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THE LEVELLERS.
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THE LEVELLERS; OR, Satan's Privy-Council.
A PASQUINADE, IN THREE CANTOS.
"By the pricking of my Thumbs,
Something Wicked—this Way comes."
THE AUTHOR, HUGH HUDIBRAS, ESQ.
PRINTED BY W. BROWNE (FOR THE AUTHOR), AND SOLD BY ALL THE BOOKSELLERS.
1793.
[PRICE ONE SHILLING.]
DEDICATION.
[]TO (THEIR COUNTRY's PRAISE DESERVING,) The Worthy MEMBERS of the ASSOCIATION for preſerving Liberty and Property, AGAINST Republicans and Levellers, THIS PASQUINADE IS DEDICATED, In hope (that, like the Widow's Mite) it may, in ſome ſmall degree, tend to perpetuate that abhorrence All good Men poſſeſs, againſt ſuch Characters as therein are faithfully Characterized,
By the ASSOCIATION'S reſpectful Admirer, And Fellow-Thinker, HUGH HUDIBRAS.
Hatton-Garden, January 1, 1793. And the Firſt Year of Detection.
THE LEVELLERS.
CANTO I.
[]THE ARGUMENT:
Satan, hearing of the happineſs of B [...], is reſolved, on a ſecond attempt, to provoke Celeſtial Anger, by diſturbing its tranquility—Sets out—Arrives at Rennardos— His welcome there—Converſation and determination to try their powers, 'ere they attempt Commotion—Introduced to Abſteemia—Rennardos Miſtreſs—Evening concludes the Canto.
THE Prince of Darkneſs—being told,
That Paradiſe, renown'd of old,
Was far inferior to that Land,
Where [...] bears ſovereign command,
Swore—"by the Styx,"—hell's pow'r to move,
Offenſive, to Celeſtial Love,
Bound by the oath—He wing'd his flight,
Thro' all the regions of Old Night,
[6] Nor reſted, or in Moon, or Star,
(Intent to wage infernal War,)
'Till He had made, ſuch was his ſkill,
That tainted ſummit,—S [...]A [...]s H [...]
Rennardo's Bower, he inſtant ſought,
Who hail'd him, as a Brother ought,
"Welcome, Congenial to my heart?
"Expected long, no more we'll part,
"My dreams thy coming did preſage,
"Oh help me—to diſturb the Age.
"Teach to complete, what I've begun,
"Then ſhall thy will, on Earth be done."
"For that, I came," (The Daemon ſaid),
"So lead me, to thoſe Friends, whoſe aid,
"Is well directed to the Cauſe,
"Subverſive of all K [...]s, all L [...]s."
Rennardo paus'd—"Diſpers'd, they roam,
"For ſcarcely One can boaſt a Home."
"The Daemon ſigh'd—"But ſoon each ſhall,
"And revel, in his force-gain'd Hall,
"However, I'll exert my pow'r,
"And ſummon them within an hour,
"At leaſt, their Spiritual Parts,
"For well we know they have not hearts,
"We'll ſearch, what crimes Their minds will bear,
"Which,—Ravage,—Maſſacre,—Forſwear,
"Inſtructions add—if ſuch requir'd,
"(Tho' Who can want—by Thee inſpir'd,)
[7] "Then Each direct to 's ſev'ral ſtation,
"To fan Sedition thro' the [...]."
He rais'd his arm—the thunder roll'd,
Rennardo, begg'd him—"To with-hold,
"And try the ſofter pow'r of gold,
"For ſuch a noiſe and ſulph'rous vapor,
"Wou'd make all St [...]nes, and Eg [...]m caper,
"And he muſt know, that Savage Wy [...]tt,
"Wou'd not leave Rogue, or Rebel quiet,—
"That many of their Friends,—too true,
At preſent fled the Sheriffs view,
"Therefore, with leave, he'd ſend a ſervant,
"Of whoſe known beck they'd be obſervant.
"Adding, to All [...] in need, a Note,
"With Caſh enclos'd t' unpawn Their Coat,
"That Coat which ſhew'd their tenets true,
"With facings B [...] and body B [...]."
"So be it"—ſaid the Cloven Sprite,
(Satan was always held polite),
"Meanwhile to paſs the hours away,
"Since I muſt wait, Your gariſh day,
"I'll teach You tricks on cards and dice
"By which, to beggar in a trice,
"The fooliſh-furniſh'd Sons of Vice.
