WIthin this House is to be seen
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Such a Monster as hath not been
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At any time in England, nay
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In Europe, Affrick, Asia:
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'Tis a round body without a head
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Almost these three yeares, yet not dead.
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'Tis like that beast I once did see
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Whose tail stood where the head should be:
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And (which was never knowne before)
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Though't want a head, it has horns good store
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It has very little hair, and yet
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(You'l say) it has far more hair then wit:
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'Thas may eyes, and many ears,
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'Tis full of jealosies and fears;
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'Thas many mouthes, and many hands,
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'Tis full of questions and commands;
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'Tis arm'd with muskets, pikes, it fears
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Nought in the world, but Cavaliers.
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'Twas born in England, but begot
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Betwixt the English and the Scot;
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Though some are of opinion rather
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That the Divell was its father;
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And the City (which is worse)
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Was its mother, and its nurse.
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Some say (though perhaps in scorne)
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That it was a Cretian borne;
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But not unlike, for it has the fashion
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Just as may be of that Nation;
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For tis a liar, none o'th least,
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A slow belly, an evill beast;
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Of what Religion none can tell,
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It much resembles that in hell:
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Some say it is a Jew disguis'd,
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And why? because tis circumcis'd;
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For'twas deprived long ago
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Of many a Member we all know.
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In some points is a Jesuited Priest,
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In some it is a Calvinist;
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For tis not justifi'd (it saith)
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By good works, but Publick Faith.
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Some cal't an Anabaptist, some
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Thinke now that Antichrist is come.
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'Tis a creature of an uncouth kinde
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Both for its body and its minde;
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Make haste to see't, or 'twill be gon,
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For now tis sick, and drawing on.
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