Iter Boreale: OR Esq; SPARE-PENNY's DEPARTURE to the NORTH.
JULY the Third.
AFter long Practis'd Malice in the South,
Brutus, (the People's Ear, the People's Mouth,)
At length most prudently has Sally'd forth,
And Cautiously retired to His North:
His Poyson he has left behind in London,
By whose Infection Whigland's Chiefs are undone.
Charter lyes bleeding, Orphans joyned Crys
Reach Heaven, while the Guilty Causer flys:
Whole Corporation suffers for believing
Sneaksby, who but one Garret had to live in:
Yet had he had his Arbitrary Swing,
Would All our Nobles to his Nine-pence bring:
Would curtail Monarchs, and by Grand Debate
Reduce Great Britain to an Hamburgh State,
(For Eighty Two should be as Forty Eight.)
But since Great Ends by Providence are cross'd,
And Jesuit-Whigg Designs in Blanket's toss'd;
Since Jurors must no longer be forsworn,
Nor private sense 'gainst solemn Oath suborn;
Since O's Deposal's are immortaliz'd,
And El— still remains Ʋncircumcis'd;
Since Loyalty must take, and All are for't;
Since Pomfret Eloquence wont take at Court;
Since Riots for the Publick Weal can't be
Secure, without Invading Royalty;
And legal Bearings-up against the Power,
(In Peoples Right) force Demagogues to th' Tower:
Since All the Juyce of Tony's Tap's quite spent,
Which suckled long both Good Old Cause, and Trent;
(For some, who this Way look, are that Way Bent;)
Since Bacon's Brazen Head fix'd on His Shoulders,
TIME WAS, can onely say to Property Ʋpholders:
Since Legal Monarchy must Rule the Roast,
And C— determin'd is to Keep his Post:
Since Envy, Hatred, Malice, do small Feats;
Party Detected in All Holy Cheats;
Thousands of Guinneys can't have Influence
On Him who hath of Loyalty Due sense;
Since neither Wapping-Treats nor Whiggshead Clubbs
Assert the Right of Perkin, or the Tubbs;
Since Truth, and Onely Truth must now prevail,
Maugre St. Tony's Tap, or Steven's Flail;
And Brutus, lately London's Demagogue,
No Office have but where men disembogue:
'Tis Time, High Time to quit that Hated Place,
Where nought but Loyal must dare shew its face:
So Fiends Associate-Wizzards still forsake,
Cajol'd with Hopes until they come to Stake:
Thus Inmate Rats, who first espy the Flaw
In Ruinous Buildings, prudently withdraw:
HE smells Whigg-Babel's Fall, & parting, seems to say,
Perish Ye with your Cause, so I be out o'th' Way.
London: Printed for the Cobler of Agawam; By the Assigns of Col. Hewson. 1682.