Classic Poem

Pride, lust, ambition, and the people's hate,
The kingdom's broker, ruin of the state,
Dunkirk's sad loss, divider of the fleet,
Tangier's compounder for a barren sheet,
This shrub of gentry, married to the crown
(His daughter to the heir), is tumbled down.
The grand affronter of the nobles lies,
Grov'ling in dust, as a just sacrifice
T' appease the injured king and abused nation.
Who could expect this sudden alteration?
God is revenged too for the stones he took
From aged Paul's to make a nest for th' rook.
More cormorants of state as well as he
We shortly hope in the same plight to see.
Go on, great prince! the people to rejoice:
Methinks I hear the nation's total voice
Applauding this day's action to be such
As roasting Rump or beating of the Dutch.
Now look upon the withered Cavaliers,
Who for reward have nothing had but tears,
Thanks to this Wiltshire hog, son of the spittle—
Had they been looked on, he had had but little.
Break up the coffers of this hoarding thief:
There millions will be found for their relief.
I've said enough of linsey-woolsey Hyde—
His sacrilege, ambition, lust, and pride.