"I'the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;

Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,

Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none:
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;

No occupation; all men idle, all;

And women too; but innocent and pure;

No sovereignty :

All things in common nature should produce

Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony."

"The Thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear So strongly, that they dare not meet each other,"

THESE ARE

"Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast
(The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd)

Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle,

Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile;
Where sits quiescent on the floods that show

Her beauteous form reflected clear below,

While airs impregnated with incense play
Around her, fanning light her streamers gay;

So thou, with sails how swift! hast reach'd the shore,
Where tempests never beat nor billows roar."

THIS IS

"THE PILOT

that weather'd the Storm,"

And devised the means of subduing

THE THIEVES,

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The Heroes of Britain-the Gems of her Crown; Who, despising all Danger, and scorning all Fear, When all was at stake, that their Country held dear, 'Midst Jacobin Rebels, and Friends of Reform, Supported" THE PILOT

that weather'd the Storm,"
Who devised the means, of subduing
THE THIEVES,

Who would plunder the TREASURES
That lay in the HOUSE that Jack built.

"Go to, they are not men o'their words."

"Having wielded the elements, and built

A thousand systems-each in his own way,
They should go out in fume, and be forgot."
“Like quicksilver, the rhet'ric they display
Shines as it runs, but grasp'd, it slips away."
"Patriots are grown too shrew'd to be sincere,
And we too wise to trust them

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THESE ARE

THE HYPOCRITES,

shaven and shorn

The broad-bottom'd Whigs, now all forlorn;

Who grumbl'd and growl'd, from night till morn,
And pointed" the slow-moving finger of scorn,'
At the Country in which they were all "bred and
born,"

Had grown saucy and fat, on its wine and its corn;
Who blew a loud blast, on the place-hunter's horn,
And with Joe Millar's Jests, did their Speeches adorn;
Who predicted the final success of our foes,

Then sigh'd if they sunk, and rejoic'd if they rose;
Who swore, when the French were defeated, that we
Were kill'd by the sword, or were drown'd in the
Sea;

Who rail'd against Placemen, till they were in Place,
Then sneer'd at their Monarch-nay, laugh'd in his

face;

Who bragg'd of their Talents, and pass'd a few Acts;
And increas'd, 5 per Cent. the vile Property Tax;
Who thought themselves safe in their snug little
birth,

And

gave themselves up to Carousing and Mirth ; Who slept every night, upon Pillows of Down, Abhorring those PATRIOTS, of

high renown

The Heroes of Britain-the Gems of her Crown ;
Who, despising all Dangers, and scorning all Fear,
When all was at stake, that their Country held dear,
'Midst Jacobin Rebels, and Friends of Reform,

Supported "THE PILOT

that weather'd the Storm;"

Who devised the means, of subduing

THE THIEVES,

Who would plunder the TREASURES
That lay in the HOUSE that Jack built.