A
LETANY
FOR
S. OMERS,
PART II,
From the same Hand, and to the same Tune.
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FRom all that like the Triple Crown,
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And worship Maries silken Gown:
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From ev'ry Corydon and Clown,
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Who now are (in) or (out) of Town.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all the Rascally Besetters,
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And all that like to go in Fetters:
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From all the FATE of Colemans Letters,
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For which he was before his Betters.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all who chuse to lye in Straw,
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And all against that Sweedish-Law,
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Which keeps the JESUITS so in Awe,
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That there they dare not set a Paw.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Enemies to Grace and Glory,
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And from a profligated TORY:
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So charmed with Romance and Story,
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Not paying Homage to the Hoary.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From him that putteth Bad for Good,
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But plainly (now) is understood:
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Who waiteth for a Romish HOOD,
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And longs to go in Shoes of WOOD.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all the Vile Knights of the Post,
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That of their Villany do boast:
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From all that Protestants do roast,
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And also from an IRISH-HOST.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that live to Drink and Dance,
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Who Providence turn into Chance:
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From all Compliers (now) with France,
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And from all Enemies to PRANCE.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that worship Wafer-Gods,
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And (vilely) Nations set at Odds:
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Who are (at best) but earthen Clods,
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And merit more than Bridewel-Rods.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that plow with Ox, and Ass,
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And from a Frenchified Lass:
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From all Adorers of the Mass,
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Who bow to Wood, and Stone, and Brass.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From charmed ones with Guiney-Pigs,
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And all that bowl without their Trigs:
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From all who like the Spanish Figs,
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And TORIES who abhor the WHIGS.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every Monopolizer,
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And also from a Temporizer:
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From every fat Gormandizer,
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And from a sordid Stigmatizer.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that set a COMPASS wide,
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Yet (only) study Wind and Tide:
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From all that play and cheat at Hide,
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And from a Frenchified Bride.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Him who is so full of Ire,
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As if he had some savage Sire:
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Who could piss out the City Fire,
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So much as (then) He did desire.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all who daily lay a Snare
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For Innocents, but Nocents spare:
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Who in their handy-work may share,
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And not appear a Match for CARE.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every insipid Jack,
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That Brains as well as Bags doth lack:
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From Newgate-Midwife, and her BLACK,
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Who plot for Protestants a RACK.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Millers chiefly wishing Grist,
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And Smiters with a wicked Fist:
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From all that PAPISTS (slily) list,
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And also from a Scotish-Mist.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that's lately falsely made,
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And may to others be a SHADE:
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From all who drive the Devils Trade,
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And dare not call a Spade a SPADE.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From him that likes not Trout, or Tench,
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And from the tyrannizing French:
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From sending of another WENCH
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To be indulged Bed and Bench.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all the TORIES at S. Ives,
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And also from all Romish Knives:
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From (ruled) Husbands (ruling) Wives,
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And from all such domestick Lives.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all infernal Newgate-Art,
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That's now in value like a FAR
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Who may in time experience Smart,
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And ride to Tyburn in a CART.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all who deepest Oaths do think
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The greatest RHETORICK, and wink:
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From all that like to Lead may sink,
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Yet Healths to D. and Devil drink.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every suborned PAIN,
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Who thirsteth for to slay the SLAIN:
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From all would go to Hell for Gain,
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And introduce a Foreign Train.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From FAUXES and their Lanthorns dark,
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From Tyburn-Langhorn's quondam Clark,
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Who roars, but sings not like a Lark,
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And meriteth his Masters Mark.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From PLUTO and from Popish NAT,
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Who eats in Lent no Lean nor Fat:
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From Sacramental-Roger's Cat,
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And also from a Crape CU-RAT.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From ev'ry perjured Elector,
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And ev'ry Protestant Dissector
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From evr'y daring, damming Hector,
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And also from a shitten RECTOR.
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Libera nos, etc.
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Ah! but there's yet another Tool,
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Who is (at once) both Knave and Fool:
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Let him go to S. OMERS School,
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If that he cannot go to Stool.
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Alas! he is a broken Reed,
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Yet longeth Others for to bleed:
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But give me leave now to proceed,
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And cast away this stinking Weed.
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From that L'STRANGE, that's a strange Lee,
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Who stingeth worse than any Bee:
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This Norfolk Dumplin once did flee,
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From Englands POWER to get free:
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When this arise, I clearly see,
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Unto S. OMERS goeth HE,
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In Rimmons house to bow his Knee,
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For libelling to that Degree:
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But this would be a Grief to Me,
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Who should go rather for his Fee
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To NEWGATE; thence to TYBUKN-TREE.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From him that is the Devils Guest,
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Yet by a (ghostly) Father Blest:
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From Wakeman, Gascoin, and the rest,
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Who long have been the Nations PEST.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From him that understands not Reason,
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But like a NABAL calls it Treason;
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And from a Dish that's out of Season.
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From him who knows not Sea from Channel,
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But leaves a Saddle for a Pannel,
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And would have all interr'd in Flannel.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that break upon the Wheel,
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(When they themselves no Torture feel:)
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From all that whip with Rods of STEEL,
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And with a ROMAN-CUP do reel.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that limp, yet are not lame,
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And (solely) lay on others Blame:
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From every confessing DAME,
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And Others whom I dare not name.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From Him who makes a Galley-slave,
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And every out-landish Knave,
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That nothing more desires to have,
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Than live to dig anothers GRAVE.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From bloody Butchers, and dough Bakers,
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With all that are Foundation-shakers:
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From all S. OMERS Undertakers,
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And also from all Smithfield-Stakers.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From every informing Saul,
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That unto SATAN gives the Wall:
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To bring Dissenters into Thrall,
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Though into Hell himself doth fall.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From ev'ry Dog that will not fetch,
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And from a sanguinary KETCH,
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Who is so merciless a Wretch,
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When he at Tyburn Persons stretch.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From him who sees no Wood for Trees,
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And yet is busie as the Bees:
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From him that's setled on his Lees,
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And speaketh not without his Fees.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that cause domestick strife;
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A smoaking Chimney, stabbing Knife;
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A tired Horse, and scolding WIFE,
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That Death is wished and not Life.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From ev'ry (Military) Feast,
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Where ENOSH drinketh like a Beast,
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And where the Greatest is not Least.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all the Enemies to KNOX,
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And also from Pandora's BOX:
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From Adders unto Plebis VOX,
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And from the Frenchified POX.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all that imitate Jane Shore,
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An (infamous) though (Royal) WHORE,
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And died in a Ditch therefore.
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Libera nos, etc.
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From all Compliers with the Time,
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Who judge not Sin to be a Crime:
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From all who boast themselves sublime,
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And will not buy this NON-CON-RIME.
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Libera nos, etc.
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