For the Loss of the Charter

Then is our charter, Pollexfen, quite lost?
Is there no aid from the new-sainted post?
Are our sham plots and perjuries all in vain?
If not, we'll summon Patience back again.
Saints' prayers to Heaven we've found will not prevail,
But more propitious Hell will never fail.
Then let almighty Titus — for you know
He needs must be a magic doctor too;
For how do you think at Salamanca he
Could take such an invisible degree,
Unknown to all the university —
Let him raise up the once great Tapski's ghost,
With his retinue, all that num'rous host
Of brave heroic spirits, who could die
For treason, and rebellion justify:
Amongst those, Stephen, condemned by wicked laws,
The proto-martyr for the last Good Cause.
Advance you brave arch-traitors from the grave,
Who made slaves princes, and your prince a slave:
Bradshaw and Cromwell, those two glorious names
That raise dull treason up to active flames.
Let these infernal worthies then be backed
By Zimri and the jury that he packed
With all the fiery zealots of the town,
But chiefly our great patriot of renown,
To whom we'll give some pretty Polish crown
(Not that we promised him, for all our zeal
Is only how to raise a commonweal).
With this cabal we'll fool all equity,
And gain what law has lost by polity.
Here godlike Tapski once shall speak again,
And what he speaks fates shall oppose in vain;
For if alive he treason taught so well,
What a vast traitor now he's schooled in Hell!
Could Cromwell once by force assume the crown,
And sha'n't this angry ghost relieve one town?
Sha'n't Ignoramus, who with no ado
Could save great Tapski, save our charter too?
But what are only councils now? The course
That we would take in this distress is force;
But the militia now, alas, is gone;
'Tis odds to what we had in Forty-one.
The saints are all sequestered of their right,
The City governed by a Jebusite;
What then should we distressed rebels do?
Is it too late? can't we for pardon sue?
Why, good King Charles's clemency may spare
Though we in two rebellions had our share,
Nor need we hang orselves like Judas for despair!
But let's, like Origen, since other hopes are past,
Hope the poor devil may be saved at last.