STout HANIBAL before He came to Age,
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Perpetual Wars with Rome was sworn to wage!
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You lead Us to such Wars; O Happy We!
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Great Prince! You are a Soldier good as He;
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Tho some will say (to give the Devil his due,)
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He was as good a Protestant as You.
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You to that whore of whores, the whore of Rome,
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Devoted from your own fair Mothers womb,
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Tho in the Schools of Jesuits true bred,
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You scornd to learn of them to Write or Read:
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A PROTESTANT the more to be admird,
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That never were instructed, but inspird.
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So unconcernd from Popery You pass,
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No use of Understanding in the Case.
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True Interest, that all other things orepowers,
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And Genrous Indignation made You Ours:
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Even so in Spain to Mass come trading Jews,
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Cast Drabs turn Quakers but to spite the Jews.
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But Fears and Jealousies of You we scorn,
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That were so true a Son of Honour born;
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And since have made both Gog and Magog bleed,
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Act but the Demagogue, youl do the Deed:
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Youl Dam and Ram proud Antichrist to Hell;
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But force him first to work one Miracle.
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He that with four hard words, and one grave Nod,
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Turns an insipid Wafer into God;
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Were You a Dough-bakd DUKE, with less ado,
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To Prince of Wales may Transubstantiate You.
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Do You but sayt, well swear that You are so,
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And rather kiss your Hand than kiss his Toe:
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Resolvd, resolvd it must not be gainsaid;
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Faith well believe your Mother was a Maid.
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