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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng 2002-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-12 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2003-01 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A Loyal Satyr against Whiggism . AS I did lately travel from the Town Through distant Roads , and deserts scarcely known , From whose dark thickets when I 'd made my way , A new-found World , as well as new-born day I thought appear'd ; where Nature rul'd alone , No Art , or help , no gawdy pomp was shown , But every Plant , each Bush , and spreading Tree Did grow without mans Care or Industry . There as I stood , and cast my eyes around , Pleas'd with the sight of that delightful ground , Something from midst the Walks did towards me make , Which nearly did resemble humane shape ; Soon as it nigher came it prov'd to be A man of most inviting honesty ; An Aspect courteous , and a brow serene , Of humane nature , and most humble meen , His hoary head did Veneration bear , And his face spoke his Noble Character . Joyful I was in those strange parts to find A front that did foretel so brave a mind , For asking me Transactions of the Town , I told him what disorders late were done ; What wild distractions and mishapen fears , And what a Cloud of Faction round appears , What daring Treasons were but now maintain'd By Sh. and City both in Faction train'd , And how the bloudy minded Whigs do aim To play again their old King-killing game . Which when the good old man heard me relate , In flowing tears he mourn'd his Countrys fate , And gave me this Advice , Beware my Son Lest by the Wiles of Traytors thou' rt undone , For I have known th' Experience of those times , When Loyalty was thought the worst of Crimes ; And when Rebellion with a daring eye Was cover'd by the Veil of sanctity , But thou art young , therefore I 'le plainly show How thou a Monster Whig mayst surely know , It somewhat favours man ; so have I seen When on a Christmas Evening we have been On frolicks bent , a thing of such like note , With hairy Chin , diminish'd hanging Coat , Broad Hat , stiff Band , and a malicious Eye , Which at a distance fully seem'd to be The very Villain that sequestred me . It rais'd my wonder , but as 't tow'rds us prest What should it prove but a Baboon well drest , For so morose are they , and more precise : As we 're in truth , they 're positive in lies ; What one but says , the other straight will swear , Let it be right or wrong , or foul or fair , It is all one , since they the Godly are . Vile hypocrites , who 're only good in show , Whose whole Religion lies in seeming so : For were their Souls laid open to our view , We should not find amongst 'em all one true . Therefore beware ( again the old man said ) Lest by their flattering tongues thou art betray'd , But if they find you loyal , wise , and brave , They 'l leer , and smile , and smiling dig your grave ; Such is their malice , spight , and mortal hate 'Gainst all that love their Country , Prince , and State. Now gentle Youth let any man of wit Weigh right their Cause , and well Consider it They 'l find conceal'd a lurking Jesuit . Morals and Whigs are Inconsistent things , The one still saves , the other still kill 's Kings ; Morality would teach'em to obey , And make 'em happy under Sovereign sway , Make 'em speak well of , and do good to all ; Envious tow'rds none , but love in general . The very Herds do due submission yield To the Imperial Lion of the Field ; No Mutinies or Factions do they know , But pay Allegiance where they ought to do ; 'T is only Whig , that worser Beast than they , That does pretend to Sense , and disobey . He that although he hears his Brothers name Unjustly wrong'd , won't vindicate his fame , But rather blow those ashes into fire Which were before just ready to expire . Oh! where is then his Justice , does it lie In things like these , or Acts of charity ? There I have known 'em well ; ye poor beware , Better ye starve than ask for mercy there : For stead of helping , they will spurn your grief , Contemn your sorrows , and forbid relief . Once one of these did my assistance crave For certain Sums , which I most frankly gave Without the least distrust , his Note , or Bond , ( For who would think that man could do such wrong ) Which when I call'd for in , in rage he says , Nay vows he never saw me in his days . By this I only warn thee to be wise , Nere trust 'em , for they 're all deceit and lies , Whilst still they seem to act on pious grounds , Yet cut your throat to gain an hundred pounds . 