A New PROPHECY
OF
Several strange and wonderful Revolutions that shall happen
to the Kingdom of ENGLAND in or about an Hundred
Years hence.
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I.
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ALL you that can find Ears, and you that have None,
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(But not to mistake me, I mean that have One)
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Come listen awhile, and Ile tell you a Tale
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Which with Juglers Knot, you shall have by Retail;
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And therefore I hope it will not give Offence,
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Since theyre all to be over an Hundred Years hence.
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II.
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With drooping Whitefryers we then shall begin,
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Where Wit now does multiply as does their Sin;
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For tis so increasd that We never can fail
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Of a Dozen of Wits, for a Dozn of Ale.
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By the Votes it is plain that they must pack thence,
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And that long before Half an hundred Years hence.
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III.
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To Lewis le Grand we now find evry Widgeon
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From cheating all Mankind, to fly for Religion;
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All Martyrs theyll bellow, Alsatias their own,
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And they will get them both when James gets a Crown;
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All which, if we live, we shall see to commence
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But a few days before an Hundred Years hence.
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IV.
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But I doubt long before theyll all be forgotten,
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And James with his Beggarly Crew will lie rotten;
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And such Popish Kittens we vow to restore,
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When Poets and Jacobites nere shall be Poor;
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All this and much more will appear to our Sense,
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If ever it comes tis an Hundred Years hence.
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V.
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Our Taxes are great, but they may save our Throats,
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Or from Lewis who makes em pay for their Coats,
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Or damnable Rome that we may not adore,
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Who piously forces Excise for a Whore;
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Our Money well give for our Noble Defence,
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That we may be Happy an Hundred Years hence.
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VI.
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We Children will get then, and pay for their Heads,
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That they may not be damnd for handling of Beads;
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Well turn up our Doxies, and Soldiers procure,
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That the Bald-pated Tribe we may not endure;
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Well deal with our Damsels, that we may from thence
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Have Broods that will stand tot an Hundred Years hence.
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VII.
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We this will perform, and now pay for the Work
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To keep out the Devil, the Pope, and the Turk,
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That Jemmy the Elder may never reign more,
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Or Jemmy the Younger may never come ore;
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All which to prevent, our Pounds, Shillings and Pence,
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Shall willingly fly till an Hundred Years hence.
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VIII.
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But --- Room for Cuckolds without any Jest-O,
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Advance Pater Patriae with Manifesto,
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Which had better instead of Count Dadas Tarse,
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Have servd to wipe Sacred Modenas Arse,
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From whence daily issues such choice Frankincense,
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As may give an Hogo an Hundred Years hence.
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IX.
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Our Halls stufft with Monks, and our Towns lose their Charters,
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And Rome once again shall set up her Head Quarters;
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In Smithfield once more at the Stake we shall burn,
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And Berwick and Peters shall make a Return,
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Dragoond we shall be out of Cash and our Sence,
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By th Bastards beyond Sea, an Hundred Years hence.
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X.
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We to Faux and th glorious Raviliac shall pray,
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And England be blessd with a Saint for each day,
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When Sir John and Sir Williams great Fame amount
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In Red Letters by the Gregorian Account;
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When St. Pauls shall be changd to St. Peters Immense,
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No doubt this will happen an Hundred Years hence.
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XI.
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With a Glass of rich Burdeux, or a Cup of Nantz,
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We shortly from thence will supply all our Wants;
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All this I predict without help of a Star,
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By a General Peace, or a General War:
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This WILLIAM secures us in the Present Tense,
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That we maynt be Bug-beard an Hundred Years hence.
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