With more discerning Eyes, or Hands more clean: Unbrib'd, unsought, the Wretched to redress; Swift of Dispatch, and easie of Access. Oh, had he been content to serve the Crown, With Vertues onely proper to the Gown; Or, had the rankness of the Soil been freed From Cockle, that opprest the Noble Seed: _David_, for him his tuneful Harp had strung, And Heav'n had wanted one Immortal Song. But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand; And Fortunes Ice prefers to Vertues Land: _Achitophel_, grown weary to possess A lawful Fame, and lazie Happiness, Disdain'd the Golden Fruit to gather free, And lent the Croud his Arm to shake the Tree. Now, manifest of Crimes, contriv'd long since, He stood at bold Defiance with his Prince: Held up the Buckler of the Peoples Cause, Against the Crown; and sculk'd behind the Laws, The wish'd occasion of the Plot he takes; Some Circumstances finds, but more he makes. By buzzing Emissaries, fills the ears Of listning Crouds, with Jealousies and Fears Of Arbitrary Counsels brought to light, And proves the King himself a _Jebusite_. Weak Arguments! which yet he knew full well, Were strong with People easie to Rebel. For, govern'd by the _Moon_, the giddy _Jews_ Tread the same Track when she the Prime renews: And once in twenty Years, their Scribes Record, By natural Instinct they change their Lord. _Achitophel_ still wants a Chief, and none Was found so fit as Warlike _Absalon_: Not, that he wish'd his Greatness to create, (For Polititians neither love nor hate:) But, for he knew, his Title not allow'd, Would keep him still depending on the Croud: That Kingly pow'r, thus ebbing out, might be Drawn to the Dregs of a Democracie. 70. THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM. _George Villiers, second Duke 1628._ _Born 1628. Died 1687._ By BURNET.