Loyal Man's Letany:
Or a Prayer against
FACTION,
This present time of
LENT.
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FRom a Presbyters Zeal, and the Faith of a Scot,
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Who both by like Merit the Blessing have got
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To Pray as devoutly as 'tother do's Plot.
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Libera nos Domine.
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From defending the Rights of Monarchial Power,
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And then to Betray it the very same Hour,
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To those whom they knew would have cropt it before
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Libera, etc.
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From taking up Arms for Religions Defence,
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Which is always the cause, and a Traytours pretence,
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Tho the cursed design was to Ruine their Prince,
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Libera, etc.
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From Pawning of Plate to maintain the Old Cause,
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From venturing our Necks to Infringe the known Laws
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On purpose to gain a Fanatical Applause.
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Libera, etc.
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From shedding the Blood of a Million and more,
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From plundering the Loyal to increase their own Store
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Then laying the fault at their Soveraigns Door.
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Libera, etc.
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From Enacting of Laws without Law or Reason,
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And then by a Trick Vote a Writ of Disseizin
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To turn him from Office, and Behead him for Treason.
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Libera, etc.
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From a long Thirteen Years of running astray,
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T' an Arbitrary Rule and a Popular Sway,
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Worse than that of a Nero or Caligula.
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Libera, etc.
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From those who the Oath of Allegiance disclaim,
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Pretending their Conscience wont suffer the same,
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And therefore a new they begin their Old Game.
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Libera, etc.
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From him who would sham us with Plots in the Air,
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And to make us believe him, devoutly does Swear
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That Invisible Armies of Pilgrims appear.
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Libera, etc.
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From conferring of Titles on this Man and that,
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And Swearing them in and out of the Plot,
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Then Hang them because ----- he knew not for what.
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Libera, etc.
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From the rest that did damn themselves to Avow,
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Whatever their Prodromos said to be True,
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Tho nor him, nor his Evidence ever they knew.
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Libera, etc.
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From the Gaol and the Pox, and what ever Disease
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Do justly attend such Wretches as these,
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Who Rebellion promote, the Rabble to Please.
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Libera, etc.
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From a Patriot-Captain that once dar'd to say
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He'd show his briskBoys an Excellent way,
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Not how they might Conquer, but how run away.
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Libera, etc.
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From not following Advice, tho never so Evil,
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But tarrying behind, to be foolishly Civil;
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So be Hang'd by Jack Ketch, and sent to the Devil.
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Libera, etc.
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From a Mimical Doctor who Wrote their last Speeches
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As far from their Sense as the Doctrine he Preaches;
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But Gain is his Godliness, 'tis that that he Teaches.
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Libera, etc.
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From all those who deserve the same or worse Fate,
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Who pretend to be Witty in shewing their Hate
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Against Royal James, the Church or the State.
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Libera nos Domine.
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