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John Bayes: 

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A Satyr upon Folly and Knavery. 



HOw long fhall 1 endure, without reply, 
To hear this * Bayes, this Hackney-rayler lie ? 
The fool uncudgell'd, for one Libel fwells, 
Where not his Wit, but Sawcinefs excels ; 
Whilft with foul Words and Names which he lets 
He quite defiles the Satyr's Dignity. 

*His Name i«?/;e1tehearfal. 

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For Libel and true Satyr different be ; 

This nrait have Tnrf/^ and Salt, with Modefty. 

Sparing the Pcrfons, this does tax the Crimes, 

Gall's not great Men, but Vices of the Times 

With Witty and Sharp, not blunt and bitter rinjes. ■ 

Methinks the Ghoft of Horace there I fee, 

Laming this Cherry-cbeeJ(d Dunce of Fifty three j 

Who, at that age, fo boldly durft profane, 

With bafe hir'd Libel, the free Satyrs Vein. 

Thou ftil'ft it Satyr, to call Names, Rogue, Whore, 

Traytor, and Rebel, and a thoufand more. 

An Oyfter-wench is fure thy Mufe of Jate, 

Mid all thy Helicon's at BiUingfgate. 

A Libellers vile name then may 'ft thou gain, 

And moderately the Writing part maintain, 

None canfo well the beating pdrtfufiaitt. 

Though with thy Sword, thou art the laftof Men, 

Thou art a damn'd Boroshi with thy Pen. 

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As far from Satyr, does thy Talent lye, 
As from being cheerful, or good company. 
For thou art * Saturnine, thou doft confefs ; 
A civil word thy Dulnefs to cxprefs. 
Ah old gelt Maftiffhas more mirth than thou } 
When thou a kind of paltry Mirth would'ft (how- 
Good humour thou fo awkwardly put'fl on, 
It fits like Modifli Clothes upon a Clown *, 
While that of Gentlemen is brisk and high, 
When Wine and Wit about the room does flic. 
Thou never mak'ft, but art a (landing Jeft ; 
Thy Mirth by foolim Bawdry is exprefc ; 
And fo debauch'd, fo fulfome, and fo odd, 

As 

Let's Bugger one another now by C—d. 

(When ask'd how they fhoujd fpend the Afternoon) 

This was the fmart * reply of the Heroick Clown. 

* la Us "Drammjtkk^EjfJy. 

* At Windfor, ia the company offmral-perfins of Qulity, Sir G. E. 

being frrtftnU 

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He boafts of Vice, (which he didnercommfe) 

Calls lamCelfWboremafier and Sodomite - y 

Commends. rl<reWs Arfe, and iay.s-.flie Buggers well* 

And filly Lyes of vicious pranks do:es tell 

This iia Sample of his Mirth and Wit, 

Which he for the befl Company thinks fit. 

In a rich Spy], the fprightly Horfe y'have feen, 

Run, leap, .and wanton ore the flow'ry green, 

Praunce,.and curvet,with : pleafure to, the, fight 3 

Bui it. could never any eyes. delight, 

To fee the frisking frOlicks of a Cow ;. 

And fuch another merry thing art Thou< 

In Verfe, thou haft a knack,, with words to chime, 

And had'it. a kind of Excellence in Rime : 

With Rimes like leadmg-ftrings, thou walk'dft. jbu% 

W<J by,ai; every ftep thou brok'ft thyNofe. ^- th ° re 

How low thy Farce! and thy blank Verfe how mean^ 

How poor, how naked did appear each. Scene ! 

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Even thou didft blufh at thy infipid fluff, 

And laid thy dulnefs on poor harmless Snuff 

No Coinick. Scene, or humour haft thou wrought 5 

Thou'ft quibling Bawdy, and ill breeding taught; 

But Rime's fad downfal has thy mine brought. 

No Piece did ever from thy felf begin > 

Thou can'ft no web, from thine own bowels, fpin. 

Were from thy Works auTdout what thou'ft pur- 

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Even D--fey would excel what's left behind. L * ^ 

Should all thy borrow'd plumes we from thee tear,- 

How truly * Poet Squab would'ft thou appear ! 

Thou call'ft thy felf, and Fools call"thee,in Rime, 

The goodly Prince of Poets y o£ thy time ; 

And Sov'raign power thou doft tifurp, John Bay sr y 

And from alh Poets thou a Tax doft raife. 

