Hence with your orgies! — righteous Heaven ordains
A purer worship, less audacious strains.
When falls by William's sword (as soon it must)
This Edifice of bigotry and lust,
The Muse shall start from her inglorious trance,
And give to Satire's grasp her vengeful lance,
At Truth's historic shrine shall victims smoke,
And a fresh Stuart bleed at every stroke:
Thine too, perfidious Albemarle (whose steel,
Drawn to protect embroil'd Britannia's weal,
Shrunk from thy coward arm, consign'd the reins
Of power to Charles, and forg'd a nation's chains)
Compar'd with nobler villainies or old,
High deeds, on plates of adamant enroll'd,
Shall meet the felon's undistinguish'd fate,
Sure of contempt, unworthy of our hate.