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The Whiggiſh Poet’s Recantation: With an Account of his Misfortune in his counterfeit Lawyers Gown.

 

When that I in a Lawyers Gown,
 Was got amongſt the Lawyers;
I in my chewce was quickly found,
 I look’d more like a Sawyer.

 

To the Tune of, No Ignoramus Juries now.

 

This is my Reformation,
 and perfect Recantation,
Which ſhall appear, both far and near,
 through all the Land and Nation.
No Whining, nor Pining,
 nor Loyalty declining;
But let the Law, keep Whiggs in Awe,
 and check their damn’d deſigning.

I writ in praiſe of Tony,
 in ſhort it was for Mony;
But when I ſee, their Treachery,
 I’de be no more their Crony.
No whining, nor pining, &c.

I was a noble Spender,
 when Tony liv’d in Splendor,
I us’d to write, The Whiggs delight;
 to me much Fame did render.
No whining, nor pining, &c.

And I was mighty handy,
 in filling out the Brandy;
I’de Smoke and funk, till I was drunk,
 few whiggs could go beyond me.
No whining, nor pining, &c.

Thoſe days Sir, while they laſted,
 I had Sack when I ask’t it:
When I was drunk they ſent me home
 ſafe in a Porters Basket.
No whining, nor pining, &c.

When Ruſſel was Arraigned,
 a Lawyers Gown I gained;
I ask’d the Caſe, to my diſgrace,
 and all my Credit ſtained.
No whining, nor pining, &c.

With Lawyers I Converced,
 but quickly was diſgraced;
I was undone, and forc’d to run,
 and dare not ſtand to face it.
No whining, nor pining, &c.

Ambition ſo abounded,
 and I with ſhame ſurrounded:
I with my Gown, was tumbled down,
 and all my Wits confounded.
No whining, nor pining, &c.

This did eclipſe my glory,
 a ſad and diſmal Story;
The Rabble I, will now defie,
 and turn a Loyal Tory.
No whining, nor pining, &c.

God Bleſs great Charles and Jemmy,
 and all the whole Retinue,
With Peace and Love, down from Above,
 with happy Days and many.
No whining, nor pining,
 nor Loyalty declining;
But let the Law, keep Whiggs in Awe,
 and check their damn’d deſigning.

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London, Printed for M. Smelt, in the Year, 1684.