Scandalous FULLER Rewarded,
OR;
The Impostures Doom.
With FULLER's Lamentation and Confession, etc.
To the Tune of, Down with 'em, etc.
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LET Knaves and Fools lament
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At Fullers Punishment,
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While honest Men of Sence
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Laugh and sing:
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But let all the whining Saints,
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Who daily make Complaints,
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Now rejoyce he has miss'd
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the Hempen string, string, string.
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Let Rogues in Saints disguise
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Now comment upon his Lies,
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While the mortifying Lash
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Makes him Skip;
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And exactly to the Notes
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Of his Borther Titus Oates,
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When he Dances to
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The Tune of the Whip, whip, whip.
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But before he takes his Dance
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he is forced to Advance,
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To an Ancient Wooden Castle
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of very high Renown;
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Where Multitudes attend him,
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and many do befriend him
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And wish he may never more
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come down, down, down.
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Sure all the hopeful Crew,
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that believ'd his Lies were true,
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And assisted him
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so freely with their Coin;
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Will now to save his Bum
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raise him such a mighty Sum
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As will quickly
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Pay off all his fine, fine, fine.
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Ye Brethren of the Tribe,
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If e're you gave a bribe,
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Let your Money fly about
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at this time;
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Or else I much Admire,
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if such a common Lyar,
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He is not rewarded
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for his Crime, crime, crime.
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Sure Oates and he were twins,
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they'r so like in all their Sins;
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For both Swearing and Lying
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is their Rule,
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Tho' one is Old and Grave
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he is still as great a Knave
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But Fuller he is much
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the greater Fool, Fool, Fool.
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Where's now his famous Plot
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made about the Lord knows what,
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And true Mother of a Child
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of mighty high Renown!
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His Witnesses from far,
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And strange wonders at the Bar!
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Alass they are quite tumbl'd
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down, down, down.
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Fuller's Lamentation and
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Confession.
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I weep at Disappointments,
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and mourn for want of Oyntments;
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The plaguy cursed stripes
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are so smart;
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But good Fortune was so choice
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as makes me to rejoyce,
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Because I escaped
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the Cart, Cart, Cart.
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Farewel to all that fed me,
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and lov'd me as they read me,
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Now fortune upon
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me doth frown;
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You silly Whiggish Sots
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who were Nursers of my Plots,
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You must all of you tumble,
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tumble, down, down.
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Let Plotters of all sizes
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that Cheats and Lies devises,
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Take warning by the
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Punishment which now I undergo,
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While I do weep and Languish
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at this my dismal Anguish,
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For forging that which
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I did never know, know, know.
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