Thou plunder ft all, t'advance thy mighty Name j 

Look-'ft big, and triunipfrft "with thy borrow'd fame-. 

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Butart(while fwclling thus thou tirink'ft th'art Chief) 
A fervile Imitator and a Thief t. 
All written Wit thou feizeft on as prize ; 
But that will not thy ravenous mind fuffice; 
Though men from thee their inward thoughts conceal, 
Tet thou the words out of their months wilt foal 
How little owe we to your Native /lore, 
Who all you write have heard or read before? 

Except your Libels, and there's fomething new* 

For none were ere fo impudent as you. 

Some Scoundrel Poet after s yet there be 

Fools that Burtefque the name of Loyalty, 

Who by reviling Patriots, thin^to be 

From lou%inefs and hunger ever free : 

But will (fir all their hopes of fweUing bags) 

Return to Primitive naftinefs and rags. 

Thefeare blindFobls ^houhadftfome kind of fight, 

Thou finn'ft againft thy Confcience and the Light. 

t Oh imitatores fervum pecus .! 

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After the * drubs, thou didft of Tate compound, 
And fold for th weight in Gold each 'bruife & wound, 
Clear was thy fight, and none declaim'd then more 
*Gainft Fopijh Plots, and 'Arbitrary Power. 
The Minijters thou bluntly would ft" afTail, 
And it was dangerous to hear thee rail. 
(Ob may not England jlupid be like thee ! 
Heaven grant it may not feel before H fee.) 
Now he recants, and on that beating thrives : 
Thus Poet Lattreats, and Ruffian lVivcs y 
Do ftrangely upon beating mend their Lives. 
But how comes Bayes to flag and grovel fo > 
Sure your new Lords are in their payments flow. 
Thou deferv'ft whipping thou'rt fo dull, this time, 
Thou'ft turn d the Obfervator into Rime. 
§ut thou fuppfieft the want of Wit and Senfe, 
With moft malitiousLies, and Impudence. 

* ftRofe-Alley. 

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At Cambridge firft your fcurrilous Vein begaiv 
Whenfawcily you traduc'd a t Nobleman^ 
Whofor that Crime rebuk'd you on the head 
And you had bceil Expell'd had you not fled. 
The next ftep of -Advancement you began, 
Was being Clerk to Nolls Lord Chamberlain, 
A Sequeftratorand Committee-man. 
There all your wholefome Morals you fuckt in, 
And got your Gentile Gayety and Meen. 
Your Loyalty you Iearn'd in" Cromreels Court, 
Where firft your Mu(e did make her great effort, 
On him you firft fhew'dyour Poetick ftrain, 

And pr ait d his opening the Bajilicl^Vein. 
And were that pofllble to come agen, 
Thou on that fide wouldft draw thy flavifh Pen. 
But he being dead, who fhould the (lave prefer, 
He turn'd a Journey-man t*a t- Bookfeller ■, 

t A Lords Son, and' all Nobhmeni Sons, are called Noblemen there. 
* See bit Poem npon 0\\va.—-Aiid wifely be efface? to ftancb the Blood 

by breathing of a Vein. 
+ , Air.Herringmatij who kg^t him in bU Hotife for that furfofe. 

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Writ Prefaces *p Books for Meat and Drink, 
And as he paid, he would both write and think. 
Then by thaffiftanceof a:* Noble .Knight 
Th'hadft plenty,- eafe,and liberty to write. 
Firft like a Gentleman he made thee live; 
And on his Bounty thou didft amply thrive. 
But foon thy Native fwdling Venom rofe, 
And thou didft him, who gave thee Bread, expofe. 
Gainft him a fcanoalous Preface didft thou write* 
Which thou didft foon expunge, rather than fight. 

When tuvn'd away by him in fome fmall time) 
You in thVPeqples ears began to chime, 
And pleafe the Town with your fuccefsfulRime. 
When the beft Patronefc of Wit and Stage, 
The. Joy, the Pride, the wonder of the Age, 
Sweet Annabel the good 5 great^vitty, fair ; 
(Ofall this Northern Court, thebrighteft Star) 

* Sir R. H. who tyt hint gentronjly at bii own Hoitfe. 

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Did on thee, &yw,her Acred beams difpence, 

Who could do ill under fuch influence ? 

She the whole Court brought over to thy fide 

And favour flow'd upon thee like a Tide. 

To her thou foon prov'dft an * ungrateful Knavr, 

So good was fhe, not only^fhe^orgave, 

But did oblige anew, the faithlefs Slave. 

