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OR,
A brief Relation of an Atheisticall creature, living at Lambert, which is of a
strange opinion that his sins are too big for him to goe to Heaven, and too
little for him to goe to hell, he thinks he shall dye a Pharisie: Further
he desired to have a Commission to burne every new marryed
couple in the Buttock, but paying him forty shillings
they should escape unburned.
To the tune of, Jesper Cunningame, or brave Lord Willoby.
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GOod Christians all give eare awhile,
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and mark what I relate,
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There lives a Man in Lambert Town,
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govern'd by lucklesse fate:
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An Athist he in Judgement is,
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not fearing Heaven nor Hell,
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But in presumption every day,
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God he doth rebell.
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He thus unto his Neighbours spake,
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my sins quoth he are great,
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That I myself shall not attaine,
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to sit i'th Heavenly seate:
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Nor shall my soule goe down to Hell,
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(sin doth not multiply)
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In heart I doe believe that I
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a Pharisie shall dye.
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This as a jeere he thus did say,
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blaspheming of our God,
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But such that will not him obey,
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shall surely feel his Rod:
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Like the Foole he saith there is no God,
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but Men like Dogs must dye,
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And have no other just reward,
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of bliss or Misery,
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But yet this Viper he is given
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to covet after Gold,
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Though neither he fears Hell nor Heaven
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as this for truth is told:
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A Commission he did seek to have,
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a Villanous act to doe,
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Then list a while you standers by,
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and Ile declar't to you;
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Quoth he, if I a grant might have,
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and a commanding power,
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Each marryed Couple I would brand,
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to make their pleasure sower:
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But if full forty shillings they,
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to me would freely give,
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They should injoy their Loves in peace,
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in Unity to live.
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But those which did this same deny,
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should feele my cruell ire
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With irons hot I would them burn,
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hoat with the flaming fire:
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With which, impression deep Ide make,
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and were'em by my side,
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The first that I in hand did take,
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should be a young-mans Bride.
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Inhumane like fhus would he deale
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with those new marryed,
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His tyrant hand they sure should feele,
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so soon as they were wed,
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O what a Tyger would he prove,
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if he in Office were,
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The like before in all my life,
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I never yet did here.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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HIs savage mind doth thirst for blood,
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he's of the swinish breed,
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And on the churlish Caniball,
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on mens flesh he would feed:
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And likewise the poore Female sex
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he'd punish with a brand,
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Thus all young folks he would peplex,
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unlesse they'd bribe his hand.
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This great confusion in the Land,
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about Religion sure,
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Doe bring Mens hearts to hainous sins,
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for all they'r counted pure:
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They climbe so ho high above their reach,
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it is the Brothers fricks,
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Then from the top they down doe fall
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head-long and breake their Necks.
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So by that meanes there epicures,
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and Atheists they doe rise,
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And Pharisees with their wild Sects,
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Gods glory to despise,
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The Antinomians lead the way,
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for to commit all evill,
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Saying to sin it's for their good,
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though it lead them to the Divell,
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When they in these wild wayes are fixt,
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like Judas some dispaire,
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And presently goe hang themselves,
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in conscience troubled are:
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[S]ome dround themselvs, some stob them-selvs,
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and some their throats doe cut,
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When Men run headlong in their wayes,
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[?]hose God from him doth shut.
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Good Christians be not thus sedus'd,
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by Wolves cloath'd in Sheep-skins,
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For with your eyes you plainly see,
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God plagues us for our sins.
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If there be neither Heaven nor Hell,
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how comes it then to passe,
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In Winter time the Snow appears,
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in Summer-time the Grasse:
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The Sun the Moon, the Stars give light,
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as God hath so decreed,
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But he that saith there is no God,
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is sure a fool indeed,
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Let none delude you from the truth,
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but faithfully believe,
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That God is just in all his wayes,
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so mayst thou Heaven receive,
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These vild Sectarians doe annoy,
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and fill the land with sin,
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They'r sevenfold nearer the sons of Hell,
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then when they did begin:
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Believe not them, believe Gods Word,
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so shalt thou live in peace,
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And let true-hearted Christians pray,
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that Englands wars may sease.
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Lord blesse thy Ministers which teach
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thy word in every Church,
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And breake in too the Sectaryes,
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that would thy people lurch:
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Heaven prosper us that we may live,
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so as with you to dwell,
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For goodly men shall goe to Heaven,
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and wicked ones to hell.
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