When the Great Cryer in that greater Room,
Calls Faunt-le-roy, and Alexander Broome,
The people wonder (as those heretofore,
When the Dumb spoke) to hear a Cryer Roar.
The kitling Crue of Cryers that do stand
With Eunuchs voices, squeaking on each hand,
Do signifie no more, compar'd to him,
Then Member Allen did to Patriot Pim.
Those make us laugh, while we do him adore;
Their's are but Pistol, his Mouths Cannon-Bore.