Each bonfire is a funeral pile, In which they roast, and scorch, and broil, 1520 And ev'ry representative Have vow'd to roast-and broil alive : And 'tis a miracle we are not Already facrific'd incarnate; For while we wrangle here, and jar, 1525 We're grilly'd all at Temple-bar; Some, on the fign-post of an alehouse, Made up of rags to perfonate Refpective officers of ftate; 1530 That, henceforth, they may stand reputed, Profcrib'd in law, and executed, And, while the work is carrying on, Be ready lifted under Dun, That worthy patriot, once the bellows, And tinder-box of all his fellows; 1535 The activ'ft member of the five, As well as the most primitive; For fince the state has made a quint 1540 For, moulded to the life, in clouts, 1545 Th' have pick'd from dunghills hereabouts, He's mounted on a hazel bavin A cropp'd malignant baker gave 'em ; And to the largest bonfire riding, Each in a tatter'd talifman, 1555 Like vermin in effigy flain. But, what's more dreadful than the rest, As by the crackers plainly appears; 1560 1565 1570 And blow us up, in th' open streets, Tho' fome fuppofe, 'twas but to fhew How much they scorn'd the faints, the few, But Jefuits have deeper reaches And from the Coptic priest, Kircherus, And by their stings, the fwords they wore, 1575 1585 1590 Because these subtle animals Bear all their int'rests in their tails; But when they're once impair'd in that, They thought all governments were beft, 1595 For, as in bodies natural, The rump's the fundament of all; 1600 With which, like veffels under fail, They 're turn'd and winded by the tail. The tail, which birds and fishes steer, Their courfes with, thro' sea and air; To whom the rudder of the rump is 1605 The fame thing with the ftern and compass, This fhews, how perfectly the rump And common-wealth in nature jump. |