And thus in slow and sober tones he spoke.
“The Babe, your present care, shall have a name
That all his life will follow him with shame.
Both He, and whomsoe’er he shall engender,
Will be deem’d spurious, and be call’d Pretender.”
His words the saintly synod fill’d with rage,
Nor felt they reverence for his rank or age;
But with ungovernable fury big,
Call’d him Apostate, Protestant, and Whig.
Calm and composed, their cries awhile he bore,