Part 3
Pity it is, he said, this Sword of mine, Of late so gloriously did shine, In Foreign Fields 'midst Show'rs of Blood, With which I've cut my Passage through The Snowy _Alps_ and _Pyrenean_ Hills, Where Death the Land with vast Destruction fills, 'Mongst Warriors, who Venture their Lives for their dear Countries good, Should now be laid aside 'Mongst Rubbish Iron old, From reaking Blood scarce cold; Or else converted to a _Knife_, For some damn'd Villain first to cut A Princes Bread, and next his Throat: In vain we venture to preserve his Life, In vain to Foreign Fields we come, In vain to Foreign Force alli'd, If a nefarious Brood at Home Embarrass his Affairs, Prolong the Wars, Only t' enrich his Enemies, Weaken his Government, and his Allies.
XIV.
'Tis strange a Prince, shou'd ere a _Fool_ preferr, To be an Officer! A _Knave_ may serve an unjust Government, But ne'er prevent Those Mischiefs may attend the just: For who would trust A Villain may be bought by Gold, Unless design'd on purpose to be sold? If Princes wou'd use _Fools_ as Shop-men do Their Signs or Boards of show, To tell the passers by there's better stuff Within, 'tis rational enough. But to set Centry at the Door, } A Patriot or a Senator, } Philosopher or Orator, } To tell the Passers by their is within, A _Merry Andrew_ to be seen, Is very much ridiculous, Tho' to our grief we often find it thus. Thus Princes Bastardize Their Countries Sons Legitimate, And give the fair Estate Unto a Spurious Brood, That ne'er did good; The honest Work, the _Knave_ enjoys the Prize.
XV.
A Government adorn'd with Fools, Empty Trifles, useless Tools, Looks like a Toy-Shop gloriously bedeckt With gawdy gewgaws, Childrens play things, Painted Babies, Tinsel Creatures, Wooden Folk, with Human features, Made just for show, and no advantage brings, And prove of no effect. It dwindles to a _Raree-Show_, In which no Man must act a Part But the dull _Blockhead_ and the _Beau_, The huffing _Fop_ without a Heart; What Wise Man would a Journey take On a dull Steed has broke his Back? Or have recourse Unto a _Hobby-Horse_? Those act by such wise Rules, Who prop Just Princes by a Tyrant's Tools.
XVI.
Surely the Genius of a fruitful Isle Is either lost, Or what is worst, Murder'd by those who shou'd support her Fame, Add Glory to her Name; The Heavens themselves have cast an angry look, Seldom the Glorious Sun does shine But Veils its face Divine. _Jove_ does misguide the Seasons every Year; Nought can we read in Nature's Book, To reap her Fruits scarce worth our while. Our Mother Earth, From whose unhappy Womb, We Mortals come, Ne'er shows a Glorious Birth, But proves abortive as our Actions are; Nought have we left but hope, Just like the Blind at Noon we grope: The number of our Sins we must fulfil, And if we're sav'd, it is against our will.
_FINIS._
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THE
FOREIGNERS.
A
POEM.
PART I.
_LONDON_,
Printed for _A. Baldwin_ in _Warwicklane_,
MDCC.
The Foreigners.
Long time had _Israel_ been disus'd from Rest, Long had they been by Tyrants sore opprest; Kings of all sorts they ignorantly crav'd, And grew more stupid as they were enslav'd; Yet want of Grace they impiously disown'd, And still like Slaves beneath the Burden groan'd: With languid Eyes their Race of Kings they view, The Bad too many, and the Good too few; Some rob'd their Houses, and destroy'd their Lives, Ravish'd their Daughters, and debauch'd their Wives; Prophan'd the Altars with polluted Loves, And worship'd Idols in the Woods and Groves.
To Foreign Nations next they have recourse; Striving to mend, they made their State much worse. They first from _Hebron_ all their Plagues did bring, Cramm'd in the Single Person of a King; From whose base Loins ten thousand Evils flow, Which by Succession they must undergo. Yet sense of Native Freedom still remains, They fret and grumble underneath their Chains; Incens'd, enrag'd, their Passion do's arise, Till at his Palace-Gate their Monarch dies. This Glorious Feat was by the Fathers done, Whose Children next depos'd his Tyrant Son, Made him, like _Cain_, a murd'rous Wanderer, Both of his Crimes, and of his Fortunes share.
