Iter Boreale: OR Esq; SPARE-PENNY's DEPARTURE to the NORTH.  
JULY the Third.  

AFter long practised Malice in the South,  
Brutus,( the People's Ear, the People's Mouth,)  
At length most prudently has Sally'd forth,  
And Cautiously retired to His North:  
His poison he has left behind in London,  
By whose Infection Whigland's Chiefs are undone.  
Charter lies bleeding, Orphans joined Crys  
Reach Heaven, while the Guilty Causer flys:  
Whole Corporation suffers for believing  
Sneaksby, who but one Garret had to live in:  
Yet had he had his Arbitrary Swing,  
Would All our Nobles to his Nine-pence bring:  
Would curtail Monarchs, and by Grand Debate  
Reduce Great Britain to an Hamburgh State,  
( For Eighty Two should be as Forty Eight.)  
But since Great Ends by Providence are crossed,  
And Jesuit-Whigg Designs in Blanket's tossed;  
Since Jurors must no longer be forsworn,  
Nor private sense 'gainst solemn Oath suborn;  
Since O's Deposal's are immortalised,  
And El— still remains Uncircumcis'd;  
Since Loyalty must take, and All are fort;  
Since Pomfret Eloquence wont take at Court;  
Since Riots for the public Weal can't be  
Secure, without Invading Royalty;  
And legal Bearings-up against the Power,  
( In Peoples Right) force Demagogues to th' Tower:  
Since All the juice of Tony's Tap's quiter spent,  
Which suckled long both Good Old Cause, and Trent;  
( For some, who this Way look, are that Way Bent;)  
Since Bacon's Brazen Head fixed on His Shoulders,  
TIME WAS, can onely say to Property Upholders:  
Since Legal Monarchy must Rule the Roast,  
And C— determined is to Keep his Post:  
Since Envy, Hatred, Malice, do small Feats;  
Party Detected in All Holy Cheats;  
Thousands of guineas can't have Influence  
On Him who hath of Loyalty Due sense;  
Since neither Wapping-Treats nor Whiggshead clubs  
Assert the Right of Perkin, or the tubs;  
Since Truth, and Onely Truth must now prevail,  
Maugre St. Tony's Tap, or Steven's Flail;  
And Brutus, lately London's Demagogue,  
No Office have but where men disembogue:  
'Tis Time, High Time to quit that Hated Place,  
Where nought but Loyal must dare show its face:  
So Fiends Associate-Wizzards still forsake,  
cajoled with Hopes until they come to Stake:  
Thus Inmate Rats, who first spy the Flaw  
In Ruinous Buildings, prudently withdraw:  
HE smells Whigg-Babel's Fall, & parting, seems to say,  
Perish Ye with your Cause, so I be out o'th' Way.    

London: Printed for the cobbler of Agawam; By the Assigns of Col. Hewson. 1682.