THE
Plotting Cards Revivd,
Or, the New game at Forty One.
To the Tune of, I tell the Dick, etc.
The First Part.
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1.
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COme, cut again; the Games not done,
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Though strangely yet the Cards have run,
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As if they packt had been:
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Most, likely are to loose, and say
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They know not whats next best to Play:
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Such shuffling nere was seen.
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Look well (my Masters) to your hits,
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And have about you all your wits,
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For high the Play dos run;
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Three Kingdoms now at stake do lye,
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And Rooks all hocus-tricks do try,
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That ye may be undone.
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3.
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On Clubs and Spades, some wholly bet,
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For they the most are like to get,
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Whilst Hearts in vain contest;
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And Diamonds too, unto their cost
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Who have them, sure are to be lost,
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The Blackest Cards are best.
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God Bless all Kings and Queens, though now
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The best Coate-Cards, (the Lord knows how)
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At this preposterous Game,
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Are all like to Commanded be,
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And trumpt with all their Royalty,
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By every Knavish Pam.
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5.
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So Hewson blinde (though he be dead,)
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Alive was by blinde Fortune led,
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And still did winning go,
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And ever since we finde that he,
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Sweeps all with his Effigie,
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The great Pamphilio.
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Nay Trays and Duces, which were deemd
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The basest Cards, are now esteemd
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Prime ones to win the Day,
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So that you see, to gain the prize,
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Poor Kings and Queens you must despise,
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And Honours throw away.
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Thus the best Cards are now the worst,
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And what was last is become first,
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No wonder now adays:
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The Nation topsy turvy lies,
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And as twere pleasd with CONTRARIES,
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At losing Loadum Plays.
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The Second Part.
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8.
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THis is like some Utopian game,
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Where Servant Maids controul their Dame,
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And Kings are Subjects made;
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Felons their Judges do indite,
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And he a Traytor is down right,
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Who falsly is betrayd.
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A Dunce who never took Degrees,
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But such as led to Villanies,
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A DOCTOR is most sound.
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He who to furnish his own wants,
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Can seize Gold-Cross, or Silver-Saints
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A JUSTICE is renownd.
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Who Horse to Battel never led,
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But has with many Horses fled,
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Out of his Neighbours field,
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A CAPTAIN is, and with his word,
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Kills more than with his dulle Sword,
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He ever made to yield.
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A VILLAIN, who can cheat his Lord
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Gets Chains of Gold, insteed of Cord,
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And is from Prison freed:
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For HIM who says he Murdered has,
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A Pardon both for that dos pass,
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And all he ever did.
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WHO for fowl Crimes and Forgeries,
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Has worn the Yoak of Pillories,
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And has been whipt about,
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If he but add new Perjury,
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He wipes off past Iniquity,
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And speaks Truth without doubt.
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He that had rather chuse to dye,
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Then to Redeem his Life and Lye;
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Is the only perjurd Rogue:
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And they who Damn themselves to live,
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Sure signs of their Probation give,
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For theyre the Saints in vogue.
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Then Play away, (good Country Man,)
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What Hands the best, is now most plain,
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And boldly thou mayst Stake;
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A PACK of KNAVES together get,
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And never doubt to win the Set,
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For They the Voll will make.
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