- Miscellaneous Poe m s.

Which when obtain’d, this Patriot had his Ends,And farewel all his plain well meaning Friends;There was no Plot, no Popish Duke to fear,

With Dan by all our Dangers disappear;

Danby thus setting, to prevent dark Night,

This paler Moon Ihews forth its clearer Light,Misguides our Confellors with her glim’ring Rap,And all our Men of Bus’ness lose their Way :

Our Parliament’s diffolv’d, new Members meet,.An Oxford Journey must allay their Heat:

But the true EngHjh Interest appear’d,

The Silver Smiths for their Diana fear’d;.

Pop’ry would pass on us in no Disguise,.

No Flow’rs could hide that Serpent from our Eyes,We’re in such haste dissolv’d, that in the StreetNew chosen with distolving-Memfeers meet;

And then a Paper, in good David’s Name,

Must the Proceedings of the House defame.-Sheriff’s and Juries pack’d, Justices madeKnights of th' Address, and all false Colours laid,.To cheat their Party with a vain Conceit,

The People, Parliaments both fear, and hate.What Sampson in a Dungeon, Captive, Blind,.

In spiteful Rage for cruel Foes design’d,

The House of Commons must be thought to do .Against themselves, and those that trust ’em too.The Head shall sooner fear its own right Hand,Parents their smiling Infants Death Command,The chearful Birds sit silent in the Spring,

Than Lords or Commons hurt the Realm or King.They may thy Heroes, that small faithful Band,Precious Counsellors, who dare singly stand’Gainst the collective Wifidom of the Land..

David in Exile had more Friends than thouWilt to his best, his happier Days allow.

Why sounds thy Trumpet in the Time of Peace ?Art thou afraid our Differences Ihould cease,

That thus thou talk’st of Rebels, Treasons, moreThan any Irilh Witness ever swore-/ Sol