VANITY OF VANITIES
OR
SIR HARRY VANE'S
PICTURE.
To the Tune of the JEWS Corant.
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HAve you not seen a Barthol'mew Baby
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A Pageant of policy as fine as may be,
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That's gone to be Shown at the Mannor of Raby,
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Which nobody can deny.
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There was never such a prostitute Sight,
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That e're profan'd this purer Light,
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A Hocus Pocus jugling Knight,
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Which nobody can deny.
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He was taken for a Delphick Tripus,
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Another doubt-solving Oedipus,
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But the Parliament made him a very Quibus,
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Which nobody, etc.
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His cunning State tricks and Oracles,
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His lying wonders and Miracles,
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Are turned into Parliament Shackles,
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Which nobody, etc.
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Goodly great Sir Onesimus VANE,
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The Annointed King of Saints not Reign?
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I see all Godlinesse is not Gain,
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Which nobody, etc.
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John a Leyden that Munsters Jing,
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Was a Fool and an Asse to this pretty Thing,
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But the Parliament hated the name of a King,
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Which nobody, etc.
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This holy Saint hath pray'd till he wept,
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Prophesied and Divin'd while he slept,
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But fell in a T--- when aside he stept,
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Which nobody, etc.
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He sate late in the House so discontent,
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With his Arms folded and his Brows bent,
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Like Achitophel to the Parliament,
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Which nobody, etc.
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He durst not speak of a Concubine,
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Nor gave more Councel to any Design,
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But was musing on a Hempen Line,
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Which nobody, etc.
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He see Mr. Prin take a great deal of Pain,
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To get in with the rest as Members Again,
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But they were Voted as use-lesse as VANE,
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Which nobody, etc.
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They gave him a Conge with such a Vote;
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'Twas thought they had learned it by Rote,
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Ever since he went down to Graves end by Bote,
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Which nobody, etc.
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For all his Ceremonious Cringing,
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He shall undergo a notable Swindging,
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There is now no more need of his Engine,
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Which nobody, etc.
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When first the English War began,
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His Father was a Court Trepan,
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And 'rose to be a Parliament Man,
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Which nobody, etc.
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So from the Father came unto the Son,
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Whom Wo and Mis'ry now do wait upon,
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For Counselling Protector John,
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Which nobody, etc.
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A Gemini they were, Pollux and Castor,
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One was a Teacher the other a Pastor,
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And both like R--- betrayed their Master,
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Which nobody, etc.
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The Devil ne're see such two Sir Harrys,
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Such a pest'lent pair nor neer nor far is,
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No not at the Jesuits Sorbon of Paris,
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Which nobody, etc.
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They talk't of his having a Cardinalls Hat,
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They'd send him as soon an Old Nuns Twat,
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For turning in pan there was ne're such a Cat,
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Which nobody, etc.
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His dainty project of a Select Senate,
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Is Damned for a blasphemous Tenet,
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T'was found in the budget ('tis said) of Monk Bennet,
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Which nobody, etc.
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Of this State and Kingdoms he is the Bane,
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He shall have the reward of Judas and Cain,
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And 'twas he that overthrew Charls his Wain,
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Which nobody, etc.
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Should he sit where he did with his Mischievous brain,
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Or if any his Councels behind do remain,
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The house may be called the Labour in Vain,
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Which nobody can deny.
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