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 This Tale may be apply'd in few words To treasurers, comptrollers, stewards; And others, who in solemn sort, Appear with slender wands at court; Not firmly join'd to keep their ground, But lashing one another round: While wise men think they ought to fight With quarterstaffs instead of white; Or constable with staff of peace, Should come and make the clattering cease; Which now disturbs the queen and court, And gives the whigs and rabble sport. In history we never found; The consul's fasces were unbound: Those Romans were too wise to think on 't, Except to lash some grand delinquent. How would they blush to hear it said, The prætor broke the consul's head! Or consul, in his purple gown, Came up, and knock'd'the prætor down! Come, courtiers: every man his stick! Lord treasurer, for once be quick: And that they may the closer cling, Take your blue ribbon for a string. Come, trimming Harcourt, bring your mace; And squeeze it in, or quit your place: Dispatch, or else that rascal Northey Will undertake to do it for thee: And be assur'd, the court will find him Prepar'd to leap o'er sticks, or bind them. To make the bundle strong and safe, Great Ormond, lend thy general's staff: And,