To The Lord General Cromwell

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed, And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud

Hast reared God's trophies, and His work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath: yet much remains To conquer still; peace hath her victories No less renowned than war: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.

The Invective. This type of poem is a verbal attack, and Jonathan Swift, satirist and political journalist, excelled in making them. The following excerpt was composed in 1722 to mark and mock the death of John Churchill, decorated general and first Duke of Marlborough:

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