THE
NEW LETANY.
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FRom a senseless Mayor not fit to rule Hogs,
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From such as obey him like Spaniel Doggs.
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From Summers heat, and Winters foggs,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From a City that lyes on his back to be gelt,
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From such as won't stir till famine be felt,
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From the gun, the pike, the sword, and the belt,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From the Anabaptists, and shivering Quakers,
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From such as Rule us like bow-legged Bakers,
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From those that undo us, yet are good Lawmakers,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From being taken in a disguise,
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From Sir George Booth, and his Cheshire lyes,
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From such as brought hither that devil, Excize,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From dissembling Presbiters, and their plots,
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From English forty times worser than Scots,
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From those that for our Estates cast lots,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From such as learnedly tell us of fights,
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And eke of their Valour like Errant Knights,
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But from a Battel will run like sprites,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From such as in Drink rout Men and Horse too,
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From those that can prate, yet nothing dare do,
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From a ranting, swearing, drunken crew,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From the City Militia that stares like Hectors,
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From such as are the State Projectors,
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From Taxes, Red-coats, and Collectors,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From such as wound us with their Tongues,
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From the Anabaptists poysonous Lungs,
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Those Beasts that would cast our Bells into Guns,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From Goldsmithshall Chairman & Commiteee,
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From the luke-warmnesse of a perjured City,
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From Sequestrators that nere knew pity,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From such as value their Trades, not Religion,
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From those that beleive every ignorant Widgion,
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Hate Kings, yet love the Mahometan Pidgeon,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From steelen Heroes that rule us with rods,
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From such as value not Mans Law; or Gods,
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From those that have no more life than logs,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From empty Purses, and Cloathes that are rent,
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From the Publique Faith whose Credit is shent,
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From Olivers fiery Tenement,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From a Country Justice that looks very bigg,
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From a Chancery-suit, and a Common-law jigg,
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From the Earl of Essexs Italian figg,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From dissembling Sects and their gogle Eyes,
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From beleeving of the Printed Lyes,
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From Rogues and from Re-publique Spyes,
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Libera nos Domine.
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From such as can run, yet are counterfeit Creeples,
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From those that threaten to pull down Steeples,
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From such as stand by as dull as Beetles,
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Libera nos Domine.
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