A BALLAD.  

I Sing the praise of a worthy Wight,  
Whose Father (——) that never would Fight,  
For his Face, but more for his A— made a Knight.  
With a fa la la la la la la.   

This Knight soon after à Duke became,  
And got at the Island Rhee such a Fame,  
That all true English Cursed B—:  
With, etc.   

That Idol Duke to that Greatness did Swell,  
That Honours and Riches before him Fell,  
Till F— the Brave sent his Soul to Hell:  
With, etc.   

And now you shall hear how his Mighty Son,  
With that very small Sin of Incest begun,  
And then to Treason and Buggery went on:  
With, etc.   

For the Incest, Old R— can tell when and where;  
For the Treason, the Papers of Old Oliver,  
And K— Arse knows his Buggerer:  
With, etc.   

Now he who so Bravely and Nobly begins,  
Must afterwards think when such Glory he wins,  
Adultery and Treason but Trivial Sins:  
With, etc.   

For S— C— t lost this Nation more  
Brave men than ever were Killed before,  
Or shall be hereafter for such a Damned Wh—  
With, etc.   

More Seed has been Spilt in her Nauseous Womb,  
Of all Nations, all Sorts from the Prince to the Groom,  
Then Martyr's Blood for the Church of Rome:  
With, etc.   

Yet he that will after her Beastly Life hunt,  
May Swear and Venture his Soul upon't,  
She has nothing Catholic but her C—t:  
With, etc.   

The Pox upon Pox has Eaten by Bits  
His T—, yet so well her purpose it Fits,  
That he Fathers the Children Doughty Begets:  
With, etc.   

And now I have done with that Rampant Whore,  
And that Sink her C—t which is Cannon Bore,  
But his Grace F—ks oftener Behind than Before:  
With, etc.   

I come to his Farce, which must needs be well done,  
For Troy was not longer before it was won,  
Since 'tis more than 10 years since first 'twas begun:  
With, etc.   

Yet gathering from Plays, Pimps, and Table Chatt,  
With the Help of his own Canonical S—,  
And his Family Scribe, Antichristian M—:  
With, etc.   

With Transcribing of that, and Transcribing of those,  
With Transmitting of Verse, and Transfusing of Prose,  
He hath dressed on his Farce with other men's clothes:  
With, etc.   

His Abusing the Living, and Robbing the Dead,  
His Inserting Fine Things which other men said,  
Makes his own way Writing without Tail or Head:  
With, etc.   

But where the Devil his own Wit doth lie,  
They must have very good Eyes that can Spy,  
Unless in the Dances and Mimikry:  
With, etc.   

I confess the Dances were very well Writ,  
And the Tune and the Time by Haynes as well Hit,  
And Littlewood's Motion and Dress had much Wit:  
With, etc.   

But when his Poet John Bayes did appear,  
'Tis known to more than half that were there,  
The greatest part was his own Character:  
With, etc.   

For he many years Plagued his Friends for their Crimes,  
With Repeating his Verses and other men's Rhymes,  
To the very same Persons ten thousand Times:  
With, etc.   

Then his Grace has Tormented the Players more,  
Than the Howards and Fleckno, and all the store  
Of Damned Dull Rogues they were Plagued with before:  
With, etc.   

At last Learned B— though it Fi●,  
To tell us the Ancients wanted Wit,  
For he easily understood all they had Writ:  
With, etc.   

But sure he said this in the Heat of his Blood,  
For if what the Ancients have Written be Good,  
'Tis in Languages he ne'er yet Understood:  
With, etc.   

When in France, and in Spain, and in Holland 'tis known,  
What mighty Wonders our Statesman has done;  
'Twill make 'em all Tremble to hear his Renown:  
With, etc.   

For he that can Libel our Poets, and knows  
How to Mimic our Players in Gesture and clothes,  
With ease can Destroy all His Majesty's Foes:  
With, etc.   

Now the Church he Contemns as much as the Quaker,  
The Kingdom he'd ruin if the Parliament forsake her,  
For he Serves his King as well as his Maker:  
With, etc.   

For he that Forsook him in all His Distress,  
Killed the Husband, and Keeps the Adulteress,  
Like Judas, would Sell him, and Sell him for Less:  
What, etc.   

He has Mimicked the King and Duke over and over,  
That Merciful King who has Pardoned more,  
Than all our Kings e'er Pardoned before:  
With, etc.   

That King who if ever Committed a Crime,  
Which to Church or State may be Fatal in time,  
It was in Extending his Mercy to Him:  
With, etc.   

Now God grant His Majesty never may find,  
'Tis Fatal to be to a B— Kind,  
For his Father was ruined by what he Designed:  
With a fa la la la la la la.   
FINIS.