The second Part, To the same Tune.
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LIke the Egyptian Locus
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thou and all the rest,
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Which did so much provoke us,
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The North wind now doth scatter,
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But tis no matter
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I hope twill spoyle your nest:
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So that I thinke that cursed Generation,
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Of Vipers which so much did vexe our Nation
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Shall never meete againe to wrong us in such fashion
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Oh thou Projector whither wilt thou stray.
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Didst thou the hangman cozen,
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he'd rather meete with thee
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Than sometimes halfe a dozen
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Which at monethly Sessions
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Makes their confessions,
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though they condemned be.
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And now I thinke there's many Ballet Singers,
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With thirsty throates for thy returning lingers,
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They'd laugh to see thy name in Print betwixt their fingers
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Oh thou Projector etc.
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Had'st thou the wings of a Swallow,
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To fly so swift,
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No other Birds could follow:
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That the pretty Jennit
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Lesse than a Lenit,
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to flye had not the shift:
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Else surely she would never stay behinde thee,
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But take her flight, and use the meanes to finde thee,
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And Ide be glad to know what fortune hath asign'd thee
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O thou Projector etc.
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If thou be still bent to travell,
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then learne to play
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The Mountebanke and cavill,
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With each man of fashion
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In what Nation
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thou art dispos'd to stay.
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Then see that neither honest man nor cheater
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In juggling trickes doe shew themselves compleater
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Twill make them thinke they art and skill to be the greater.
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O thou Projector etc.
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Thou exceed'st Hocus Pocus
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at presto be gone,
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As late when thou forsooke us
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Thou didst it so trimly,
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And so nimbly
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as twas perceiv'd by none.
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Though Hocus be at sleight of hand so cunning
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Thou sleight of foote performed by thy running
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But sure thou thoughts it time some dangers to be shunning.
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Oh thou Projector, etc.
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Thus to conclude my ditty,
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if thou thyselfe doe save
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The greater is the pitty,
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That so great Oppressor
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Should have lesser
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than he deserves to have.
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But now perforce I see we must forsake thee
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Thou art got to farre, for me too overtake thee,
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Yet whilst I stay behinde, Ile cry a halter shake thee.
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O thou Projector whither wilt thou stray,
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