown will drop upon his Head; >

By great Example he this Path doth tread, J

Following such senseless Asses up and down,

(For Saul sought Asses when he found a Crown)

But