Thus from a mixture of all kinds began,
That hetrogeneous thing, an Englishman:
In eager rapes, and furious lust begot,
Betwixt a painted Britain and a Scot.
Whose gendring off-spring quickly learnd to bow,
And yoke their heifers to the Roman plough:
From whence a mongrel half-bred race there came,
With neither name, nor nation, speech nor fame.
In whose hot veins new mixtures quickly ran,
Infusd betwixt a Saxon and a Dane.
While their rank daughters, to their parents just,
Receivd all nations with promiscuous lust.
This nauseous brood directly did contain
The well-extracted blood of Englishmen.
Which medly cantond in a heptarchy,
A rhapsody of nations to supply,
Among themselves maintaind eternal wars,
And still the ladies lovd the conquerors.
The western Angles all the rest subdud;
A bloody nation, barbarous and rude:
Who by the tenure of the sword possest
One part of Britain, and subdud the rest
And as great things denominate the small,
The conquring part gave title to the whole.
The Scot, Pict, Britain, Roman, Dane, submit,
And with the English-Saxon all unite:
And these the mixture have so close pursud,
The very name and memorys subdud:
No Roman now, no Britain does remain;
Wales strove to separate, but strove in vain:
The silent nations undistinguishd fall,
And Englishmans the common name for all.
Fate jumbled them together, God knows how;
What eer they were theyre true-born English now.
The wonder which remains is at our pride,
To value that which all wise men deride.
For Englishmen to boast of generation,
Cancels their knowledge, and lampoons the nation.
A true-born Englishmans a contradiction,
In speech an irony, in fact a fiction.
A banter made to be a test of fools,
Which those that use it justly ridicules.
A metaphor invented to express
A man a-kin to all the universe.
For as the Scots, as learned men ha said,
Throughout the world their wandring seed ha spread;
So open-handed England, tis believd,
Has all the gleanings of the world receivd.
Some think of England twas our Saviour meant,
The Gospel should to all the world be sent:
Since, when the blessed sound did hither reach,
They to all nations might be said to preach.
Tis well that virtue gives nobility,
How shall we else the want of birth and blood supply?
Since scarce one family is left alive,
Which does not from some foreigner derive.