And has taste in wigs, collars,

                     cuirasses and lace;

     Who, to tricksters and fools,

                    leaves the State and its treasure,
     And, when Britain's in tears,

                     sails about at his pleasure;

     Who spurn'd from his presence

                    the Friends of his youth,

     And now has not one

                    who will tell him the Truth;
     Who took to his counsels,
     in evil hour,

     The friends to the Reasons

                  of lawless Power;

     That back the Public Informer,
     who

     Would put down the Thing

                    that, in spite of new Acts,

     And attempts to restrain it

              by Soldiers or Tax,

     Will poison the Vermin,

     That plunder the Wealth,

     That lay in the House,

     That Jack built.

     THIS PRIEST,

               made 'according to Law,'

     Who, on being ordain'd, vow'd, by rote, like a daw,
     That he felt himself call'd, by the Holy Spirit,

     To teach men the Kingdom of Heaven to merit;
     That, to think of the World and the flesh he'd cease,
     And keep men in quietness, love, and peace;

     And, making thus his profession and boast,
     Receiv'd, from the Bishop, the Holy Ghost:

     Then—not having the fear of God before him—

     Is sworn in a Justice, and one of the Quorum;
     'Gainst his spiritual Oath, puts his Oath of the Bench,
     And, instead of his Bible, examines a wench;

     Gets Chairman of Sessions—leaves his flock, sick
              or dying,

     To license Ale-houses—and assist in the trying
     Of prostitutes, poachers, pickpockets, and thieves;—
     Having charged the Grand Jury, dines with them,
     and gives

     "Church and King without day-light gets fresh,
              and puts in—

     To the stocks vulgar people, who fuddle with gin:
     Stage-coach men, and toll-men, convicts as he pleases;
     And beggars and paupers incessantly teazes:
     Commits starving vagrants, and orders Distress
     On the Poor, for their Rates—signs warrants to press,
     And beats up for names to a Loyal Address:
     Would indict, for Rebellion, those who Petition:
     And, all who look peaceable, try for