VOX CLERO,
Lil-ly bur-le-ro,
OR,
The Second Part
OF A
Merry New Ballad.
To be sung in the Jerusalem-Chamber, the 24th of this Instant January.
To the Tune of Youth, Youth, thou hadst, etc.
|
(1)
|
CAnonical Black-Coats, like Birds of a Feather,
|
In Town and from Country are flocking together;
|
As if our Religion was never intended,
|
But for want of a better, to be still amended.
|
Commissioners all
|
Ecclesiastical,
|
To make a new Creed, meet at Westminster Hall.
|
Yet Tories had rather see Protestants burn,
|
Than that their old Liturgy should not serve the turn.
|
(2)
|
There's no Catholick Note that more does belong
|
To a Fallible Church than to be in the wrong.
|
And if the deceived may also deceive,
|
Then in what a Condition are those that Believe.
|
In Divinity Schools
|
Are forg'd many Tools,
|
Whereby Knaves get their Living by working on Fools.
|
Yet Tories had rather ------
|
(3)
|
Whole Troops of Crape Gowns, with their Captains in Lawn,
|
In the Pail of the Church together were drawn.
|
A Learned good Doctor did fairly propose,
|
To let in our Friends, and shut out our Foes,
|
But Rochester stood by,
|
And refus'd to comply,
|
For he scorn'd all Commissions, unless they were high.
|
[A]nd rather the Tories would see the Inquisition,
|
[T]han part with one tittle of vain Repetition.
|
(4)
|
[Th]is Maggot o' th' Mass, the Prayers, ye call common,
|
[Co]nceiv'd by a Boy, brought forth by a Woman,
|
[W]ho to cure all the Sores in the Souls of the Nation
|
[H]ave publish'd this Noble Receipt for Salvation:
|
Cut in parcels it is,
|
Lest the Parson should miss,
|
Who prays all by Spurt, as his Tith-Pigs do piss;
|
Yet Tories had rather ------
|
(5)
|
To shew that our Soul not likely to starve is,
|
Here's both the first Course, and the second Service;
|
[']Tis serv'd up to relish your Ale and your Toast well,
|
With a Cut of the 'Pistle, and a Slice of the Gospel.
|
Then the Curate so pert,
|
Brings in the Desart.
|
[Lo]rd, how Robin Spencer rejoyces at heart!
|
[W]hen Man, with the Lady of Babylons Rag on,
|
[Sta]nds by the dark Candle, and the empty Flaggon.
|
(6)
|
Stand firm to your Sins, and have a great care
|
That you mend not your Lives, lest ye spoil all the Prayer.
|
Ye must never press forward, round, round, ye must reel,
|
And Sin, and Repent, like a Dog in a Wheel.
|
Be still the same Men
|
In the Morning at Ten,
|
In the Evening, at Three, have it again.
|
But who would have thought that old Cranmer and Ridley
|
Shou'd confess all the Sins of Sheppard and Sedley.
|
(7)
|
The Kit-Wrens of our Creed, those Spiritual Surveyors,
|
First found that our Matrimony wanted repairs.
|
Grave Tenison thought things obscenely exprest,
|
And fain wou'd have left out the Cream of the Jest.
|
But 'twould not be decreed
|
To leave out the Creed,
|
For 'twould dry-bob our Marriage, and marr all the breed.
|
So Tories had better see ------
|
(8)
|
When our Sacraments old Hocus pocus is done,
|
One would think it is Bread, or else it is none;
|
Tho' our Senses say Bread, as to God we must bow,
|
Or the Church has ta'ne care all our Cake shall be Dough.
|
Shou'd they mistery boast,
|
And wou'd call it the Host,
|
In a cup of Canary 'twould serve for a Toast.
|
Yet Tories had rather -----
|
(9)
|
From a Brother o'th' Mug, grown a Peer with a Mitre.
|
They promise our Souls than their Lawn should be whiter,
|
Till with Passive Obedience the Nation enslav'd;
|
One had better be damn'd than so to be sav'd.
|
Old Noll had a Trick
|
To keep Souls from old Nick,
|
Without either Bishop, or a Bishoprick.
|
But Presbyter Puppies needs the King wou'd restore,
|
And by putting him in, put 'emselves out o' door.
|
(10)
|
With the Tail of an Horse, when such gambols were plaid,
|
What might we expect from the jolly Nag's Head?
|
On their Jure Divino, whip, they mount in the Air,
|
And run their Tantivy, the Devil knows whether.
|
Then begin they to sing,
|
No Bishop, no King,
|
Till together, old Nick has 'um all in a string,
|
And still ye might beat the Lawn Sleeves in a Mortar,
|
Yet not find so much Brain as in Olivers Porter.
|
|
|
|
|
|