A LITANY from GENEVA, In Answer to that from St. OMERS.
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FRom the Tap in the Guts of the Honourable Stump,
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From which runs Rebellion, that stinks like the Rump,
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On purpose to leaven the Factious Lump,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From him that aspires as high as the Crown,
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And vows to pull Copes and Cathedrals down,
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Fit only to govern the World in the Moon.
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Libera nos.
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Form the Prick-eard Levite, that can without pain
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Swear Black into White, then Unswear it again;
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Whose Name did design him a Villain in GRAIN,
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Libera nos.
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From his Black-Bills, and Pilgrims with Sticks in their hands,
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That came to make a Religious Band,
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Then Ravish our Wives, and Inhabit our Land,
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Libera nos.
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From the Mouth of the City, that never gives or
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To complain of Oppressions unheard-of before,
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And yet for his Letchery will not quit score,
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Libera nos.
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From the Cent per Cent Scrivner, and all his State-tricks;
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That cryer out of Intemprance, who yet will not stick
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To clear a youg Spend-thrifts Estate at a lick,
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Libera nos.
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From the Force and the Fire of the Insolent Rable,
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That woud hurle the Government into a Babel,
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And from the nice Fare of the Mouse-starvers Table,
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Libera nos.
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From the Elder in New-street, that Goggles and Cants,
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Then turns up his Whites, to nose it, and pant,
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And at the same time plays Devil and Saint,
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Libera nos.
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From Jenkins Homilies drawn through the Nose,
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From Langley, Dick, Baldwin, and all such as those,
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And from Brawny Settles Poem in Prose,
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Libera nos.
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From a Surfeit occasiond by Protestant Feasts,
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From Sedition for Sawce, and Republicks for Guests,
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With Treason for Grace-Cup, or Faction at least,
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Libera nos.
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From the Conscience of Cits, resembling their Dames,
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That in Private are Nice, but in Publick so Tame,
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That they will not stick out for a Touch of that Same,
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Libera nos.
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From the blind Zeal of all Democratical Tools,
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From Whigland,, and all its Anarchical Rules,
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Devised by Knaves, and Imposed on Fools,
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Libera nos.
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From the Late Times Revivd, when Religion was gain,
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And Church-Plate was seizd for Reliques Prophane,
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Since practicd by Searching Sir William again,
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Libera nos.
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From such Reformation where Zealots begun,
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To preach Heaven must by firm Bulwarks be won,
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And Te Deum sung from the mouth of a Gun,
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Libera nos.
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From Parliamentarians, that out of their Love
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And Care for His Majestys Safety, woud prove
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The securest way were His Guards to remove,
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Libera nos.
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From Sawcy PETITIONS, that serve to inflame us,
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From all who for the ASSOCIATION are famous,
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From the Devil, the Doctor, and the Damnd IGNORAMUS.
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Libera nos.
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