The Advice.
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WOuld you be Famous and Renown'd in Story,
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And after having run a Stage of Glory,
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Go streight to Heaven, and not to Purgatory:
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This is the time.
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Would you surrender your Dispensing Power,
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And send the Western Hangman to the Tower,
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From whence he'll find it difficult to scowre:
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This, etc.
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Would you send Father Pen, and Father Lob,
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Assisted by the Poet Laureat Squab,
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To teach Obedience Passive to the Mobb:
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This, etc.
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Would you let Reverend Father Peters know
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What Thanks the Church of England to him owe
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For Favours past, he did on them bestow:
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This, etc.
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Would you with expedition send away
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Those four dim Lights made Bishops t'other day,
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To Convert Indians in America:
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This, etc.
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Would you the rest of that Bald-pated Train
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No longer flatter with thin hopes of Gain,
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But send them to St. Omers back again:
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This, etc.
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Would you (instead of holding Birchen Tool)
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Send Pulton to be lash'd at Busbys School,
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That he in Print no longer play the Fool:
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This, etc.
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Would you that Jack of all Religions scare,
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Bid him for Hanging speedily prepare,
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That Harry H---s may visit Harry Care;
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This, etc.
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Would you let Ireland no more fear Macdonnel,
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And all the Rabble under Philem O Neale,
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And Clarendon again succeed Tyrconnel;
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This, etc.
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Would you Court Ear-wiggs banish from your Ears,
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Those Carpet Knights, and Interested Peers,
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And rid the Kingdoms from impending fears;
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This, etc.
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Would you at once make all the Hogan Mogans yield,
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And be at once their Terrour and our Shield,
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And not appear by Proxy in the Field;
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This, etc.
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Would you no more a Womans Counsel take,
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But love your Kingdoms for your Kingdoms sake,
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Make Subjects love, and Enemies to quake;
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This, etc.
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