The MORAL.

MOnarchy! Thou Witchcraft of Felicity, and Enemy to a State free from the pale Cabals of Blood and Slaughter; in thy Bowels are Vipers, and on thy Brest Vultures! Kings that should be most free from Danger, move as if every step they took were in the Dark; and are (if not Hated) Envied by all. The Courts of Princes, are full of Minions, Parasites, and Favourites, Conspirators in the Palace, and Regicides in the Bed-Chamber; with innumerable Emmissaries without. And though Mor∣tals have universally Consented to the Punishment of Treason, yet they will in∣dulge themselves therein, though they see Quarters expos'd to view on the Ci∣ty-Gates. For my part, I do not love to imbrew my Hands in the Blood of any Creature, especially in the Blood of that Monarch, who hath restor'd me Liber∣ty and Property, unto whom I owe Sub∣jection. Nor is it consistent with Na∣ture, that the Feet should kick against the Head, because it's Elivated above all the other Parts of the Body, and Go∣verns the same.