21.
Hey pass! he’s back to Europe flown,
His hostile foll’wers disappointed:
Kicks five old women from the throne,
And dubs himself the Lord’s Anointed.
22.
In close embrace with Columbine,
Pass, gaily pass, the flying hours;
While prostrate at their blood stained Shrine,
Low bow the European powers.
23.
Touch’d by his sword, the morals fly,
The virtues, into vices dwindling,
Courage is turn’d to cruelty,
And public faith, to private swindling.
24.
With Atheist Bishops, Jockey Peers,
His hurly burly Court is graced;
Contractors, Brewers, Charioteers,
Mad Lords, and Duchesses disgraced.
25.
And now th’ Invasion scene comes on;
The patch’d and pyeball’d renegado,
Hurls at Britannia’s lofty throne
Full many an Insolent bravado.