THE CHARACTER OF A Modern Shamplotter.  
HE is the Common Enemy of Honest Mankind: so pregnant with Venom, that his very sight (like a Basilisk) kills. A Wretch so Pestilent, that if (by Diabolical Insinuation) he can fasten a moment's privacy upon an Innocent man, he never leaves Swearing, till he has got him Hanged, Drawn, and Quartered. A right Son of Belial; of the Progeny of Judas; Midwifed by the Meal-Tub-Hag; Tutored by Old Nick, or by his Vicegerent, the Triple-Crown'd-Monster; and taught Practics by the Malignant Brats of Ignative.  
A Beggarly Rascal, that lives by the Price of Blood; the very Incendiary of Nations, and the Compendium or Epitome of all Villainy.  
Damning, Sinking, Whoring, Roaring, Drunkenness, etc. are his private Recreations, and Devotion. His study is the destruction of Innocents', how to frame his damnable Projects (not in a Mathematical,) but in a Diabolical Symmetry. He Disgorges Oaths with greater ease than he Spews out the superfluity of his Intemperate Debauches.  
He cannot want Invention, for the Father of Lie sets him his Copy; the Locusts of the Bottom less Pit guide his hand; and the Jesuits teach him to Con his Lesson.  
His Forehead is so brazened with Impudence, that he Blasphemes the Divinity in the Face of the Sun; makes the Law Pimp to his wide-mouthed Perjuries: and Sacrifices Lives with less Compassion than Cannibals eat Christians.  
He is an active Species of Vermine, that works under Ground, laying his Mines close, to blow up Lives and Estates; but if once detected, Proteus cannot shift himself into such a variety of shapes as this Varlet (this Rogue in Grain) has Methods to Shame his Plots, upon such whose Ruin he has before contrived.  
His Dexterity in Malice cannot be paralleled, but by his Master the Devil, to whom there is nothing on Earth more like. The Shamplotters of old were Dunces to him: Silly Fools, dull at Contrivance, with one String to their Bow, and one Arrow in their Quiver, which (once missing the Mark) by the discovery of the Ambuscade, or the unskilfulness of the Archer, the Stratagem expired without a Resurrection; but this Modern Graduate in Belzebubs School, can either Shame off the Old, or Conceive, Form, and bring forth, a New Plot, in as little time as he can Belch out an Oath, [affronting that ineffable Majesty, whose tremendous Name he never uses but in that Dialect of horrible Volleys of God-dam-me's, yet expects to be believed as if he made Conscience of Swearing in his more Solemn and (therefore more) Abominable Perjuries.]  
He Haunts the Apartments of Grandees and Magistrates, like an Evil Spirit. The leading men of the State he labours to seduce and frighten with Apparitions of horrid, Fanatic, Presbyterian Plots, (the Embrio's indeed, and Production of Jesuitical Brains.) The Burden of his Song is Forty, One, Forty One; impudently affronting His Majesty, who past an Act of Indemnity, Enacting that no man should reproach another with his being concerned in that unhappy War, and Graciously Pardoned the Delinquents, (except such as were executed) yet Old Towzer the Observator (as Venomous an Asp as ever spit Poison) Heraclitus, (that egregious Buffoon) N. T. that impudent Sot, that cannot Write Sense, much 〈◊〉 Truth, (but is beholden to the Mercenary Cabal of Shamplotters, and the Debauched Priests (Condemned for Treason in Newgate) with the rest of that profligate Tribe to furnish him with Matter as well as Form for his Pamphlet) to Shame off their Traitorous Villainies, and to cover the shame of that Scarlet-Whore, their Anti-Spiritual Mother, must Weekly fill City and Country with Lying, Scurrilous, Licentious Pamphlets, Obscene Rime-Doggrel, Drunken Ballads, etc. void of Sense, Poetry and Truth, etc.— Which is one goodly Stratagem of a Shamplotter, who,  
(Whilst he tickles the Fancy of his Damning Tribe by the scurrility of his Drunken Wit) forgets the Dismal IRISH MASSACRE, GUNPOWDER TREASON, the present HORRID and Damnable Plot, &c, Which are (besides innumerable more Romish Treasons) so notorious to KING, PARLIAMENT, and PEOPLE, that the Barking of these Curs, the sham's of these Villains, the Roaring, Damning Oaths of TORIES, the Formidable Menaces from beyond the Water, nor the Damnable Intrigues of Devil, Pope, Shamplotters, Tories, Masqueraders, etc. shall never blind the Eyes of England, cut Protestants Throats, seize their Estates, Ruin their Religion, Destroy their King, etc. nor shall they in due time escape the Vengeance of the all seeing GOD, whose dreadful Scourage never fails to lash so Reprobate, so Malignant, so Diabolical a Generation as the Shamplotters and their Abettors.  
To Conclude, a Shamplotter is an Indigent Rascal, that would sell his Soul to the Devil for a Morning's Draught, or to a Whore for a Disease: Extracted out of a Plebcan Dunghill; Educated in a Popish Seminary, (where he learned the whole Mass of his Debauchery) or else one that by Romish Artifice was Decoyd by those Imps of Hell to do the Devil's drudgery. A Creature hated by all good men, suspected and esteemed as a Devil Incarnate by his Associates and Employers; Infamous in the Superlative Degree, whose beginning is base, whose Life is abominable, whose End is the Pox or the Gallows, and whose Eternal State (for he seldom Reputes) is commonly Damnation.  
In a word no Dictionary affords a worse Epither for him than SHAMPLOTTER, TORY, or MAN-CATCHER.  
FINIS.   

London: Printed for R. Janeway in Queens. H●ad-Ally in Pater-Noster-Row.