A New Song
UPON
The Council of SIX;
OR, A Character of the WHIGGISH-PLOT.
To the TUNE of, Packingtons Pound.
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a Folly, if ever
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the Whiggs should endeavour,
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disowning their Plots, when all the World knows 'em;
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did they not fix
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on a Council of Six,
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appointed to Govern, tho' nobody Chose 'em:
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Those that bore Sway,
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knew not one wou'd obey,
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did Trinkulo make more rediculous pother?
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Monmouths their Head,
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to strike Monarchy dead;
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they chose themselves Vice-roys all o're one another.
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II.
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Was't not a Damn'd thing,
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For Russel and Hambden,
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To follow the Projects of hot-headed Tony?
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But more Untoward,
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To imploy the Lord Howard,
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By his own Purse and Credit to raise Men and Money,
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Who at Knights-Bridge did hide
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Those brisk Boys, unespy'd,
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Which at Shaftburys Whistle were ready to follow:
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When Aid he should bring,
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Like a true Brantford-King,
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They were here with a Whoop, and gone with a Hollow
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III.
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Algernoon Sidney,
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Of Common-Wealth Kidney,
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Compos'd a sad Libel, (Ay marry was it;)
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Writ to occasion
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Ill Blood in the Nation,
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And therefore dispers'd it all over his Closet:
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Though neither the Writing
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Was prov'd, nor Enditing,
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And though he urg'd Statutes, what was it but Fooling?
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Since a new Trust is
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Plac'd in the Chief Justice,
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To Damn Law and Reason by his over-Ruling.
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IV.
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And what if a Traytor,
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In spight to the State, Sir!
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Would Cut his own Throat from one Ear to to'ther?
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Why should a new Freak
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Make Braddon and Speak,
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Be as much Concern'd as his Wife or his Brother?
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A Razor all Bloody,
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Thrown out of his Study,
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Was Evidence strong of his desperate Guilt, Sir:
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So Godfrey, when dead,
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Full of horror and dread,
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Run his Sword through his Body up to the Hilt, Sir.
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V.
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Who can think the Case hard
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Of Sir Patience Ward?
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Who lov'd his own Rights more than those of his High-ness,
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Oh, Disloyal Ears!
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As on Record appears,
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Not to hear when 'twould do the Papists a kindness!
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Ah, Doting Old Citt!
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With Elizabeth-Wit,
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Against the French Mode, for Freedom to hope on;
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Those Ears that told Lyes,
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Were less dull then his Eyes,
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And both of them shut when all others were open.
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VI.
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All AEurope together,
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Can't shew such a Father,
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So tenderly nice of his Boys Reputation,
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As our great K--- is,
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Who endeavours to bring his
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Own Son to Sign to a Sham Declaration:
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Some Modern Sages,
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More Wise than past Ages,
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Our Church would Establish by Popish Successors;
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Queen Bess never thought it,
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And Cecil forgot it,
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'Twas lately found out by the Prudent Addressors.
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