"Such tricks!—as You, with all Your Crooks,
"Ne'er thought of—or play'd off at [...]."
"And I—" return'd Earth's grateful weight,
"Will ſhew my noble Gueſt a ſight
[8] "Such as he never ſaw before,
"A non-deſcript, tho' ancient [...],
"Who palid, as the chaſteſt Star
"Is ſhagged, as the Ruſſian Bear,
"Who—tho' grey-grown in vicious courſes,
"Has vigour ſuff [...] for twenty h [...]ſes,
"Who having danc'd and ſung her day,
"And ſeem'd to throw her youth away,
"Near loſt by fooliſh whim her prey,
"But Jointures—Bonds—and Gifts—and Gold,
"Whatever came was ſure to hold,
"Her ſhall you ſee, that Leman-mine,
"Dear Mate of—B [...]'s Cataline—"
"Lead then, to Jollity and Jeſts,
"I'll learn how Mortals treat their Gueſts,
"Yet,—As my Friendſhip you'd retain,
"Let me not waſte my Hours, in vain,
"Be! every Soul of Anarchy,
"Soon as the Morning gilds the Sky,
"Roof'd in thy Hall"—"They ſhall"—"Away,"
"So proſp'rous ſeems Confuſions ſway,—
"Ev'n Hell ſhall have a Holiday—
END OF THE FIRST CANTO.
THE LEVELLERS.
CANTO II.
[9]THE ARGUMENT:
Rennardo and Satan, ſit to receive their Friends—The firſt that arrives is—Volunterus Mitredos—His reception and pretenſions told—Then, A Man of War—The next A Politician—An Editor—An Apoſtate—The Man of Words, or, Great Allſides— and Pleaderus—The Herald's Advice concludes this Canto.
IN its due time—the Morning came,
Uproſe the Gueſt—the Hoſt—and Dame,
Worthys of equal rank and fame—
A meſſenger proclaim'd th' approach
Of Horſe and Foot, and Cart, and Coach—
"Announce their names" (old Satan cry'd)
"And be their merits ſingly tried,
[10] "To ſave Us trouble—And that all
"May know, why, We have made this call,
"Make Them, before they enter, read,
"This Scrowl, which We pronounce, our Creed."
"THE CREED.
"Kings, Lords, and Commons We abhor,
"And 'gainſt all moral tyes—Wage War—
"Religion uſeleſs is—Equality,
"Of Vice We'll ſeek—and thus—be free."
The Meſſenger, was ſcarce withdrawn,
When lo!—A Rev'rend Rogue in Lawn,
Burſt in, and thus attention won,—
"An E [...]h Prieſt, in days of yore,
"Tranſlated to a neighb'ring [...]
"All that I cou'd, from youth I've done,
"To prove myſelf—Rebellion's Son,
"The Church I value not a Straw,
"My Will, has ever been my Law;
"When Drums beat loud—and Tumults roſe.
"I doff'd my Sacerdotal Cloaths,
"Daſh'd down my Crozier, ſeiz'd the Spear,
"And with my railings fill'd the air;
"I've perſever'd from earlieſt age,
"'Gainſt Order, in its ev'ry ſtage;
[11] "Thus qualified—I've haſted Here,
"Your p [...]rleſs Mit [...]d Volunteer."
He ceas'd—The Two 'roſe up t' embrace,
And near Rennardo—gave him place.
"A Man of War"—The Herald ſaid,
Strait in he ruſh'd—with broken head,
Got—as He from the Bailiffs fled.
"What—Ho! my Hearties, ſhall we do it?
"What, ſhall we make the noodles rue it?
"Shall [...] go Out and—And [...] come in,
"A placeman I, with Caſh to ſin,
"Damme I'm yours—By this long Noſe,
"This fierce cock'd Hat—and tight drawn Hoſe—
"Old Belzebub—I'm ever thine,
"Give me but Women, Dice and Wine."
A nod of Approbation did;
And He, behind Mitredos ſlid.
"A Politician's next, dread Sir,
"And ſeems to make a woundy ſtir,"
(The Herald ſaid)—"Let him approach."
So ſaid—ſo done—
"I'll not encroach!
"I'll not encroach!