'T is Interest alone that they adore , Almighty Interest , and a secret Whore Can touch the Letchers so , that they agen Shall hug and fleer as if they 're Jurymen ; Oh that blest time ! then , then the Cause did rise , And full revenge for Tory Injuries , It was not Right , but Faction did prevail , A well-grown Whig of Verdicts ne're could fail ; Oh then ye common Hirelings , Cheats , and Knaves , Heroes in Stews , Stabbers , and Alley-braves ; Turn , turn t' embrace so good , so safe a Cause There you may act your Murders with applause , Kill but a Tory , and you serve the Laws . Nay , though 't is prov'd , that 't was your dire Intent To seize your King at Oxford Parliament . Yet bring it up to Town , and you shall be Prais'd by a Jury for your Loyalty ; Though at the very moment Oaths they take That all they do is mee● for Conscience sake . At this he paus'd , and somewhat weary grown In a fine od'rous Grotto we sate down , And then he thus went on , Think not dear Youth That what I 've said is malice more than truth , For Heaven can tell from such vile thoughts I 'm free , And all is out of sense of honesty . Which did they know , they would not dare to own The Hellish Principles of Forty one , Nor in their Tubs of Treason still declare That Kings Elective by the People are . Nor would they now , ( but Whig is still the same ) Foment Divisions , and blow up the flame ; But Jealousies , Suspicion , Guilt , and Fear Do on their disaffected brow appear ; Their business is to raise Commotions higher , Lay open breaches , peoples hearts to fire With wild Chimeraes of tyrannick Pow'r , And of another bloudy Massacre ; Or now , which is so much the Nations Cry , The eminent increase of Popery . 'T is Popery that round our City waits , 'T is Popery that taints our Magistrates ; 'T is that alone that makes our Nation fear A Popish Miss , and Popish Successor , Cries out old Belial's Heir , the noble Peer . Whose little bulk with Treason 's so orecast That it is vanish'd in the mist at last ; He that 's reserv'd so long only to be A fitter pattern of Hells Cruelty , Where with his Faction when he groveling lies , They may , too late , cast up repenting eyes , And ask forgiveness of that Prince , whose name They made it still their business to defame ; Whilst he shall dazle with a Crown so bright , Their guilty heads shan't bear that glorious light , But from his presence sink , and howl in dismal night . Another Tenet Whig does surely hold , Is to rail at these times , and praise the old ; To cry out on the Nations horrid pride , And cast all sins upon the Tory side ; As if that formal looks and dress precise Mayn't hide a heart more proud than ever lies In those that wear more handsom Decencies . Then Whoring , Drinking , Swearing to our Charge They all impute , and lay our Crimes at large ; And Crimes they are , but such with them are done , Ienny can tell how well the Tap did run . 'T is thus that Faction moves , 't is these foul ways That makes Rebellions , broyls , and threatning days ; These are the men from whom all trouble springs ; 'T is they that ruine States , 't is they that ruine Kings ; Though he be ne're so gracious , just , and good , One that wa'nt pleas'd ev'n with Traytors bloud ; And though whole Hecatombs could ne'r attone For Royal bloud , and an Usurped Throne , Yet , like the Almighty , with a giving hand Pours favours still on an ungrateful Land ; And how do they requite him now at last ? 'T is well , 't is well , Acts of Oblivion past . Sure 't was enough to have a Father slain , Not to attempt it in the Son again : But they who are not grateful , cannot be Ever expected to have honesty . The very Beasts do gratitude profess ; Oblige them once , what kindness they 'l express By every sign , and in their Language say , Rather than you shall die , we 'll be the prey : Now to be Whig and grateful ne'r was known , It is enough to make their Charter none . For if such bounteous graces of their Prince Can't raise a grateful , nor a Loyal sense , But they who after all , his Pow'r disown , His Favours slight , and undermine his Throne , First bring him low , to seize at last his Crown . who 're so to Kings , oh what will they then be To Fellow Creatures of their own Degree ? How are they fit for Mans Society ? London , Printed for C. B. and are to be sold by W. Davis , 1682.