DAGON's FALL OR, The WHIGS Lamentation for the Death of
Anthony King of Poland.
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Ld shaftsbury⟩
To the Tune of,
Philander, &c.
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3. feb. 1683/2⟩
[1]
AH Cruel Bloody Fate!
VVhat canst thou now do more?
Alass! 'tis now too late
Poor
Toney to restore:
VVhy should the flattering Fates persuade,
That
Toney still should live,
In
England here,
Or in
Holland there,
Yet all our hopes deceive.
[2]
A Noble Peer He was,
And of Notorious Fame;
But now He's gone (alass!)
A Pilgrim o're the Main:
The Prop and Pillar of our hope
The Patron of our CAUSE;
The Scorn and Hate
Of Church and State,
The Urchin of the Laws.
[3]
Of matchless Policy
Was this Renowned Peer,
The bane of Monarchy,
The Peoples Hope and Fear,
The Joy of all
True-Protestants,
The
Tories Scorn and Dread;
But now He's gone
VVho curst the Throne,
Alass! poor
Toney's dead.
[4]
For
Commonwealth He stood,
Pretending
Liberty;
And for the
Publick Good
VVould pull down
Monarchy:
The Church and State he would divorce,
The Holy CAUSE to wed:
And in time did hope
To confound the Pope,
To be himself the Head.
[5]
A TAP in's side he bore,
To broach all forts of Ill,
For which Seditious Store
The Croud ador'd him still:
He spit his Venom through the Town,
VVith which the Saints possest,
VVould preach and prate
Gainst Church and State,
VVhile He perform'd the rest.
[6]
VVhen any change of State,
Or Mischief was at hand,
He had a working Pate,
And Devil, at command:
He forg'd a PLOT, for which the Heads
Of Faction gave their Votes;
But now the PLOT
Is gone to pot,
VVhat will become of
Oates?
[7]
Under the fair pretence
Of
Right, Religion, Law,
Excluding the
True Prince,
The Church would overthrow:
With such Religious Shams he brought
The Rabble on his side;
And, for his sport,
The
Town and
Court
In
Parties would divide.
[8]
Now what's become of all
His squinting Policy
VVhich wrought your
Dagon's Fall,
From Justice forc'd to flie?
Old and Decrepid, full of pains,
As he of Guilt was full:
He fell to Fate,
And now (too late)
He leaves us to condole.
[9]
Now, learn ye
Whigs in time,
By his deserved Fall,
To expiate his Crime,
E'r Fate revenge you all;
For
Rights, Religion, Liberty,
Are but the Sham-pretence
To
Anarchy;
But
Loyalty
Obeys the Lawful Prince:
LONDON: Printed by Nath. Thompson, at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-garden near Charing Cross, Anno Domini, 1683.