And all the Gratitude he can afford, 

Is ba% to traduce her Princely Lord. 

A Heroe worthy of a God-likg Race, 

Qeat in "his Mind, and charming in his Face, 

Who conquers Hearts, with unaffected Grace. 

His mighty Vertues are too large for Verfe, 

Gentle as billing Doves, as angry Lions fierce: 

*" lV tht dthrkt hT °b n hk *"•*«**. -^ Bargain w Uh SirWW- 
ham Dajenant £ «we , Lrtterto tbhgrJ Lady to pit} L 
rcjrrdfor hm to Sir William, r*o rroxIJ noLk, hk JmISL^ 

two Mmbr fc ^mfivtrdftb, Zfcfc Piaffe C a>, ic/fr. 



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His Strength and Beauty fo united are, 

Nature defign'd him Chief \ in Love and War. 

All Lovers Vi&ories he did excel, 

Succeeding with the beautious Annabel. 

Early in Arms his glorious courfe began, 

Which never Heave yet fo fwiftly ran. 

Wherever danger (hew'd its dreadful face, 

By never-dying a&s, h'adorn'd his Royal Race. 

Sure the three Edwards Souls beheld with Joy, .-^ 

How much thou outdidfl: Man, when little more than 

And all the "Princely Heroes of thy Line, 

Rejoyc d to fee fo much of their great iBlood in thine. 

So good and fo diffufive is his Mind, 

So loving td, and lov'd by Humane kind, 

He was for vail and general good defign'd. 

Ins height of Greatnefs he all eyes did glad, 

And never Man departed from him fad. 

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Sweet and obliging, eaiie of accefs a 
Wife in his Judging, courteous in addrefs. 
Ore all the Paffions he bears fomnch fway, 
No- Stoic^ taught cm better to obey. 
And, in his Suffering par;, he fltfne* more bright, 
Than he appear'd in all that gaudy li^ht, 
Now, now, methinks he makes che braVeftJhow, 
And nerewas greater Bertie than he's now. 
For p H blic\good, who weahkahd potter fprfa^es, 
Over himfelf a glorious Conqxeft makes. 
Religion, Prince, and Lavs to him are dear: 
And Mefencc of all, he dares, appear, 
Tishe mult ftandJike SWhatVbfea-ch, 

Were't not &r : fciaij, how fooa (omeJPyifi, . Keif Q 
Might rob us of his Royal Fathers Life, 
We to their fear of thee that blejfing ome , 
In fitch a Son, happy Great King art thon, 
Who can defend, or can revenge thee fo. 

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Next, for thy Medal, Bayes, which Joes revile 
The wifeft Patriot of our drooping Me, 
Who Loyally did ferve his Exil'd Prince, 
And with the ableft Councel blcft him fmce; 
None more 1 than he did ftop TyrarmicT^Vowzv^ 
Or, in that Crifis, did contribute more, 
To his Juft Rights our Monarch to reftore *, 
And ftill by wife advice, and Loyal Arts, 
Would have fccur'd him in his Subjects Hearts, 
You.awniheMifcrriefr, fprung from that Intrigue 
Which fatally dtflblv^d the Trippk-Lcagne. 
Each'of your tdbtmock^Xrinmvrate hnows. 
Our Patriot Orongly did that Breach oppofe, 
No> dktthfe Lord a IWer-Journey go, 
* From thence oHrteafs) thefl'mm of our woe~ 
Had he that Inter'eft foflow'd, how could he 
By thofe that ferv'd it then discarded be ? 

* Riyc? hit own expreflion-, Medal, pag. 5, 



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The French and Papifls well his Merits know. 

Were he a friend, they'd not puruYd him fo : 

From both he would our befet Kingpreferve 

For. which he does Eternal wreaths deferve. 

His Life they firft, and now his Fame would take, 

For Crimes they forge, and fecret Plots they make. 

They by bird Witncffts the firjl phrftte, 

the latter by vile Scriblers bird lih^you. 

Thy Infamy will blufti at no difgrace, 

(With fuch a harden d Confcience, and a Face) 

Thou only want'ft an Evidences place. 

When trifle was drown'd in a Lethargick. fleep, 

Our vigilant Heroe ftill a watch did keep. 

