Samuel Garth

“ What we, thro' wiser Conduct, wou'd conceal;
Is't Reason we shou'd quarrel with the Glass
That shews the monstrous Features of our Face?
Or grant some grave Pretenders have of late
Thought fit an Innovation to create ”

“ Who fill Church-yards, and who unpeople States,
Who baffle Nature and dispose of Lives,
Whilst Russel, as we please, or starves, or thrives,
Should e'er submit to their despotic Will,
Who out o'Consultation scarce can kill? ”

“ And Leaches, in our Glasses, swell to Whales,
Or Norwich trade in Implements of Steel,
And Bromingham in Stuffs and Druggets deal!
Allys at Wapping furnish us new Modes,
And Monmouth street, Versailles with Riding-hoods;
The Sick to th' Hundreds in pale Throngs repair,
And change the Gravel-Pits for Kentish Air.
Our Properties must on our Arms depend;
'Tis next to Conquer, bravely to Defend.
'Tis to the Vulgar, Death too harsh appears;
The Ill we feel is only in our Fears. ”