The Dream.  
Wearied with Business, and with Cares oppressed,  
My Faculties were Dozed and fond of rest,  
An unusual heaviness did on me creep,  
My Soul Indulged it: yet I could not sleep,  
Dreams short and frightful vexed me all the Night,  
I found I was betrayed and longed for Light;  
The first such Wonders brought within my view,  
And when I waked I almost thought 'em true:  
Me thought I saw great Julius sadly lie  
Bleeding from all his Wounds, and Brutus by,  

The ungrateful Brutus which he doted on,  
With Meager Cassius pleased with what he had done  
Crying the World and Brutus are my own;   
I nearer drew to view the Ghastly Trunk,  
But oh! the Scene was changed, Caesar was sunk,  
'Twas Charles the Second, which lay mangled there,  
The Sacrificing-Tribe too did appear,  
Brutus and Cassius, Y—k and Petre were;  

Charles Weeping grasped his Brother by the hand:  
I heard him sighing say, within my Land  
A faithful Pious Mother thou wilt command,   
Who in the utmost of Extremity,  
When all but her and much Ubraided, I  
Would from the Crown have quite Excluded thee,  
Preached up thy forfeit Title by our Laws,  
And in thy Banishment maintain thy Cause,  
Passive Obedience thee haste much in store,  
But do not Urge it to thy utmost Power:  
James to preserve Her most devoutly Swore;  
Charles Die, d, and James discharged his Oath next hour,  

I saw the Priests flock in: the Bishops out,  
Saw Peter's cram the Wafers down his Throat  
Tho' Dead it saved the Heretic no doubt,   
I saw him poorly Buried in the Night,  
A wretched Train, and a more wretched Sight,  
To me it seemed a Funeral in Disguise,  
For fear his Creditors should his Body Seize,  
I saw him shown for two pence in a Chest,  
Like Monk. Old Harry, Mary and the rest,  
And if the Figure answered its intent,  
In Ten years' time 'twould buy a Monument:  

My Fancy brought me back again to Court  
Where only Fools Advise, and Knaves Resort,  
Our Kingdoms Curse and other Nation's Sport:   
I heard the Jesuits in a grand Cabal  
Resolve to Root out Heresy or fall,  

Each his particular Opinion gave,  
They cried an opportunity we have  
To Fetter Her who kept us long Her Slave;   

Immediately they pitched upon a Rule,  
How to suppress it by a forward Fool,  
A Bawling blundering senseless Tool,   
Whose Mouthing at White-Chappel first began,  
Who regularly to his Greatness ran  
Through all the vile degrees of Treachery,  
And now Usurps the Court of Equity?  
He said, if you would bring the Clergy down,  
Erect a Court-Commission from the Crown,  
And for Dispencing Law let me alone,  
They hug'd their Bubble, and the Deed was done;  
Petre grew Fat, and with Mandamus'  
Cankered the Worthy Universities,  
The Seats of Learning Black-heads might command,  
Yet the Kings Promise to the Church doth stand;  
Next Liberty of Conscience was Ordained;  
The Bishops for Contempt were then Arraigned;  
The Nobles and the Commons Closeted,  
The Penal-Laws must be Abolished,  

If you refuse, your Principles are base,  
Disloyal, and you lose our Royal Grace,  
And each that has Dependencies his place;   
Rochester fell, the Loyal Herbert starved,  
Each that forsook his God his Monarch served,  
Somerset lost his Troops, and Shrowsbury,  
Oxford was stripped to Scarsdal Lumbley,  
And many more too tedious to relate,  
By whom in safety James thou now dost sit,  
When thou perceiv'dst no Comfort from this Wild,  
Thy Dame immediately was quick with Child,  
The Princess at the Bath when it was Born,  
The Bishops in the Tower, yet had he Sworn  
The Church of England never should be wronged,  
Upon this News the Hot-brained Papists Thronged;  
I Waked, and as I on my Dream Reflected,  
My reasonable Notions thus projected,  
O King, I cried, thy Measures run too fast,  
And thou wilt find the Curse of it at last,  
Why dost thou wrong thy Country, shame thy Life:  
To please false Priests, and an ungrateful Wife,  
A Wife whose Character has always been▪  
A Fawning Duchess, and a Saucy Queen:  
How canst thou suffer Petre's Insolence,  
Who only makes a harvest of his Prince,  
A Slave to Rule Three Kingdoms Govern thee,  
Yet ne'er was Master of a Family;  

This Serpent envying thy Happiness,  
Has crept into thy Eve whose wilfulness  
Has certainly betrayed thy Paradise,   
Descerning Hallifax thy fall fore saw.  
And early did his slighted Faith withdraw,  
He needs no pardon for the advice he gave,  
Which shows him Honester than some that have,  
Under the Rose Men use their mind to tell;  
But now Myne-Heir 'tis under the broad Seal;  
O Nassaw with thy promised Succours come,  
And be to us like Anthony to Rome,  
Thy Wife shall young Octavia's place supply,  
And those that have betrayed our Country fly,  
Unless the King to prove the Prince his own,  
Shall to the Lyons-Den present his Son,  
And if the Royal Brute do not destroy,  
The Infant by Christ 'tis his none Joy.  
FINIS,