THE COURT Burlesqu'd. Written in the Year 1678. By SAMUEL BUTLER, Author of HUDIBRASS I Sing a merry Monarch's Fame, Whofe Co---ece no Advice cantame; Nor can the Pow'r of Both the Houses Keep it from gaping at their 'Spouses. No Wonder, fince all Living Creatures Will ftill pursue their diff'rent Natures. Why therefore should not Kings be kind To Punks and Jilts, if so inclin'd? Since no Man cares to be debarr'd Of that for which he's moft regard: But But ftill will gratify that Luft To which he has the greatest Guft. The Sportsinan hunts away his Life, And for his Dogs forfakes his Wife: The Sot in Bumpers drowns his Time, And thinks Sobriety a Crime: The Gamefter Curses, Prays, and Plays, *And fretting, fools away his Days: The Leacher fweats away his Nights, In drudging hard at Love Delights: Therefore fince Subjects have their (Follies, And all Men in their turns are Cullies, Why may not Kings, as well as Nobles, To craving Jilts be gen'rous Bubbles, Since few Men can refrain that Vice Of which their Natures have a Spice? How fhould the Head that rules the (Throne) Govern the Tail when Rampant grown, Or make that loose Proud-Flesh obey, That has fo long had Sov'reign Sway? Two Two Scepters, to the Nation's coft, His Regal Power over Men; Thus, Thus, at a pinch, his Point he gains, In due Proportion to their Pains. (Gains Old Harry's C-piece in the Tower, hat once contain'd fuch fleshly Power [ade now a Cufheon, for the Fair, o ftick in Pins and Needles there, hat by that Means they may exprefs heir Rev'rence to the ampty Case, nd not forget that Pious Prince, Whofe Tarriwags it held long fince. What |