TO David Polhill Esq An Epistle. I. LET useless Souls to Woods retreat, POLHILL should leave a Country Seat When Vertue bids him dare be Great. II. Nor Kent, nor Sussex should have Charms While Liberty with Loud Alarms Calls you to Counsels and to Arms. III. Lewis by his own Slaves Ador'd Bids you receive a Base-born Lord: Awake your Cares! Awake your Sword! IV. Young Tory Votes to Rule the People By High-Church; Can you Swear and Tipple, And fetch Commissions from the Steeple? V. Thy Grandsire-shades with Jealous Eye Frown down to see their Offspring lie Careless, and let their Country die. VI. If Trevia fear to let you stand Against the Gaul with Spear in Hand, At least Petition for the Land.