Sharers in the Government

A Medley.

To 8. several Tunes.

Some say the World is but a Cheat,
Troth we see't
For the feet
Still rebell against the Head,
When Antipodian Rulers sway,
Who'le obey?
Thus some say,
Shall we not his own steps tread?
Pray were we not in the late Quarrel,
And pickl'd up in the same Barrel?
Then why that? or why this?
Our hearts are as great as his.

Here is One that claims a share
In the Scepter, and the Chaire,
Though he cryes Religion down,
Hee's Ambitious for a Crown;
Fain hee'd have his Head to shine.
Where his Father hangs his Signe,
So he should, had I the Power
In the twinkling of an how're
I, of his disease would cure him.

What think you of the Man of War,
Whose Muzle is the Sea-mans Star?
Hee's Arm'd within, and Wall'd without
To give the Rout, if that we dare;
But faith the Dutch will hem him in,
And make him either sink or swim;
This is the News brought Mr. P —
To which he lent scarce half an Eare.

There is one, and a sly one,
In Scotland , lurks to quarter with the Lyon,
He is your comeing Man sir,
Will lead the Van sir,
Upon the least Commotion;
He wears a Coat, with double-colours's faced,
On one side whereof the States is gravely placed,
But on the other the Cavies rudely raced;
Hold Ambodexter whither wilt thou go?

Then comes a stout Heart,
A Man very pert,
Reaking with Revenge, for Disgrace;
He swore he was true
To give the Devil his due,
And as firm as the Nose on his Face.

Another puts in
To be a States Pin,
Good reason it should be so,
He can Circumvent
A Parliament;
Then why not Our Oliver O?

Some talk this, and some talk that,
Some talk of New wars, and some they know not what,
But well fare the Cavalier, for at a bare word,
Hee's scarce left either Tongue or Sword.

Then Turbulent-spirited Jack bring up the Reere,
For thou hast a Spleene farr keener than any one here;
Thou spurn'st at Authoritie, art Ambition's Minion,
And boyl'st like thy Soap to advance a New-fangled Opinion;
Promotion's thy drift, to rule doth make thy Wits roame,
But a Gibbet 'tis thought will stand betwixt thee and home.
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