"And take up time ſo precious now,
"But barely make my duteous vow—
"Time—Its impoſſible to rate
"Such various ſubjects on debate,
[12] "And I, conſpicuous in each Storm—
"On Priſons—Taxes—Poor—Reform,
"Truſt me will ſtir the bleſſed pother,
"And act as Brother, ſhou'd by Brother,
Seſſions my firſt—Yet as we've caſt,
"I'll ſtrive my beſt to make't the laſt,
"But I muſt hence wild Bills to draw,
"Which reaſon cannot paſs as Law,
"They'll be objected to, no doubt,
"At which I'll make accuſtom'd rout,
"Rave for my Country ſeem its Friend,
"To ſerve our Equalizing end,
"Farewell?—depend—tho' Young—I'm—
"In Wiſdom's ſelf-providing way."
He paſs'd—The Herald—nam'd aloud,
An Editor—Who ent'ring—bow'd—
Then, Thus—
"True to Confuſions Cauſe,
"True to Confuſions Cauſe,
"Sworn Foe, to Morals, ſpurning Laws,
"I've fall'n Your ſacrifice, but truſt,
"You'll raiſe Your Vot'riſt from the duſt
"Oh!—If you mean to dip in Ink—
"Wealths—Worths—and Virtues, cauſe to ſink—
"Let me be Utt'rer of the Filth,
"I'll force from pureſt ſoil ſuch Tilth,
"As ſhall ſurprize Your wond'ring eyes,
"Another Argus—ſhall ariſe,
[13] "To blaſt the Innocent—The Great confound,
"And ev'ry gen'rous feeling wound."
"Such Services deſerve no leſs,
"Whene'er We print We'll uſe thy Preſs."
"A Wretch without a Coat is here,"
(The Herald utter'd with a Sneer,)
With forc'd Aſſurance in his Gait,
And ſeeming half-ſham'd, fallen State,
The Traitor ſtepp'd—Then low-voic'd, ſaid—
"I'm Noble born—And Soldier bred—
"But from my Standard baſely fled,
"For which I hope reward from you,
"I own 'twas Simple—Having Grace,
"Not only to have kept my Place
"But ſhould have riſen to Command,
"Then Treach'ry would have wrapt the Land;
"But now 'tis paſt—Enrol me Here,
"None Elſe will truſt—You've nought to fear."
"Dear to Our Loves"—(Th' Old Angel ſaid)
"Look Up—Nor longer be diſmay'd;
"Worthy to be Chief Engineer,
"For Soldiers ſeldom reach Our Ear,
"No!—There's not one, now pent in Hell,
"Who for Our Cauſe, ſo greatly fell,
"What?—give up Honor—Rank—and Birth,
"The All—which Man eſteems on Earth,
"To Claſs with Us—Oh Nobly done!
"And Nobly I'll reward my Son.
[14] "Promote Thee—As ſuch Merit ſhould—
"Command our Corps—Ingratitude."
He bluſh'd—Retir'd—The Crier now,
THE MAN OF WORDS—proclaim'd in view—
"My Lud—And Gemmen of this Jury,
"I come for Freemen—Freedom's fury,
"I'm yours confeſt—Bold S [...]land's Son,
"All trades have try'd—at laſt have won:
"The [...] did not ſuit my mind,
"To Sword and Muſket diſinclin'd:
"The N [...] was a poor regard,
"There Merit only—meets reward,
"Laſtly the [...] I try'd—and now—
"(As naſtieſt food—makes fat, the Sow,)
"My Gab, my Go, my Silver Tongue,
"Has Traitors ſav'd—And Guiltleſs, hung—
"Black I've made White—White turn'd to Black,
"In truth, my Conſcience is a Hack,
"No Vice, but I can Virtue prove,
"Say, If I'm worthy of your Love?
"If God ſhou'd offer Me a Brief,
"And if a larger Fee—a Thief—
"Ev'n God might plead, or loſe his Cauſe,
"With Me—The Fee ſupports the Laws—
"Rais'd thus by Chance, I aim'd to ſhew,
"What I, in higher Life cou'd do,
[15] "But There—Our Friend's, (Rennardo's) Tool,
"Alas!—I prov'd myſelf a Fool!
"That There I fail'd, was not my fault,
"I hop'd the C [...]s wou'd be caught,
"Like Thoſe—where I was wont to bawl,
"To You—I need not name the [...],
"If more there needs, to ſhew my zeal
"As fav'rer of a Common—,
"My laſt Eſſay—muſt All convince,
"Tho' [...] to The [...]."
"Next to Our lov'd Rennardo ſtand,"
"Satan exclaim'd—and ſeiz'd his hand.
