Classic Poem

The Rump who upon the late King incroach'd
And with stumm'd Rebellion the Nation deboach'd
Without a Tap could never have broach'd
Which no Body can deny.

The 'byters, and 'pendents who boast themselves Loyal,
Yet brought their King to a Westminster Tryal:
And at His own Gate they Tap'd the Blood-Royal.
Which &c.

Old Nol the fam'd Brewer of Huntington Town,
Who brew'd and drunk three Kingdoms down:
Made use of the Tap to swallow the Crown.
Which &.

A Baptist Doctor turn'd Politician
To cure Divisions by Sedition,
Taps a delicate Speech, or a Hatfield Vision;
Which, &.

Sedition that flies like bottle Ale,
And makes mens wits half mild half stale,
Runs out of a Tap and into a Jail,
Which, &.

If any State-Gamester by playing too high
Has Rook't himself, and turns stander by,
He takes Tap under lap, and so will I,
Which nobody can deny.