A New Answer to an Argument Against a Standing Army

Would they who have Nine Years look'd Sow'r,
Against a French and Popish Pow'r,
Make Friends with both in half an Hour?
This is the Time.

Would they discreetly break that Sword,
By which their Freedom was restor'd,
And put their Trust in Lewis Word?
This is the Time.

Would you turn Hero's into Pads,
And crush the Sp'rits of our brave Lads,
And make them look like Bedlam Mads?
This is the Time.

Would they leave England unprotected,
To shew how well they are affected,
And get themselves next Bout Elected?
This is the Time.

Against the Souldiers Lusts and Gullets,
Would they preserve their Wives and Pullets,
And break our Guns to save our Bullets?
This is the Time.

Would they oblige a Winter-Sea,
Their prudent Orders to obey,
Or keep a straying Wind in pay?
This is the Time.

Wou'd they but say what th'are pursuing,
Who th'are advancing, who undoing,
Which sort of Men do threaten ruin?
This is the Time.

I pray then let 'em shew their Games,
Fix us to one of their Extreams;
A Common-wealth, or else K. Iames?
This is the Time.