A
SATYR
AGAINST
IN-JUSTICE:
OR,
Sc--gs upon Sc--gs.
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1.
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A Butchers Son (Judge) Capital,
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Poor Protestants for to enthral,
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And England to enslave, Sirs.
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2.
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Lose both our Laws and Lives (we must)
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When to do Justice, we intrust
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So known and errand Knaves, Sirs.
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3.
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Some hungry Priests he once did fell
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With mighty Stroaks, and them to Hell
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Sent furiously away, Sirs.
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4.
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Would you know why? The reason's plain;
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They had no English nor French Coyn
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To purchase longer Stay, Sirs.
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5.
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The Pope, to Purgatory sends
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Who neitheir Money have (nor Friends;)
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In this he's not alone, Sirs.
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6.
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Our Judge to Mercy's not inclin'd,
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Unless Gold change Conscience and Mind,
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You are infallibly gone, Sirs.
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7.
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His Father, once exempted was
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Out of all Juries; Why? Because
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He was a man of Blood, Sirs.
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8.
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And why the Butcherly Son, forsooth,
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Should now be Judge and Jury both.
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Can't well be understood, Sirs.
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9.
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The good old man, with Knife and Knocks,
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Made harmless Sheep and stubborn Ox
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Stoop to him in his fury.
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10.
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But the Brib'd Son, like greedy Auff,
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Kneels down and worships Golden Caff;
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And so did all the Jury.
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11.
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Better hadst been at Father's Trade,
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An honest Livelihood t'have made,
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In hampering Bulls with Collers,
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12.
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Than to thy Country prove unjust,
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First sell, and then betray thy Trust
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For so many hard Rix-dollers.
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13.
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Priests and Physician, thou dids't save
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From Gallows, Fire, and the Grave;
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For which we can't endure thee.
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14.
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The one can ne'er absolve thy Sins,
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And th'other, though he now begins,
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Of Knavery ne're can cure thee.
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15.
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But left we all should end thy Life,
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And with a keen-whet Chopping-knife,
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In a thousand pieces cleave thee,
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16.
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Let th'Parliament first him undertake,
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They'll make the Rascal stink at Stake;
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And so like a Knave let's leave thee.
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