A Letany for St. Omers.
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FROM Antichrist both East and West,
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And Cardinals so (madly) drest;
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Who bear a Wooden-Cross for Crest:
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And also from a (Northern) Test.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Saul, of very strange Ambition,
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And Demas, of the like Suspicion:
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From Judas, with his false Contrition,
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And from the Spanish-Inquisition,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Hallifax, with Hull and Hell;
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From Papal Candle, Book and Bell:
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From All who Souls and Bodies sell,
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And those who cannot Powder smell,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Observators that so bite us;
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From Thompson and from Heraclitus:
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Who with their Satyrs so benight us,
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And with their Libels so beshite us,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From that vile Vermin of Aggressors,
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With Persecutors and Oppressors:
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From all Abhorrers and Addressors,
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Who lead the Van of all Transgressors,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Satans Reuben in the West,
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Most truly stiled Europes Pest:
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From him that cannot be at Rest,
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Unless that He be made his Guest,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that do his Slipper Kiss,
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And so his BACKSIDE (sweetly) miss:
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From all will not his Grandeur hiss,
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And then into his Slipper Piss,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From All who write him Holiness,
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And (solely) lay on him the Stress:
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Who should be in a Tyburn-Dress,
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For Burning of our English Bess,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all the Popelins in the Tower,
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Who there Plot Murder every Hour;
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And there may be till Englands Power
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Shall bring on them a Bloody show'r,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every one that falsely Limps;
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From Foreign and Domestick Pimps:
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From all the Fatal Newgate Imps,
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Who go for Whales, yet are but Shrimps,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Popes the Greater and the Lesser,
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And from a Catholick Successor:
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From (vile) Le Chese the French Confessor,
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Who hates a Protestant Professor,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Beelzebub and his Flies,
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From LUD'S-great Rector and his Ties:
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From Fetter Lane and Holbourn Lies,
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And from all Irish Perjuries,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all those who make Gold their Hope,
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And turn all Truth into a Trope:
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Yea, from a Cursing, Cursed Pope,
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And that with him deserve a Rope,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all espousing Canting Notes,
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And from all Cutters of our Throats,
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From leaky, and tremendous Boats,
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And from all Enemies to Oats,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that falsifie their Stitches,
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And from all that which so Bewitches:
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From Women that will wear the Breeches,
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And from all sordid Polish Itches,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Enemies unto the Nation,
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Who long to see its Desolation:
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From all who wish not our Salvation,
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But imprecate their own Damnation,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From All who cannot Sleep with Homers,
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Unless they Sin to serve the Romers:
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From all the beardless Boys at Omers,
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And also from all Bedlam Foamers,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From the Tantivy and the Tory,
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Who may not live till they be Hoary:
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All Truth they turn into a Story,
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And in their Wickedness do Glory,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all the Stiflers of the Plot,
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And from a cursed Pimping Scot:
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With every Foreign filthy Sot,
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Who meriteth St. Tyburns Knot,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From All that like to Rowers be,
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Who one way Row, another See:
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Like Those once at the Isle of Ree,
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And from a Gospel-Index Flee,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Frenchified Flouts and Flams;
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From Romish Tygers and their Dams:
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From vile Projectors of the Shams,
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Wo act like Wolves, but not like Lambs,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Godfrey that Himself did kill,
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A Popish Malice to fulfil;
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And then went to GREEN BURY-HILL,
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To pierce his Heart, but no Blood spill,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Bloody Cain who Abel slew,
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And little reason for it knew:
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Yea from an Arnoldizing Crew,
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Who would in Blood their Hands imbrue,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Those that like the Spider spin,
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And also think they have no Sin:
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From Chastity in Orange-GWYN,
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And bloody Bonners of Squire THYN,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all upon a Papal-Bench,
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With all the Masquerading-French:
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And also from that Foreign WENCH,
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Who leaves behind her such a Stench,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Jesuits with Monks and Friars,
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Long unto Europe pricking Briars;
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Who always are such cruel Tryers,
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And of MANKIND the greatest Liars,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all the Fury of the Stags,
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And from a Fire that's made of Flags:
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From Them who give to Children Bags,
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And after go Themselves in Rags,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every flagitious Ish,
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That Ruine unto others wish,
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And cannot sit down with one Dish,
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Nor yet distinguish Flesh from Fish,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From All that dread a Parliament,
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Lest They be called to repent,
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And then be unto Newgate sent,
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There (Romishly) to keep a Lent,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Bedlam and from Billingsgate;
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From Almanacks now out of date:
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From Irish-Evidence so late,
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And also from a Newgate-Grate,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From PENTIONERS those spurious Elves,
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Who Others sell to keep Themselves;
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In danger are of Rocks and Shelves,
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And may be brought before their Twelves,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From that Prodigious Sweedish Count,
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Who did escape a Pall-Mall-Mount,
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And turn his Guinneys to Account,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every May-Pole-house of Slaughter,
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And that Just-Ass (a Man of Laughter:)
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That none like Him may be hereafter,
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To be a PIMP unto his DAUGHTER,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From everyone within the Land,
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With Jacobs Voice and Esaus Hand;
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Who unto Others gives Command,
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But doth Himself not understand,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every daring dreading Switzer,
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Not drinking in a Pint, but Pitcher:
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From GADBURY a Lousy Stitcher,
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But now of Nabals the Bewitcher,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Foreign and Domestick Paws,
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With Trucklers unto Romish Laws:
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From all Magpies, Rooks and Jack-Daws,
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That spend much time to gather Straws,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From All who Vices viley link,
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That one thing speak, another think:
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These stand upon a fatal Brink,
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And Healths to Pope and Devil drink,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every Romish Pain and Pang,
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With All that from the Devil sprang:
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From Madam POWIS, and her Gang,
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Who Plot till They at Tyburn Hang.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that Light for Darkness put;
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From Gammar Gibson and her Glut:
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From CELLIERS that Midwife-Slut,
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Whom Dangerfield doth so besquirt,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From ALL who Live Epitomized,
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And ALL that Die Hyperbolized;
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Who were (with) TREASON stigmatized,
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And are (for) TREASON Canonized,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From ALL that put into the Boot,
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Unto the loss of Leg and Foot:
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Who at NON-CONS their Arrows shoot,
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And grow (like Toad-stools) without Root,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every Cursing, Swearing Carter,
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And from ROGER, that old Crack-farter:
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From All would Burn the City-Charter,
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And unto Whigs would give no Quarter,
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Bloody PAPISTS without Pity,
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Who were the Burners of the City:
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From All who think Themselves too witty,
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And will not Buy this (harmless) Ditty,
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Libera nos, etc.
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