# Faction Display'd/Moderation Display'd

Moderation
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MODERATION
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——————Neq, tempore in ullo Esse queat duplici natura, & corpore bino Ex alienigenis membris compacta potestas.
Lucret. Lib. 5.
By the same Author.
LONDON: Printed in the Year 1705.
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PREFACE.
AT a Time when we are celebrating the Successes of our Arms Abroad, and the Wisdom of our Councils at Home; when there seems to be no room left for Complaints, and the Nation is only prepared to receive Panegyrick; I am sensible a Piece of this kind will be severely censur'd. For those that are taken up with the present Appearances of Things, who are by much the greatest part of the World, will be apt to say it is Unseasonable at least, if not False and Malicious. But, I hope, others who are not content with such superficial Views, (and to such only I wou'd write) will see the Reason and Truth of what ​I have said, and own that it could not be more Seasonably utter'd than at this very Juncture, when we are lull'd with too much Security, and by that means may give Opportunity to a new set of Men to ruine both Church and State with their New Politicks. But, if this Poem came out with all the Advantages imaginable, I am not yet grown so errant an Author, as to think, because the First Part met with a favourable Reception, that I am now therefore privileg'd to dictate to the Readers Judgment, and to ascribe to my own Merit what was only owing to his Candour, or perhaps Partiality. Be that the Business of Dedicating Poets. I have no Ambition of gaining the Reputation of one. 'Tis the last thing I should desire.
My aim is of another sort, and I am abundantly rewarded, if I have been able to contribute any thing to the Publick Service, by detecting the Principles ​and Practices of this New Party, who have assum'd to themselves a very specious Name and Character, and would be thought the only Patriots of their Country. But false Friends are the most dangerous Enemies, and they are yet much more so, when they are invested with Power, and the Ministration of Affairs wholly put into their Hands.
'Tis to be wish'd there were no Occasion for Invectives of this kind, that Great Men did always execute their Trusts, and perform their Duty, and were only the Objects of our Esteem and Admiration. But when the Case is quite otherwise, when they become Treacherous, and betray the Authority delegated to them; 'tis fit they should hear of their Faults, and the People be undeceiv'd, who are grosly impos'd upon by the servile Flatteries of Hireling Writers. A Generation of Animals, that always infest the Doors of Men in ​Power; and tho' one wou'd think their Trash cou'd never pass upon the Moderate, the Grave, and the Wise, yet they are sometimes thought worthy of Pensions, and Places of 1200l. a Year.
It is indeed the just Prerogative of the Throne to be approach'd with Humility and Petitions, even where the Subjects have Grievances to represent. But I know of no such Homage due to its Officers. Nor can I yet be convinced, that it is an arrogant Presumption in private Persons (as some wou'd have it) to examine and censure the Actions of Publick Ministers: who (say they) being nearest the Helm, are consequently best able to judge of what ought, and ought not to be done; whereas Men in a remote Sphere, and at a distance, can not possibly enter into the Councils of State, and must therefore determine rashly and without Knowledge. This is a Doctrine necessary to be preach'd up in Despotick and Arbitrary Governments, ​where all is transacted in the Cabinet, where the Will and Choice of the Prince gives a Sanction to his Creatures, and cannot be controverted without Treason. But in a mixt and limited Monarchy, where the deepest Resorts of Policy and Turns of Government are in some measure known to Men of Rank and Condition, and where a Right of Impeachment is lodged in the House of Commons, it can never be maintained; for that it would destroy this Fundamental Right, and render the Accusation of Great Officers, tho' guilty of never so fatal and pernicious Scotch Counsels, Impracticable. But I wou'd not here be suppos'd to countenance that scandalous Principle of Appealing to the Mob. I leave such Maxims to the Relations and Friends of a certain Lawyer, (since Knighted for other good Services) who at the Observator's Tryal had the Impudence (as the Attorney General very justly called it) to say, that the Crown was in the disposal of the ​People. Nor wou'd I be understood in the least to detract from the Prerogative, which no Man living has in higher Veneration than myself. For I think it never violated but by a profligate abandon'd Nation, and I wish, for the Honour of the English Name, our Annals had recorded no Instances of that kind. But every Age constantly produces some Promoters of Sedition and publick Discontent; or at least such as are mean-spirited enough to sooth a prevailing Party in their low and base Opinions of Monarchy: and I cannot with any Patience read a Sermon lately Printed, called The Subjects Duty, where the Preacher (tho' a celebrated Divine of our Church, whose Principles are entirely Monarchical) has freely asserted several Hobbish Notions, and told us, that Democracy is of equal esteem with Monarchy, that Succession is a Jest, that all Forms ​of Government are in their own Nature mutable, and may be altered, or quite rescinded, as the Power in being shall think fit. Which is a Virulent Insinuation, destructive of the Establishment under which he lives; and 'tis pity he enjoys the Benefit and Protection of it. But the Satisfaction is, his Discourse is penned in too heavy and unartful a manner to gain many Proselytes.
