Painter, once more thy pencil reassume,
And draw me, in one scene, London and Rome:
Here holy Charles, there good Aurelius sat,
Weeping to see their sons degenerate;
His Romans taking up the teemer’s trade, 5
The Britons jigging it in masquerade;
Whilst the brave youths, tir’d with the toil of State,
Their wearied minds and limbs to recreate,
Do to their more belov’d delights repair.
One to his —— — the other to his player. 10
Then change the scene, and let the next present
A landscape of our motly Parliament;
And place, hard by the bar, on the left hand,
Circean Clifford with his charming wand;
Our pig-eyed ——— on his fashion —— — 15
Set by the worst attorny of our nation:
This great triumvirate that can divide
The spoils of England; and along that side
Place Falstaff’s regiment of thredbare coats,
All looking this way, how to give their votes; 20
And of his dear reward let none despair,
For mony comes when Sey[mou]r leaves the chair.
Change once again, and let the next afford
The figure of a motly council-board
At Arlington’s, and round about it sat 25
Our mighty masters in a warm debate.
Full bowls of lusty wine make them repeat,
To make them t’other council-board forget
That while the King of France with powerful arms,
Gives all his fearful neighbours strange alarms, 30
We in our glorious bacchanals dispose
The humbled fate of a plebean nose;
Which to effect, when thus it was decreed,
Draw me a champion mounted on a steed;
And after him a brave brigade of horse, 35
Arm’d at all points, ready to reenforce
His; this assault upon a single man.
. . . . . . . .
’Tis this must make O’Bryon great in story.
And add more beams to Sandys’ former glory.
Draw our Olympia next, in council sate 40
With Cupid, S[eymou]r, and the tool of State:
Two of the first recanters of the house,
That aim at mountains, and bring forth a mouse;
Who make it, by their mean retreat, appear
Five members need not be demanded here. 45
These must assist her in her countermines,
To overthrow the Derby-House designs;
Whilst Positive walks, like woodcock in the park.
Contriving projects with a brewer’s dark.
Thus all employ themselves, and, without pity, 50
Leave Temple singly to be beat i’ the city.
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