THE
Modern Fanatical Reformer:
OR, THE
Religious State-Tinker.
Licensed according to Order.
To the Tune of, Liggan Water.
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I
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I'm Born of English Flesh and Blood;
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And surely, for my Country's Good:
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For the Good o'th' Cause, I take great Pain,
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And Godliness is all my Gain.
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II
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'Tis true, some Sawcy Knaves do Bawl,
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Nick-naming me, Fanatcik call:
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But Godly Meekness I profess;
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A Pox confound their Wickedness!
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III
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I hate all Noise, all Strife, and Grutch,
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So much as th' Organs in the Church.
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I love all People, without Strife;
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Nay, hate not even my Neighbour's Wife.
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IV
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I hate Formalities and Rules,
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Disputes and Canons of the Schools;
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Set Times for Feasting, with Minc'd Pyes;
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I hate Plumb-Pudding, as my Eyes.
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V
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When in the State there is a Rent,
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Disputes 'twixt King and Parliament,
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I then apply my Healing-Salve;
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That is, I make it worse by Half.
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VI
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I Preach up Godly Reformation,
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And love a Pious Declaration;
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I don't approve of Sabbath-Breaking,
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No, not a Wench in Corner squeaking.
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VII
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I love Religious Conversation,
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Where Godly Sighs are much in Fashion;
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I love the Whites of Ladies Eyes,
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Their Lovely, Tender, Panting Cries.
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VIII
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I love to press my Doctrine home,
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And squeeze it in, as 'twere, to some.
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When Hearts do fail, I take their Hand,
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Which cannot my Warm Zeal withstand.
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IX
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I love not Those who will not Swear
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To be true to'th King and Queen, that are;
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And if King James should come a Main,
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To Say and Swear as much again.
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X
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I hate Disputes of Wrong and Right,
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Unless we get out Living by't;
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To Talk of Governments and States,
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Unless we gain by these Debates.
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XI
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The Surplice, Cope, and Mitre too,
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Are Things to me that will not do.
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But yet, since Sisters are permitted
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To come to us, they are all acquitted.
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XII
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All Men in Power I do profess,
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Are meerly Tools of Wickedness,
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Unless from us they take Direction
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By way of Godly Saints Perfection.
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XIII
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For Great King William I do Pray,
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That is, if he doth get the Day;
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The Great and Prosperous I Bless,
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And who the Divel would do less?
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XIV
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And now, to make my Application;
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All things are in, or out of Fashion.
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Some Things are Old, and some are New,
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And as Things Change, so I will too.
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