And most suppose, if e're both Plots can die, Or eat up one anothers Perjury, 'Twou'd _Pluto_ strangely pose to find a Third, Sould he in his a _Popish_ Legion Lard. A Policy some Poems much embrace, As is discern'd in _Shaftsbury_'s Great Case; Where Verse so vile an Obloquy betray, As for a Statist-_Jew_ they'd him convey. Tho hard it is to understand what Spell Can conjure up in him _Achitophel_, Or tax this Peer with an Abused Sense Of his so deep and apt Intelligence: A Promptitude by which the Nation's shown To be in Thought concurrent with his own. _Shaftsbury_! A Soul that Nature did impart To raise her Wonder in a Brain and Heart; Or that in him produc'd, the World might know, She others did with drooping Thought bestow. As in Mans most perspicuous Soul, we find The nearest Draught of her Internal Mind, Tho it appears her highest Act of State, When Human Conducts she does most compleat, And place them so, for Mankinds good, that they Are fit to Guide, where others miss their Way; It being in Worldly Politiques less Great To be a Law-maker, than Preserve a State. In Publick Dangers Laws are unsecure, As strongest Anchors can't all Winds endure; Though 'tis in Exigents the wisest Ease To know who best can ply when Storms encrease; Whilst other Prospects, by mistaking Fate, Through wrong Preventions, more its Bad dilate. Whence some their Counter-Politicks extend, To ruine such can Evils best amend. A Thwarting _Genius_, which our Nation more Than all its head-strong Evils does deplore; And shews what violent Movements such inform, That where a Calm should be, they force a Storm; As if their Safety chiefly they must prize In being rid of Men esteem'd more Wise. To this Great, Little Man, we'll T'other joyn, Held Sufferers by one Tripartite Design. As from a Cubick Power, or Three-fold Might, Roots much expand, as Authors prove aright; But of such Managements we'll little say, Or shamm'd Intrigues, for Fame left to convey; Which may by peeping through a Gown-mans Sleeve, Tell such grave Tales, Men cannot well believe: With what for Plots and Trials has been done, As Whores depos'd, before away they run; All which was well discern'd by numerous Sense, Before the Doctors py'd Intelligence, Who, with some Motley Lawyers, took much care To gain the _Caput_ of this Knowing Peer; When after so much Noise, and nothing prov'd, Heaven thank'd, to Freedom he's at last remov'd, Leaving a Low-Bridge _Cerberus_ to try In what Clerks Pate his monstrous Fee does lie; Or by the help of _Tory-Roger_ tell How Sacred Gain-Prerogativ'd should spell. But these are Thoughts may fit some Pensive Skulls, Or Men concern'd to bait their several Bulls; Whilst on this Peer we must some Lines bestow, Tho more he merits than best Verse can show: Great in his Name, but greater in his Parts, Judgment sublim'd, with all its strong Deserts; A Sense above Occasions quick surprize, That he no Study needs to make him Wise, Or labour'd Thoughts, that trains of Sinews knit,