Thinking (vain thought, disgraceful to the throne!)
That all Mankind were made for Kings alone,
That Subjects were but Slaves, and what was Whim
Or worse in common men, was Law in him;
Drunk with  which Fate decreed
To guard good Kings, and Tyrants to mislead,
Which, in a fair proportion, to deny
Allegiance dares not, which to hold too high
No Good can wish, no Coward King can dare,
And held too high, no  Subject bear;
Besieg'd by Men of deep and subtle arts,
Men void of Principle, and damn'd with parts,
Who saw his weakness, made their King their tool,
Then most a slave, when most he seem'd to rule;
Taking all public steps for private ends,
Deceiv'd by Favourites, whom he call'd friends,
He had not strength enough of soul to find
That Monarchs, meant as blessings to Mankind,
Sink their great State, and stamp their fame undone,
When, what was meant for all, they give to One;
List'ning uxorious, whilst a Woman's prate,
Modell'd the Church, and parcell'd out the State,
Whilst (in the State not more than Women read)
High-Churchmen preach'd, and turn'd his pious head;
Tutor'd to see with ministerial eyes;
Forbid to hear a loyal Nation's cries;
Made to believe (what can't a Fav'rite do)
He heard a Nation hearing one or two;
Taught by State-Quacks himself secure to think,
And out of danger, e'en on danger's brink;
Whilst Pow'r was daily crumbling from his hand,
Whilst murmurs ran thro' an insulted land,
As if to sanction Tyrants Heav'n was bound,
He proudly sought the ruin which he found.