To ope the fountain, whence Sedition springs,
To slander Government, and libel Kings,
With Freedom's name to serve a present hour,
Tho' born, and bred to arbitrary pow'r,
To talk of WILLIAMS with insidious art,
Whilst a vile STUART'S lurking in his heart,
And, whilst mean Envy rears her loathsome head,
Flatt'ring the living, to abuse the dead,
Where is SHEBBEARE? O, let not foul reproach,
Travelling thither in a City-Coach,
The Pill'ry dare to name; the whole intent
Of that Parade was Fame, not Punishment,
And that old, staunch Whig BEARDMORE standing by,
Can in full Court give that report the lye.