Have but a little PATIENCE, and you shall hear,
How PATIENCE had the Gift to Lie and Swear;
How PATIENCE coud with PATIENCE stand a Lie;
(But PATIENCE wants to stand the PILLORY.)
Out of all PATIENCE, to the Hague He steers:
To stay He had not PATIENCE, for his EARS.
To the Tune of, Hail to the Myrtle Sbades.
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HAil to London fair Town
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All hail to the Mayor & the Shrievs;
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Hail to the Scarlet Gown,
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Whose Sentence our Patience grieves:
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Justice and Law have prevaild,
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With PATIENCE a Verdict to find,
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Gainst Patience, whose conscience faild;
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Oh Patience! why art so blind?
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II.
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PATIENCE, the joy of the Town,
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The comfort and hope of the Crowd;
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PATIENCE, who got Renown,
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By Perjury, Lies and Fraud:
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PATIENCE who ner had the Heart
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His Sovereigns Rights to maintain;
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But Patience he had the Art
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To Swear and Forswear again.
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III.
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PATIENCE for Church and for State,
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And Patience for Meetings by stealth;
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PATIENCE, who woud translate
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The State to a Commonwealth:
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Whose Zeal has his Patience betrayd,
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To lie for the Saints in distress;
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Nay, tho hes Forsworn, (tis said,)
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He Swore he could do no less.
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IV.
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PATIENCE, whose Zeal did contrive
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The Monument Figures and Spire,
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That while theres a Papist alive
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We may not forget the Fire:
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The Pillory now is his Lot,
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He has raisd such a flame with his Crew,
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That London is now too hot;
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Oh Patience! where art thou now?
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V.
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PATIENCE for Zeal to the Cause,
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Did preach to the Captives in Goal;
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Patience, with great applause,
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Gave large to an Hospital:
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To USE now his Money may lend,
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For Pomfret hel never more stand,
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Nor Warrants for Tories send,
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Tplease Titus oth Perjurd Band.
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VI.
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PATIENCE with Coller of Brass,
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To woful Disasters did fall;
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Patience with Copper Face,
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And a Conscience worse than all;
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To Holland, to Holland he goes;
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For plainly now it appears,
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(That in spight of all Whiggish Laws,)
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Ignoramus cant save his Ears.
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VII.
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Some say that the Saints may not Swear,
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But Lie evn as much as they can;
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Yet Patience in spight ons Ears,
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Will Swear and Forswear again:
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That Patience should be so far lost,
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Alass! who with Patience can hear?
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That a Saint should be Knight oth Post,
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And an Elder without an Ear.
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VIII.
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Let evry good Subject with Me,
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Who Patience a Virtue doth praise,
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Lest he fall into Perjury,
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With Patience pray for Grace.
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But now I with Patience have done,
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Left with Patience I keep such a Rout,
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That astray more with Patience run,
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And weary your Patience out.
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