find,
  Engender’d on the slime thou leav’st behind. 
  Sedition has not wholly seized on thee,
  Thy nobler parts are from infection free. 
  Of Israel’s tribes thou hast a numerous band,
  But still the Canaanite is in the land. 
  Thy military chiefs are brave and true;
  Nor are thy disenchanted burghers few. 180
  The head[84] is loyal which thy heart commands,
  But what’s a head with two such gouty hands? 
  The wise and wealthy love the surest way,
  And are content to thrive and to obey. 
  But wisdom is to sloth too great a slave;
  None are so busy as the fool and knave. 
  Those let me curse; what vengeance will they urge,
  Whose ordures neither plague nor fire can purge? 
  Nor sharp experience can to duty bring,
  Nor angry Heaven, nor a forgiving king! 190
  In gospel-phrase, their chapmen they betray;
  Their shops are dens, the buyer is their prey. 
  The knack of trades is living on the spoil;
  They boast even when each other they beguile. 
  Customs to steal is such a trivial thing,
  That ’tis their charter to defraud their king. 
  All hands unite of every jarring sect;
  They cheat the country first, and then infect. 
  They for God’s cause their monarchs dare dethrone,
  And they’ll be sure to make his cause their own. 200
  Whether the plotting Jesuit laid the plan
  Of murdering kings, or the French Puritan,
  Our sacrilegious sects their guides outgo,
  And kings and kingly power would murder too.

   What means their traitorous combination less,
  Too plain to evade, too shameful to confess! 
  But treason is not own’d when ’tis descried;
  Successful crimes alone are justified. 
  The men, who no conspiracy would find,
  Who doubts, but had it taken, they had join’d, 210
  Join’d in a mutual covenant of defence;
  At first without, at last against their prince? 
  If sovereign right by sovereign power they scan,
  The same bold maxim holds in God and man: 
  God were not safe, his thunder could they shun,
  He should be forced to crown another son. 
  Thus when the heir was from the vineyard thrown,
  The rich possession was the murderer’s own. 
  In vain to sophistry they have recourse: 
  By proving theirs no plot, they prove ’tis worse—­ 220
  Unmask’d rebellion, and audacious force: 
  Which, though not actual, yet all eyes may see
  ’Tis working in the immediate power to be. 
  For from pretended grievances they rise,
  First to dislike, and after to despise;
  Then, Cyclop-like, in human flesh to deal,
  Chop up a minister at every meal: 
  Perhaps not wholly to melt down the king,
  But clip his regal rights within the ring. 
  From thence to assume the power of peace and war, 230