Circe

CIRCE was a precious piece,
A plague upon the Gypsey,
She dol'd out drink somewhere in Greece,
And made her Tenants tipsey;
And then each filthy swinish Sot,
Engend'ring 'mong her Devils,
Upon those obscene Imps begot
A harpy Spawn of Evils.

The Fiend Corruption, first brought forth
Dust-licking Adulation;
A second Daemon harrass'd Earth,
With Party's altercation.
The Hag Deceit a Reptile bred,
Call'd Infamy, the Pander;
A third and fourth were brought-to-bed
Of Insolence and Slander.

So fertile where th' Infernal Race,
Each day new monsters prowling,
Base Perjury with rank Grimace,
And Envy ever howling;
Servility with worthless Pride,
Debauch with poison'd Diet,
Swoln Gluttony by Scurvy's Side,
A Faction form'd for Riot.

A while these Implings croak'd about,
'Till startl'ing Madam Circe,
She order'd all the Vermin out,
Nor to her own shew'd mercy.
Absurdity with Malice went,
Ingratitude with Lewdness,
Scurrility with Discontent,
And Ridicule with Rudeness.

Their bastard brood the Daemons bore,
Along the mid-air flitting,
And found at last a welcome shore,
Where Bribery was sitting.
Ambition hail'd them on their way,
And gave them his directions;
His Agents took them into pay,
Then sent them to ELECTIONS.