The House would quickly grow so thin,
They durst not stand the Tryal.

XVIII.

King _Charles_ the Second knew your aim,
And Places gave, and Pensions;
And had King _William's_ Mony flown,
His Majesty would soon have known
Your Consciences Dimensions.

XIX.

But he has wisely given you up
To work your own desires,
And laying Arguments aside,
As things that have in vain been try'd,
To Fasting calls, and Prayers.

CHORUS--
Your Hours are choicely employ'd,
Your Petitions lie all on the Table,
With Funds Insufficient,
And Taxes Deficient,
And Deponents innumerable.
For shame leave this wicked Employment,
Reform both your Manners and Lives;
You were never sent out
To make such a Rout,
Go home, and look after your W----s.