Libertatis Amator:
A LITANY.
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FROM the lawless Dominion of Mitre and Crown,
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Whose Tyrannies are Absolute grown;
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That Men become Slaves to Altar and Throne,
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And can call neither Bodies, nor Souls their own.
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Libera Nos Domine.
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From a Reverend bawling Theological Professor,
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From a Protestant Zealous for a Popish Successor:
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Who for a great Benefice still leaves a lesser,
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And ne'er will die Martyr, nor make good Confessor,
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From Deans, and from Chapters, who live at their Eases,
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Whose Leachery lies in renewing Church Leases;
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Who live in Cathedrals, like Maggots in Cheeses,
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And lie like Abbey Lubbers stew'd in their own Greases,
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From Oxford and Cambridge, Scholastical Fry,
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Whose Leachery's with their Landress to lie;
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Of Church and State their Wants to supply,
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That Religion and Learning may never die,
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From a Holbourn-Hill Parson, whose Pulpit rings,
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With Jure Divino of Bishops and Kings:
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And from the true Scripture false Evidence brings,
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That Kingship and Priesthood are two sacred Things,
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From a Minister of the English Church Breed,
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Mother Churchs own Son by Episcopal Seed;
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Who with Tale-Tub, can burlesque Lord's Prayer and Creed,
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And can the whole Bible Ridicule for a need.
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From a Scandalous, Limping, Litigious Vicar,
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Of whom his Parish grows sicker and sicker;
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Who taught his dull Maid to grow quicker and quicker,
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And who stole the Tankard when he drunk out the Liquor,
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From an Altar-Piece Monger, who rails at Dissenters,
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And Damns Non-Conformists in the Pulpit he enters:
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Yet all the Week long his own Soul he ventures,
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By being so Drunk that he cutteth Indentures.
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From young Boys Ordain'd, whose Beards are not grown;
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From a Journey-Man Preacher, to some dignify'd Drone:
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Who, whatever Text he Preaches upon,
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Still talks of Rebellion and Forty One,
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From a Protestant Church, where a Papist must reign;
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From a High Tory Parliament, to England a Stain:
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Who because some honest Members the Plot wou'd make plain,
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Their Elections made void, and they sent Home again,
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From Fools, Knaves and Villains, Prerogative Tories,
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From Church that for the Babylon Whore is;
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From a Pretended Prince, like Pear rotten at Core is,
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From a Court that has Millions, yet as Job poor is.
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From all that would the Hanover Succession bambouzle,
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And those Villains that honest Men's Mouths wou'd up Muzzle,
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From those that love nothing but French Wine to guzzle,
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And with their Knavish Quirks, and Tricks us would puzzle.
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From a W------r at St. J------ss, and another at Paris,
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From the Harliquin Plot well known to Bob. Farriss,
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Deliver us, Lord, from this very Thing,
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From the Sham Prince of Wales, and the French King.
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