Your Saviour in Distress,
You in his first Request deny'd,
And then his Royal Patience try'd
With a canting sham Address.

VII.

Ye are the Men that to be chose
Wou'd be at no Expences,
Who love no Friends, nor fear no Foes,
Have ways and means that no Man knows
To mortify your Senses.

VIII.

Ye are the Men that can condemn
By Laws made _ex post facto_,
Who can make Knaves of honest Men,
And married Women turn again
To be Virgo and Intacta.

IX.

Go on to purify the Court,
And damn the Men of Places
Till decently you send them home,
And get your selves put in their room,
And then you'll change your Faces.

X.