Another Man of Words drew near,
Who whiſpering in the Old Fiends Ear,
Was lowly heard—t' articulate—
"I've—'Nuities—and Stocks—and Plate—
"To part with them—ſhou'd ſadly hate—
"Rennardos Elſe in every joint,
"In all, except this Money point—
"Now do but ſhew—how, I can ſerve,
"And yet my precious Land preſerve,
"Which by Half Guineas, I have gain'd,
"And Intereſt, a little ſtrain'd—
"Let but my wealth continue mine,
"With You—I ever will opine."
"It ſhall, Our worthy good compeer,"
"(Rennardo cry'd)—"You know 'tis clear,
[16] "From others ſacks—We mean to ſteal,
"A Place We have will ſuit Your zeal,
"Be Treas'rer of Our Common Weal."
And now—The Herald—notice gave—
Their Lordſhips ought, ſome reſpite have,
To eat a bit—and dreſs—and ſhave,
For ſuch a Cavalcade drew nigh,
As would their paſſions gratify.
Ladies—and Lords—and Squires—and Dukes—
(At leaſt they ſeem'd ſo by their looks)
Excepting—One ſad, ragged Wretch—
Who'd neither Hat—nor Coat—nor Breech—
Such numbers!!—That th' whole day 'd not do!
Tho' each ſpake but a word or two—
Therefore, They'd beſt take his advice,
And have refreſhment, in a trice,
Then go—to buſineſs again,—
Such good advice—was not in vain—
They 'roſe—withdrew—to breakfaſt went,
Precedence ſans—Sans Compliment
END OF THE SECOND CANTO.
THE LEVELLERS.
CANTO III.
[17]THE ARGUMENT:
Noon—Council continued—Arrival of Volunterus Maximus—His Merits and Reception— Of Catolicus—Of the Shade of Vigginus Primus—Of Dramaticus—Of the Nobiliſſimi Ruinati—Of Nequiſſimus, whoſe Explanation produces a Storm, raiſed by Heaven in defence of injured B [...]—Satan ſinks to Hell again, leaving his proſelytes in the lurch—They ſeparately diſperſe—And Order proclaim the Death of REBELLION.
AND now, refreſh'd, and nicely quipp'd,
Again, into the Hall, They tripp'd—
The Devil had on, the very Suit,
In which Rennardo look'd ſo 'cute—
The day he made his famous M [...]
T' acknowledge Authors of Commotion,
[18] And nicely hid his Cloven Foot,
Juſt as Rennardo us'd to do't,
Seated once more—Largeſs was cny'd—
In ſtalk'd, with ſtiff mock-martial pride,
A ſelf-conceited Veteran—
Who ſcoul'd around—Then thus began—
"My State—(not leſſening)—I report
"The happy meeting of this Court,
"I've long deſir'd—Done, All I cou'd,
"Done ev'ry thing—But what was good—
"T'effect Reform—Alas! in vain—
"We cou'd not virtually complain;
"Loudly I rail'd 'gainſt Abſentees,
"And Penſioners of all Degrees—
"Then, Arms I ſeiz'd—a ſole pretence,
"And Tailors taught, to Fire and Fence;
"Made Haberdaſhers, Muſkets uſe,
"And furniſh'd Col'nels, from the Stews,
"Made myſelf General—Then ſwagger'd—
"A foaming Pſeudo-Patriot Braggard,
"It wou'd not do—I muſt be candid,
"The uſeleſs Lumber was diſ [...].
"But Hope aſſures this brilliant day,
"May, ſomehow, work a laſting fray,
"If ſo—Behold—To help the fuſs—
Great Volunterus Maximus—
"If"—ſaid the D [...]l—"We cou'd aſpire,
"Such Talents—and ſuch Worth to Hire,
[19] "Tho' fooliſh V [...]r [...]ys, did o'erlook,
"Which You (expecting) cou'd not brook,
"Yet We—if not below Your care,
"Wou'd name You—Secretar' at War"—
A courtly bow, th' acceptance ſhew'd,
He join'd the gath'ring choſen Croud.
"Largeſs"—again, was echo'd round,
"Largeſs"—"Largeſs"—the walls reſound—
"Th' annunciation caus'd belief,
The coming perſonage ſome Chief,
And ſo it prov'd, (by lines foretold
Of him—whoſe lines are ſterling gold)
"A K [...]e ennobled—S [...]t—and C [...]d."
Baſe repreſentation of [...]
"Sir, (tho' not firſt)—Thus ſpake the [...]
