Prosperous at first, in Ills [you grow so vain],
You thought to play the Old Game o’er again:
And thus the Cheat was put upon the Nation,
First with Long Parliaments, next Reformation,
And now you hop’d to make a new Invasion:
And when you can’t prevail by open Force,
To cunning tickling Tricks you have recourse,
And raise Sedition forth without Remorse.
Confound these cursed Tories, then they cry, [[In a preaching tone.]
Those Fools, those Pimps to Monarchy,