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By us is all Commerce and Trade
Improv'd, and Manag'd, and Decay’d.
For nothing can go off so well,
Nor bears that Price, as what we sell.
We rule in ev'ry Public Meeting,
And make Men do what we judge fitting :
Are Magistrates in all Great Towns,
Where Men do nothing, but wear Gowns,
We make the Man of War strike' Sail,
And to aur braver Conduct vail.
And, when h’ has chas'd his Enemies,
Submit to us upon his Knees.
Is there an Officer of State,
Untimely rais’d; or Magiftrate,
That's Haughty and Imperious ?
He's but a Journey-man to us.
That as he gives us cause to do't,
Can keep him in, or turn him out.
We are your Guardians, that increase,
Or waste your Fortunes how we please :
And, as you humour us, can deal
In all your Matters, Ill or Well.
'Tis we that can dispose alone,
Whether your Hei, s shall be your own.
To whose Integrity you must,
In spight of all your Caution, trust;
And 'less you fly beyond the Seas,
Can fit you with what Heirs we please:
And force you town 'em, tho' begotteri
By French Valets, or Irish Footmen.
Nor can the rigorousest Course
Prevail, unless to make us worse.
Who, still the harsher we are us’d,
Are fu.ther off from b'ing reduc'd.
And scorn t'abate for any Ills,
The least Punctilio of our Wills.
Force does but whet our Wits t'apply
Arts, born with us, for Remedy:
Which all your Politicks, as yet,
Have ne'er been able to defeat,
For when ye have try'd all sorts of Ways;
What Fools d' we make of you in Plays ?
While all the Favours we afford
Are but to girt you with the Sworci,
To fight our Battels in our steads,
And have your Brains beat o't o' your Heads;
Encounter in despight of Nature,
And fight at once with Fire and Water.
With Pyrats, Rocks, and Storms, and Seas,
Our Pride and Vanity t'appease,
Kill one another, and cut Throats,
For our good Graces and best Thoughts ;
To do your Exercise for Honour,
And have your Brains beat out the fooner j
Or crack’d, as Learnedly, upon
Things that are never to be known:
And still appear the more Industrious, 1
The more your Projects are preposterous,
To square the Circle of the Arts ;
And run stark mad to Thew your Parts,
Expound the Oracle of Laws,
And turn them which way we see Cause,
Be our Solicitors, and Agents,
And stand for us in all Engagements,
And thefe are all the Mighty Powers,
You vainly boast, to cry
And what in real Value's wanting,
Supply with Vapouring and Ranting:
Because your felves are terrify'd,
And stoop to one another's Pride:
Believe we have as little Wit.
To be out-hector'd and submit
By your Example, lose that Right
In Treaties, which we gain'd in Fight:
And terrify'd into an Awe,
Pass on our felves a Saliqae Law,
Or, as some Nations use, give place,
And truckle to your Mighty Race :
Let Men usurp th' unjust Dominion;
As if they were the better Women.