When all our ftrength mould have been made a Prey 

To the Leud Babylonijb Dalilah y 

Methinks I fee our watchful Heroe Rand, 

J°$g™g the Nodding Cenim of our hand ; 

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Which fometime ftrugling with deeps heavy yoak, 
Awak'djftar'djSi Iook'd grim,and dreafully he fpoke. 
The voice fill'd all the Land, and then did fright 
The Scarlet Whore from all her works of night. 

But 

With unfeen ftrcngths at home, and Forreign Aid, 
Too foon She ralli'd, and began t'invade, 
Andmany Nets me fprcad,and many Toils (he laid. 
To lull us yet atfeep, what pains (lie takes ! 
Bnt all in Vain, for ftill our Genius wakes. 
And now remembers well the * dangerous Tefc, 
Which might have all our Liberty oppreft, 
Had not the cover'd fnare our Heroe found, 
And for fome time bravely maintain'd the ground, 
Till others faw the bondage was deiign'd , 
And late with them their ftragling Forces joynM 

A t Bill then drawn by B did we fee , 

4 lealom Bill again ft —"-for Popery. 

* April 75. 
t Anna 76. 

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Then Murther'd Godfrey, a lovd Princes Mood, 
Ready with precious drops to make a purple-flood. 
When Popijh Tyranny fhall give command, 
And fpread again its darknefs o're the Land. 
Then Bloody Plots we find laid at their door, 
Than whom none eVe have done or fuffered more ( 
Or, would to fave the Prince they' drd reflore. 
Amidft thefehelliih Snares, 'tis time- to wake; 
May never more a deep our Genrus take. 
Thefe things did fbon our glorious City warm, 
And for their own, and Princes farety arm. 
The Joy of ours, Tcrrour of other Lands, 
With modtrate Head,wrth unpolluted Hands, 
To which the Prince an(f People faiety owe, 
From which the uncorrupted ff reams of JufticefTow, 
Through thickeft clouds of Perjury you fee, 
And ne're by Hactyey-Oaths deceive? witf be 
Kefoh'd to 'Value Credibility. 

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Thou vindicate the Jufticeof thy Prince, 
Which fliines mod bright by clearing Innocence. 
While fome would Subjects of their Lives bereave, 
By WitnefTes themfelvcs could ne're believe, 
Though wrongly accus'd,yet at theirBlood they aim, 
And, as they were their Quarrey, think it (hame 
Not to run down, and feize the trembling Game. 
Thy Juftice will hereafter be renownd, 
Thy Iafting name (or Loyalty be crown d. 
When 'twill be told who did our Prince reftore, 
Whom thou with zeal, didft ever fincc adore. 
How oft haft thou his Princely wants fupply'd } 
And never was thy needful aid deny'd. 
How long his Kindnefs with thy Duty drove ! 
Great thy Obedience, and as great his Love } 
Andcurft be they who would his Heart remove. 
Thou (ftill the lame) with equal zeal wilt fervei 
Maintain his Laws, his Perfon wilt preferve, 

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But fome fbul Monfters thy rich Womb does bear 

That^Iikc bafe Vipers^vould thy bowels tear 3 

Who would thy ancient Charters give away 

And all thy fironger Liberties betray : 

Tfrofe TLldcr Cujloms our great AnceflofS 

Have from the Saxon times eonvey'd to our& 

Of Which no PersWCrrmey a Tofs- can eaufe 1 , 

By Magna Charta backt, and by fucceeding Laws. 

This is the Fd3ioxs- Brood we fhoiild ptrrftie I 

For a* in Schifm, to m Sedition too, 

The Many are deferred bytht few. 

Theft factious Few, for bitter f&arges fir, 

(To fliew A Jdrejpng and Abhorring Wit) 

Set up a Jac\ofLent, and throw at it. 

But thofe, alas, falle fiHy meafures take, 

Who of the Few an * Afloeiatlon make. 

Thou need'tf not doubt to rriumph ore thefe Pools, 

Thefe blindly led, thefe Jeluited Tools ; 

* Thar Mdreftng » plainly makpig an Affectation. 

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Whilft bravely thoucontinu'ft taoppofe, 

All would he Pdpifijyzs all F.omijb Foes. 

In fpight: of lawlefs men, and * Popifh flames, 

(Inrich'd by thy much to v'd and bounteous -Thames) 

May into tfiee the Wealth of'fvfationsflow, 

And to thy height all Europe f Cities :bovv» 

Thou great fiipport of Princely Dignity ! 

And Bulwark to the Peoples Liberty ! 

