age_ for _Queens_;)
Nor yet, she cries, of _Britain_ we'll _despair_ }
I've yet some _trusty Friends_ in _Ambush_ there, }
All is not lost, we've still the _Theatre_: }
I'll batter _Virtue_ thence, nor fear to gain }
New _Subjects daily_ from her _hated Reign_; }
Is not Great _D----_ ours and all his _Train_? }
He knows he has new _Laurels_ here prepar'd, } 890
For those he lost _above_, a just Reward, }
For his wide _Conquests_ he'll _command the Guard_: }
_Headed_ by him one _Foot_ we'll scorn to yield,
Tho _Virtue's_ glitt'ring _Squadrons_ drive the _Field_:
Grant me, Dread _Sov'reign_! a _Detachment_ hence }
We'll not be long alone on our _Defence_, }
But hope to drive the proud _Assailants_ thence. }
Bold _Blasphemy_ shall lead our black _Forlorn_,
With _Colours_ from _Heav'n's Crystal Ramparts_ torn,
And _Anti-Thunderrs_ arm'd; _Profaneness_ next 900
Their _Canon_ seize, and turn the _Sacred Text_
Against th' _Assailants_; brave _Revenge_ and _Rage_
Shall our _main Batt'ry_ ply, and guard the _Stage_.
--But most I on dear _Ribaldry_ depend,
We've not a _surer_ or a _stronger Friend_.
Now shall she _broad_ and _open_ to the Skie,
Now _close_ behind some _double Meaning_ lye;
Now with _sulphureous Rivers_ lave the _French_,
And choak th' _Assailants_ with infernal _Stench_;
Each nicer _Vertue_ from the _Walls_ repel, 910
And _Heav'n_ it self regale with the Perfumes of _Hell_.
This from the World our dreaded _Foe_ will drive,
As _murm'ring Bees_ are forc'd to leave their _Hive_;
_Souls_ so _refin'd_ such _Vapours_ cannot bear,
But seek their _native Heav'n_ and purer Air:
When _She_ and all her heav'nly _Guards_ are gone
And her bright _Heroe_ absent, all's our own:
If any _pious Fools_ should make a stand,
To stop our _Progress_ through the conquer'd Land,
They soon shall pass for _hot-brain'd Visionairs_, 920
We'll run 'em down with _Ridicule_ and _Farce_.
Must they _reform_ the World! A likely _Task_!
Tis _Vizard_ all, and them we'll soon _unmask_.
The rest will _tumble_ in, or if they stay
And loiter in _Damnation's_ ample Way,
I've one _Expedient_ left, which can't but take,
My last _Reserve_; From yon black _brimstone_ Lake,
Whence two _Canals_ thro _subterranean Veins_
Are drawn to _Sodom_ and _