The Royalist

IS't not enough to make our Purses pay,
Assessments on our whole Estates to lay?
But Taxes must on our Opinions 'rise,
Nay, and our Wits be forc'd to pay Excise?
Harsh Laws! since Sack pays Custom when't comes in,
Distill'd in Verse, must it be taxt agin?
But now a Victory is got; what then?
Must we write Ballads at the death of men,
Like London-Wits? who deck each Tyburn-Herse,
And execute men o're again in Verse?
Are we Death's Chaplains, that we must be prest
To give thanks after such a bloody Feast?
In Baal's new Priests that Office only lies,
Where Blood is mingled with their Sacrifice.