He had in foreign parts been sent to School,
And did in _Doeg_'s place the Kings thin Treasure rule.
He to _Eliakim_ was neer alli'd;
What greater parts could he possess beside?
For the wise _Jews_ believ'd the King did run
Some hazard, if he prov'd his Father's Son.
But now, alas! th' Exchequer was grown poor,
The Coffers empty, which did once run o're.
The bounteous King had been so very kind,
That little Treasure he had left behind.
_Elam_ had gotten with the empty Purse,
For his dead Father's sake the Peoples Curse:
For they believ'd that no great good could spring
From one false to his Country and his King.
_Jotham_ the fickle Shuttle-cock of Wit,
Was bandied several ways to be made fit:
Unconstant, he always for Honour tri'd,
At last laid hold upon the rising side.
If Wit he had, 'twas thought, by not a few,
He a better thing did want, and Wisdom too.
Then _Amiel_ would scarce give place to him,
Who once the chief was of the _Sanhedrim_.
He then appeared for the Crowns defence;
But spoke his own, and not the Nations sense.
And tho he praised was by _Shimei_'s Muse,
The _Jews_ of many Crimes did him accuse.
_Harim_, a man like a bow'd Ninepence bent,
Had tried all the ways of Government:
Was once a Rebel, and knew how to cant;
Then turn'd a very Devil of a Saint: