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The Sheeps Skin pull'd off from the Wolfs back:
OR,
The Uncasing of the KNIGHT.
BEING
A SATYRICAL COPY of VERSES
ON
The abominable and treasonable Practices of a Pagan Knight
with a Christian Name, now in the TOWER.
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OF all the Plots we ever yet have read,
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That Jesuites hatch'd, or Hell it self has bred,
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No one like this did ever yet appear,
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Tho this, of Plots, has been a fruitful year.
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The Pagan Knight, with Presbyterian Face,
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Shall 'mongst the Chief of Plotters have the place;
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And in Hells deep Consults, there's none shall dare,
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If he be by, to step into the Chair.
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The King of Spain, and his proud vaunting Elves,
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Plotted our Ruine, but 'twas like themselves;
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They came with Arms, with Halters, and with Knives,
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To kill the Men; with Lust, t' abuse their Wives.
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The Pope, good man, plotted with bloudy Knife,
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To take Elizabeths Renowned Life;
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With Curses, Dagger, Pistol, Poyson too,
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He honestly did his Designes pursue.
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The Jesuits, of Hells Privy-Council sworn,
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And all the bald-pate Priests that e'er were shorn,
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Plotted at once to blow into the Air
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The King, his Issue, Commons, every Peer;
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And (like the Tyrant, who but wish'd it) so
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To cut a Kingdoms Head off at one Blow.
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Those Holy Fathers, with their Secretary,
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Who with their Plots, at Tyburn did miscarry,
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Plotted to take our Soveraigns sacred Life
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By Pistol, or by Poyson, Sword, or Knife;
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Then to enslave the free Necks of a Nation,
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And to bring in a Popish Reformation:
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Yet these come short of what this Knight would do,
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Who did more devilish Plots than these pursue;
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For all their Plots this Knight had made his own,
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And them upon the Protestants had thrown.
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Thus, like a Wolf cloath'd in a white Sheeps Case,
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The Knight appears with Presbyterian Face;
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With them he clubs, and hears them preach and pray,
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The better onely that he might betray:
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For every night the Knight is brought to bed,
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Of all the Treacherous Issue of his head,
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By Mother Midnight, who the impious Brood
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Did into nursing Jesuits hands intrude.
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Hell such a pile of Villany ne'er rear'd,
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And such a Plot as this was never heard,
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To clear the Guilty (which the Devil ne'er meant)
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And to accuse and damn the Innocent;
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To hang up Dugdale, Bedloe, Smith, and Oates,
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And to make Protestants cut Protestants Throats;
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To swear good Patriots honest Lives away,
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A List of which hidden in Meal-tub lay:
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To bring Fire, Sword, War, Dread, and Devastation,
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And to defile, with innocent bloud, a Nation;
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And then to set up th' Image of the Beast,
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To which all men must bow, or b'hang'd at least.
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But now the Wolf has lost his outward Case,
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And he appears with his own wolfish Face;
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His Popish Claws and bloudy Fangs are shown,
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The counterfeit Sheep for a meer Wolf is known;
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And in the Tower secur'd; he now between
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The Lions, Monsters, and worse Beasts is seen.
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Tho with a learn'd Astrologer, the Fate
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Of Kings and Kingdoms he did oft debate;
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And tho the Stars had others Fates made known,
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He never in those Books could read his own.
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But sometimes Poets, who are Vates too,
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Can tell as much as Gadbury can do;
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And they declare, the wolfish Knight will be,
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With several other Traytors, such as he,
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Who for such Practices in Holds are pent,
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Like wicked Vermine hang'd, next Parliament.
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