Virginia's Complaint
Against the Plaintiffs

     O Endless Evill Day!
Our Mournfull Land of Late was heard to say)
     That Still more Gloomy grows,
And Storms on Storm, on Sorrow Sorrow blows
     Since first Rebellious men,
Against Good Bartlett drew their Angree Pen,
     And Cruel Swords Unsheath'd
And nought but Death and Desolation breath'd
     No wars had I till then
But with that Slowpac'd Matchcote Indian
     The Homeliest of my Race
Thrô all their Tents oreflowd in wealth and Peace
     Bliss did on Blissing shove
All Good things then in Sweet Returns of Love.
     Whitehall where shines my Queen)
By Idle, False, illtim'd Complaints hath Seen
To much my Childrens Gall, to much their Spleen
     Even now when close Employed
To Stem the Empire Universals Tyde.
Till then that Royall Palace nere did chide
     Nor ever heard from me
But by Complaints from other Shores did See
     And did me Happie call
And in my Silence heard me blest of all
     But since that Wofull wight
(I lothe name) by Crawling Vermin dy'd
p2     In his foull deeds enthrauld
And (in that Blood He Dam'd) by Furys hauld,
     And into Factions tore,
What erst I was, I'm happy now no more
     No Laws, Oaths, Bonds, Disgrace
Nor Honour, Nor best Nature of this Race
     Do now So much engage
Fidelity as Whispers in that Golden Age.
     Lampoon & Satyr now
(Those luckless Birds of Night) too me persue
     And grett my wearied Ears
With factions noise of Skulking Balladeers
That Spread in Vain False Rumors Doubts and Fears
     To Vex my troubled Shores
Which the Sagacious Statesman thus deplores
     And with much grief repeats My Lord Bacon
As the Sad Ushers of dissolving States in his Essays
     So true, alas too true
The Symptoms of old Evills are in View,
     Sedition, Spite and Rage
Churchmen abus'd, New Baconeers presage
     Go Sacrifice ye then
The Best of Rulers to the worst of men
     Him that my wealth increas'd
Both in the Publick and the Private Chest
     Me with the Muses blest
And my Collegiate Brows with Lawrell drest
     With Justice Rules my Bench
My Stragling Cottagers with Strong Defence.
     All ye my Treasuries
p3Of wealth, Witt, Justice, Conduct, Courage, rise
     And ye that Grace the whole
Attest your Founders Worth: Themis in Capitall
Let thy Immortal Praise His evergreen enroll
     Rouse next thy Royall head
By unseen Incubus Suckt almost dead
     Fair Lodge of learned Nine
By him these Lights both on & from Thee Shine
In evercircling Arms Him to thy Breast entwine
     Thy Birth, thy Life, thy Wealth
To Him thou ow'st & now (much more) thy Health
     This Nursing Father blast?
This truest Friend I never harbourd cast?
Who more than's own, your Good wrought first & last
     Oust this my Present Power
Henceforth Shall None Rule with content one hour
Each Jack Shall check and dare his Governour
     Tho English man be gon,
That we may ride a Native of our own
Or Scot, who may our Purseprou wishes crown
     That Springs their Brooks may 'dore
That every Creek his River may out roar
And Spreading Streams may own their Banks no more.
     While thus my Shield ye treat
Ye quite invert the highest Ends of State
Subjecting Judges to the Subjects Heat
     Ill-naturd Haughty men
Transfus'd this Evill blood in many a vein
Let Such amend or Law will Stop and drain
     Bad juice flows up apace
p4And Runs in Poisoned Groves from Race to Race
Bark ye the Trees e're they their Saplings raise
     Thus Guards must Guards ensure
Each Lower Orb Supports the Highers Power
He Shakes the Throne that rudely treads the floor