The History of Whiggism, From their Rise, to their late horrid and Unparallelled CONSPIRACY.  
To the Tune of, When the Stormy Winds do Blow:  
YOu Calvinists of England,  
Who surfeit with your Ease,  
●●d strive to make us Whigland,  
To breed a foul Disease:  
●●arken you painted Saints,  
For we will let you know,  
●…h, the Cares and the Fears  
That by you Whigs do grow!  
●he first of your Pretensions  
When that you did begin,  
Were glossed with good Intentions,  
But false at Heart within:  
●o Faith in you was ever found,  
That Truth we plainly know,  
●nd the Cares and the Fears  
That by you Whigs do grow.  
Queen Elizabeth she did descry,  
And soon found what you were;  
●he made fit Laws against you  
By Parliament appear;  
Which late you'd have Repealed,  
But Just CHARLES too well did know,  
●ll the Cares and the Fears  
That by you Whigs do grow!  
●uch Locusts in the Nation  
King JAMES could never love;  
Wherefore he thought discretion  
T'advise his Son t'disprove  
Of all your false pretended Zeal;  
For wisely he did know,  
Oh; the Cares and the Fears  
That by you Whigs do grow!  
When best of Kings and Princes  
Did give your hearts desire,  
Yet you were not contented,  
To th' Crown you did aspire;  
You said you'd make Him Great,  
Indeed you did do so;  
But oh, the Cares and the Fears  
Attends such Winds that blow!  
On the Mitre you did trample,  
To make yourselves more high,  
With greater force to give the stroke  
Against His Majesty:  
Ah! false and traitorous Tekelites,  
Such ways to let us know  
The great Cares and the Fears  
That by you Whigs to grow!  
The Whig he then stood rampant,  
To us he gave his Laws;  
Yet such he dare not vaunt on't,  
So sharp we felt his Claws:  
You then laid open what you were,  
And smartly made us know  
Oh, the Cares and the Fears  
That by you Whigs do grow!  
The Blessed Martyr's Royal Son,  
Whom Heaven guarded sure,  
And made us happy by's Return,  
Him you could not endure:  
Against His Life you did conspire,  
And Mighty JAMES also;  
Oh, the Cares and the Fears  
That by you Whigs do grow!  
Peace, Plenty, and all that's good,  
Through His Conduct we have:  
Ungrateful Souls! to seek his Blood  
Who seeks us for to save;  
And by your late Rebellious ways  
Again to make us know,  
Oh, the Cares and the Fears  
That by you Whigs do grow!  
With furious Zeal you do inflame,  
And cause our Countries burn:  
You work Confusion, but the blame  
On Innocents' you turn.  
Your holy Masque is dropping off,  
God grant it may do so,  
And stop the Cares and the Fears  
That by you Whigs do grow.  
May College, Rouse, and Hone, their Fate  
On Traitors all attend;  
What though it seems a little late?  
Yet still we know your end.  
Just Vengeance does not sleep,  
Though you do think it so;  
You'll have your shares of the Cares  
That by you Whigs do grow.  
Long live Great CHARLES, our Pious King,  
Who cares when we do sleep,  
To keep still safe under his Wing  
From Ravenous Wolves his Sheep;  
He us preserves from Bear's Clutch,  
The Lion's Jaw also,  
And from all Cares and all Fears  
That by you Whigs do grow.