Loyal poems and satyrs upon the times since the beginning of the Salamanca plot written by several hands ; collected by M.T.

Iter Boreale.

AFter long practis'd Malice in the South, Brutus (the Peoples Ear, the Peoples Mouth) At length most prudently has Sally'd forth, And cautiously retir'd to his North. His Poyson he has left behind in London, By whose Infection Whigland's Chiefs are undon. Charter lies bleeding, Ecchoing Orphans crys Reach Heaven, whilst the guilty Causer flies. Whole Corporation suffers for Believing Sneaksby who but one Garret had to live in. Yet had he had his Arbitrary Swing Wou'd all our Nobles to his Nine-pence bring. Wou'd curtail Monarchs and by grand Debate Reduce Great Britain to an Hamburg-State, (For Eighty Two shou'd be as Forty Eight.) But since great Ends by Providence are cross'd, And Jesuit-Whig Designs in Blanket's toss'd, Since Jurors must no longer be forsworn, Nor private Sence 'gainst Solemn Oath Suborn, Since Oats Deposals are Immortaliz'd, And Elliot still remains Uncircumcis'd; Since Loyalty must take and All are for't, Since Pomfret Eloquence won't take at Court,

Since Ryots for the Publick-Weal can't be Secure without Invading Royalty; And Legal Bearings up against the Power, In Peoples Right, force Demagogues to th' Tower. Since all the Juice of Tony's Tap's quite spent, Which suckled long both good old Cause and Trent, (For some who this way look are that way bent) Since Bacon's Brazen Head fix'd on his Shoulders, TIME WAS— Can only say to Property Upholders. Since Legal Monarchy must rule the Rost, And care determin'd is to keep his post, Since Envy, Hatred, Malice do small feats, Party detected in all holy Cheats: Thousands of Guineys can't have Influence On him who hath of Loyalty due sence, Since neither Wapping Treats, nor VVhigshead Clubs Assert the Right of Perkin or the Tubs, Since truth, and only truth must now prevail, Maugre St. Tony's Tap or Stephens Flail, And Brutus lately Londons Demagogue No Office has but where Men Disembogue, 'Tis time, high time to quit that hated place VVhere nought but Loyal must, dare shew its face, So Fiends Associate VVizards still forsake, Cajoll'd with hopes untill they come to stake, Thus inmate Rats who first espy the flaw In Ruinous Buildings prudently widraw, Neswells VVhig Babells sall, & parting seems to say, Perish ye with your Cause so I be out oth'way.