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I Sing the praise of a worthy Wight,
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Whose Father (--- ---) that never wou'd Fight,
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For his Face, but more for his A--- made a Knight.
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With a fa la la la la la la.
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This Knight soon after a Duke became,
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And got at the Island Rhee such a Fame,
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That all true English Curs'd B------:
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That Idol Duke to that Greatness did Swell,
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That Honours and Riches before him Fell,
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Till F--- the Brave sent his Soul to Hell:
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And now you shall hear how his Mighty Son,
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With that very small Sin of Incest begun,
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And then to Treason and Buggery went on:
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For the Incest, Old R------ can tell when and where;
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For the Treason, the Papers of Old Oliver,
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And K------ Arse knows his Buggerer:
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Now he who so Bravely and Nobly begins,
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Must afterwards think when such Glory he wins,
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Adultery and Treason but Trivial Sins:
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For S------ C---t lost this Nation more
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Brave men than ever were Killed before,
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Or shall be hereafter for such a Damn'd Wh------
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More Seed has been Spilt in her Nauseous Womb,
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Of all Nations, all Sorts from the Prince to the Groom,
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Then Martyrs Blood for the Church of Rome:
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Yet he that will after her Beastly Life hunt,
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May Swear and Venture his Soul upon't,
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She has nothing Catholick but her C---t:
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The Pox upon Pox has Eaten by Bits
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His T---, yet so well her purpose it Fits,
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That he Fathers the Children Doughty Begets:
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And now I have done with that Rampant Whore,
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And that Sink her C---t which is Cannon Bore,
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But his Grace F---ks oftner Behind than Before:
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I come to his Farce, which must needs be well done,
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For Troy was not longer before it was won,
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Since 'tis more than 10 years since first 'twas begun:
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Yet gathering from Plays, Pimps, and Table Chatt,
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With the Help of his own Canonical S---,
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And his Family Scribe, Antichristian M---:
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With Transcribing of that, and Transcribing of those,
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With Transmitting of Verse, and Transfusing of Prose,
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He hath drest on his Farce with other mens Cloaths:
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His Abusing the Living, and Robbing the Dead,
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His Inserting Fine Things which other men said,
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Makes his own way Writing without Tail or Head:
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But where the Devil his own Wit doth ly,
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They must have very good Eyes that can Spy,
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Unless in the Dances and Mimikry:
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I confess the Dances were very well Writ,
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And the Tune and the Time by Haynes as well Hit,
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And Littlewoods Motion and Dress had much Wit:
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But when his Poet John Bayes did appear,
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'Tis known to more than half that were there,
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The greatest part was his own Character:
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For he many years Plagu'd his Friends for their Crimes,
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With Repeating his Verses and other mens Rhymes,
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To the very same Persons ten thousand Times:
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Then his Grace has Tormented the Players more,
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Than the Howards and Fleckno, and all the store
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Of Damn'd Dull Rogues they were Plagu'd with before.
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At last Learned B------ though it Fit,
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To tell us the Ancients wanted Wit,
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For he easily understood all they had Writ:
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But sure he said this in the Heat of his Blood,
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For if what the Ancients have Written be Good,
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'Tis in Languages he ne'r yet Understood:
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When in France, and in Spain, and in Holland 'tis known,
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What mighty Wonders our Statesman has done;
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'Twill make 'um all Tremble to hear his Renown:
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For he that can Libel our Poets, and knows
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How to Mimick our Players in Gesture and Cloaths,
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With ease can Destroy all His Majesties Foes:
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Now the Church he Contemns as much as the Quaker,
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The Kingdom he'd ruine if the Parliament forsake her,
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For he Serves his King as well as his Maker:
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For he that Forsook him in all His Distress,
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Kill'd the Husband, and Keeps the Adulteress,
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Like Judas, would Sell him, and Sell him for Less:
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He has Mimick'd the King and Duke o'er and o'er,
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That Merciful King who has Pardon'd more,
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Than all our Kings e'er Pardon'd before:
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That King who if ever Committed a Crime,
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Which to Church or State may be Fatal in time,
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It was in Extending his Mercy to Him:
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Now God grant His Majesty never may find,
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'Tis Fatal to be to a B------ Kind,
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For his Father was ruin'd by what he Design'd:
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With a fa la la la la la la.
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