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THE
Cavalier's Litany.
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FRom Shuttlecock Sh- that to Nantz is inclin'd,
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From popular Fop, and the rest of the Kind;
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Who all shall be Knights when the Devil is blind.
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Libera Nos Domine.
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From P---- Spouse the Speaker of State,
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From Creswells Gallant, and from Colledges Fate;
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From all that our Peace and Prosperity hate
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Libera etc.
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From Owens old Tub, and from Baxters Beleif,
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From Mobiles Majesty Reigning in cheif;
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From our Wives paying Parsons by playing the Thief.
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Libera etc.
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From a Popish black Cloak in a Protestant Cut,
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From going to Bed with the Gripes in my Gutt;
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From rising next Morning with all our Throats Cut.
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Libera etc.
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From the Traytors Caball, and the fine Raree-show,
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From Sir Thomas and Robert, that all the Town know;
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From the Damnable Oaths of cursed T.O.
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Libera etc.
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From H----ds pale Ghost, that frighted the Doctor,
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From incest with B----y, from him that late K--t. her;
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From a Pocky young Lord, from a Pimp and a Procter
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Libera etc.
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From those that last voted an Act for Exclusion,
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From those on Prerogative made an Intrusion;
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From such as would bring the whole world in confusion.
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Libera etc.
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From keeping the King from borrowing of Coyne,
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Though his wants should be great as ever were mine;
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From putting up Perkin to thwar't the right Line.
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Libera etc.
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From sucking Sedition from Anthonies Tap,
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From a Hypocrits pray in a black and white Cap;
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From raising our Honour by getting a Clap.
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Libera etc.
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From Dining with Bethel and Supping with C----n,
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From a lash with the quill of Satyricall Dryden,
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From a high metl'd Whigthat was kick't at Low-Layton.
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Libera etc.
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From a sort that Associate on purpose to sham us,
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From a Jury that brings in all Bills Ignoramus;
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From the pittyful Rogues that do swear so G.Dam'us.
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Libera etc.
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From C----sh and G----d P----n D----s,
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From crying no North and obstructing free choice
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From Stealing Communion and making no Noise.
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Libera etc.
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From Sighing and Whining and Pining and Fears,
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That the Pockey old Plot should last 99 years;
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From half so much hazard as some Bodies Ears.
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Libera etc.
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From a Brumisham Saint and a serious Church Whig,
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From a Puritan Soul that abominates Pig;
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From the 41 Rogues that would hum the old Gig.
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Libera etc.
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Fram a Presbiter-Pope from Turk and from Tarter,
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From hanging ones self in a Rope or a Garter;
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From Fools that defend an old forfeited Charter.
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Libera etc.
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From a pretty conceipt that the way to be quiet,
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Is raising Sedition Rebellion and Ryot;
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From clubbing to Feast, and be kept from our Diet.
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Libera etc.
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From a Rabble and Rout with a Noise to attend on't,
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From the pains of the Gowt and never to mend on't;
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From a guilded Jack-Chain with a R--- at the end on't.
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Libera etc.
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From all that do envy our Bells when they Ring,
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And Organs and those that in Surplices sing;
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From all that refuse a good Health to the King.
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Libera Nos Domine.
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