MAY Blood of Innocents no more Disgrace
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The Stuarts Name, nor fly in CHARLESs Face;
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Let Tyrants wear those Stains whose due they are,
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Whilst High Born KINGS the Rod of Justice bear.
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May proud Rebellious Faction tumble down,
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And haughty Freedom truckle to the Crown.
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May stubborn Peers, Pimps to a Common-weal,
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(Maugre all Ignoramus Juries,) feel
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The Keen-edg'd Ax: May S---e and P------n,
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And C------h take the Law of Abbington;
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May B------l, and such Citt Sh'riffs understand
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The jerk of their own Hireling Ketchs Hand.
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May W------d Rewarded be by Them he serves,
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On the Triangle Tree, as He deserves;
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May Moore ne're cease to stand up for the Crown
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'Gainst the Presumptuous Rabble of the Town.
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May Ignoramus never more Present
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Itself in Court until a Parliament
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Decide the Cause, how Treason justify'd
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May be by Ignoramus, thus deny'd.
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May Knaves be Banish'd from your Sacred Court,
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And thither none but Honest Men resort.
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May subtile Two-fac'd Lawyers Chat no more,
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Whether Succession be of Right, or Power:
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May YORK Return Your Senators to Face,
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And justifie his High born Princely Race.
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May Godfreys Murderers appear on Stage,
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To Pin the Scene of this Tumultuous Age:
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May Hill and Green ne're cease in Heav'n to Pray,
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Till We behold that happy welcom Day.
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May all that wish for Change of Government,
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To pull down KING, to set up Parliament,
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Like Noll and Bradshaw, Scot and Peters, be
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Rewarded for their Wicked Policy.
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May pure Rogue, Three Names, end his Aged days
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In Hempen String, to his Eternal Praise;
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And Hang by Quarters o're the City Gates,
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With Head on Tower, for his Noble Feats;
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Whilst his own Zealous Bigots, passing by,
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Behold their Demi-god extoll'd to th'Sky.
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May the Great Name of STUART now become,
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Mirrour and Terrour to all Christendom:
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Under the Name of CHARLES, may Charlemaine
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Be couch'd for Power, for Virtue, Charlebone.
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