The Jacobites Hopes, or Perkin rideing in Triumph.
Long has Britannia's Empire firmly stood
Like some tall Pine that over tops a Wood
Whose strenuous Branches has for Ages past
Endur'd the Shock of many a Winters blast
Unmov'd, unrent her spiring Cliffs appear
And blooming Lawrels crown her ev'ry Year
No Forreign Pow'r co'd e'er her force reſtrain
No not th'united Pow'rs of France and Spain
Nor fierce Bavarin too who brought from far
His vet'ran Legions to Support the War
But though she is so famous grown in Wars
She bleeds beneath her own Inteſtine Jars
A Race of Men that seem from Heav'n hurl'd
As the Severeſt Judgment on the World
Whose Practise tis to damn their Liberty
And every hour to wiſh for Slavery
These have debauch'd the quiet of her Mind
Encreas'd her discords & her Ease declin'd
She's now transform'd, no more Serene & Fair
But like some Monstrous Hydra does appear
By Faction guided and Misled by Rage
Her Sons with one another to Engage.
I've travell'd France & Italy & Spain
Where Earth born Clods in Slavery remain
Where Tyrants do by Right Divine misrule
And ev'ry Man that's born is born a Fool
But I that Kingdom never yet cou'd see
Whose People beg'd to lose their Liberty
None ever were such Stupid Sots as We
We who as yet cou'd never be Content
With any Sort or Kind of Government
Let us but seriousſly this Pourtrait view
And learn from hence what Popery will do
And what muſt be th'unhappy Nations doom
When ye Pretender to ye Throne ſhall come
Follow'd by Jeſuits Monks & Friers & those
Who always were ye Church & Nation's Foes
When Moderation's made a Sacrifice
And quite forsaken underfoot she lies
Our Liberties a Prey to Tyrants made
And French Dragoons our Properties invade
Then will ye Nation wiſh but all in vain
Her former Ease & Grandeur to regain
Then ſhall we all that Toleration want
Which some Men are so backward now to grant
These are ye hopes of some we plainly See
So let 'em hope & always hope for me
May Anna long in Peace & Safety reign
Whilſt France & Hell oppose her Pow'r in vain
May the Church flouriſh & the Nation be
Bleſt with Her present Ease and Liberty
May ever Subject Say Amen with Me
Though if I might Young Perkins doom relate
Yet hang him, I wont prophesy his fate
And Heaven forbid that I ſhould say I hope
But faith I fear his End will be a Rope.
Explanation.
Drawn by 2 Aſſes, 2 Tygers, and 2 Dragons.
