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94 Now Finch alarms the lords: he hears for certain This dangerous priest is got behind the curtain. Finch, fam'd for tedious elocution, proves That Swift oils many a spring which Harley moves. Walpole and Aislabie, to clear the doubt, Inform the commons, that the secret's out: "A certain doctor is observ'd of late To haunt a certain minister of state: From whence with half an eye we may discover The peace is made, and Perkin must come over." York is from Lambeth sent, to show the queen A dangerous treatise writ against the spleen; Which, by the style, the matter, and the drift, 'Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York! the harmless tool of others hate; He sues for pardon, and repents too late. Now, angry Somerset her vengeance vows On Swift's reproaches for her ******** spouse: From her red locks her mouth with venom fills, And thence into the royal ear instills. The queen incens'd, his services forgot, Leaves him a victim to the vengeful Scot. Now through the realm a proclamation spread, To fix a price on his devoted head , While innocent, he scorns ignoble flight; His watchful friends preserve him by a sleight. By Harley's favour once again he shines; Is now caress'd by candidate divines, Who