English Puritan & Reformed

The Foreigners Part 1 - A Poem

John Tutchin (1661-1707) · 2,488 words · 11 min

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THE FOREIGNERS. A POEM.

PART I.

LONDON, Printed for A. Baldwin in Warwicklane, MDCC.

The Foreigners.

        LONG time had
        
         Israel
        
        been disus'd from Rest,
       
        Long had they been by Tyrants sore oppressed;
       
        Kings of all sorts they ignorantly craved,
       
        And grew more stupid as they were enslav'd;
       
        Yet want of Grace they impiously disowned,
       
        And still like Slaves beneath the Burden groaned:
       
        With languid Eyes their Race of Kings they view,
       
        The Bad too many, and the Good too few;
       
        Some robbed their Houses, and destroyed their Lives,
       
        Ravish'd their Daughters, and debauched their Wives;
       
        Prophan'd the Altars with polluted Loves,
       
        And worshipped Idols in the Woods and Groves.

        To Foreign Nations next they have recourse;
       
        Striving to mend, they made their State much worse.
       
        They first from
        
         Hebron
        
        all their Plagues did bring,
       
        Cramm'd in the Single Person of a King;
       
        From whose base Loins ten thousand Evils flow,
       
        Which by Succession they must undergo.
       
        Yet sense of Native Freedom still remains,
       
        They fret and grumble underneath their Chains;
       
        Incens'd, enraged, their Passion do's arise,
       
        Till at his Palace-Gate their Monarch dies.
       
        This Glorious Feat was by the Fathers done,
       
        Whose Children next deposed his Tyrant Son,
       
        Made him, like
        
         Cain,
        
        a murd'rous Wanderer,
       
        Both of his Crimes, and of his Fortunes share.

        But still resolved to split on Foreign Shelves,
       
        Rather than venture once to trust Themselves,
       
        To Foreign Courts and Councils do resort,
       
        To find a King their Freedoms to support:
       
        Of one for mighty Actions famed they are told,
       
        Profoundly wise, and desperately bold,
       
        Skilful in War, Successful still in Fight,
       
        Had vanquished Hosts, and Armies put to flight;
       
        And when the Storms of War and Battels cease,
       
        Knew well to steer the Ship of State in Peace.
       
        Him they approve, approaching to their sight,
       
        Lov'd by the God's, of Mankind the Delight.
       
        The numerous Tribes resort to see him land,
       
        Cover the Beach, and blacken all the Strand;
       
        With loud Huzza's they welcome him on shore,
       
        And for their Blessing do the God's implore.

        The Sanhedrim convened, at length debate
       
        The sad Condition of their drooping State,
       
        And Sinking Church, just ready now to drown;
       
        And with one Shout they do the Hero crown.

        Ah Happy
        
         Israel
        
        ! had there never come
       
        Into his Councils crafty Knaves at home,
       
        In combination with a Foreign Brood,
       
        Sworn Foes to
        
         Israel
        
        's Rights and
        
         Israel
        
        's Good;
       
        Who impiously foment Intestine Jars,
       
        Exhaust our Treasure, and prolong our Wars;
       
        Make
        
         Israel
        
        's People to themselves a prey,
       
        Mislead their King, and steal his Heart away:
       
        United Intrests thus they do divide,
       
        The State declines by Avarice and Pride;
       
        Like Beasts of Prey they ravage all the Land,
       
        Acquire Preferments, and usurp Command:
       
        The Foreign Inmates the Housekeepers spoil,
       
        And drain the Moisture of our fruitful Soil.
       
        If to our Monarch there are Honors due,
       
        Yet what with
        
         Gibeonites
        
        have we to do?
       
        When Foreign States employ 'em for their Food,
       
        To draw their Water, and to hew their Wood.
       
        What Mushroom Honors dos our Soil afford!
       
        One day a Beggar, and the next a Lord.
       
        What dastard Souls do
        
         Jewish
        
        Nobles wear!
       
        The Commons such Affronts would never bear.
       
        Let no Historian the sad Stories tell
       
        Of thy base Sons, Oh servile
        
         Israel!
        
        But thou, my Muse, more generous and brave,
       
        Shalt their black Crimes from dark oblivion save;
       
        To future Ages shalt their Sins disclose,
       
        And brand with Infamy thy Nation's Foes.

        A Country lies, due East from
        
         Judah
        
        's Shoar,
       
        Where stormy Winds and noisy Billows roar;
       
        A Land much differing from all other Soils,
       
        Forced from the Sea, and buttress'd up with Piles.
       
        No marble Quarrys bind the spongy Ground,
       
        But Loads of Sand and Cockle-shells are found:
       
        Its Natives void of Honesty and Grace,
       
        A Boorish, rude, and an inhumane Race;
       
        From Nature's Excrement their Life is drawn,
       
        Are born in Bogs, and nourished up from Spawn.
       