But as to our Statesmen present Scheme of Moderation, I must confess I cannot imagine how they would explain it, or what Moderation is according to their Practices. 'Tis like the Philosophers Materia Subtilis, something that cannot be defined; a Principle meerly negative and unintelligible. For the Logicians have stated no Medium, that I know of, between Truth and Falshood, nor the Moralists any between ​Virtue and Vice, I am sure we have already felt the grievous Effects of it in many things, and especially in the unhappy Division between the Two Houses. For I will venture to affirm, that if other Measures had been taken, some Incendiaries durst never have presumed to invade the Privileges of the House of Commons, and to asperse those worthy Members of it, whose chief Study and Care (to or their immortal Honour be it said) seems to have been the Defence of the Prerogative; whilst their Opponents were endeavouring to advance their own Usurping Judicature above it, to direct the Crown in the Disposition of all Offices, and to circumscribe even its Executive Power; which when once done, there is an end of Monarchical Government in England; and we may call our Princes by what Illustrious Names and Titles we please, but they will ​insensibly dwindle into meer Dukes of Venice. A Reflection ought to awaken those that are nearest concerned. But I will not here presume to enter into an Argument, which would require a large and elaborate Volume. I hope some abler Pen will undertake it, and with a just Freedom expose several late extraordinary Proceedings to the World.
But this New Policy is not more pernicious and tending to the Destruction of the Government, than it is absurd and ridiculous in itself. For how can Men of common Understanding pretend to look two ways at once, to blow hot and cold, and fancy that every body does not see through the pitiful Disguise and Artifice? They call themselves true Sons of the Church, and yet make no Scruple of opposing a Bill, which (they own) is ​essential to its Preservation. Because it is offered at an unreasonable Time, and in a violent and unparliamentary Method. As if any time could be more seasonable, than the Reign we now enjoy, and it was not as necessary to make wholesome Laws, as to engage in a just and honourable War: For in vain we conquer at Bleinheim, if our Constitution be neglected at Westminster. Or as if any Method can be said to be violent and unparliamentary which has been frequently practised in obtaining some of our best Statutes. I suppose no Man will presume to urge it as an Argument against the Force and Validity of them, But it is the Misfortune of the English Nation to be imposed upon by Words: And I doubt not but the Name of a Tacker will be represented at the next Elections (by the Whig and Moderate Emissaries) as more ​odious than that of an Atheist. They would be thought great Favourers of the Tory Party (as the Language now is), when upon all occasions they take care to discountenance them, and encourage only the protest Enemies of Church and State, under a shallow Pretence, that they are a numerous and formidable Body, and ought therefore to be preferred (as we see they daily are) to Places of the greatest Honour and Profit, that they may not grow mutinous, and complain of Persecution; which methinks should rather be a strong Argument for using all possible means to suppress such unruly seditious Spirits. Nay, so tender are they of their Dissenting Brethren, that I am told it bas lately been delivered as Law by a Great Man in, W———r Hall, that a notorious perjured Vagabond, with two Wives at once, being possess'd of a ​separate Congregation, tho' without any Licence or legal Qualification to Preach to them, shall for that Reason only be exempt from the late Act for Listing Vagrants. This favourable Opinion has encouraged one of their Hackney Pillory'd Scriblers to Dedicate an impudent and scandalous Libel to the Queen in the Name of the whole Body of Dissenters, wherein, her Majesty is treated with a Familiarity and Insolence peculiar to that Party, and the Church traduced in most opprobrious and Billinsgate Language.
I heartily pity some young Gentlemen, who were unwarily drawn in. For they now find themselves impos'd upon, their Fortunes not much advanc'd, and their Reputations sacrificed. There is no need of a Prophetick Spirit to foresee, that their Crafty Leader himself will in a ​very short time be supplanted by his New Allies; and if he falls unpitied by his Old Friends, he must consider, 'tis but the just Reward of his prevaricating deceitful Practices.
