Shake off those Baby Bands from your strong Arms,
Henceforth be deaf to your old Witches Charms;
Tast the delicious Sweets of Sovereign Power,
'Tis Royal Game whole Kingdoms to deflow'r.
Three spotless Virgins to your Bed I'le bring,
A Sacrifice to you their God and King:
As these grow stale we'l harras human kind,
Rack Nature till new Pleasures you shall find,
Strong as your Reign, and beauteous as your Mind.
When she had spoke, a confus'd Murmour rose
Of French, Scotch, Irish, all my mortal Foes,
Some English too, O shame! disguis'd I spy'd,
Led all by the wise Son-in-Law of Hyde;
With Fury drunk, like Baccanels they Roar,
Down with that common Magna Charta Whore:
With joynt Consent on helpless Me they flew,
And from my Charles to a base Goal me drew;
My Reverend Age expos'd to Scorn and Shame,
To Prigs, Bawds, Whores, was made the publick Game.
Frequent Addresses to my Charles I send,
And my sad State did to his Care commend:
But his fair Soul transform'd by that French Dame,
Had lost a sense of Honour, Justice, Fame.
Like a tame Spinster in's Seraigl he sits,
Besieg'd by Whores, Buffoons and Bastard Chits;
Lull'd in Security, rowling in Lust,
Resigns his Crown to Angel Cromwel's Trust.
Her Creature Osborne, the Revenue steals,
False F—ch, Knave Ang—ey, misguide the Seals;
Mack-Iames the Irish Biggots does adore:
His French and Teague commands on Sea and Shore:
The Scotch Scalado of our Court two Isles,
False Lauderdale with Adure all defiles.
Thus the States Right marr'd by this hellish Court,
And no one left these Furies to cast out:
Ah Vindex come, and purge the poison'd State;
Descend, Descend, e're the Cure's desperate.
Ral.
Once more great Queen thy Darling strive to save,
Rescue him again from Scandal and the Crave;
Present to's Thoughts his long scorn'd Parliament,
The Basis of his Throne and Government: