The Poring Doctor, etc.
To another Tune.
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THe Papists, God wot, made a notable Plot
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against the Church and the State,
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Which some, with good reason, call Gunpowder-Treason,
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discover'd ere 'twas too late.
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Those who before had weltred in gore
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of Protestant Martyrs slain,
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Resolv'd with one breath of Hell beneath,
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to blow up all by a Train.
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The Bishops, good men, were in jeopardy then
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the Lords, the Commons, the King;
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Religion and Laws, for the Catholick Cause
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to be made a Burnt Offering.
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Thus swell'd with despight to raise darkness & night
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Heav'n caused the brood to miscarry;
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That day big with Thunder, held forth Mercies [wonder,]
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and therefore kept anniversary.
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You the present Lord Mayor & Brethren repair
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with the several Corporations,
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To Pauls Church to pray, & solemnize the Day
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that so seasonably saved three Nations.
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But good Doctor----- when he came before you
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the Sacred Gospel to read,
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At Judas his name, (O horrible shame!)
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he bowed his Reverend head.
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Some say that his sight (poor man) is not right,
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I wish that it be no worse:
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But others think he to Judas bow'd the knee
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for love he bears to the Purse.
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His Worship made doubt where the battel was fought,
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when Michael did prevail;
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But to me it is clear, for an hundred a year
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he'l bow to the Dragons Tail.
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Twelve Spiritual Promotions, a head full of No-tions,
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with stomach more sharp than a Sythe,
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Some of Bishopsgate there perhaps did appear,
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whose Cloaths were pawn'd for his Tythe.
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These things set before, & some small reasons more,
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his slender wit had overthrown,
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Nor can he tell how, to read, cringe or bow
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by any one's Book but his own.
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What then shall we say, can he preach, can he pray,
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or put to rebuke the Gainsayer,
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Who in reading the Word, discerns not our Lord
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from him that was his betrayer?
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Sure this doting Fool must once more to School
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before his return to the Altar,
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Such another mistake may possibly make
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his neck to deserve a Silk H------
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