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Moderation
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AGain, my Muse—Nor fear the steepy Flight, Pursue the Fury thro’ the Realms of Night; Explore the Depth of Hell, the secret Cause, Whence the New Scheme of Moderation rose;
Now Faction re-assum'd her Native Throne, Which prostrate Fiends with awful Homage own, A Crown of Eating Flame her Temples bound, Darting a Blew Malignant Radiance round. An Iron Scepter in her Hand she bore, Emblem of Vengeance and destructive Pow'r, A bloody Canopy hung o'er her Head, Where the Four falling Empires are pourtray'd. Monarchs Depos'd beneath her Foot-stool lie, And all around is Hell and Anarchy, Whilst thus she tow'ring sat, the Subject Train With Shouts proclaim'd the Triumphs of her Reign. Then they the Chaos sung, and Nature's Jars, How the first Atoms urg'd their Medley Wars,
How Civil Discord and Intestine Rage Have boil'd in ev'ry Nation, ev'ry Age. They sung Divided Albion's hapless State, Her Clashing Senate's Feuds, her lab'ring Church's Fate: And, as her coming Ruin they exprest, A sullen Rapture swell'd in ev'ry Breast. For such the Bent of their Distorted Will, Only to know Delight in Thoughts of Ill. But on a sudden, Lo! descending flew, A Meagre Ghost, which soon the Fury knew, Cethego newly Dead, her Darling Pride, Whose Firm Unwav'ring Faith she long had try'd, Long in her Secret Councels had retain'd, By which her Empire o'er our Isle she gain'd.
No sooner was arriv'd the Welcome Guest, But him in soothing Terms, she thus addrest: Hail best Belov'd of all my Sons, Receive What Praise, what Joy these Gloomy Realms can give; For 'tis to thy Successful Arts I owe My Reign above, my Triumph here below. This said, th' Unbodied Shade obsequious kneel'd, Struck with Amazement, and with Rapture fill'd. O Mighty Queen! Permit me to Adore Thy Awful Shrine, thy all Informing Pow'r, Whose nearer Influence my Breast Inspires With Glorious Rage and Mischievous Desires. 'Twas in Thy Cause I sunk a mouldring Frame, Unequal to the Hardy Task of Fame.
But still my Mind releas'd from Mortal pains, Her innate Faculty of Ill retains. More he had said, but the surrounding Throng, Impatient of delay, pursu'd their Noisy Song.
Mean time the Fiend revolving in her Thought The mighty Change Cethego's Death had wrought, Resolv'd at length to Summon to her Aid Each plotting Dæmon, each Seditious Shade. She gave the Signal, and a Dreadful Sound Shook the Infernal Dreary Mansions round. Then thus she eas'd her anxious Soul.——— O dearest Friend! O faithful Ministers! Ye mutual Partners of my Joys and Cares!
New Ways, new Means my restless Thoughts imploy, How Albion to reduce, her Peace destroy. Long have I labour'd, but alas! In vain, For now Succeeds the Heav'nly Anna's Reign; Who watchful Guards a Stubborn Peoples Good, By Fears not stagger'd, nor by Force subdu'd. Such are the Gifts of her Capacious Mind, Where Justice Mercy Piety are joyn'd. As Motion Light and Heat, combin'd in one, Make up the Glorious Essence of the Sun. But still she Mortal is, nor will I cease, Till my Revenge be Crown'd with wish'd Success. First then, suppose we shou'd divest the Throne Of Friends, whose Souls are Kindred to her own.
Celsus Disgrac'd, Hortensio next appears, Whose Vigilance still Baffles all my Cares; To whom by Right of Ancestry belong A Loyal Heart, and a perswasive Tongue. Now Plots are form'd, and publick Tempests rowl, He boasts a strange unshaken Strength of Soul. Fearless against her Foes the Church sustains, Alike their Friendship and their Hate disdains, Disdains their Clamour and Seditious Noise, Secure in the Applauding Senate's Voice. Of Noble Stem, in whose Collat'ral Lines Virtue with equal Force and Lustre shines. When Suada pleads, Success attends the Cause, Suada the Glory of the British Laws.
