Where he on Strafford trid his skill;
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Off went his head, youl thinke him slain,
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But straight twas voted on again.
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Diurnals are his weekly bils
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Which shew how many he cures and kils;
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But of th Errata weel advise,
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For cure read kill, for truth read lies.
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If any Traitor be diseasd
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With a sore neck, and would be easd,
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Here is a pill he cals a Vote,
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Take it extempore, twill dot.
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If any conscience be too strict,
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Heres severall bils from Lectures pickt,
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Which swallowd down, will stretch it full
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As far as tis from hence to Hul.
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Is any by Religion bound,
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Or Law? and would be looser found,
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Here is a Glyster which we call
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His priviledge ore topping all.
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Is any mony left, or plate,
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Or goods? bringt in at any rate;
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Heel melt three shillings into one,
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And in a minute leave you none.
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Heres powder to inspire your lungs,
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Heres water that unties your tongues;
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(Spite of the Law) twill set you free,
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To speake reason only lispingly.
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Heres Leetches, which if well applid,
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And fed, stick closely to your side,
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Till your superfluous blood deeay,
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Then they will breake and drop away.
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But heres a soveraigne Antidote
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(Be sure your Soveraigne never knowt)
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Apply it as your Doctor pleases,
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Twill cure all wounds, and all diseases.
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A drug none (but himselfe ere saw.
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Tis cald a Fundamental Law.
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Heres glasses to delude the sight,
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Darke lanthornes, here bastard light;
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This (if you conquer) trebles men,
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(If lose) an hundred seems but ten.
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Heres Opium to lull asleep,
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And here ly dangerous plots in steep.
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Here stands the safety of the City,
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There hangs the invisible Committee.
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Plundrings the new Philosophers stone,
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Turns wares to gold, and gold to none.
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And heres an Ordinance that shall
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At one full shot enrich us all.
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Hes skilled in the Mathematicks,
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And with his circles can do tricks,
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By raising spirits that can smell
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Plots that are hatcht as deep as Hel;
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Which only to themselves are known,
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(The Divels ever kind tos owne.)
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All this he gratis doth, and saith
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Heel only take the Publick faith.
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Flock to him then, make no delay,
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The next fair winde he must away.
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