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APPENDIX.
And, for his sport, the town and court
In parties he'd divide.
Now what's become of all
His squinting policy,
Which wrought your Dagon's fall,
From justice forc'd to flee ?
Old and decrepid, full of pains.
As he of guilt was full,
He fell to fate, and now too late
He leaves us to condole.
Now learn, ye Whigs, in time,
By his deserved fall,
To expiate his crime,
Ere fate revenge you all :
For rights, religion, liberty.
Are but the sham pretence
To anarchy ; but loyalty
Obeys the lawful prince.
Hament for t^e ^pprct}enl)ing of ^iv Cl^omao IHtmstrong,
Tune— " Philander."
1683.
Ah ! cruel bloody Tom,
What couldst thou hope for more.
Than to receive the doom
Of all thy crimes before ?
For all thy bold conspiracies.
Thy head must pay the score ;
Thy cheats and lies, thy box and dice.
Will serve thy turn no more.
Ungrateful thankless wretch !
How couldst thou hope in vain.
Without the reach of Ketch,
Thy treasons to maintain 1
For murders long since done and past,
Thou pardons hast had store,
And yet wouldst still stab on, and kill,
As if thou hop'dst for more.