A loyal satyr against Whiggism
1682
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A loyal satyr against Whiggism
Sprat, Thomas, 1635-1713.
4 leaves.
Printed for C.B. and are to be sold by W. Davis,
[London :
1682]
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Imprint from colophon.
Attributed to Thomas Spratt in the Wrenn catalogue.
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A
Loyal
Satyr
against
Whiggism
.
AS
I
did
lately
travel
from
the
Town
Through
distant
Roads
,
and
deserts
scarcely
known
,
From
whose
dark
thickets
when
I
'd
made
my
way
,
A
new-found
World
,
as
well
as
new-born
day
I
thought
appear'd
;
where
Nature
rul'd
alone
,
No
Art
,
or
help
,
no
gawdy
pomp
was
shown
,
But
every
Plant
,
each
Bush
,
and
spreading
Tree
Did
grow
without
mans
Care
or
Industry
.
There
as
I
stood
,
and
cast
my
eyes
around
,
Pleas'd
with
the
sight
of
that
delightful
ground
,
Something
from
midst
the
Walks
did
towards
me
make
,
Which
nearly
did
resemble
humane
shape
;
Soon
as
it
nigher
came
it
prov'd
to
be
A
man
of
most
inviting
honesty
;
An
Aspect
courteous
,
and
a
brow
serene
,
Of
humane
nature
,
and
most
humble
meen
,
His
hoary
head
did
Veneration
bear
,
And
his
face
spoke
his
Noble
Character
.
Joyful
I
was
in
those
strange
parts
to
find
A
front
that
did
foretel
so
brave
a
mind
,
For
asking
me
Transactions
of
the
Town
,
I
told
him
what
disorders
late
were
done
;
What
wild
distractions
and
mishapen
fears
,
And
what
a
Cloud
of
Faction
round
appears
,
What
daring
Treasons
were
but
now
maintain'd
By
Sh.
and
City
both
in
Faction
train'd
,
And
how
the
bloudy
minded
Whigs
do
aim
To
play
again
their
old
King-killing
game
.
Which
when
the
good
old
man
heard
me
relate
,
In
flowing
tears
he
mourn'd
his
Countrys
fate
,
And
gave
me
this
Advice
,
Beware
my
Son
Lest
by
the
Wiles
of
Traytors
thou'
rt
undone
,
For
I
have
known
th'
Experience
of
those
times
,
When
Loyalty
was
thought
the
worst
of
Crimes
;
And
when
Rebellion
with
a
daring
eye
Was
cover'd
by
the
Veil
of
sanctity
,
But
thou
art
young
,
therefore
I
'le
plainly
show
How
thou
a
Monster
Whig
mayst
surely
know
,
It
somewhat
favours
man
;
so
have
I
seen
When
on
a
Christmas
Evening
we
have
been
On
frolicks
bent
,
a
thing
of
such
like
note
,
With
hairy
Chin
,
diminish'd
hanging
Coat
,
Broad
Hat
,
stiff
Band
,
and
a
malicious
Eye
,
Which
at
a
distance
fully
seem'd
to
be
The
very
Villain
that
sequestred
me
.
It
rais'd
my
wonder
,
but
as
't
tow'rds
us
prest
What
should
it
prove
but
a
Baboon
well
drest
,
For
so
morose
are
they
,
and
more
precise
:
As
we
're
in
truth
,
they
're
positive
in
lies
;
What
one
but
says
,
the
other
straight
will
swear
,
Let
it
be
right
or
wrong
,
or
foul
or
fair
,
It
is
all
one
,
since
they
the
Godly
are
.
Vile
hypocrites
,
who
're
only
good
in
show
,
Whose
whole
Religion
lies
in
seeming
so
:
For
were
their
Souls
laid
open
to
our
view
,
We
should
not
find
amongst
'em
all
one
true
.
Therefore
beware
(
again
the
old
man
said
)
Lest
by
their
flattering
tongues
thou
art
betray'd
,
But
if
they
find
you
loyal
,
wise
,
and
brave
,
They
'l
leer
,
and
smile
,
and
smiling
dig
your
grave
;
Such
is
their
malice
,
spight
,
and
mortal
hate
'Gainst
all
that
love
their
Country
,
Prince
,
and
State.
