THE FOREIGNERS. A POEM.  
PART I.  
LONDON, Printed for A. Baldwin in Warwicklane, MDCC.   

The Foreigners.  

LONG time had Israel been disused from Rest,  
Long had they been by Tyrants sore oppressed;  
Kings of all sorts they ignorantly craved,  
And grew more stupid as they were enslaved;  
Yet want of Grace they impiously disowned,  
And still like Slaves beneath the Burden groaned:  
With languid Eyes their Race of Kings they view,  
The Bad too many, and the Good too few;  
Some robbed their Houses, and destroyed their Lives,  
Ravished their Daughters, and debauched their Wives;  
Profaned the Altars with polluted Loves,  
And worshipped Idols in the Woods and Groves.   

To Foreign Nations next they have recourse;  
Striving to mend, they made their State much worse.  
They first from Hebron all their Plagues did bring,  
Crammed in the Single Person of a King;  
From whose base Loins ten thousand Evils flow,  
Which by Succession they must undergo.  
Yet sense of Native Freedom still remains,  
They fret and grumble underneath their Chains;  
Incensed, enraged, their Passion does arise,  
Till at his Palace-Gate their Monarch dies.  
This Glorious Feat was by the Fathers done,  
Whose Children next deposed his Tyrant Son,  
Made him, like Cain, a murderous Wanderer,  
Both of his Crimes, and of his Fortune's share.   

But still resolved to split on Foreign Shelves,  
Rather than venture once to trust Themselves,  
To Foreign Courts and Councils do resort,  
To find a King their Freedoms to support:  
Of one for mighty Actions famed they're told,  
Profoundly wise, and desperately bold,  
Skilful in War, Successful still in Fight,  
Had vanquished Hosts, and Armies put to flight;  
And when the Storms of War and Battles cease,  
Knew well to steer the Ship of State in Peace.  
Him they approve, approaching to their sight,  
Loved by the Gods, of Mankind the Delight.  
The numerous Tribes resort to see him land,  
Cover the Beach, and blacken all the Strand;  
With loud Huzza's they welcome him on shore,  
And for their Blessing do the Gods implore.   

The Sanhedrim convened, at length debate  
The sad Condition of their drooping State,  
And Sinking Church, just ready now to drown;  
And with one Shout they do the Hero crown.   

Ah Happy Israel! had there never come  
Into his Councils crafty Knaves at home,  
In combination with a Foreign Brood,  
Sworn Foes to Israel's Rights and Israel's Good;  
Who impiously foment Intestine Jars,  
Exhaust our Treasure, and prolong our Wars;  
Make Israel's People to themselves a prey,  
Misled their King, and steal his Heart away:  
United Interests thus they do divide,  
The State declines by Avarice and Pride;  
Like Beasts of Prey they ravage all the Land,  
Acquire Preferments, and usurp Command:  
The Foreign Inmates the Housekeepers spoil,  
And drain the Moisture of our fruitful Soil.  
If to our Monarch there are Honours due,  
Yet what with Gibeonites have we to do?  
When Foreign States employ 'em for their Food,  
To draw their Water, and to hue their Wood  
What Mushroom Honours does our Soil afford!  
One day a Beggar, and the next a Lord.  
What dastard Souls do Jewish Nobles wear!  
The Commons such Affronts would never bear.  
Let no Historian the sad Stories tell  
Of thy base Sons, Oh servile Israel!  
But thou, my Muse, more generous and brave,  
Shalt their black Crimes from dark oblivion save;  
To future Ages shalt their Sins disclose,  
And brand with Infamy thy Nation's Foes.   

A Country lies, due East from Judah's Shoar,  
Where stormy Winds and noisy Billows roar;  
A Land much differing from all other Soils,  
Forced from the Sea, and buttressed up with Piles.  
No marble Quarrys bind the spongy Ground,  
But Loads of Sand and Cockle-shells are found:  
Its Natives void of Honesty and Grace,  
A Boorish, rude, and an inhuman Race;  
From Nature's Excrement their Life is drawn,  
Are born in Bogs, and nourished up from Spawn.  
Their hard-smoaked Beef is their continual Meat,  
Which they with Rusk, their luscious Manna, eat;  
Such Food with their i'll stomaches best agrees,  
They sing Hosannah to a Mare's-milk Cheese.  
To supplicate no God, their Lips will move,  
Who speaks in Thunder like Almighty Jove,  
But watery Deities they do invoke,  
Who from the Marshes most Divinely croak.  
Their Land, as if ashamed their Crimes to see,  
Dives down beneath the surface of the Sea.  
Neptune, the God who does the Seas command,  
Ne'er stands on Tiptoe to descry their Land;  
But seated on a Billow of the Sea,  
With Ease their humble Marshes does survey.  
These are the Vermin do our State molest;  
Eclipse our Glory, and disturb our Rest.   

