or a too close and poignant virulence, the King banished him [from] the court for a satire made directly on him; this satire consists of 28 stanzas, and is entitled The Restoration, or the History of the Insipids; and as it contains the keenest reflexions against the political conduct, and private character of that Prince, and having produced the banishment of this noble lord, we shall here give it a place, by which his lordship’s genius for this kind of writing will appear.

The restoration, or The History of Insipids, a lampoon.

I.

Chaste, pious, prudent, Charles the second,
The miracle of thy restoration,
May like to that of quails be reckon’d,
Rain’d on the Israelitish nation;
The wish’d for blessing from Heaven sent,
Became their curse and punishment.

II.

The virtues in thee, Charles, inherent,
Altho’ thy count’nance be an odd piece,
Prove thee as true a God’s Vicegerent,
As e’er was Harry with his cod-piece: 
For chastity, and pious deeds,
His grandsire Harry Charles exceeds.

III.

Our Romish bondage-breaker Harry,
Espoused half a dozen wives. 
Charles only one resolv’d to marry,
And other mens he never ——­;
Yet has he sons and daughters more
Than e’er had Harry by threescore.

IV.

Never was such a faith’s defender;
He like a politic Prince, and pious,
Gives liberty to conscience tender,
And does to no religion tie us;
Jews, Christians, Turks, Papists, he’ll please us
With Moses, Mahomet, or Jesus.

V.

In all affairs of church or state
He very zealous is, and able,
Devout at pray’rs, and sits up late
At the cabal and council-table. 
His very dog, at council-board,
Sits grave and wise as any lord.

VI.

Let Charles’s policy no man flout,
The wisest Kings have all some folly;
Nor let his piety any doubt;
Charles, like a Sov’reign, wise and holy,
Makes young men judges of the bench,
And bishops, those that love a wench.

VII.

His father’s foes he does reward,
Preserving those that cut off’s head;
Old cavaliers, the crown’s best guard,
He lets them starve for want of bread. 
Never was any King endow’d
With so much grace and gratitude.

VIII.

Blood, that wears treason in his face,
Villain compleat in parson’s gown,
How much is he at court in grace,
For stealing Ormond and the crown! 
Since loyalty does no man good,
Let’s steal the King, and out-do Blood.

IX.

A Parliament of knaves and sots
(Members by name you must not mention)
He keeps in pay, and buys their votes,
Here with a place, there with a pension: 
When to give money he can’t cologue ’em,
He does with scorn prorogue, prorogue ’em.

X.

But they long since, by too much giving,
Undid, betray’d, and sold the nation,
Making their memberships a living,
Better than e’er was sequestration. 
God give thee, Charles, a resolution
To damn the knaves by dissolution.