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But envious fate has claim'd its due,
To Richmond and Peterburgh, Matgave his letters,
And thought they were safe in the hands of his betters.
How happen'd it then that the packets were lost?
These were knights of the garter, not knights of the post.
THE VICEROY. A BALL AD.
OF Nero, tyrant, petty king,"
In fam'd Hibernia, I will sing,
He hated was by rich and poor,
So ill he exercis'd his power,
Full proud and arrogant was he,
The guilty he would still set free,
He, with a haughty impious nod,
Nor fearing either man or God:
A patriot” of high degree,
He is the same person mentioned in Down-hall. | * The Earl of Bellamont impeached Coningsby.
TO THE TUNE OF LADY ISABELLA’s TRAGEDY.
And, arm'd with truth, impeach'd the don
Which I'll unfold to you anon,
The articles recorded stand
Search but the archives of the land,”
Attend, and justly I’ll recite
The heads set in their native light
That traitorously he did abuse
And wickedly the same did use,
That he, contrary to all law,
Compelling the militia
Free quarters for the army too
On Protestants; his love to show,
1 Journal, Sabbati 16 die Decembris, 1693,
On all provisions destin’d for
He laid a tax full hard and sore,
The suttlers too he did ordain
Which they refus'd with just disdain,
By which provisions were so scant,
The soldiers food and drink did want,
He so much lov’d his private gain,
They might, or die, or might complain
That, above and against all right,
In council sitting, hellish spite,
That he, O Ciel ! without trial,
Though then the courts were open all,
No sooner said, but it was done,
Gaphny, alas! is dead and gone,
In this concise despotic way
Which did all honest men affray,
Full two good hundred pounds a year,
He settled on his favourite dear,
Besides, he gave five hundred pound
Who was his bail; one friend he found.
But for this horrid murder vile
His old friend help'd him o'er the stile:
With France, fair England's mortal foe.
Had any other done’t, I trow
That he did likewise traitorously,
Enrich himself most knavishly;