Now
gentle
Youth
let
any
man
of
wit
Weigh
right
their
Cause
,
and
well
Consider
it
They
'l
find
conceal'd
a
lurking
Jesuit
.
Morals
and
Whigs
are
Inconsistent
things
,
The
one
still
saves
,
the
other
still
kill
's
Kings
;
Morality
would
teach'em
to
obey
,
And
make
'em
happy
under
Sovereign
sway
,
Make
'em
speak
well
of
,
and
do
good
to
all
;
Envious
tow'rds
none
,
but
love
in
general
.
The
very
Herds
do
due
submission
yield
To
the
Imperial
Lion
of
the
Field
;
No
Mutinies
or
Factions
do
they
know
,
But
pay
Allegiance
where
they
ought
to
do
;
'T
is
only
Whig
,
that
worser
Beast
than
they
,
That
does
pretend
to
Sense
,
and
disobey
.
He
that
although
he
hears
his
Brothers
name
Unjustly
wrong'd
,
won't
vindicate
his
fame
,
But
rather
blow
those
ashes
into
fire
Which
were
before
just
ready
to
expire
.
Oh!
where
is
then
his
Justice
,
does
it
lie
In
things
like
these
,
or
Acts
of
charity
?
There
I
have
known
'em
well
;
ye
poor
beware
,
Better
ye
starve
than
ask
for
mercy
there
:
For
stead
of
helping
,
they
will
spurn
your
grief
,
Contemn
your
sorrows
,
and
forbid
relief
.
Once
one
of
these
did
my
assistance
crave
For
certain
Sums
,
which
I
most
frankly
gave
Without
the
least
distrust
,
his
Note
,
or
Bond
,
(
For
who
would
think
that
man
could
do
such
wrong
)
Which
when
I
call'd
for
in
,
in
rage
he
says
,
Nay
vows
he
never
saw
me
in
his
days
.
By
this
I
only
warn
thee
to
be
wise
,
Nere
trust
'em
,
for
they
're
all
deceit
and
lies
,
Whilst
still
they
seem
to
act
on
pious
grounds
,
Yet
cut
your
throat
to
gain
an
hundred
pounds
.
'T
is
Interest
alone
that
they
adore
,
Almighty
Interest
,
and
a
secret
Whore
Can
touch
the
Letchers
so
,
that
they
agen
Shall
hug
and
fleer
as
if
they
're
Jurymen
;
Oh
that
blest
time
!
then
,
then
the
Cause
did
rise
,
And
full
revenge
for
Tory
Injuries
,
It
was
not
Right
,
but
Faction
did
prevail
,
A
well-grown
Whig
of
Verdicts
ne're
could
fail
;
Oh
then
ye
common
Hirelings
,
Cheats
,
and
Knaves
,
Heroes
in
Stews
,
Stabbers
,
and
Alley-braves
;
Turn
,
turn
t'
embrace
so
good
,
so
safe
a
Cause
There
you
may
act
your
Murders
with
applause
,
Kill
but
a
Tory
,
and
you
serve
the
Laws
.
Nay
,
though
't
is
prov'd
,
that
't
was
your
dire
Intent
To
seize
your
King
at
Oxford
Parliament
.
Yet
bring
it
up
to
Town
,
and
you
shall
be
Prais'd
by
a
Jury
for
your
Loyalty
;
Though
at
the
very
moment
Oaths
they
take
That
all
they
do
is
mee●
for
Conscience
sake
.
At
this
he
paus'd
,
and
somewhat
weary
grown
In
a
fine
od'rous
Grotto
we
sate
down
,
And
then
he
thus
went
on
,
Think
not
dear
Youth
That
what
I
've
said
is
malice
more
than
truth
,
For
Heaven
can
tell
from
such
vile
thoughts
I
'm
free
,
And
all
is
out
of
sense
of
honesty
.
Which
did
they
know
,
they
would
not
dare
to
own
The
Hellish
Principles
of
Forty
one
,
Nor
in
their
Tubs
of
Treason
still
declare
That
Kings
Elective
by
the
People
are
.
