A Brewer may sit like a Fox in his cub,
And preach a Lecture out of a tub,
And give the world a wicked rub;
Which &c
But here remaines the strangest thing,
How he about his plots did bring,
That he should be Emperour above a King;
Which no body can deny, deny;
Which no body dares deny.
[234] A satire on Oliver Cromwell.