And how th' Intrigues o'th' matter lay,
But Princes will have their own way,
Which no Body, &c.
The next Man that did widen Throat,
Was wight in half pil'd Velvet Coat,
But he, and that not worth a Groat,
Which no Body, &c.
Who being planted next the Door,
(Pox on him for a Son of Whore)
Inveighs against the Embassador,