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The Satanical CABAL, a VISION.

RAWN by my penfive thoughts into a field, [yield; Where unheard plains my griefs fome eafe might Griefs that arofe, as David's did to fee

The good and juft oppreft, the wicked free;
A doubt he scarce could folve, too hard for me:
Till weary'd nature over-preft with thought,
Sunk under fleep; and fleep this vifion brought.

Methought old Albion's genius did appear,
With expectation full, and full of fear:
He cry'd this day determines England's fate;
All hell about it are in keen debate.
Strait Milton's Pandemonium did appear,
As when hell's princes fat confulting there,

Of conqu❜ring heav'n, but vanquifh'd nought but air.
Satan the vileft of the fiends that fell
Sat prefident; while leffer imps of hell,
Were fent to divers ftations to proclam
A folemn confult in the devil's name:
Thither to fummon all who factions head;
And those who by pretended zeal are led,
To thriving fins, and act the worst of crimes:
Sin close themselves; yet wou'd reform the times.
Ably appear'd, first of the prick-ear'd race,
All leffer fiends gave him the second place:
H' had damn'd more fouls than any devil there;
Were Satan absent he'd deserve the chair;

His minion baftard follow'd in the crowd,
For him more fool than knave they all allow'd ;
Bran -was next; to him next Ef-fate,
Jo-Win-thofe bell-weathers of state:
One Satan's counsel, t'other advocate.
A fpurious brood fit for no place but hell,
Fill'd up the court their names too long to tell :

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Fam'd

government.

Fam'd traitors, or their spawn, whose joint confent
Murder'd their king, o'erthrew the
(Fit counsellors for fuch a prefident!)
Difcord, confufion, famine, civil war,
Attended on the court: there heralds were
To act what they decreed. The council fat,
All things prepar'd they enter'd on debate,
When Satan thus, you matchlefs peers of hell, .
Fathers confcript, (whose wisdom who can tell ?)
Long did we battle 'gainft the Northern ifle,
Whofe guardian angel fet and laugh'd the while
At our vain projects; prince and people were
Bulwark'd by heav'n, heav'ns peculiar care,
Like Eden fenc'd; one entrance round about,
And there the fword of juftice kept me out.
Their monarch fear'd abroad, beloved at home,
Ev'n hell itself despair'd to overcome:
But what our force united cou'd not do,
This noble peer has found a way unto.
A fhame to hell, and devils thus to fee
A mortal's malice can do more than we!
But fay, the ways, the means, my darling fon;
That hell may learn how this great deed was done,
Then spoke the caitiff thus:

Luxurious eafe and plenty made 'em proud,
And reformation's name ftill takes the croud;
Sufpicious, caufeless jealoufies, and fears,
At first we foftly whisper'd in mens ears:
Then publick libels bolder treasons spoke ;
But, above all, religion was our cloak,
That fpecious vizor rebels ever took.
The fubjects poifon'd thus, we had recourfe
To means, to part the king's united force.
Dudley and Somerfet, while join'd stood well;
One taken off, the other quickly fell :
Against that admiral there was fome pretence;
But nothing cou'd be urg'd against this prince
But love, and zeal for truth, and innocence.

Tho' arm'd with virtues, I laid a defign
Deep as your hell itself; I boaft 'twas mine :

Plebeians

Plebeians firft we nam'd, as in a plot ;
And tho' the wisest heads perceiv'd it not,
York was the royal mark at which we shot,
For commons blood made way to noble game;

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We found 'twou'd take, and peers, then prince we name;
Imprifon'd fome, and fome to exile went;

For none was safe, tho' ne'er fo innocent,
True fons of Belial's oaths made out our caufe ;
By lawyers help, we over-rul'd the laws :
We

got the houfe of commons on our fide;
And those that join'd not with us vilify'd.
Affifted thus, if all our wiles shou'd fail,
We thought by open force we might prevail :
We boldly ftruck at all, and did defign,
Against all laws both human and divine,
Quite to cut off at once the royal line;
And by degrees debase the fovereign pow'r :
When all our hopes (curft be the fatal hour!)
Abortive prov'd;

Our darling commons unexpected fell,

Tho' by a ghoft forewarn'd, went quick to hell.

Here Satan interpos'd. This to repair,
Is this day's council call'd; for thus you hear
The royal lion 'fcap'd the hunters toil,
He now lives happy northwards on this ifle:
Parting the royal pair fucceeds not well;
Their loves unite 'em, and protect 'em ftill.
To break this facred union, let us now,
Philistines-like, with Sampfon's heifer plow.
That be thy work, my peer. While this he faid,
Nuncius, a wily fiend from 'Scotland fled,
Enters, and cries, O fave me, hell! for I
From York's too pow'rful guardian angel fly;
Thither I went, defign'd, by your command,
To fow rebellion in that fruitful land,
To wound that prince's intereft there and find
Some fresh occafion to difturb his mind;
But against all my arts he found defence,
Arm'd with religion, courage, innocence;
Belov'd, ador'd by all, there juftice flows
In equal ftreams, and none oppression knows ;

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Rebellion

Rebellion there meets with its juft reward,
And loyalty is had in due regard :

Bleft in each other, prince and people are ;
He in their love, they in his watchful care.
Th' Almighty, who well knew my vile intent;
A guardian angel to his fuccour fent:

I (who had try'd the force of heav'nly fteel,
And fince our fall its dire effects still feel ;)
From far perceiv'd him coming; at whofe fight,
To fave myself and you, I took my flight.
But, oh! he comes! he's here!

At his approach, th' infernal spirits shook,
Down to your hell, he cry'd! while this he spoke ;
The fabrick funk, diffolv'd in fire and smoke.

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The

IN

The Whig's Ghoft.

N dead of night, when the pale moon
Had got to the nocturnal noon,
Betwixt her light, and what was lent
From twinkling candle almoft spent,
As I lay flumbering on my bed,

I faw, methought, a man, was dead:
Gravely he stalk'd, and stood, and star'd,
While I lay trembling and was fcar'd.
Dumb for a while, at last I broke
Silence, and to the fantom spoke
Methinks you're one that I have seen,
Oh! tell me, ghost, were have you
He foon reply'd, with accent hollow,
In words conform to these that follow.

been:

From the Tartarean fhades below,
That neither bounds, nor bottom know
(Where a new life the curfed gain,
Thro' conftant torments, endless pain)
I, by permiffion, come, to tell
What government there is in hell.
Because I know thou art a Tory,
To thee I chose t' impart my story;
For thou wilt joyfully reveal,

What Whigs (that long for common-weal
Like Spartan boys,) will ftill conceal :
Attend then, and my narrative

Communicate to all alive.

I am the foul of one of thofe
That both the king and law oppofe,
And itch with confcientious fcurvy,
To turn the kingdom topfy-turvy ;
Rogues that prefume themselves appointed,
To contradict the lord's anointed:
Those that wou'd murder an addressor,
And cut the legs of true fucceffor,

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