William Shippen,
Faction Display'd
(1705)
“ SAY, Goddess Muse, for thy All-searching Eyes Can Traytors trace thro' ev'ry dark Disguise, Can penetrate Intriguing Statesmen's Hearts, Their deepest Plots, and all their wily Arts. Say, how a Fierce Cabal, Combin'd of late, Imploy their anxious Thoughts t' embroil the State; What angry Pow'r inspires 'em to Complain In Anna's Gentle and Propitious Reign. Faction, a restless and repining Fiend, Curdles their Blood, and gnaws upon their Mind. Off-spring of Chaos, Enemy to Form, Who raging swells the World into a Storm. ”

