Loyalty Triumphant; OR, A Looking-Glass for Deceivers.  
Detracting Whigs, come here and take a view,  
For what is penned, is no more strange than true.  
Tune of, Let the critics adore.  
 

●Et the Whigs ne'er adore  
〈◇〉 Their old Grandees no more,  
〈◇〉 they're out-done, Sirs!  
●… th and Rich are sworn in,  
●… o care not a pin  
●… er ne'er a one, Sirs!  
●… at these Rascals can do,  
●… e there's a Lord Mayor too  
〈◇〉 won't be won, Sirs!   

〈◇〉 do ought that is ill  
●… 'gainst the Church or the Crown;  
〈◇〉 to wink at their Meetings,  
●… ut will pull them all down:  
〈◇〉 the Whigs are stark mad at  
●… ease Sherriffs and new Mayor;  
〈◇〉 swear they could be glad that  
●… heir Walloons were there.   

●… e Whigs now lament,  
〈◇〉 you'l find the event  
●… e the King's full awake,  
〈◇〉 will make your hearts ache,  
●… ll but reason;  
●… t such Rake-hells as you,  
●… e the Devil his due,  
〈◇〉 this season,   

〈◇〉 protecting your Peer, by  
●… our damned Ignoramus;  
For packing such Sheriffs, and  
such Juries to shamm us;  
For laying together  
your seditious pates,  
That will never look well,  
till on the City-Gates.   

To prevent such sad end,  
Be adviz'd by a Friend,  
tack about, Sirs!  
And be not ashamed  
To wish those Rogues damned  
of the Rout, Sirs!  
That won't out with their Chinck,  
The Kings Health to drink,  
sure they're out, Sirs!   

For if the Kings life  
had not preserved been,  
Such Traytors as these  
would surely have seen,  
A King justly rigid,  
or damned Common-wealth;  
That would make them all wish  
they had drank the Kings Health.   
FINIS.   

Printed for W. Giles, 1682.