The Character of a Trimmer,  

Hung out your Cloth, and let the Trumpet sound,  
Here's such a Beast as afric never owned.  
A twisted Brute, the satire in the Story,  
That blows up the Whig-Heat and cools the Tory.  
A State Hermaphrodite, whose doubtful Lust  
Salutes all Parties with an equal Gust.  
Like Iseland-Shocks, he seems two Natures joined,  
Savage before, and all Betrimmed behind:  
And the well tutored Curs like him will strain;  
Come over for the KING, and back again.  
'Tis such a Sphinx, the Devil can't unriddle,  
A Human Schism upward from the middle,  
And split again below, which gives us light  
To the sole Point that can all Sects unite.  
Thus did the famed Dutch-double-Monster Trimm,  
And that cleft Soul's Pythagorized in him.   

Noah (whom for the sake of Wine we love)  
Saved Natures breed by Mandate from above,  
But all the learned Sages do agree  
He kept his Ark from Mules and Leopards free,  
All such mixed Animals he scorned to float,  
And would not save one Trimmer in his Boat.   

Beasts feed on Beasts, and Fishes Fish devour,  
And o'er weak Birds the Winged Tyrants tour;  
But this same Land-Fish with his Feather'd-Finns  
Commits both Air, and Earth, and Water-Sins,  
Complies with those that Fly and Walk and Dive,  
But fastens only upon those that Thrive.   

In short, his only Art is to inveigle,  
Flatter the Popular-Power as well as Regal,  
Like a State Janus, or a Church Spread-Eagle.    

London: Printed for Jo. Hindmarsh at the Black Bull in Cornhill, 1683.