A New BALLAD,
To the Tune of, Good People give ear, while a Story I tell,
Of Twenty black Tradesmen were brought up in Hell, etc.
Or, Packington's Pound.
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TO our once Loyal Town, is lately come down,
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Such an Hodge-podge of Benchers, as never wore Gown:
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Saints, fit for the Legend of Romes Pseudo-Martyrs,
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Who have Pawn'd th' Old Religion, to Purchase New Charters;
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To promote Publick Faith, they are zealously bent,
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And Bugger Geneva, to Fructifie Trent.
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When Satan was squeamish, and long'd for a Dainty,
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The Pope Fricasseed him this new Four-and-twenty.
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(2)
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The first a State-Jocky, bred up of a Groom,
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'Twixt a Colchester-Mare, and a Stallion of Rome:
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He Cants when at Hollet's, on Hopkins his Metre,
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And drops Pater-Nosters with Lowick and Petre:
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Thus he Banters Non-Cons with Prophane Masquerade,
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And Quacks on the Gospel to force a lost Trade.
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When Satan was squeamish, etc.
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(3)
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The next Cacafugo, once a Captain of Peace,
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At the sight of cold Iron he melts in his grease;
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Yet he looks Indignation, and huffs like an Hector;
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He Whores like an Abbot, and Drinks like a Rector.
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The third Nicodemus, a Seeker by Night;
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The fourth Father Whitebread, who Halts for new Light.
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When Satan was squeamish, etc.
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(4)
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The fifth and the sixth, two precise Renegades;
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The one Jack of Diamonds, and the other of Spades:
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For Orphans and Widows, they beautifie Cloysters,
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And swallow their Houses, as a Barnacle Oysters;
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But no Dish so fit, when his Holiness treats,
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As an *Oleopodrido of Zealots and Cheats.
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When Satan was squeamish, etc.
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A great
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[It]alian
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[d]ish.
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(5)
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Next formal Sir Foplin, who often has slunk,
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With a Tester at Roses to Purchase a Punk;
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But if Porter or Carman be possest of his Doxie,
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He adopts his kind Hostess her Spiritual Proxie.
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Thus a Puritan Lecher (though with a lewd Slut)
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May solace the Spirit, while the Flesh goes to Rut.
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When Satan was squeamish, etc.
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(6)
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Lo here *Gog and Magog at once represent
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The Prophane Carnaval, and Idolatrous Lent;
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Both Teckelites true, as were Titus and Eustace;
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The Guts of good Manners, and Garbage of Justice:
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But nothing more proper to vacuate Laws,
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Than the Mouth of Rebellion, and Rump of the Cause.
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When Satan was squeamish, etc.
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T. Oats and
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Comins in
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the Plot.
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(7)
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Advance Ruffling Dick to supply the next place,
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Who on a bad Matter oft shams a worse Face:
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When the Algerine Caper has boarded his Frigat,
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He can fawn like a Floater, and cringe like a Bigot.
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Well the Good-natur'd Wittal may wink at his Fate,
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Since he that Cornutes him has Bugger'd the State.
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When Satan was squeamish, etc.
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(8)
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Wee'll refer young Tertullus t' a Bill of Review,
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Lest he shou'd Repeal what he never yet knew:
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His Worship wee'll leave to his new Breviaries,
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'Till One Misereres worth Ten Avemaries;
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For a Janus-like Convert, who in Faith interlopes,
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Like a Cordelier-Fryar, must be fav'd by his Ropes.
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[When Satan was squeamish, and long'd for a Dainty,
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The Pope Fricasseed him this new Four-and-twenty.]
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