"I truſt You'll mitigate rebuke,
"I've ever try'd to win Your favor,
"Witneſs my uniform behavior!
"For You I fled my Father's C [...]!
"And left connections in the lurch,
"Mix'd with the dregs, and ſcum of earth,
"To ſhew the vanity of Birth,
"That Title—Pedigree—and Creſt,
"And Trophied Halls—are but a Jeſt!
"A Farce—not worth the wiſe Man's care,
"Who knows, the Goods of life to ſhare,
"With W [...]s—Buffoons—and Paraſites,
"Devote to Priapaean Rites—
[20] "In ſhort, I ſtrive to make it clear,
"That Nature forming me a [...]
"Became Confuſions, and Debauch'ries Friend,
"And thus acknowledged, Orders end,
"Yours thus—unalterably Yours—
"A Smile—my future aid ſecures!
"Example from ſo great a name,"—
"(Rennardo ſaid) "will raiſe Our fame,
"Will ſhew, The yet outſtanding few,
"How little to deſcent is due,
"In token, how, We 'ſteem Your [...]
"Deign to accept this proffer'd place!
"The Rights of Man—approves Your call
"Equality's High Marichal."
Pleas'd with the gift, a glove he tore,
Knighthoods proud Vaunt, in days of Yore.—
His long-borne Banner, then defac'd,
And Anarchy's black Standard, rais'd—
A Noble Shade—Now paſs'd in view,
Which halted—Sigh'd—And quick withdrew,
Juſt as its Form was loſt in Air,
Theſe Murmurs ſeem'd to breathe deſpair!
"Why! Why Rennardo!—Wou'd you force
"My gen'rous Spirit from its Courſe,
"I worſhip God, and love my King,
"I will not be, that Raſcal thing,
"Thy Politics compel—Forbear!
"Or by Heav'n's ſacred truth I ſwear,
[21] "I'll be, what Nature meant I ſhou'd,
"Protector only, of the Good—
"'Tis paſt—We can no more agree—
"Who parts from Virtue—Parts from Me!"—
Th' Aſſembly on each other gaze,
Rennardo ſtood in fix'd amaze,
Downcaſt his eye—Now firſt ('tis ſaid)
A bluſh his Sable Cheek o'erſpread,
Confus'd—He cou'd not raiſe his head!
Th' Arch-Fiend obſerv'd—'Twas Conſcience-ſtruck,
Which to divert—He gently took
His Hand—Then ſlyly, ſmoothly ſpake,
"Why ſhou'd that Silly Shadow, make
"This change my Friend,—Wherefore, this Gloom?
"Such Checks—We muſt expect to come—
"And ('ere complete, our Grand Attempt),
"Unnumber'd phantoms of Contempt,
"Virtue's cold Vot'riſts) will ariſe,
"Obtruſive on our Ears, our Eyes—
"Thou!—Heed them not!—Tho' they appear!
"They are but unembodied Air,
"Know!—Subſtance cou'd not enter here,
"Inimical to our Career,
"The noxious Vapours round Us ſpread,
"Wou'd ſtrike Corporeal Virtue dead."
Rennardo—(willingly beguil'd)
Shook Friendſhip off—and Blacker ſmil'd—
[22] Subſtance—again arriv'd—A Form,
(That ſeem'd the leavings of a Storm,)
With deep-ſunk eye, and rubied face,
(A Badge, to Temperance, diſgrace,)
Drew near, and to the Sable Chief,
Thus gave his phrenzied mind relief,
"Before this Court—I humbly bend—
"Diſorder's ſtauncheſt, loudeſt Friend—
"Rennardo, Thou! Thou know'ſt full well,
"My wily Match, is not in Hell;
"Ignobly born—I've dar'd to ſoar,
"Where Knaves like me ne'er ſail'd before—
"No Heighth—I've not aſpir'd to climb,
"By aid of Proſe, or aid of Rhime,
"My Eloquential Powers fram'd,
"'Gainſt whatſoe'er is Virtue nam'd—
"Myſelf Confuſion's eldeſt born,
"True to my Sire have ever worn
"Theſe maxims graven on my mind—
"With nought thine own, be Aye inclin'd,
"To raiſe Rebellion's bluſt'ring Wind.
"And think! Another's loſs may give,
"Thy ſhatter'd Frame wherewith to live,
"Beyond the reach of Juſtice pow'r,
"Who blaſts as yet—Thine ev'ry hour,
"Be Grave—be Gay—all Sins partake,
"Be [...] St [...]ſm [...]n [...]pl [...]r [...] Rake"
[23] "That hitherto, I ſo have ſtriv'n,
"Behold! Who comes—The fall'n, from Heav'n!
