THE
NORWICH
LOYAL LITANY.
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DEfend us from all Popish Plots,
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That so the People fray;
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And eke also from Treacherous Scots,
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As bad or worse then they.
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From Parliaments long Rumps & Tails,
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From House of Commons Furies,
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Defend us eke from Protestant Flayls,
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And Ignoramus Juries.
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Protect us now, and evermore,
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From a white Sheet and Proctor;
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And from that Noble Peer brought ore
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The Salamancha Doctor.
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A Doctor with a Witness sure,
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Both in his Rise and Fall:
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His Exit almost as obscure
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As his Original.
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Designs and Dangers far Remove,
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From this Distressed Nation,
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And Damn the Trayterous Model of
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Bold Tonys Association.
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And may the Prick-Eard Party that
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Have Coin enough in Cupboard,
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Forbear to Shiver an Estate,
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And Splinters mount for Hobart.
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From sixteen self-conceited Peers,
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Protect our Soveraign still;
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And from the Damnd Petitioners,
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For the Exclusive Bill.
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Guard (Heaven) great Charles, & his Estate
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Gainst Tony upon Tony;
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And from a House of Commons, that
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Will give the King no Money.
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From those that did design and laugh,
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At Tangier in Distress;
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And were Mahometans worse by half,
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Then all the Moors of Fez.
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From such as with Usurping hand,
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Drive Princes to Extreams;
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Confound all their Devices, and
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Deliver Charles, and James.
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But may the beauteous Youth come home,
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And do the thing thats fit,
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Or I must tell that Absalom,
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He has more Hair then Wit.
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May he be wise and soon expel
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Th old Fox, th old Fawning Elf;
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The time draws nigh Achitophel,
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Shant need to hang himself,
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This Jury Ive Empaneld here,
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Of honest lines and true,
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Vhom youl I doubt at Westminster,
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Find Ignoramus too.
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