"A Soliloquy Of the famous or
infamous Roberspierre, The Present Chief Ruler of
France, Overheard by
Deborah Sweephouse," The Reading Mercury and Oxford
Gazette (10 March 1794)
usurp'd like stol'n delight,
"Is more bewitching than the right:"
To gain this pow'r is my grand aim,
My brother Danton's is the
But to accomplish this great job,
We must impose upon the mob —
By craft get such prevailing name,
As may the rabble please or tame.
Then all such men as wish a King,
Or dare to whisper such a thing,
I'll punish with the guillotine —
Their heads shall never more be seen.
Next, Religion I'll
And the churches all demolish,
Melt down gold and silver flaggons —
Pay the mob — they'll fight like
If any bellow for the
Or think their souls left in the
I'll prove that men have no more
Than dogs, or cats, or very owls; —
That Religion is a trick,
Of which all wise-men are quite sick;
And those vile creatures called
The most detestable of beasts.
One thing there is that
grieves me sore —
I never yet was puzzled more:
This is a scarcity of corn —
The like not known since I was born.
It is hard to keep mob quiet,
Without any sort of diet.
I much dread to hear them grumble,
Lest they give me horrid tumble.
But I'll a remedy devise,
That will all Europe much surprise.
They shall see the mob — as cattle,
Drove, or led to go to battle.
I'll tell them those who boldly
May fill their bellies day and night;
Choose as they please, or cock, or
Or flesh of Kings, and Noble-men,
Or what's better in some cases,
Tender flesh of am'rous lasses;
That when they sup, and when they
They may get drunk with best of wine —
Or with what they'll find more handy,
A good bellyful of brandy.
This is the liquor I advise
'Twill make them fight, and death
When death's despis'd and thousands
Then where's the scarcity of grain?
Whoever heard men, when they're dead,
Grumble — roar out — or cry for
Those that remain of these my tools,
Shall find themselves a pack of
As soon as they have done my work,
I'll Lord it o'er them like a turk —
And make every man to fear,
The very name of