Who at your instance quasht each penal Law,That kept dissenting factious Iews in awe;And who suspends fixt Laws, may abrogate,That done, form New, and so enslave the State.Ev'n Property, whose Champion now you stand,And seem for this the Idol of the Land,Did ne'er sustain such Violence before,As when your Counsel shut the Royal Store;Advice, that Ruine to whole Tribes procur'd,But secret kept till your own Banks secur'd.Recount with this the tripple Cov'nant broke,And Israel fitted for a Foreign Yoke,Nor here your Counsels fatal Progress staid,But sent our levied Pow'rs to Pharaoh's Aid.Hence Tyre and Israel, low in Ruins laid,And Egypt once their Scorn, their common Terrour made.Ev'n yet of such a Season we can dream,When Royal Rights you made your darling Theam.For Pow'r unlimited could Reasons draw,And place Prerogative above the Law;Which on your fall from Office grew Unjust,The Laws made King, the King a Slave in Trust:Whom with State-craft (to Int'rest onely True)You now Accuse of ills contriv'd by You.To this Hell's Agent—Royal Youth fix here,Let Int'rest be the Star by which I Steer.Hence to repose your Trust in Me was wise,Whose Int'rest most in your Advancement lies.A Tye so firm as always will availWhen Friendship, Nature and Religion fail;On ours the Safety of the Crowd depends,Secure the Crowd and we obtain our Ends,Whom I will cause so far our Guilt to shareTill they are made our Champions by their Fear.0