If a good Mayor with fach good S brieves appear, 

Nor Prince, nor People, need a danger fear : 

And fuch we hope for each fucceedingyear. 

Thus thou a Glorious City may "ft remain, 

And all thy Ancient Liberties-retain, 

While Albion is fUrrourtded with the Mairr. 

GOyAbjeSt Bayesf and aft thy ilavifli parr ; 

Fawn on thofe Fopifh Knaves > whofe Knave thou art : 

'Tis not ill writing, or worfe Policy, 

That can enflave a Nation, fb long free. 

* See the Chancellors Excellent Sfzecb btfon the Sentence en the Lord. 
Stafford. 

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Our King's too good to take that rugged courfe ; 
He'll win by kindne(s,Miot fubdue by force. 
If King of Slaves and Beajis, not Men he'd he, 
A Lyon were a greater Prince than be. 
Approach him then, let no malitious Chit, 
No infblent Prater, nor a flamy Wit, 
Impeachments make not men for States-men fit. 
But — 
Truths Judgment^ Firmnejs, and Integrity, 

With long experience, quic\fagacity, 
Swift to prevent, as ready t^forefee \ 
Knowing the depths from which all aStion fprings, 
And by a Chain of caufes judging things : 
That dees all weights into the ballance cafr y 
And wifely can fore-tell the future, by the pajl. 
Where ere fuch vertuous qualities appear, 
They're Patriots worthy of a Princes ear, 
To Him and Subjects they'l alike be dear. 

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The Kings and Peoples hterefi they'll tnakg one. 

What pergonal greatnefs can our Monarch own, 

When hearts of Subje&s mnjt fnpport the Throne ! 

AndMinifter* fhould drive thofc hearts- t'unite, 

Unlefs they had a mind to make us fighr. 

Who by AddrefTes thus the Realm divide, 

(All bonds of Kindred, and of Friends untide) 

Have in effe&, in Battle rang'd each fide. 

But Heaven avert jhofe Plagues which wedeferve: 

Intejline^ Janes, bnt Topijb ends can ferve. 

How falfe, and dangerous Methods do they take, 

Who would a King but of AddreiTers make t 

They from Protection would throw all the reft> 

And poorly narrow the Kings Intereft. 

To make their little Party too, feem great, 

They with falfe Mufters, like the Spaniards, cheat: . 

He's King of all, and would have all their Hearts,, 

Were*t not for thefe dividing Popijh arts. 

Statefmertj 



Sfatefvw who hi? put teterefcwidd improve^ 
Output e his Greatuefc-bji hk Peoples Lave; 
That )nay ajpft onr Friends, and Foes, o\ecQntt ; 
So miichMwll kfear.d Abroad^ lovd.atrBm?. 
He at the Peoples Head, may great appear, 
As th' Edward'^Henry >,,< and Eli%a were. 
And curfl be they who would that Power divide, 
Who would difiblve thatSacred knot by which they're 
Thofe Mifcreants who hate a Parliament., P> <*. 

Would foon deftroy our Anticnt Government. 
Thofe Slaves would make us fit to be o recomej 
And gladly fell the Land to France, or Rome. 
But Heaven preserve our Legal Monarchy, 
And all thofe Laws that hgep the .People free. 
Of all Mankind, for ever curfl be they, 
Who. would or Kings, or Peoples Rights betray* 
Or ought would change,butby aLegiflative way. 

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Be damn d the mod abhorr'd, and Traiterous Pvace, 
Who would the beft of Governments deface. 

Now farewel wretched Mercenary Bayes, 
Who the ifitfg Libell'd, and did Cromwel praife. 
Farewel, abandon'dRafcal ! only fit 
To be abus'd by thy own fcurrilous Wit. 
Which thou wouldft do, and for a Moderate Sum, 
Anfwer thy Medal, and thy Abfolom. 
Thy piteous Hackney-Pen (hall never fright us, 
Thou'rt dwindl'd down to Hodge, and Her adit us. 
Go, Ignoramus cry; and Forty One, 
And by * Sams Yarfons be thou prais'd alone. 
Pied thing.! half Wit! half Fool! and for a Knave, 
Few Men, than this, a better mixture have : 
But thoucanft add to that, Coward and Slave. 

■* A Coffee-bmft where the Inferiour Crape-gorvn-men. meet with their 
Guide Roger", to invent Lies for tbe farther carrying on the PopiJJ;- 
Ptot. 

F I Wi I S.