Not the Fam'd Orators of Old were heard With more attentive Awe, more deep Regard, When Thronging round them, their Charm'd Audience hung, On the attracting Musick of their Tongue, Nor Hell to Lælio can her Praise refuse, Whose Worth deserves his own recording Muse; Who in Sophia's Court, with just Applause, Maintain'd his Sov'reign's Rights, his Country's Cause. For 'tis in him, with Anguish that I find$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ All the Endowments of a Gen'rous Mind, Whate'er is Great and Brave, whate'er Refin'd. For 'tis in him Fame doubly does Commend An Active Patriot, and a Faithful Friend.
Then from this near Attendance be remov'd Urbano, tho' by All Admir'd and Lov'd; Tho' his sweet Temper and obliging Port, Become his Office, and Adorn the Court. He seems by Nature form'd Mankind to pleafe,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ So Free, so Unconstrain'd is his Address, Improv'd by ev'ry Virtue, ev'ry Grace, Senato too, who Bravely does deride Sempronia's little Arts, and Female Pride; Whose Lofty Look, and whose Majestick Mien Confess the tow'ring Godlike Soul within. A Speaker of unparallel'd Renown, Long in the Senate, long in Council known. Ally'd to Celsus by the Noblest Claim, By the same Principles, by Worth the same.
Old as he is, still Firm his Heart remains, And dauntless his declining Frame sustains. So, pois'd on its own Base, the Center bears The Nodding Fabrick of the Universe. Nereo shall cease t' extend his Anna's Reign, High as the Stars, unbounded as the Main. 'Tis He, whose Valour the Batavian Wars. Inur'd to Glory from his greener Years. 'Tis He Le Hogue's opposing Ord'nance bore, Nor fear'd the Lightning's Flash, nor Thunder's Roar. 'Tis He (with Scipio darling of their Isle) From vanquish'd Vigo forc'd the Indian spoil. 'Tis he the Streights Defence so lately Storm'd, A Town by Nature Fortified and Arm'd.
'Tis He, unequal far in Force, o'ercame A Fleet secure of Conquest and of Fame, A Fleet by vast expence for Fight prepar'd, At once the Spaniards Terror and their Guard. 'Tis he my Pois'nous baleful Breath has Born, But with a gen'rous and Heroick Scorn. For Fiends must still this just monition have, Envy's the Coward's homage to the Brave. Nor Bajazet shall Rule in favour long, Tho' he so sweetly Gloriana Sung. A Son of Phæbus, whose Seraphick lays Were only equal to her Heav'nly Praise. But He not claims the Muses art alone, Whose Nobler Gifts in ev'ry Sphear have shone. A Soul he boasts with Native Grandeur born, That my Volpone's Schemes rejects with Scorn:
Form'd of a brighter and diviner Mould, Can ne'er by humbler Reason be controul'd; Can ne'er in Dark involv'd Designments join, But bravely with the Court will all_its Pow'r resign. Here as their various Virtues she confest,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ Rancour innate and Vengeance shook her Breast. She paus'd—At length her further Mind exprest.
Be these, and such as these, discharg'd from Court, The Better Genii that the Crown, support: Then in their stead let Mod'rate Statesmen Reign, Practice their new pretended Golden Mean. A Notion undefin'd in Virtues Schools, Unrecommended by her sacred Rules.
A Modern-Coward Principle, design'd To stifle Justice, and unnerve the Mind. A Trick by Knaves contriv'd, impos'd on Fools, But Scorn'd by Patriot and Exalted Souls. For Mod'rate Statesmen, like Camelions, wear A diff'rent Form in ev'ry diff'rent Air. They stick at nothing to Secure their Ends, Caress their Enemies, betray their Friends. Their Medley Temper, their Amphibious Mind Is fraught with Principles of ev'ry kind; Nor ever can from Stain and Error free, Assert its Native Truth, and Energy. As the four Elements so blended were In their first Chaos, so united there, That since they ne'er could fully be disjoyn'd, Each retains something of each other's Kind;
Nor this is wholy Air, nor that pure Flame, But still in both some Atoms are the same.
