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Can thy Frauds and Abuſes in Publick Expoſe,
Thou a Friend to the Nation, thou art worſe thin her Foes?
From thee 'tis our Dangers and Loſſes ariſe,
That St. Poll makes our Veſſels of Trading his Prize,
That our Ships are ill Mann'd, and our Navies ill Stor'd,
And have Landmen inſtead of Tarpaulins Aboard ;
From thee their loſt Suſtenance Families grieve,
And Orphans of Fathers no Comforts receive;
That Thouſands of Wives eat in Sorrow their Bread,
And at Charge of the Pariſh Houſe-keepers are fed.
Heavens grant, from their Preſſures, their Sorrows and Cries;
On our Navies no Judgments fall down from the Skies,
And Avengeful of Wrongs which the Innocent bear,
We feel not Effects we have Reaſon to fear;
Since the Clamours and Pray'rs againſt Men in your Station,
May draw flown Misfortunes upon a whole Nation ;
Not that I'd be ſuppos'd, or be thought to Exclaim
At all in your Office, there are bear the Name,
Who true to their Orders receiv'd from Above,
Their Diſtinction at once and Compaſſion approve ;
There are that Moleſt not the Perſons you Seize,
And let well Born and Well-Bred live at Eaſe.
Wherefore, we Deſire, Implore, and we Call,
That on thy Head alone, all theſe Judgements may fall ;
When Aboard, mayſt thow be a By-word to the Sailors.
When at Land, a Compamon for Forters and Taylors;
May Bailiffs, as thou do'ſt Honeſt People, beſet thee,
Mayſt thou wiſh to do Wrong, and the Tempter not let thee;
May Flat Caps and Fiſh Wives, whoſe Aprons are blue,
With their Tongues and their Tallons thee that Starves 'em purſue;
May the Women their Children lay down at thy Door,
Be Contemn'd by the Bawd, and be Scorn'd by the Whore ;
Be aſham'd of thy ſelf, if thou know'ſt what is Shame,
While the Widdows and Fatherleſs ſigh at thy Name.
Till like Judas Tormented, like Judas thou Hang
With the Reft of the Varlets who belong, to thy Gang;
Or elſe, to bring up to perfection our Wiſhes,
For Feeding on Men, be thou Eaten by Fiſhes;
That thoſe who are Guilty of what thou haſt done,
By thy dreadful Example, thy Example may ſhun.
LONDON: Printed for the AUTHOR. 1705.
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