They who in _Amazia_'s favour grew, Themselves obnoxious to the People knew. Some were accused by the _Sanhedrim_, Most Friends and Allies to _Eliakim_: For his Succession eagerly they strove, And him, the rising Sun, adore and love. When _Doeg_, who with _Egypt_ did combine, And to enslave _Judea_ did designe, Accus'd of Treason by the _Sanhedrim_, Kept in the Tower of _Jerusalem_; The Object prov'd of fickle Fortunes sport, And lost the Honours he possest at Court. _Elam_ in favour grew, out stript by none, And seem'd a Prop to _Amazia_'s Throne. He had in foreign parts been sent to School, And did in _Doeg_'s place the Kings thin Treasure rule. He to _Eliakim_ was neer alli'd; What greater parts could he possess beside? For the wise _Jews_ believ'd the King did run Some hazard, if he prov'd his Father's Son. But now, alas! th' Exchequer was grown poor, The Coffers empty, which did once run o're. The bounteous King had been so very kind, That little Treasure he had left behind. _Elam_ had gotten with the empty Purse, For his dead Father's sake the Peoples Curse: For they believ'd that no great good could spring From one false to his Country and his King. _Jotham_ the fickle Shuttle-cock of Wit, Was bandied several ways to be made fit: Unconstant, he always for Honour tri'd, At last laid hold upon the rising side. If Wit he had, 'twas thought, by not a few, He a better thing did want, and Wisdom too. Then _Amiel_ would scarce give place to him, Who once the chief was of the _Sanhedrim_. He then appeared for the Crowns defence; But spoke his own, and not the Nations sense. And tho he praised was by _Shimei_'s Muse, The _Jews_ of many Crimes did him accuse. _Harim_, a man like a bow'd Ninepence bent, Had tried all the ways of Government: Was once a Rebel, and knew how to cant; Then turn'd a very Devil of a Saint: Peevish, morose, and some say, prov'd a fool, When o're the _Edomites_ he went to rule. When to his bent the King he could not bring, He fairly then went over to the King. Old _Amalack_, a man of cunning head, Once in the cursed School of Rebels bred; From thence his Maximes and his Knowledge drew, Of old known Arts how to enslave the _Jew_. For pardon'd Treason, thus sought to atone, Had wrong'd the Father, would misguide the Son. Once in Religion a strict _Pharisee_, To _Baal_'s then turn'd, or else of none was he. He long before seem'd to approve their Rites, Marrying his issue to the _Baalites_. A constant hunter after sordid Pelf; Was never just to any but himself: A very _Proteus_ in all shapes had been, And constant onely, and grown old in sin. To speak the best of _Amalack_ we can, A cunning Devil in the shape of Man. _Muppim_, a man of an huge working Pate, Not how to heal, but to embroil the State; Knew how to take the wrong, and leave the right; Was once himself a Rebel _Benjamite_. To that stiff Tribe he did a while give Law, And with his iron Yokes kept them in aw. The Tyrant _Zabed_ less did them provoke,