The Whig-Intelligencer: OR, Sir SAMUEL in the POUND,  
For Publishing Scandalous and Seditious Letters, For which he was Fined 10000 l. on Saturday, April 19  
Sir Samuel Barnard— on  
Deserves to be pissed on,  
For being so great a Fool  
Not Tongue nor Pen to rule;  
By which he lost the Cause,  
And paid 10000 l. for Sauce.  
To the Tune of, Hark! the thundering Cannons roar, etc.  
 

1.  
HArk! the fatal day is come,  
Fatal as the day of Doom,  
For Sir Samuel there make room,  
So famed for Ignoramus:  
He whose Conscience could allow  
Such large favours you know how,  
If we do him Justice now,  
The Brethren will not blame us.   

2.  
Stand to the Bar, and now advance,  
Morden, Kenrick, Oats and Prance,  
But let the Foreman lead the Dance,  
The rest in course will follow;  
Tilden, Kenrick, next shall come,  
And with him receive their Doom,  
Ten Thousand pound, at which round Sum  
The Hall set up a Halloo.   

3.  
Brave Sir Barnard— on now,  
Who no Main would ere allow  
To lose ten thousand at a throw,  
Was pleased to all men's thinking:  
Ten thousand pounds! a dismal note,  
Who before had given his Vote,  
Not to give the KING a Groat,  
To save the Throne from sinking.   

4.  
But yet there's a Remedy,  
Before the KING shall get by me,  
I'll quit my darling Liberty;  
Nor will I give in Bail for't:  
For e'er the Crown shall get a Groat  
In opposition to my Vote,  
I'll give 'em leave to cut my Throat,  
Although I lie in Goal for't.   

5.  
Were't for Monmouth, I'd not grieve,  
Or Brave Russel to retrieve,  
Or that Sidney yet might live,  
Twice told, I'd not complain, Sir:  
Nay, what's more, my whole Estate,  
With my Bodkins, Spoons, and Plate,  
So I might reduce the State  
To a Commonwealth again, Sir.   

6.  
Or that Mon. were in Grace,  
Or Sir Sam. in Jeffery's place,  
To spit his Justice in the Face,  
For acting Law and Reason,  
Or that the Torys went to pot,  
Or we could prove it a Shame Plot,  
Or Essex did not cut his Throat;  
Or Plotting were not Treason.   

7.  
Thus I'd freely quit my Coin;  
But with Torys to combine,  
Or keep the Heir in the right Line,  
That Popery be in fashion,  
To see the Holy Cause run down,  
While Mighty York is next the Crown,  
And Perkin's forced to fly the Town:  
Oh vile Abomination!   

8.  
Sooner than Obedience owe  
To their Arbitrary Law,  
Or my Bail in danger draw,  
For Breach of good Behaviour;  
I with Bethel, and the rest  
O' th' Birds, in Cage will make my Nest,  
And keep my Fine to Plot and Feast,  
Till Monmouth be in Favour.    

Printed for the Information and Terror of all Libelers, 1684.