Nor deign’d to make defence, nor utter’d more,
But, casting off his veil, naked he stood,
And Truth’s resplendent form abash’d they view’d.
SUCCESSION.
After a bad oft comes a worse;
Evil on evil, curse on curse:
So James to Charles succeeds, who fitter?
Of a French Popish mother’s litter
This was the next and favourite whelp;