BENTIR in the Inglorious Roll the first,  
Bentir to this and future Ages cursed,  
Of mean Descent, yet insolently proud,  
Shunned by the Great, and hated by the Crowd;  
Who neither Blood nor Parentage can boast,  
And what he got the Jewish Nation lost:  
By lavish Grants whole Provinces he gains,  
Made forfeit by the Jewish People's Pains;  
Till angry Sanhedrims such Grants resume,  
And from the Peacock take each borrowed Plume.  
Why should the Gibeonites our Land engross,  
And aggrandise their Fortunes with our loss?  
Let them in foreign States proudly command,  
They have no Portion in the Promised Land,  
Which immemorially has been decreed  
To be the Birthright of the Jewish Seed.  
How ill does Bentir in the Head appear  
Of Warriors, who do Jewish Ensigns bear?  
By such we're grown even Scandalous in War.  
Our Father's Trophies wore, and oft could tell  
How by their Swords the mighty Thousands fell;  
What mighty Deeds our Grandfathers had done,  
What Battles fought, what Wreaths of Honour won:  
Thro the extended Orb they purchased Fame,  
The Nations trembling at their Awful Name:  
Such wondrous Heroes our Forefathers were,  
When we, base Souls! but Pigmies are in War:  
By Foreign Chieftains we improve in Skill;  
We learn how to entrench, not how to kill:  
For all our Charge are good Proficients made  
In using both the Pickax and the Spade.  
But in what Field have we a Conquest wrought?  
In Ten Years War what Battle have we fought?   

If we a Foreign Slave may use in War,  
Yet why in Council should that Slave appear?  
If we with Jewish Treasure make him great,  
Must it be done to undermine the State?  
Where are the Ancient Sages of Renown?  
No Magis left, fit to advise the Crown?  
Must we by Foreign Councils be undone?  
Unhappy Israel, who such Measures takes,  
And seeks for Statesmen in the Bogs and Lakes;  
Who speak the Language of most abject Slaves,  
Under the Conduct of our Jewish Knaves.  
Our Hebrew's murdered in their hoarser Throats;  
How ill their Tongues agree with Jewish Notes!  
Their untuned Prattle does our Sense confound,  
Which in our Princely Palaces does sound;  
The selfsame Language the old Serpent spoke,  
When misbelieving Eve the Apple took;  
Of our first Mother why are we ashamed,  
When by the selfsame Rhetoric we are damned?   

But Bentir, not content with such Command,  
To canton out the Jewish Nation's Land;  
He does extend to other Coasts his Pride,  
And other Kingdoms into Parts divide:  
Unhappy Hiram! dismal is thy Song;  
Tho born to Empire, thou art ever young!  
Ever in Nonage, canst not Right transfer:  
But who made Bentir thy Executor?  
What mighty Power does Israel's Land afford?  
What Power has made the famous Bentir Lord?  
The People's Voice, and Sanhedrim's Accord.  
Are not the Rights of People still the same?  
Did they e'er differ in or Place or Name?  
Have not Mankind on equal Terms still stood,  
Without Distinction, since the mighty Flood?  
And have not Hirams Subjects a free Choice  
To choose a King by their united Voice?  
If Israel's People could a Monarch choose,  
A living King at the same time refuse;  
That Hirams People, shall it e'er be said,  
Have not the Right of Choice when he is dead?  
When no Successor to the Crown's in sight,  
The Crown is certainly the People's Right.  
If Kings are made the People to enthral,  
We had much better have no King at all:  
But Kings, appointed for the Common Good,  
Always as Guardians to their People stood.  
And Heaven allows the People sure a Power  
To choose such Kings as shall not them devour:  
They know full well what best will serve themselves,  
How to avoid the dangerous Rocks and Shelves.   

Unthinking Israel! Ah henceforth beware  
How you entrust this faithless Wanderer!  
He who another Kingdom can divide,  
May set your Constitution soon aside,  
And o'er your Liberties in Triumph ride.  
Support your Rightful Monarch and his Crown,  
But pull this proud, this croaking Mortal down.   

Proceed, my Muse; the Story next relate  
Of Keppech the Imperious Chit of State,  
Mounted to Grandeur by the usual Course  
Of Whoring, Pimping, or a Crime that's worse;  
Of Foreign Birth, and undescended too,  
Yet he, like Bentir, mighty Feats can do.  
He robs our Treasure, to augment his State,  
And Jewish Nobles on his Fortunes wait:  
Our ravished Honours on his Shoulder wears,  
And Titles from our Ancient Rolls he tears.  
Was e'er a prudent People thus befooled,  
By upstart Foreigners thus basely gulled?  
Ye Jewish Nobleses, boast no more your Race,  
Or sacred Badges did your Father's grace!  
In vain is Blood, or Parentages, when  
Ribbons and Garters can ennoble Men.  
To Chivalry you need have no recourse,  
The gaudy Trappings make the Ass a Horse.  
No more, no more your Ancient Honours own,  
By slavish Gibeonites you are outdone:  
Or else your Ancient Courage reassume,  
And to assert your Honours once presume;  
From off their Heads your ravished Laurels tear,  
And let them know what Jewish Nobleses are.   
THE END.   

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