True English Prophet:
OR,
ENGLANDS Happiness
A Hundred Years Hence.
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Licensed according to Order.
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To a New Play-House Tune.
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I.
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COme chear up your Hearts, Boys, & all hands to Work,
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Well be Happy and Blest, spight of Devil and Turk;
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Our Land you must know, we shall one day see flow
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With that dear Milk and Honey,
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Calld Plenty and Money,
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If we can but a little with Patience dispence,
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Those Blest Days will be Ours all a Hundred Years hence.
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II.
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By that time our Foes will be all Dead and Rotten,
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Our Quarrels all husht, and our Troubles forgotten;
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His Gout, Stone and Pox, will have then done the work
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Of Europes Old Blood-hound,
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The most Christian Turk:
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For Lucifer waits his New Reign to Commence,
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And all long before a Hundred Years hence.
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III.
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Our Taxes well heartily pay in our Turns,
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Count it which way you please, for our Heads or our Horns
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We shall see that blest Day, when we nere shall be poor,
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If our Wives have not sent us
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To Heavn long before.
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Peace, Blessing, and Plenty, their Smiles will dispence
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At furthest within one poor Hundred Years hence.
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IV.
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And what, tho thus long we have mournd the sad wants
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Of a Glass of good Bourdeaux, and Cup of fine Nants,
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We then shall have Wine, and Brandy most certain,
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A Quart for a Shilling,
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And Two-pence a Quartern;
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For the Generous French will that Favour dispence,
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If we happen to live but a Hundred Years hence.
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V.
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Tis true, no great store of Coin we can boast,
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Our Wealth and our Silver, alas, are Rid Post;
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But what, though the Clippers and Coiners have snipd it,
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And ore the Herring-Pond
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The Wars they have whippd it,
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We shall role in Milld Crowns, Pounds, Shillings & Pence,
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If we live and do well but a Hundred Years hence.
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VI.
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In a Hundred Years time, how the World we shall settle,
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We shall certainly then have quite mended our Kettle,
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Our Disputes and our Titles, will then be Adjusted,
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And Monsieur by that time
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Perhaps may be trusted:
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Then England to France her smiles shall dispence
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In a General Peace a Hundred Years hence.
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VII.
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In Wedding, and Bedding, and Gossiping Rates.
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Tho we now pay for Kissing, and getting of Brats;
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Our Grandsons will lay the young Girls on their Backs
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In the fear of the Lord,
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And without fear of Tax;
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Without Socket-Money, or Christning Expence,
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Take up the Smock Cheaper a Hundred Years hence.
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VIII.
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And what tho our Citizens, honest good People,
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In hopes of a New, and a swinging Pauls Steeple,
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Stand Gaping to see it Rise higher and higher;
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Whilst we Raise by our Coals
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What we Lost by our Fire,
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With that small yearly Rent theyll easily dispence:
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For Pauls will be Built in a Hundred Years hence.
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IX.
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Nay, the Bank Bills that Swaggerd so high, tho of late
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Theyre Dwindled to Twenty per Centum Rebate,
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If youll stay but a while, and be but so Civil
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To wait but till Knavery
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Is gone to the Devil;
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By that time theyll hold up their Heads, and speak sen[se]
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If you can but have Patience t a Hundred Years hence.
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X.
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The City will then make their Orphans all Rich,
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Have payd off their Bedlam-Score, Mum-Glass and Ditc[h]
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Our Casements and Windows, that now pay their Light;
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And all to the making
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Our Silver more Bright;
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Will Crown with full Glory our Shillings and Pence:
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For our Mint will Shine out a Hundred Years hence.
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XI.
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But now, without Rallying or Joque, lets agree,
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To pay our Great Caesar our Hand, Heart and Knee;
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The Heroe, whose Sword for our Liberty Draws,
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Who faces Blood, Danger,
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And Death in Our Cause;
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Some few Months, we hope, will his warm Beams dispe[nse]
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And our Heirs Bless his Name a Hundred Years hence.
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