But still resolv'd to split on Foreign Shelves, Rather than venture once to trust Themselves, To Foreign Courts and Councils do resort, To find a King their Freedoms to support: Of one for mighty Actions fam'd they're told, Profoundly wise, and desperately bold, Skilful in War, Successful still in Fight, Had vanquish'd Hosts, and Armies put to flight; And when the Storms of War and Battels cease, Knew well to steer the Ship of State in Peace. Him they approve, approaching to their sight; Lov'd by the Gods, of Mankind the Delight. The numerous Tribes resort to see him land, Cover the Beach, and blacken all the Strand; With loud Huzza's they welcome him on shore, And for their Blessing do the Gods implore.
The Sanhedrim conven'd, at length debate The sad Condition of their drooping State, And Sinking Church, just ready now to drown; And with one Shout they do the Hero crown.
Ah Happy _Israel_! had there never come Into his Councils crafty Knaves at home, In combination with a Foreign Brood, Sworn Foes to _Israel_'s Rights and _Israel_'s Good; Who impiously foment Intestine Jars, Exhaust our Treasure, and prolong our Wars; Make _Israel_'s People to themselves a prey, Mislead their King, and steal his Heart away: United Intrests thus they do divide, The State declines by Avarice and Pride; Like Beasts of Prey they ravage all the Land, Acquire Preferments, and usurp Command: The Foreign Inmates the Housekeepers spoil, And drain the Moisture of our fruitful Soil. If to our Monarch there are Honours due, Yet what with _Gibeonites_ have we to do? When Foreign States employ 'em for their Food, To draw their Water, and to hew their Wood. What Mushroom Honours dos our Soil afford! One day a Begger, and the next a Lord. What dastard Souls do _Jewish_ Nobles wear! The Commons such Affronts would never bear. Let no Historian the sad Stories tell Of thy base Sons, Oh servile _Israel_! But thou, my Muse, more generous and brave, Shalt their black Crimes from dark oblivion save; To future Ages shalt their Sins disclose, And brand with Infamy thy Nation's Foes.
A Country lies, due East from _Judah_'s Shoar, Where stormy Winds and noisy Billows roar; A Land much differing from all other Soils, Forc'd from the Sea, and buttress'd up with Piles. No marble Quarrys bind the spungy Ground, But Loads of Sand and Cockle-shells are found: Its Natives void of Honesty and Grace, A Boorish, rude, and an inhumane Race; From Nature's Excrement their Life is drawn, Are born in Bogs, and nourish'd up from Spawn. Their hard-smoak'd Beef is their continual Meat, Which they with Rusk, their luscious Manna, eat; Such Food with their chill stomachs best agrees, They sing _Hosannah_ to a Mare's-milk Cheese. To supplicate no God, their Lips will move, Who speaks in Thunder like Almighty _Jove_, But watry Deities they do invoke, Who from the Marshes most Divinely croak. Their Land, as if asham'd their Crimes to see, Dives down beneath the surface of the Sea. _Neptune_, the God who do's the Seas command, Ne'er stands on Tip-toe to descry their Land; But seated on a Billow of the Sea, With Ease their humble Marshes do's survey. These are the Vermin do our State molest; Eclipse our Glory, and disturb our Rest.
_BENTIR_ in the Inglorious Roll the first, _Bentir_ to this and future Ages curst, Of mean Descent, yet insolently proud, Shun'd by the Great, and hated by the Crowd; Who neither Blood nor Parentage can boast, And what he got the _Jewish_ Nation lost: By lavish Grants whole Provinces he gains, Made forfeit by the _Jewish_ Peoples Pains; Till angry Sanhedrims such Grants resume, And from the Peacock take each borrow'd Plume. Why should the _Gibeonites_ our Land engross, And aggrandize their Fortunes with our loss? Let them in foreign States proudly command, They have no Portion in the Promis'd Land, Which immemorially has been decreed To be the Birth-right of the _Jewish_ Seed. How ill do's _Bentir_ in the Head appear } Of Warriours, who do _Jewish_ Ensigns bear? } By such we're grown e'en Scandalous in War. } Our Fathers Trophies wore, and oft could tell How by their Swords the mighty Thousands fell; What mighty Deeds our Grandfathers had done, What Battels fought, what Wreaths of Honour won: Thro the extended Orb they purchas'd Fame, The Nations trembling at their Awful Name: Such wondrous Heroes our Fore-fathers were, When we, base Souls! but Pigmies are in War: By Foreign Chieftains we improve in Skill; We learn how to intrench, not how to kill: For all our Charge are good Proficients made In using both the Pickax and the Spade. But in what Field have we a Conquest wrought? In Ten Years War what Battel have we fought?
