Williamsburgh in Virginia
and form an
Bless us! What dismall times are these!
What stars are in Conjunction!
When Priests turn Sycophants to please
And hair brain'd Passion to appease;
dare prostitute their function.
Sure all the Furies must Combine
To sway the Convocation
That 17 Clergy men should Joyne
Without one word of Proof to Sign
So false an Accusation.
First Wheatly (c) heads the Reverend Tribe
Amongst the Chiefest Actors
A Tooll no pencil can describe
Who Sells his Conscience for a Bribe
And Slights his Benefactors.
Sober and Meek under Disgrace
As better fate Deserving
Now he's Advanc'd, he soaks his face
And Spurns at those that wrought his peace
And kept the Rogue from Starving.
Portlock (d) the Cat queen of the Age
Deserves the 2d Station
A Doubty Clerk and Reverend Sage
Who turns his pulpit to a Stage
And banters Reformation.
Rude to his Wife, false to his friend
A Clown in Conversation
Who rather than he'd be confin'd
To either to be just or kind
Would Sign his own Damnation
Corah (a) comes next that Sturdy Swain. (a) Mr Ralph Bowker
A Bawling Pulpit Hector
A Preacher of Hugh Peter's vain
That sacred Writ can twist and strain
To flatter his protector.
A Sot abandon'd to his paunch
Prophane without Temptation
Who flames of Jealousy (b) to quench
Creeps in a corner with his Wench
And makes retaliation.
Then in Comes Ware with fudling School
Well warmd and fit for Action
A mungrell party Colour'd Tool
Equally mix'd of Knave and fool
By nature prone to Faction.
Faint hearted Smith like Esops Bat
Both birds and beasts reject him
With his blew vest and Cock'd up hat
He Sign'd and threatened God knows what
But now pleads Non est factum.
The Tavern was the place they chose
To hold their Consultation
Where each one drank a lusty Dose
His Stupid Coxcomb to dispose
To form the Accusation.
Good Store of Bristol beer and Stout
By Dozens was Expended
The Glass went merryly about
Some sung and others swore and fought
And so the farce was Ended.
Blest State to which the Ord:rs Sunk!
A Happy Reformation
Now without fear they may be drunk
And fight and Swear and keep a punk
And laugh at Deprivation
Printed in ye year 1704