This Satire was printed about the Year 1704, in a Collection of fatirical Poems. A Piece which is not deficient in Wit and Fancy, and has many happy Strokes of Humour, deferves to be refcued from Oblivion.:

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EAR to the Rofe, where Punks in Numbers flock To pick up Cullies to increase the Stock, Alofty Fabrick does the Sight invade,

And fretches round the Place a pompous Shade, Where fudden Shouts the Neighbourhood furprife," And Thurd'ring Claps and dreadful Hifings rife.

Here thrifty Rhires Monarchs by the Day, And keeps his Mercenary Kings in Pay,

With deep mouth'd Actors fills the Vacant Scenes,
And drains the Town for Goddeffes and Queens:
Here the lewd Punk, with Crowns and Sceptres grac'd,
Teaches her Eyes a more Majestick Cast,

*Chriftopher Rich, Efq. Father of the late John Rich Patentee of Covent Garden Theatre.

And hungry Monarchs, with a numerous Train
Of fuppliant Slayes, like Sancho, starve and reign.
But enter in, my Mufe, the Stage furvey,
And all its Pomp and Pageantry difplay;
Trap-doors and Pit-falls form th'unfaithful Ground,
And magick Walls encompass it around:
On either Side maim'd Temples fill our Eyes,
And intermixt with Brothel-houfes rife;
Disjointed Palaces in Order stand,

And Groves obedient to the Mover's Hand
O'erfhade the Stage, and flourish at Command.
A Stamp makes broken Towns and Trees entire :
So when Amphion ftruck the vocal Lire,

He faw the fpacious Circuit all around

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With crowding Woods, and neighbouring Cities crown'd.

But next the Tiring-room furvey and fee Falfe Titles, and promifcuous Quality,

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Confus'dly fwarm, from Heroes, and from Queens,
To thofe that fwing in Clouds, and fill Machines;
Their various Characters they chufe with Art,
The frowning Bully fits the Tyrant's Part:
Swoln Cheeks, and fwaggering Belly, makes a Hoft,
Pale, meagre Looks, and hollow Voice, a Ghoft
From careful Brows, and heavy down-caft Eyes,
Dull Cits, and thick feull'd Aldermen, arife:
The Comick Tone, infpir'd by Fr, draws
At every Word loud Laughter and Applause :
The mincing Dame continues as before,
Her Character's unchang'd, and acts a Whore.
Above the Reft the Prince with mighty Stalks,
Magnificent in purple Bufkins walks:
The royal Robe his haughty Shoulders grace,
Profufe of Spangles and of Copper Lace:
Officious Rafcals to his mighty Thigh,
Guiltless of Blood, th'unpointed Weapon tie;

Perhaps Farqubar."

Then

Then the gay glittering Diadem put on,

Pondrous with Brafs, and starr'd with Bristol Store.
His royal Confort next confults her Glafs,
And out of twenty Boxes culls a Face.

The Whit'ning firft her ghaftly Looks befmears,
All pale and wan th'unfinifh'd Form appears;
Till on her Cheeks the blufhing Purple glows,
And a falfe Virgin Modefty beftows;

Her ruddy Lips the deep Vermillion dyes;
Length to her Brows the Pencil's Touch fupplies,
And with black bending Arches fhades her Eyes.
Well pleas'd, at length the Picture she beholds,
And spots it o'er with artificial Molds; $
Her Countenance compleat, the Beaux the warms
With Looks not hers, and spite of Nature charms.
Thus artfully their Perfons they disguise,

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Till the laft Flourish bids the Curtain rife.
The Prince then enters on the Stage in State,
Behind a Guard of Candle-fnuffers wait :
There fwoln with Empire, terrible and fierce,
He shakes the Dome, and tears his Lungs with Verse :
His Subjects tremble, the fubmiflive Pit
Wrapt up in Silence and Attention fit;
Till freed at length, he lays afide the Weight
Of publick Bufinefs and Affairs of State,
Forgets his Pomp, dead to ambitious Fires,
And to fome peaceful Brandy Shop retires,
Where in full Gills his anxious Thoughts he drowns,
And quaffs away the Care that waits on Crowns.
The Princess next her pointed Charms difplays,
Where every Look the Pencil's Art betrays.
The Callow Squire at diftance feeds his Eyes,
And filently for Paint and Patches dies;
But if the Youth behind the Scenes retreat,
He fees the blended Colours melt with Heat,
And all the trickling Beauty run in Sweat.
The borrow'd Vifage he admires no more,
And nauseates every Charm he lov'd before:

So the fame Spear, for double Force renown'd, Apply'd the Remedy that gave the Wound. In tedious Lifts 'twere endle's to engage, And draw at length the Rabble of the Stage, - Where one for twenty Years has given Alarms, And call'd contending Monarchs to their Arms, Another fills a more important Post,

And rifes every other Night a Ghoft.

Thro' the cleft Stage his meager Face he rears, Then ftalks along, groans thrice, and difappears; Others with Swords and Shields, the Soldiers Pride, More than a thoufand Times have chang'd their Side,

And in a thoufand fatal Battles dy'd,

Thus feveral Perfons feveral Parts perform;
Pale Lovers whine, and blustering Heroes ftorm.
The ftern exafperated Tyrants rage,

Till the kind Bowl of Poifon clears the Stage;
Then Honours vanifh, and Distinctions cease;
Then with Reluctance haughty Queens undress,
Heroes no more their fading Laurels boast,
And mighty Kings in private Men are lost.

He whom fuch Titles fwell'd, fuch Power made proud, To whom whole Realms and vanquish'd Nations bow'd,

Throws off the gaudy Plume, the purple Train,
And is in Statu дио himself again.

FACTION

FACTION DISPLAYED:

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SATIR E.

In a printed Copy of the following Poem which was published foon after the Death of King William, I have feen written, the Name of W. Shippen, Efq. This I must confefs does not bear fufficient Authority to fix it upon that Gentleman, whofe Principles indeed were well known ; nor can it be doubted that he was a staunch Tory. But the Writer of Faction Displayed feems to be an utter Stranger to the moderate and patriotic Views attributed to W. Shippen: His Satire is fometimes extremely virulent, and often degenerates into meer Abufe, The Poem is upon many Accounts very curious: It gives no ill Picture of the Times in which it was written. We are prefented with a Groupe of Characters remarkable for their Attachment to the illuftrious Houfe of Hanover, who were employed in the moft eminent Pofts of the Government during the first eight Years of Queen Ann's Reign.

The Character of the famous Marquis of Wharton feems to be the Outline of Pope's masterly Defcription of the Duke his Son.

The Poetry of this Piece is very unequal: It fometimes rifes to a juft Height, and at other Times finks into profaic Flatness.

The Characters are often overcharged, and aggravated into Caricaturas: fuch are thofe of the Earl of

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