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O F Nero, tyrant, petty king*,
Who heretofore did reign

In fam'd Hibernia, I will fing, -
And in a ditty plain. 1

He hated was by rich and poor,
For reafons you fhall hear ;

So ill he exercis'd his power,
That he himfelf did fear.

Full proud and arrogant was he,
And covetous withal ;

The guilty he would ftill fet free,
But guiltlefs men enthral.

* Lord Coningfby, one of the lords juftices of Ireland.' -He is the fame perfon mentioned in DownhalI;

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He, with a haughty impious nod,
Would curfe and dogmatize ;

Mor fearing either man or God :
Gold he did idolize.

A patriot f of high degree,
Who could no longer bear

This upftart Viceroy's tyranny,
Againft him did declare.

And, arm'd with truth, impeach*d the Don
Of his enormous crimes,

VWhich I'll unfold to you anon,
In low, but faithful rhymes.

The articles recorded ftand,
Againft this peerlefs peer,
Search but the archives of the land *,
You'll find them written there.

Attend, and juftly I'll recite
His treafons to you all,

The heads fet in their native light
(And figh poor Gaphny's fall).

That traiteroufly he did abufe
The power in him repos'd;

And wickedly the fame did ufe,
On all mankind impos'd.

f The Earl of Bellamont impeached Coningfby. * Journal, Sabbati, 16 die Decembris, 1693. Q_3 That

That he, contrary to all law, -
An oath did frame and make,

Compelling the militia
Th' illegal oath to take.

Free-quarters for the army too
He did exa&t and force

On Proteftants ; his love to fhow,
Than Papift us'd them worfe.

On all provifions deftin'd for
The camp at Limerick,

He laid a tax ful! hard and fore, -.
Though many men were fick.

The futlers too he did ordain
For licences fhould pay,

Which they refus* d with juft diflain,
And fed the camp away.

By which provifions were fo fcant,
That hundreds there did die,

The foldiers food and drink did want,
Nor famine could they fly.

He fo much lov'd his private gain,
He could not hear or fee ;

They might, or die, or might complain,
Without relief, P A R D 1 E.

That,

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That, above and againft all right,
By word of mouth did he,

In council fitting, hellifh fpite,
The Farmer's fate decree :

That he, O c I e L ! without tria!,
Straitway fhould hanged be ;

Though then the courts were open all,
Yet Nero judge would be.

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In this concife defpotic way
Unhappy Gaphny fell,

Which did all honeft men affray, _
As truly it might well.

Full two good hundred pounds a year,
This poor man's real eftate,

He fettled on his favourite dear,
And Culliford can fay't.

Befides, he gave five hundred pound
To Fielding his own fcribe,

Who was his bail ; one friend he found,
He ow'd him to the bribe.

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But for this horrid murder vile
None did him profecute ;

His old friend help'd him o'er the ftile ;
With Satan who difpute ?

With France, fair England's mortal foe,
A trade he carry'd on ;

Had any other done't, I trow
To Tripos he had gone.

That he did likewife traiteroufly,
To bring his ends to bear,

Enrich himfelf moft knavifhly ;
O thief without compare !

Vaft quantities of ftores did he
Embezzle and purloin ;

Of the king's ftores he kept a key,
Converting them to coin.

The forfeited eftates alfo,
Both real and perfonal,

Did with the ftores together go,
Fierce Cerberus fwallow'd all.

Mean while the foldiers figh'd and fobb'da
For not one foufe had they ;

His Excellence had each man fobb'd,
For he had funk their pay.

Nero,

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