VOX CLERO,
Lil-ly bur-le-ro,
OR,
The Second Part
OF A
Merry New Ballad.
To be sung in the Jerusalem-Chamber, the 24th of this Instant January.
To the Tune of Youth, Youth, thou hadst, etc.
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(1)
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CAnonical Black-Coats, like Birds of a Feather,
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In Town and from Country are flocking together;
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As if our Religon was never intended,
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But for want of a better, to be still amended.
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Commissioners all
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Ecclesiastical,To make a new Creed, meet at Westminster Hall.
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Yet Tories had rather see Protestants burn,
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Than that their old Liturgy should not serve the turn.
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(2)
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Theres no Catholick Note that more does belong
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To a Fallible Church than to be in the wrong.
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And if the deceived may also deceive,
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Then in what a Condition are those that Believe.
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In Divinity Schools
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Are forgd many Tools,
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Whereby Knaves get their Living by working on Fools.
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Yet Tories had rather------
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(3)
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Whole Troops of Crape-Gowns, with their Captains in Lawn,
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In the Pail of the Church together were drawn.
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A Learned good Doctor did fairly propose,
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To let in our Friends, and shut out our Foes,
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But Rochester stood by,
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And refusd to comply,
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For he scornd all Commissions, unless they were high.
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And rather the Tories would see the Inquisition,
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Than part with one tittle of vain Repetition.
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(4)
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This Maggot o th Mass, the Prayers, ye call common,
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Conceivd by a Boy, brought forth by a Woman,
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Who to cure all the Sores in the Souls of the Nation
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Have publishd this Noble Receipt for Salvation:
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Cut in parcels it is,
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Lest the Parson should miss,
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Who prays all by Spurt, as his Tith-Pigs do piss;
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Yet Tories had rather ------
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(5)
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To shew that our Soul not likely to starve is,
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Heres both the first Course, and the second Service;
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Tis servd up to relish your Ale and your Toast well,
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With a Cut of the Pistle, and a Slice of the Gospel.
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Then the Curate so pert,
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Brings in the Desart.
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Lord, how Robin Spencer rejoyces at heart!
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When Man, with the Lady of Babylons Rag on,
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Stands by the dark Candle, and the empty Flaggon.
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(6)
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Stand firm to your Sins, and have a great care
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That you mend not your Lives, lest ye spoil all the Prayer.
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Ye must never press forward, round, round, ye must reel,
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And Sin, and Repent, like a Dog in a Wheel.
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Be still the same Men
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In the Morning at Ten,
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In the Evening, at Three, have at it again.
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But who would have thought that old Cranmer and Ridley
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Shoud confess all the Sins of Sheppard and Sedley.
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(7)
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The Kit-Wrens of our Creed, those Spiritual Surveyors,
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First found that our Matrimony wanted repairs.
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Grave Tenison thought things obscenely exprest,
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And fain woud have left out the Cream of the Jest.
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But twould not be decreed
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To leave out the Creed,
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For twould dry-bob our Marriage, and marr all the breed.
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So Tories had better see ------
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(8)
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When our Sacraments old Hocus pocus is done,
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One would think it is Bread, or else it is none;
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Tho our Senses say Bread, as to God we must bow,
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Or the Church has tane care all our Cake shall be Dough.
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Shoud they mistery boast,
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And woud call it the Host,
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In a cup of Canary twould serve for a Toast.
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Yet Tories had rather ------
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(9)
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From a Brother o th Mug, grown a Peer with a Mitre.
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They promise our Souls than their Lawn should be whiter,
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Till with Passive Obedience the Nation enslavd;
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One had better be damnd than so to be savd.
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Old Noll had a Trick
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To keep Souls from old Nick,
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Without either Bishop, or a Bishoprick.
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But Presbyter Puppies needs the King woud restore,
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And by putting him in, put emselves out o door.
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(10)
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With the Tail of an Horse, when such gambols were plaid,
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What might we expect from the jolly Nags Head?
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On their Jure Divino, whip, they mount in the Air,
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And run their Tantivy, the Devil knows whether.
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Then begin they to sing,
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No Bishop, no King,
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Till together, old Nick has um all in a string,
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And still ye might beat the Lawn Sleeves in a Mortar,
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Yet not find so much Brain as in Olivers Porter.
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