Let Jano, second of this Trimming Band, Next to Volpone deck'd with Honours stand. Like him for black Ingratitude Renown'd, Like him With all the Gifts of Cunning crown'd. None better can the Jarring Senate guide, Or lure the Flying Camp to either side, Of an Invet'rate Old Fanatick Race, Of Canting Parents, sprung this Child of Grace. In Show a Tory, but a Whig in Heart,
For Saints may safely act the Sinner's part. Once he was ours, and will be ours again, For Art to stifle Nature strives in vain,
For ev'ry thing, when from its Center born, Still thither tends, still thither will return. So from it's Orb a Comet glaring Flies, With unauspicious Beams thro' distant Skies; But soon Revolting to it's Native Sphear, Owns the attractive Force and Vortex there. Let him with these Accomplishments supply Hortensio's steady Faith, and Loyalty. Bruchus, for he has Wealth to buy a Place, Shall wear Urbano's Key, his Post disgrace. A worthy Son, in whom collected shine The Follies of his Mad and Ideot Line. Lord of the woful Countenance, whose Skin Seems fear'd without, and putrify'd within. A Dapper Animal, whose Pigmy Size Provokes the Ladies Scorn, and mocks their Eyes.
But Balls and Musick are his greatest Care, So willing is the Wretch to please the Fair. 'Tis strange, that Men, what Nature has deny'd, Should make their only Aim, their only Pride. Let Britono, who from the Parent Moon Derives his Welch Descent directly down, Succeed Senato in his High Command, And bear the Staff of Honour in his Hand. A flutt'ring empty Fop, that ev'ry Night, Sits Laughing loud, and Jesting in the Pit, Whilst a surrounding Crowd of Whores and Bawds, His sprightly Converse, and his Wit applauds. An Atlas proper to sustain the Weight Of an Incumber'd and declining State.
Thersites, an Apostate Brother, long For Railing fam'd, and Virulence of Tongue; Who lately held in scandalous Disgrace The fawning Courtier, and the Slave in Place. Who vilify'd, for every slight Offence, With equal Gall the Statesman and the Prince: Now, soften'd by Advancement, can controul The wonted Rage and Fury of his Soul: An Advocate for Moderation grows, Would heal their Breaches, and their Jars compose; Forgets that he the Guilty Court disclaim'd, And loudly praises what he once defam'd. So Northern Mastiffs, in a warmer Sun, Their Fierceness loose, and gentler Natures own.
Causidico, whom fear of Want made Bold, Barters his boasted Honesty for Gold. Tacks and Impeachments once he urg'd as Law, To curb the Throne, the Ministry to awe: Witness Sigillo and the Irish Grants; But cease we now, he cries, those old Complaints. Let us restrain our too impetuous Zeal, Nor ever tack a persecuting Bill. Let us henceforth offending Statesmen screen; Let Justice sleep in Anna's gentle Reign. So is the Patriot chang'd from what he was; So solid a Conviction is a Place. Not rais'd for this by Abdon's bounteous Hand, Abdon, whose Virtues ev'ry Praise demand,
Abdon, who with his Post his Truth maintains, Whose steady Soul a Wav'ring Renegade disdains. Thracio, who arrogantly vaunted Young, The Politicians Art, and Poet's Song, Shall now the Fame his Friends bestow'd, destroy, Shall be the Tories Scorn as once their Joy. An errant Judas, of the Motley Train, Perfidious, Noisy, Impudent, and Vain. An Agent fit to propagate my Ends, Who basely for a Place will quit his Friends. For let but Scriba, that Rich Worthless Fool, Fantastically Formal, Gayly Dull; Let him unwillingly resign his Post, Thracio and all his fine Harangues are lost. Let these, as useful Tools a while possess The Court Preferments, and indulge their Ease.
But they shall fly, like Mists, before the Sun,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ When my Designs to full Perfection grown, Exert their Pow'r, and make the World my own.
Camillo, tho' triumphant in the Field Seduc'd by Grants shall to this Party yield. A Chief, to form whose mighty Mind, conspire The Roman Conduct, and the Grecian Fire. Germania's Stator, and Britannia's Joy, Whose Fame does the whole Western World imploy. By whom (so Heav'n and Anna have decreed) Tyrants are humbled, enslav'd Nations freed. But still not all his Valour can withstand The Witchcraft of Sempronia's Golden Hand.
In her he shall my boundless Empire own, And lay his purchas'd Palms and Lawrels down.
When thus the Fury had her Scheme Display'd, Assenting Hell a low Obeisance paid. Moloch, Protector of the Papal Chair, Author of Massacres and Christian War, Was now Convinc'd that Sanguinary Laws$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ Could ne'er the Reformation's Growth oppose, Could ne'er in Albion's Church advance his Cause. He therefore, urg'd with his old constant Hate, By Mod'rate Means consents to work her Fate. Hopes by Dissenting Agents to regain What Zealous Missionaries sought in vain.