Nor
would
they
now
,
(
but
Whig
is
still
the
same
)
Foment
Divisions
,
and
blow
up
the
flame
;
But
Jealousies
,
Suspicion
,
Guilt
,
and
Fear
Do
on
their
disaffected
brow
appear
;
Their
business
is
to
raise
Commotions
higher
,
Lay
open
breaches
,
peoples
hearts
to
fire
With
wild
Chimeraes
of
tyrannick
Pow'r
,
And
of
another
bloudy
Massacre
;
Or
now
,
which
is
so
much
the
Nations
Cry
,
The
eminent
increase
of
Popery
.
'T
is
Popery
that
round
our
City
waits
,
'T
is
Popery
that
taints
our
Magistrates
;
'T
is
that
alone
that
makes
our
Nation
fear
A
Popish
Miss
,
and
Popish
Successor
,
Cries
out
old
Belial's
Heir
,
the
noble
Peer
.
Whose
little
bulk
with
Treason
's
so
orecast
That
it
is
vanish'd
in
the
mist
at
last
;
He
that
's
reserv'd
so
long
only
to
be
A
fitter
pattern
of
Hells
Cruelty
,
Where
with
his
Faction
when
he
groveling
lies
,
They
may
,
too
late
,
cast
up
repenting
eyes
,
And
ask
forgiveness
of
that
Prince
,
whose
name
They
made
it
still
their
business
to
defame
;
Whilst
he
shall
dazle
with
a
Crown
so
bright
,
Their
guilty
heads
shan't
bear
that
glorious
light
,
But
from
his
presence
sink
,
and
howl
in
dismal
night
.
Another
Tenet
Whig
does
surely
hold
,
Is
to
rail
at
these
times
,
and
praise
the
old
;
To
cry
out
on
the
Nations
horrid
pride
,
And
cast
all
sins
upon
the
Tory
side
;
As
if
that
formal
looks
and
dress
precise
Mayn't
hide
a
heart
more
proud
than
ever
lies
In
those
that
wear
more
handsom
Decencies
.
Then
Whoring
,
Drinking
,
Swearing
to
our
Charge
They
all
impute
,
and
lay
our
Crimes
at
large
;
And
Crimes
they
are
,
but
such
with
them
are
done
,
Ienny
can
tell
how
well
the
Tap
did
run
.
'T
is
thus
that
Faction
moves
,
't
is
these
foul
ways
That
makes
Rebellions
,
broyls
,
and
threatning
days
;
These
are
the
men
from
whom
all
trouble
springs
;
'T
is
they
that
ruine
States
,
't
is
they
that
ruine
Kings
;
Though
he
be
ne're
so
gracious
,
just
,
and
good
,
One
that
wa'nt
pleas'd
ev'n
with
Traytors
bloud
;
And
though
whole
Hecatombs
could
ne'r
attone
For
Royal
bloud
,
and
an
Usurped
Throne
,
Yet
,
like
the
Almighty
,
with
a
giving
hand
Pours
favours
still
on
an
ungrateful
Land
;
And
how
do
they
requite
him
now
at
last
?
'T
is
well
,
't
is
well
,
Acts
of
Oblivion
past
.
Sure
't
was
enough
to
have
a
Father
slain
,
Not
to
attempt
it
in
the
Son
again
:
But
they
who
are
not
grateful
,
cannot
be
Ever
expected
to
have
honesty
.
The
very
Beasts
do
gratitude
profess
;
Oblige
them
once
,
what
kindness
they
'l
express
By
every
sign
,
and
in
their
Language
say
,
Rather
than
you
shall
die
,
we
'll
be
the
prey
:
Now
to
be
Whig
and
grateful
ne'r
was
known
,
It
is
enough
to
make
their
Charter
none
.
For
if
such
bounteous
graces
of
their
Prince
Can't
raise
a
grateful
,
nor
a
Loyal
sense
,
But
they
who
after
all
,
his
Pow'r
disown
,
His
Favours
slight
,
and
undermine
his
Throne
,
First
bring
him
low
,
to
seize
at
last
his
Crown
.
who
're
so
to
Kings
,
oh
what
will
they
then
be
To
Fellow
Creatures
of
their
own
Degree
?
How
are
they
fit
for
Mans
Society
?
London
,
Printed
for
C.
B.
and
are
to
be
sold
by
W.
Davis
,
1682.