        Their hard-smoke'd Beef is their continual Meat,
       
        Which they with Rusk, their luscious Manna, eat;
       
        Such Food with their chill stomachs best agrees,
       
        They sing
        
         Hosannah
        
        to a Mare's-milk Cheese.
       
        To supplicate no God, their Lips will move,
       
        Who speaks in Thunder like Almighty
        
         Jove,
        
        But watery Deities they do invoke,
       
        Who from the Marshes most Divinely croak.
       
        Their Land, as if ashamed their Crimes to see,
       
        Dives down beneath the surface of the Sea.
       
         Neptune,
        
        the God who do's the Seas command,
       
        Ne'er stands on Tip-toe to descry their Land;
       
        But seated on a Billow of the Sea,
       
        With Ease their humble Marshes do's survey.
       
        These are the Vermin do our State molest;
       
        Eclipse our Glory, and disturb our Rest.

         BENTIR
        
        in the Inglorious Roll the first,
       
         Bentir
        
        to this and future Ages cursed,
       
        Of mean Descent, yet insolently proud,
       
        Shun'd by the Great, and hated by the Crowd;
       
        Who neither Blood nor Parentage can boast,
       
        And what he got the
        
         Jewish
        
        Nation lost:
       
        By lavish Grants whole Provinces he gains,
       
        Made forfeit by the
        
         Jewish
        
        Peoples Pains;
       
        Till angry Sanhedrims such Grants resume,
       
        And from the Peacock take each borrowed Plume.
       
        Why should the
        
         Gibeonites
        
        our Land engross,
       
        And aggrandize their Fortunes with our loss?
       
        Let them in foreign States proudly command,
       
        They have no Portion in the Promis'd Land,
       
        Which immemorially has been decreed
       
        To be the Birth-right of the
        
         Jewish
        
        Seed.
       
        How ill do's
        
         Bentir
        
        in the Head appear
       
        Of Warriours, who do
        
         Jewish
        
        Ensigns bear?
       
        By such we are grown even Scandalous in War.
       
        Our Fathers Trophies wore, and oft could tell
       
        How by their Swords the mighty Thousands fell;
       
        What mighty Deeds our Grandfathers had done,
       
        What Battels fought, what Wreaths of Honor won:
       
        Thro the extended Orb they purchased Fame,
       
        The Nations trembling at their Awful Name:
       
        Such wondrous Heroes our Fore-fathers were,
       
        When we, base Souls! but Pigmies are in War:
       
        By Foreign Chieftains we improve in Skill;
       
        We learn how to intrench, not how to kill:
       
        For all our Charge are good Proficients made
       
        In using both the Pickax and the Spade.
       
        But in what Field have we a Conquest wrought?
       
        In Ten Years War what Battle have we fought?

        If we a Foreign Slave may use in War,
       
        Yet why in Council should that Slave appear?
       
        If we with
        
         Jewish
        
        Treasure make him great,
       
        Must it be done to undermine the State?
       
        Where are the Antient Sages of Renown?
       
        No
        
         Magi
        
        left, fit to advise the Crown?
       
        Must we by Foreign Councils be undone?
       
        Unhappy
        
         Israel,
        
        who such Measures takes,
       
        And seeks for Statesmen in the Bogs and Lakes;
       
        Who speak the Language of most abject Slaves,
       
        Under the Conduct of our
        
         Jewish
        
        Knaves.
       
        Our
        
         Hebrew
        
        's murdered in their hoarser Throats;
       
        How ill their Tongues agree with
        
         Jewish Notes!
        
        Their untun'd Prattle do's our Sense confound,
       
        Which in our Princely Palaces do's sound;
       
        The self-same Language the old Serpent spoke,
       
        When misbelieving
        
         Eve
        
        the Apple took;
       
        Of our first Mother why are we ashamed,
       
        When by the self-same Rhetoric we are damned?

        But
        
         Bentir,
        
        not content with such Command,
       
        To canton out the
        
         Jewish
        
        Nation's Land;
       
        He do's extend to other Coasts his Pride,
       
        And other Kingdoms into Parts divide:
       
        Unhappy
        
         Hiram
        
        ! dismal is thy Song;
       
        Tho born to Empire, thou art ever young!
       
        Ever in Nonage, canst no Right transfer:
       
        But who made
        
         Bentir
        
        thy Executor?
       
        What mighty Power do's
        
         Israel
        
        's Land afford?
       
        What Power has made the famous
        
         Bentir
        
        Lord?
       
        The Peoples Voice, and
        
         Sanhedrim
        
        's Accord.
       
        Are not the Rights of People still the same?
       
        Did they ever differ in or Place or Name?
       
        Have not Mankind on equal Terms still stood,
       
        Without Distinction, since the mighty Flood?
       
        And have not
        
         Hiram
        
        's Subjects a free Choice
       
        To choose a King by their united Voice?
       