He finds how soon by Toleration's Aid Her Pow'r is weaken'd, and her Rights betray'd. Nor doubts Occasional Conformity Will by degrees her Essence quite destroy. Then Satan, Prince of the Fanatick Train, Who form'd the Conduct of their Glorious Reign, Approv'd the Scheme, not hoping to Restore His Subjects to their late unbounded Pow'r. For well he knew, their Avarice and Pride Had wean'd the Bankrupt Nation from their side. But these Auspicious Moderation Times, By not Detecting, Sanctify their Crimes, By Baffling Justice, and eluding Law, Make Vice insult, and Sin Triumphant grow.
Nay such th' Effects of Moderation are, The Guilty to Reward, as well as Spare. Hence Foes to Prelacy are Clad in Lawn, Hence Rebels are the Fav'rites of the Throne. What could they more desire, than thus to pass$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ The blest Remainder of their happy Days, Fatted with Plunder, and dissolv'd in ease? Nor Belial, th' Atheist's Patron, could Complain,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ For Moderation would enlarge his Reign, Where all unpunish'd Talk and Live Profane. Where Irreligion Providence denies, Nor dreads the Laws of Earth, nor Thunder of the Skies. Mammon, the Trader, and the Courtier's God, No sooner heard the Project but allow'd;
For hence his Vot'ries uncontroul'd might live, And endless Frauds commit, and endless Bribes receive. But most Cethego the Design approves, Who Dead and Living in Meanders moves. He knew how he deluded hapless James, By the same wily Arts, and subtle Schemes, Proposes then, that he alone be sent, To execute the Fury's New Intent.
When he had ended, thus she soon replies,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ Blest be the Shade, that can so well advise, On thee thy Goddess smiles, on thee relies. Fly, nimbly to thy Native Soil repair, Urge and Inforce the well-form'd Council there.
Occasion favours, the Cabal is met$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ At thy own Mansion, thy belov'd Retreat, The Muses Darling Theam, the Graces Seat. There Clodio's and Sigillo's anxious Thoughts, Are brooding o'er Imaginary Plots: Whilst Bibliopolo with his awkard Jests Deserves his Dinner, and diverts the Guests. Bathillo, in his own unborrow'd Strains, Young Sacharissa's Angel Form profanes: Whilst her dull Husband, sensless of her Charms, Lies lumpish in her soft encircling Arms. For he to Wisdom makes a Grave Pretence, But wants alas! His Fathers Depth of Sense. Howere, supplying all Defects of Wit, He shews a true Fanatick Zeal and Heat.
She spoke——the Spectre in a Moment Gains Altropia's Balmy Air, and Flowry Plains. At his approach the Dome's Foundation shook, When mid their Revels rushing in he broke. Involv'd in Wreaths of Smoak awhile he stood, Seeming at distance an unshapen Cloud. But soon, the Cloud ascending to the Skies, He manifest advanc'd before their Eyes. Horror and Guilt shook ev'ry Conscious Breast,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ But Bibliopolo most his Fears exprest, Fainting he tumbled——Pass we o'er the rest. Clodio alone fixt and unmov'd appear'd, And what the Phantom said undaunted heard. Forbear, my Friends, your Hot pursuits restrain, Behold your lov'd Cethego once again.
From Faction's dark unbottom'd Cell I come, Fraught with Britannia's Fate and final, Doom. For, Meditating Vengeance in her Mind, At length a Finish'd Plan she has design'd. Nor doubts by Mod'rate Methods to obtain,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ What she by rougher Arts has fought in vain, That Whigs should Triumph in a Tory Reign.
Thus he began, and then proceeds to tell What Faction had before reveal'd in Hell.
The wellcome Narrative touch'd Clodio's Heart, Who did in Words like these his Joy impart. Since thy Divided State permits, be thou As once a Friend, a Guardian Genius now.
Give us to execute this Grand Design, Thine be the Conduct, and the Glory thine. Nor can we doubt Success; ——— Sempronia Smiles, And Hell and Faction aid the Woman’s Wiles.
Pleas'd with this Answer, the Retiring Ghost Condens'd the ambient Air, and in a Cloud was lost.
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