On The Trust

Think England what it is to shake, & better use your King, His power raisd the frozen snake, & Must he when he hears it speak, find how the tongue can sting? Trustees you make in long debates, Which he is forcd to give; While by your trust the rebell getts, The subject looses bought estates, & the oppressors live. Pitty us heaven, & lend your aid, Anothers intrest sett us free, & now it gives us slavery, Thus weakness is a property, & Greatness still obeyd. The men whose heavy arms we feel By Politicks are good or ill, Deceiving, or deceivd; Their law is founded on their will, & our's by that inslavd. Against their princes acts they rise, & in their princes name; The sly intreaguing factions choice, & erring patriots shame. So Dunghill foggs by fiery rays To saucy empire scale, Obscure the royall planetts face, With pride supply a lofty place, & with out pitty fall.