TEn Crowns at once! and to one man! and he
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As despicable as bad Poets be!
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Who scarce had wit, (if you requird the same)
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To make an Anagram upon your name;
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Or to out-pun a Barber, or prepare
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An Epitaph to serve a Quinbrough Mayr:
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A limping-Levite, (who scarce in his prime)
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Could woo an Abigail, or say Grace [i]n Rime:
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Ten Crowns to such a thing! Friend tis a Dose
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Able to raise dead Ben, or Davnans Nose;
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Able to make a Courtier turn a Friend,
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And more then all of them in Victuals spend.
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This free Free-Parliament, whose Gifts do sound
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Full Five and twenty hundred thousand pound,
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You have out-done them, Sir; yours was your own,
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And some of It shall last when Theirs is gone.
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Ten Crowns at once! and now at such a time,
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When love to such as I am is a Crime
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Greater than his recorded in Jane Shore,
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Who gave but one poor loaf to th starvd Whore:
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What now to help a Non-conformist! now,
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When Ministers are broke, that will not bow:
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When tis to be unblest, to be ungirt;
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To wear no Sirplice, does deserve no Shirt:
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No Broth, no Meat; no Service, no Protection;
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No Cross, no Coyn; no Collect, no Collection:
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You are a daring Knight, thus to be kind.
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If Trusty Roger get it in the Wind,
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Heel smell a Plot, a Presbyterian Plot,
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Especially for what you gave the (Scot:)
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And if the Spiritual Court take fire from Crack,
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Theyl clap a Parritor upon your Back,
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And make you shrug, as if you wore the Collar
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Of a Cashiered Red-Coat, or poor Scholar.
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What will you plead, Sir, if they put you to t?
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Was it the Doctor or the Knight did dot?
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Did you, as Doctor, flux some Usurer,
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And with your quick make his dull Silver stir?
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Or did your Zeal you a Knight-Templer make,
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To give the Church the Booties you should take?
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Or, was it your desire to beg Applause,
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Or shew affection to the GOOD OLD CAUSE?
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Wast to feed Faction, or uphold the stickle
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Between the Old Church and New Conventicle?
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No, none of these; but I have hit the thing,
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It was because You knew I lovd the King.
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Ten Crowns at once! Sir youl suspected be
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For no good Protestant, you are so free:
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So much at once! Sure you nere gave before;
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Or else, I doubt, mean to do so no more:
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This is enough to make a man protest
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Religio Medici to be the best.
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The Christians for whose sakes we are undone,
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Would have cryd out, O tis too much for one
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Either to give or Take! what needs this wast?
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O how they love to have us keep a Fast!
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