THE
Hypocritical WHIGG
DISPLAYED.
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WHat shall a Glorious Nation be orthrown,
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By a Crew of Sneaking Rascals of our own?
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Must Civil, and Ecclesiastick Laws;
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Once Truckle more under the Good Old Cause?
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Shall these Ungrateful Varlets think to Live
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Only to Clip the Kings Prerogative?
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Im all Inspird with a Poetick Rage,
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And must Chastise the Follies of the Age.
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Thoughts do so Crowd upon me, I must Write
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Till Ive Displayed the Gawdy Hypocrite.
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Hes one that scarcely can be calld a Man;
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And yet forsooths a Pious Christian.
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He disesteems dull Morals for a Saint,
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(My Wel-beloved Brethren) must not Want:
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Soul Warming Thoughts, so warm that they did dwell
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First in the Womb, then at the Breasts of Hell.
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With Eyes turnd up, Mouth Screwd, & Monkey Face,
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He Loudly Balls to God for Saving Grace,
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With such Unmanly, Scurvy Mean, as if even
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His Apish Postures only woud please Heaven.
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He Hates a Form, but Loves his Dear Nonsense,
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Nauseats his God with his Impertinence.
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If things succeed not as his Humour woud,
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He straight grows Angry, and he Huffs his God.
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And this, as if God knows not what to do,
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And that woud have been for thy Glory too.
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Then Muffled in his Cloak, the Beast begins
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Ins Sermon to Dawb forth Soul-Killing-Sins;
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Murder, and Theft, and Pride, and Gluttony,
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Rash Oaths, and Vows, and Black Idolaty,
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Which in their Lives none more Applauds then he.
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Yet if you do Survey the List with Care;
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Youl quickly find Rebellion is not there:
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Nay, when hes prest to Duties for some Hours,
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He ner puts in Obey the Higher Powers.
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At Surplice, and Lawn-Sleeves he takes Offence,
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Because they are the Types of Innocence;
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For that he Scorns, and with it Men of Sense.
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The Reverend Prelates he still Vilifies,
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Cause they Detect his Cursed Villanies:
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He shuns this Grave, and Learned Company,
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Because they smell too Rank of Loyalty.
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Hang them, says he, come let us Pull them Down,
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For this same Mitre will Support the Crown.
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He the Kings Person would Protect, he said,
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Yes, yes forsooth, by Cutting off his Head.
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He is the Kings best Friend, and yet thought Good
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To Plunge his Kingdoms in a Sea of Blood.
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And this he did, Inspird by Zeal alone,
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To Fasten Christ in his Triumphant Throne;
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As if Damnd Lyes, False Oathes, and Base Deceit
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Propt up his Throne, and made him truly Great.
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As if the Devil himself that Acted Them,
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Did bring the Lustre to his Diadem.
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Yea they go on, yet with the same Intents,
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By moulding to their Minds New Parliaments.
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In other things, like methods they pursue,
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For even the Sheriffs must be Fanaticks too.
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The Judges too, theyd to their Party gain,
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Did they lack either Honesty or Brain.
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But when their Wheedling Tricks do fail on these,
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They do Attack poor Country Justices.
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Some of the Great they by their Whimseys Guide,
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To Guard their Treason, and to like their Pride.
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In fine, they are the Foes of Royal State,
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Order, and Peace the Object of their Hate.
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They all mankind, except themselves Despise;
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Chiefly the Great, for being Good and Wise:
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Nor God, nor Man, these Furies seek to please;
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Theyd Bruise the Crown, and Tear our Surplices.
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Some Subtil have, and some have Giddy Souls;
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Some Fools, some Knaves, & some are Knaves & Fools.
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These Vermine would even the best Things Command,
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And Suck up all the Fatness of the Land.
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