As needy Gallants in the Scriv'ners hands Court the rich Knave that gripes their Mortgag'd Lands, The first fat Buck of all the Season's sent, And Keeper takes no Fee in Complement; The doteage of some @3Englishmen@1 is such, To fawn on those who ruine them, the @3Dutch@1. They shall have all rather than make a War With those who of the same Religion are. The @3Streights@1, the @3Guiney@1 Trade, the Herrings too, Nay, to keep friendship, they shall pickle you. Some are resolv'd not to find out the Cheat, But Cuckold-like, love him who does the Feat: What injuries soe'r upon us fall, Yet still the same Religion answers all: Religion wheedled you to Civil War, Drew @3English@1 Blood, and @3Dutchmens@1 now wou'd spare. Be gull'd no longer; for you'l find it true, They have no more Religion, faith -- then you; Interest's the God they worship in their State; And you, I take it, have not much of that. Well, Monarchys may own Religions name, But States are Atheists in their very frame. They share a sin, and such proportions fall That, like a stink, 'tis nothing to 'em all. How they love @3England,@1 you shall see this day: No Map shows @3Holland@1 truer then our Play: Their Pictures and Inscriptions well weknow; We may be bold one Medal sure to show. View then their Falshoods, Rapine, Cruelty; And think what once they were they still would be: But hope not either Language, Plot, or Art; 'Twas writ in haste, but with an @3English@1 Heart: And lest hope Wit; in @3Dutchmen@1 that would be As much improper as would Honesty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN PENTUCKET [AUGUST 29, 1708] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CLOUD-CLIMBING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON YE SONS OF OLD KILLIE - A MASONIC SONG by ROBERT BURNS |