Saul rouzes; God had arm'd his soul for war; The boy they scored does in the field appear; His pers'nal merit now bespeaks the throne, He beats the enemy, and wears his crown. The willing tribes their purchased suffrage bring, Their universal voice proclaims him King. As if Heaven's call had been before in vain, Saul from this proper minute, dates his reign. The text is plain, and proper to the thing, Not GOD--but all The People made him King! End of Book I. {159} THE RIGHT DIVINE OF KINGS TO GOVERN WRONG. BOOK II. The King is ours T' administer, to guard, t' adorn the State, But not to warp or change it. Mark now the difference, ye that boast your love Of kings, between your Loyalty and ours Our love is principle, and has its root In reason; is judicious, manly, free: Yours, a blind instinct, crouches to the rod, And licks the foot, that treads it in the dust. _The Duty of Resistance to Tyrants--Law--Custom-- Packed Juries--The Custom of Kings to tyrannize-- The Custom of the People to dethrone them instanced in James II.--Rehoboam--Royalty a trust._ Were I permitted to inspect the rolls, Th' eternal archives, hid beyond the poles; The cause of causes could I but survey, And see how consequences there obey: This should be first of all that I'd enquire, And this to know, the bounds of my desire-- Why Justice reels beneath the blows of might, And Usurpation sets her foot on right; Why fame bestows her ill-deserv'd applause, When outrage, triumphs over nature's laws; {160} Why heaven permits the worst of men to rule, And binds the wise man to obey the fool; * Why its own thunder does not strike the crown, And from the stools of pow'r thrust Tyrant? down; Why it pursues the murd'rer's meaner crime, But leaves exalted criminals to time.