        If
        
         Israel
        
        's People could a Monarch choose,
       
        A living King at the same time refuse;
       
        That
        
         Hiram
        
        's People, shall it ever be said,
       
        Have not the Right of Choice when he is dead?
       
        When no Successor to the Crown's in sight,
       
        The Crown is certainly the Peoples Right.
       
        If Kings are made the People to enthral,
       
        We had much better have no King at all:
       
        But Kings, appointed for the Common Good,
       
        Always as Guardians to their People stood.
       
        And Heaven allows the People sure a Power
       
        To choose such Kings as shall not them devour:
       
        They know full well what best will serve themselves,
       
        How to avoid the dang'rous Rocks and Shelves.

        Unthinking
        
         Israel
        
        ! Ah henceforth beware
       
        How you entrust this faithless Wanderer!
       
        He who another Kingdom can divide,
       
        May set your Constitution soon aside,
       
        And over your Liberties in Triumph ride.
       
        Support your Rightful Monarch and his Crown,
       
        But pull this proud, this croaking Mortal down.

        Proceed, my Muse; the Story next relate
       
        Of
        
         Keppech
        
        the Imperious Chit of State,
       
        Mounted to Grandeur by the usual Course
       
        Of Whoring, Pimping, or a Crime that's worse;
       
        Of Foreign Birth, and undescended too,
       
        Yet he, like
        
         Bentir,
        
        mighty Feats can do.
       
        He robs our Treasure, to augment his State,
       
        And
        
         Jewish
        
        Nobles on his Fortunes wait:
       
        Our ravished Honors on his Shoulder wears,
       
        And Titles from our Antient Rolls he tears.
       
        Was ever a prudent People thus befooled,
       
        By upstart Foreigners thus basely gull'd?
       
        Ye
        
         Jewish
        
        Nobles, boast no more your Race,
       
        Or sacred Badges did your Fathers grace!
       
        In vain is Blood, or Parentages, when
       
        Ribbons and Garters can ennoble Men.
       
        To Chivalry you need have no recourse,
       
        The gaudy Trappings make the Ass a Horse.
       
        No more, no more your Antient Honors own,
       
        By slavish
        
         Gibeonites
        
        you are outdone:
       
        Or else your Antient Courage reassume,
       
        And to assert your Honors once presume;
       
        From off their Heads your ravished Lawrels tear,
       
        And let them know what
        
         Jewish
        
        Nobles are.

THE END.

Books sold by A. Baldwin in Warwicklane.

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A Description of Mr. D—n 's Funeral. A Poem. The 3d Edition enlarged.

A Letter to his Majesty K. William, showing, 1. The Original Foundation of the English Monarchy. 2. The Means by which it was removed from that Foundation. 3. The Expedients by which it has been supported since that Removal. 4. Its present Constitution as to all its integral Parts. 5. The best Means by which its Grandeur may be forever maintained. By the Reverend Mr. Stephens Rector of Sutton in Surrey.

A Letter to a Member of Parliament, showing that a Restraint on the Press is inconsistent with the Protestant Religion, a •• dangerous to the Liberties of the Nation.

A short Account how the Kingdom of Denmark was changed from a Popular Government to an Hereditary and Absolute Monarchy, through a Difference betwixt he Lord's and Commons.

An Answer to a Letter from a Gentleman in the Country, containing seven Queries relating to the present Ministry, and Men in Employments. 1699.

The State of the Navy considered in relation to the Victualling, particularly in the Straits and the West Indies. With some Thoughts on the late Mismanagements of the Admiralty, and a Proposal to prevent the like for the future. 1698.

Remarks on the present condition of the Navy, and particularly of the Victualling. In two Parts. The first exploding the Notion of fortifying of Garrisons, and proving that the only Security of England consists in a good Fleet. The second containing a Reply to the Observations on the first Part, with a Discourse on the Discipline of the Navy; showing that the Abuses of the Seamen are the highest Violation of Magna Charta, and of the Rights and Liberties of English-men. 1699.

A Letter to a Member of Parliament concerning Clandestine Trade; showing how far the evil Practices at the Customhouse at London tend to the Encouragement of such a Trade. Written by a fair Merchant.

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Memoirs of Sir John Berkely, containing an Account of his Negotiation with Lieutenant General Cromwell, Commissary General Ireton, and other Officers of the Army, for restoring K. Charles the First to the Exercise of the Government of England.

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Two Pamphlets in vindication of the said Memoirs; the one in answer to the D. of S 's Letter, the other against R. K.

Books written against a Standing Army.

AN Argument showing, that a Standing Army is inconsistent with a Free Government, and absolutely destructive to the Constitution of the English Monarchy. In 2 Parts.

A Letter from the Author of the Argument against a Standing Army, to the Author of the Ballancing Letter.

Some Queries for the better understanding K. James 's List of 18000 Irish Heroes published at the Savoy, in answer to what had been, and what should be writ against a Standing Army.

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A short History of Standing Armies in England.

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