"Behold!—And own—conjunct with Thine,
"My Acts—illuſtrious Cataline"
The Portals op'ning wide, diſplay'd—
Two noble Forms—in black array'd—
Conviction, ſat in either eye,
And either boſom, heav'd a ſigh,
Each wou'd have ſpake, when Satan, thus—
Ladies—precedence, claim with Us,"
A word ſuffic'd, ſhe curtſied low,
His [...] retiring, made his bow—
"High born—and bred, with all the care,
"That fondneſs cou'd invent—to rear
"A mind might ſuit, this once fair frame,
"No art was left untried—The flame
"Of Conqueſt ſtruggling, I repreſt,
"But all in vain! It fir'd my breaſt!
"This my wiſe Sire perceiv'd—and dread,
"Leſt Shame ſhou'd wrap his ancient head,
"He choſe a mate and bade me wed—
"Rank—Splendor—Wealth—I now enjoy'd,
"Of Splendor—Rank—and Wealth, was cloy'd
"Inſenſible of honor grew,
"And diſſipation only knew,
"Which to ſupport, I play'd, was croſs'd,
"And Pin-money—and Jewels loſt,
[24] "Nor Them alone—Rennardo ſaw
"My Spirit ſpurn'd, at Wedded Law,
"He introduc'd a blooming [...]
"And Modeſty has fled me ſince,
"Their Cauſe was mine—as ſuch receive—
"And view in me another eve."
She ceas'd—Her mate approach'd—And ſaid,
"Confuſion's Cauſe—has turn'd my head,
"Of [...] Thouſand Pounds a Year,
"I have not now a Guinea clear,
"My Wife, the faireſt of the fair,
"Is loſt to ev'ry ſocial care,
"Trammell'd by You, has paſt the goal,
"You've had Her Body—take Her Soul!"
"Too ſpiritleſs!—And mean, to ſin!
"Hence"—(Satan ſaid) rejoin your Kin,
"Who in days paſt my pow'r defied,
"And J-mes expell'd—and me belied."
Backward He trod, his dreary way,
To Widow'rd—Ruin'd—Chearleſs day.
NOW—Curſings—Ravings, Noiſe and Gabble—
Exceeding all We've heard of Babel,
Reach'd the High Bench—Now, louder grew,
In ruſh'd the Croud—And firſt, to view,
Head of the Democratic Mob,
And panting for a Sanguine Job,
[25] The Wretch, Nequiſſimus, was ſeen,
A Book-uplifting—(Rights of Men)
"Primaeval Rights—I claim"—(He cry'd)
"Each paſſion ſhall be gratified—
"What Claim has any to with-hold,
"From me—His Lands, or hoarded Gold?
"What Claim has any to refuſe,
"That I, His Wife, or Daughter uſe?
"What Claim has any to a Home
"Where I, and mine, mayn't freely come,
"What Claim has any King or Judge
"To hang a murderer—thief make budge?
"None, I proclaim.—This Pamphlet read—
"You there will find it is decreed,
"The World from fett'ring Law is free,
"And man controuls his deſtiny—
"Earth thus diſburthen'd of its load.
"We'll ſtorm the ſkies, and unthrone G [...]"
Inſtant—A Total Darkneſs grew,
Hail, Thunders, Lightning—Scar'd the Crew,
Satan before, had felt it's Force,
Arreſt his curs'd Blaſphemous Courſe,
So ſunk to Hell from King and Church,
And left his Pros'lytes in the lurch,
Fall'n on their Faces, fearing day—
They knew not, Wrath was paſs'd away,
Until they heard—A Loyal Choir,
With Voice—and Harp, and Stringed Lyre,
[26] The Praiſe of Albion celebrate,
(Whoſe THREE, like HEAV'NS, compoſe the State)
By That, they found, Her Genius 'roſe,
Triumphant, o'er Malignant Foes:
Aſham'd—Afraid—They ſep'rate fled—
And Order ſang—"Rebellion dead!
FINIS.
- Zitationsvorschlag für dieses Objekt
- TextGrid Repository (2020). TEI. 4913 The levellers or Satan s Privy Council A Pasquinade in three cantos The author Hugh Hudibras Esq. University of Oxford Text Archive. . https://hdl.handle.net/21.T11991/0000-001A-600F-8