Think England what it is to shake, <br />& better use your King, <br />His power raisd the frozen snake, <br />& Must he when he hears it speak, <br />find how the tongue can sting? <br />Trustees you make in long debates, <br />Which he is forcd to give; <br />While by your trust the rebell getts, <br />The subject looses bought estates, <br />& the oppressors live. <br />Pitty us heaven, & lend your aid, <br />Anothers intrest sett us free, <br />& now it gives us slavery, <br />Thus weakness is a property, <br />& Greatness still obeyd. <br />The men whose heavy arms we feel <br />By Politicks are good or ill, <br />Deceiving, or deceivd; <br />Their law is founded on their will, <br />& our's by that inslavd. <br />Against their princes acts they rise, <br />& in their princes name; <br />The sly intreaguing factions choice, <br />& erring patriots shame. <br />So Dunghill foggs by fiery rays <br />To saucy empire scale, <br />Obscure the royall planetts face, <br />With pride supply a lofty place, <br />& with out pitty fall.<br /><br />Thomas Parnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-trust/
