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Dr.s l. A stout Orthodox Doctor fell firſt in their Wind,
ThePack open'd their Throats, tn hopes Mob wou'd have join' d;
On a hot paſſive Scent they ran him full ſpeed,
'Till the Rabble cry'd out, Your too Rank there, talk beed :
What o'er-leap the Church-Poles, and break thro' Conſtitution !
Sure "the Devil's your Leader and you Hunt for Confuſion

        chor. Then to horſe ; Loyal Hearts, & c.

Ld. W-m At the Head of the Pack, ſtupid William's Commanding,
P—t,         Who is of Quality Breed, by his deep Underſtanding
If to dull Worthle^{ſs whelps} Titles afford,
His Merits confeſs him a Dog of a Lord :
Thoſe crafty old Currs that deſpite the poor Tool,
Yet only for Luck fake they Hunt with a Fool.

        Chor. Then to Horſe ,Loyal Hearts,&c.

F-k d—n. Loud Blaſphemous Fack, that was ſtrip'd by Oak Royal,
The Republican Whelp of a Sire that was Loyal;
VVith Goal Birds arjj' VVhpres to plantations he croſs' d,
'Till the Sharper retriv'd, what the Bubble had loft :
Now in hopes of a place he ſtill Yelps and Impeaches,
Tho' the pert forward Curr oft himfelf over-reaches.

        Chor. Then to Horſe, Loyal Hearts, &c.

Ld. c—by.   There's Wolf the Repacious, loud Bluſter and Thunder ;
Sr. p- r Sir Peter the Grim , and the late Speaker Blunder;
K—g.        For theſe dull heavy currs, love to mount in a Chair,
Mr, s_b.   Tho', like Monkies that climb, they expoſe their Parts bare
_{Sr. F-b} And Fack, call'd the ill look'd, who trains-up New-comers,
F-l.           And ſtill ſpeaks in seaſon, for his VV it comes from Sommers..

        Chor. Then to Horſe, Loyal Hearts, &c.

There's Hackam, and Braſs for their deep Mouths Renown'd,
Becauſe empty Sculs, haver a great ſtrength of ſound :
^G—l Send Hackam to Spain, what great Feats he'll atchieve :
s-pe.         But his Conduct's enough to make Senates believe:
_MrW -le. And Young Braſs of corinth Will never deceive ye,
For he pays off the Cauſe juſt as well as the Navy.

        Chor. Then to Horſe, Loyal Hearts, &c,

How honour spd honeſty, Dogs can unite,
For their dear Countries ſake, they'll Steal, Plunder and Bite;
Themſelvesand their VVhelps they'll Enrich for its good,
And make Monarchs great by ſhedding their Blood :
Yer fo eager for Game the White staff take away,
They'll Hunt Dr. Volpone for a rank Beaſt of Prey.                   

        cher. Then to Horſe, Loyal Hearts, &c.

Then TO RY, poor TORY, ne'er hope to prevail,
You are beat from the Pack, with a Shooe at your Tail.
Go learn to plead Conſcience, when you Cheat, Lye and Cant,
And plunder the publick with the looks of a Saint :
If you'd Join the old sett, with New Principles ſet ye,
Stick at nothing that's baſe you'll be of their Committee.

        Chor.' Then to Horſe, Loyal Hearts, &c.

Dublin: Printed by E. Waters in Eſſex-ſtreet, 1713.