If we a Foreign Slave may use in War, Yet why in Council should that Slave appear? If we with _Jewish_ Treasure make him great, Must it be done to undermine the State? Where are the Antient Sages of Renown? } No _Magi_ left, fit to advise the Crown? } Must we by Foreign Councils be undone? } Unhappy _Israel_, who such Measures takes, And seeks for Statesmen in the Bogs and Lakes; Who speak the Language of most abject Slaves, Under the Conduct of our _Jewish_ Knaves. Our _Hebrew_'s murder'd in their hoarser Throats; How ill their Tongues agree with _Jewish Notes_! Their untun'd Prattle do's our Sense confound, Which in our Princely Palaces do's sound; The self-same Language the old Serpent spoke, When misbelieving _Eve_ the Apple took: Of our first Mother why are we asham'd, When by the self-same Rhetorick we are damn'd?
But _Bentir_, not Content with such Command, To canton out the _Jewish_ Nation's Land; He do's extend to Other Coasts his Pride, And other Kingdoms into Parts divide: Unhappy _Hiram_! dismal is thy Song; Tho born to Empire, thou art ever young! Ever in Nonage, canst no Right transfer: But who made _Bentir_ thy Executor? What mighty Power do's _Israel_'s Land afford? } What Power has made the famous _Bentir_ Lord? } The Peoples Voice, and _Sanhedrim_'s Accord. } Are not the Rights of People still the same? Did they e'er differ in or Place or Name? Have not Mankind on equal Terms still stood, Without Distinction, since the mighty Flood? And have not _Hiram_'s Subjects a free Choice To chuse a King by their united Voice? If _Israel_'s People cou'd a Monarch chuse, A living King at the same time refuse; That _Hiram_'s People, shall it e'er be said, Have not the Right of Choice when he is dead? When no Successor to the Crown's in sight, The Crown is certainly the Peoples Right. If Kings are made the People to enthral, We had much better have no King at all: But Kings, appointed for the Common Good, Always as Guardians to their People stood. And Heaven allows the People sure a Power To chuse such Kings as shall not them devour: They know full well what best will serve themselves, How to avoid the dang'rous Rocks and Shelves.
Unthinking _Israel_! Ah henceforth beware How you entrust this faithless Wanderer! He who another Kingdom can divide, } May set your Constitution soon aside, } And o'er your Liberties in Triumph ride. } Support your Rightful Monarch and his Crown, But pull this proud, this croaking Mortal down.
Proceed, my Muse; the Story next relate Of _Keppech_ the Imperious Chit of State, Mounted to Grandeur by the usual Course Of Whoring, Pimping, or a Crime that's worse; Of Foreign Birth, and undescended too, Yet he, like _Bentir_, mighty Feats can do. He robs our Treasure, to augment his State, And _Jewish_ Nobles on his Fortunes wait: Our ravish'd Honours on his Shoulder wears, And Titles from our Antient Rolls he tears. Was e'er a prudent People thus befool'd, By upstart Foreigners thus basely gull'd? Ye _Jewish_ Nobles, boast no more your Race, Or sacred Badges did your Fathers grace! In vain is Blood, or Parentages, when Ribbons and Garters can ennoble Men. To Chivalry you need have no recourse, The gawdy Trappings make the Ass a Horse. No more, no more your Antient Honours own, By slavish _Gibeonites_ you are outdone: Or else your Antient Courage reassume, And to assert your Honours once presume; From off their Heads your ravish'd Lawrels tear, And let them know what _Jewish_ Nobles are.
_THE END._
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16. Nevil Payne, _Fatal Jealousy_ (1673).
17. Nicholas Rowe, _Some Account of the Life of Mr. William Shakespeare_ (1709).
18. "Of Genius," in _The Occasional Paper_, Vol. III, No. 10 (1719); and Aaron Hill's Preface to _The Creation_ (1720).
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1962-1963
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104. Thomas D'Urfey, _Wonders in the Sun, or, the Kingdom of the Birds_ (1706).
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