A Lookinglass for the WHIGS:
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Down with Common-Wealths-Men.
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A Country Fellow took a Daw,
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A Pillaging his Wheat,
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And, tho' 'twas Hanging by the Law,
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Ty'd only one of's Feet;
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Then gave him to a little Child,
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Who with a deal of Joy
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Made much of him, and laugh'd and smil'd
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At such a pleasing Toy:
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But yet the Bird was mighty dull
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To think he was confin'd,
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And, tho' he had his Belly full,
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Was not content in Mind;
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Wherefore he from his Keeper slip'd,
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And, longing to be free,
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To an adjacent Thicket skip'd,
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And kaw'd out Liberty.
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When 'twas not long before the String
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He had upon his Foot
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Entangl'd him, and made him sing
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Another kind of Note;
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And, ready to give up the Ghost,
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For want of usual Food,
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He own'd that he himself had lost,
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Not knowing what was good:
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Fool as I am, I was preserv'd
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While kept from being Free,
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He cry'd, but now, alas! am starv'd,
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And with my Life have purchas'd Liberty.
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DOwn, down with Kings, our Common-Wealth's-Men cry,
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The Name's infectious grown,
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Nor let the Rays of Liberty
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Be darken'd by the Throne.
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When, should the Powers they pray to grant
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The Mischeifs they implore,
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The Nation would experience the Want,
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And starve, that pinch'd before.
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