The CONDEMNATION OF WHIG and TORY.  

I am neither Whignor Tory,  
But a Subject truly Loyal,  
As you'll see by what's before ye;  
Who still does pray for the Royal  C. R.  

SIrs, What's the matter? 's all the World grown mad?  
Or is't our Isle alone, that with this sad  
Distemper is possessed? Surely we,  
Our Stately Bedlam built by Prophecy:  
To two Extremes we all do madly run;  
And Moderation (which should heal us) eat.   

Better it were, both th' Tories and the whigs,  
Had spent their time in whipping Tops and Giggs,  
Than thus disturb our Peace, make such a stir,  
For and against a Popish Successor;  
When God knows whether it be so or no;  
Or if it be, can change him from a Foe  
To our Religion, make him a Faithful Friend,  
And Zealous Protestant before his End;  
Or if we have not Faith enough to hope  
For his Redemption from the French and Pope.  
Yet God can us preserve from all our Fears,  
By adding many more to Charles his Years;  
Who (Thanks to Heaven) yet does fill the Throne,  
And may do (till Rome's Downfall) if my own,  
And other Prayers be heard, who daily cry  
For Heavens Blessings on His Majesty;  
For's long and happy Reign, and 'twould become  
Others to do so, rather than beat the Drum,  
And noise abroad their Fears, distract the Rout,  
And kindle Flames they know not to put out;  
Provoke His Majesty, and all because  
They cannot have their Will o'th' King and Laws;  
And therefore rob him of his People's Hearts,  
(Its Felony, I'll prove't whoever starts)  
His Right to them's undoubted, they're his Store,  
His Strength, his Wealth, who steals them, makes him poor.  
Does wrong him more than he that takes your Purse  
Wrongs you, or he that fairly steals your Horse.   

But there are others whom I must not spare,  
Who contribute (at least) as large a Share  
To our Distractions, and while they pretend  
To greater Loyalty than others, bend  
Their Wits, their Actions, Pens, their Tongues and Lips,  
The Splendour of our Sovereign to eclipse,  
By crying up the Highborn Prince, his Brother,  
As if the World, nor we had such another,  
When (Thanks to Heaven) we have the Elder Brother.  
Him they extol, of him all places ring,  
They'll scarce allows to cry God save the King.  
Drink but the King's Health, before 'tis half gone round,  
Th' other must follow, and must all confound  
That take it not, or they must drink, or die,  
Or fly the place, or fight the Company.   

Such their Devotion is to th' Rising Sun,  
They cannot stay until our day be done.  
But hold, bold Wights, too forwardly you run,  
Our Sun shines bright, and's little past its Noon;  
We hope to bask still in his warmer Beams,  
And when toward Evening he casts larger Streams,  
To rest ourselves under the quiet Shade,  
His happy Government for us has made.   

I hate to see him jostled from his Throne,  
Or in it either, be't by more or one,  
That seek to eclipse his Glory, drown his Name,  
With the loud Noises of the growing Fame  
Of James the Second, a Prince whom I admire;  
But still Great Charles his Name must sound the higher.  
It grieves and vexes too, sometime to a Rage,  
To hear him treated, as going off the Stage,  
As if his Work were o'er, his Race were run,  
And only gazed at, as the Setting Sun.  
And though he's sprightly, strong, sound, brisk and brave,  
Yet they'll needs have it, he's one Foot i'th' Grave.  
All to call off the People's Hearts and Eyes,  
From him to th' Sun they look should next arise.  
But Heaven will disappoint their Hopes, I trust,  
By blessing Charles with a Long Reign and Just,  
Removing Jealousies and causeless Fears,  
Both from his Commons and his Loyal Peers,  
Creating mutual Confidence in both,  
The want of which has caused (I'm very loath  
To say) how many Mischiefs, and how great  
I'd rather try to find out a Receipt,  
To cure our Ills, they're only to repeat.   

The while the World stands we can ne'er expect,  
From a prevailing Party, Faction, Sect;  
But from an Union of True Protestants,  
(And Oh, 'tis that our Kingdom Chiefly wants)  
And a right Understanding 'twixt our King,  
And all his Faithful Subjects, who do bring  
Hearts full of Loyalty, and Zeal to serve  
Him, and their Country, and both to preserve.   

And when he calls, may he a Parliament  
As ready find, to own confess, repent  
Th' unkindness, rashness of some Votes that past  
The lower House: As forward yet at last  
To treat their Royal Sovereign with all true  
Reverence and Obedience which is due  
To Sacred Majesty; t' accept, embrace  
His Royal Offers (made with so much Grace)  
To join with them in whatsoever shall  
Be thought effectual to secure us all,  
Against, alas, our too just Fears of Rome,  
Both at the present, and for time to come.  
(One thing excepted only) and let't still  
Excepted be for me, while those that will  
Approve themselves good Patriots, do betake  
Themselves to find Expedients, or to make  
Such into Acts, as by his Majesty,  
In a late Speech was laid before their Eye,  
As means effectual thought, for to restrain  
Papists and Popery breaking in again.   

But let not be forgot then due Supplies,  
T' enable him to succour his Allies.  
(Who must a Prey be to th' devouring Bands  
Of the proud French, ' less rescued by his Hands;)  
And to restore the Grandeur of his Court,  
Enable him to relieve those resort  
To him for Shelter, who do hither fly,  
To shun the Cruelties of Popery.  
To maintain his Right, and Honour of the Seas,  
Curb the Insulting Pirates that dis-ease  
And plague our Merchants even as they please.   

Nay, let him know when you've been very kind,  
The rest, in's People's Purses thats behind,  
'S ready at's Call, to defend him and's Isles,  
From French, Turk, Pope, Papists, and all their Wiles,  
That Popery ne'er enter here again,  
And let the People cry Amen, Amen.   
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for R. W. in the Year, 1681.