A New-years Guift to the TEMPLERS,
On that Eminent Lawyer
Sir Edmond Saunders,
His being Chosen Lord Chief-Justice of England.
When Ploting Knaves from Justice fly away,
Then Loyal Templers shall come into Play;
When Rogues, and Traytors, dare not shew their Face,
Then Honest men again shall come in place.
To the Tune of, Joy to the Bridegroom.
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OLd Tonys fled, from Justice gone,
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And all his shamming Plots are done;
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The Plague is ceas'd and gone away,
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Then let us make a Holy-day.
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And to great Charles our Gracious King
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In joyful consorts let us sing.
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To Amsterdam the Traytor's fled,
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To save his false designing head;
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Thither the holy Brethren croud,
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A Murrin scatter all the Brood.
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That to great Charles our Gracious King
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In joyful consorts We may sing.
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At Hague they keep their Randezvou,
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Like Crows this Carrion they pursue,
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Waller and Willmore, all the crew,
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With Starkey, Smith, the chase pursue.
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Whilst to great Charles our Gracious King,
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We in a joyful consort sing.
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But now the Wolf is gone astray,
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The harmless Sheep may sport and play;
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When Traytors dare not shew their face,
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Then honest men shall come in place.
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Who to great Charles our Gracious King
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Will in a joyful consort sing.
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While Tony with his Plots are fled,
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And never more to shew their head;
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Renowned Saunders to their grief,
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Is made of England Justice Chief.
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That Lawyers may rejoyce and sing
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In joyful consorts to their King.
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To Temple this, and Templers Fame,
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Shall purchase an Immortal name;
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That Soveraign Justice Right and Law,
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Shou'd from those Christal Fountains flow,
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Let Templers then rejoyce and sing
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In joyful consorts to their King.
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Brave Saunders Lord Chief Justice nam'd,
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For Law and Justice so much Fam'd:
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To th' Subjects his due Rights will give,
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To th' King his just Prerogative.
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Then to great Charles our Gracious King
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In joyful consorts let us sing.
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No more shall Shreives Whig-Juries blind,
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And Loyalists shall Justice find;
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Nor Ignoramus Law prevail,
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A curse oth'Nation to entail.
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But to great Charles our Gracious King
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All shall in joyful consorts sing.
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With me let all the Land rejoyce,
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That he has made this happy choice:
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That Justice through the Land may flow,
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And all find Justice with their Law.
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While to great Charles our Gracious King
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We may in a joyful consort sing.
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Long live great Charles, and Royal James,
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Of future Age the happy Thames;
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To sit upon the British Throne,
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When Tony and his Tribe are gone.
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Then to great Charles our Gracious King
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In joyful consorts let us sing.
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