The JESUITS Character.
Written by a Member of the POPISH CLUB.
To the Black Smiths Tune, Which nobody can deny.
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THE Jesuits they are a sort of Men
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That the Name of Jesus usurp with their Pen,
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In a thousand, honest are hardly ten;
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Which nobody can deny.
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The Churches of God they make Dens of Thieves,
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They cajol the Men, and lye with their Wives,
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When th' are to be hang'd, none wish 'em Reprieves;
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Which nobody can deny.
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For Christian Charity, they all despise it,
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But as to themselves they all will advise it;
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And if they once beg, he's a knave that denies it.
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Which nobody can deny.
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The Doctrine of Devils is all they teach,
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Wo be to them that come in their reach;
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For Murder and Treason is all that they Preach.
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Which nobody can deny.
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In your Cities both great and fair,
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Where conveniences are to spare,
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There your Jesuits always are.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Magnificent Houses, excellent Wine,
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Their Bread of the whitest, and Linnen so fine,
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With a Cloak to the Ground they always design.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Turkies, Capons, Chickens, and Geese,
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Swans and Peacocks at so much apiece,
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For a Dinner worth Jasons Golden Fleece.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Of Lamb and Veal, the tenderest bits,
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And the choicest of Mutton too by fits;
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These are the Books employ their wits.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Thus in their Houses they keep revel Rout,
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Where all things go in, but nothing goes out;
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So merrily goes the year about.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Wherever they come they search and pry,
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Not a Family passage escapes their Eye,
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And then they report whatever they spy.
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Which nobody can deny.
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As for high Honour and worldly Pomp,
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They turn up always these things Trump,
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And rather than lose, to the Devil will jump.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Whenever a rich Man lies a dying,
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The Jesuits presently they come flying,
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To get what they can by wheadling and lying.
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Which nobody can deny.
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In the Courts of Princes, who but they;
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Among the Clergy they bear great sway,
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And the Devils among the Laity play.
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Which nobody can deny.
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To bloody Revenge they still excite,
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For public hate, and private spite,
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Are chiefly the Lectures they endite.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Princes and Kings they destin to slaughter,
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For which they are sometimes noos'd in a Halter,
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Belov'd as the Devil loves Holy Water.
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Which nobody can deny.
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For to maintain their Earthly pride,
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All fear of Heaven and Hell they deride,
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And in so doing th' are not bely'd.
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Which nobody can deny.
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They would have murder'd our gracious King;
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And was not that a most damnable thing?
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But some are gone to Heaven in a String.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Full many a Monarch they have kill'd,
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And Royal Blood have cruelly spill'd;
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But Providence did our Soveraign shield.
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Which nobody can deny.
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They would have subverted our Government,
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And against the Nation were wickedly bent,
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For which reason they were to Tiburn sent.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Popery they would fain have brought in,
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Which says that King-killing is no Sin;
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But Ketch did hang them up by the Chin.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Now may they all go to the Devil headlong,
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For then they can do us no farther wrong,
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Which is the conclusion of my Song.
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Which nobody can deny.
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