A Hall, a Hall; let's dance, our task is done;
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Thanks unto Lowdon, and to Hinderson:
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Our bounds we will inlarge, our names advance,
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While that the English to our bagpipe dance:
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A Jig, a Jig, Edwards that Boanerges,
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Is come, accompanied with Doctor B------:
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Old G------ halts hither too, and Cal------,
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To trie the case of the Presbyterie.
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Delicious Swads, that by the Rubrick prate,
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The Alphas and Omegas of the State:
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Most holy Caterwaulers, that can prie
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Into mens acts, by wits Stenographie.
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Olimpick gewgawes, fram'd of pitch and tarre,
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Whose sayings still are found orbicular.
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New-model'd Elders; whose braines are as drie
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As blasted trees, or sand on mountaines high.
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Blow thy wind Instrument, about, about,
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This musick has inchanted, out of doubt,
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The English Senate, that on so small ground
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They gave to us two hundred thousand pound.
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The while their Soveraigne doth drenched lie,
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The essence of true griefs hydrographie.
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Here comes too some o'th Army, whose intent
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Is alike good to King and Parliament.
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Why then dance ye together in a ring?
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You hate the Parliament, and they the King.
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And now we may prepare, unto our paine,
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Scilla and Marius dayes to see againe.
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Let Samson turn these Foxes taile to taile,
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They need no fire-brands for to assaile;
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Their tongues are fir'd by hell, their hands do fall
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More ponderous then Talus iron maull.
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Their hopes and fears can't rest, untill the Fates
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Do thrust them down to Proserpines black gates.
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But when these Herods shew their cruelty,
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The guiltlesse children every one must die:
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But prudence through dark windings some may lead
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Safely with Ariadnes clew of thred.
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If all were like to them, where should there be
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Saints for the heaven, for earth posterity?
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Great Xerxes then might justly shed his teares,
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And say, that all will die within few yeares.
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The Daunian Wolves, Spartan Molossian Dogs,
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The Marsian Boares, Arcadian Boares and Hogs;
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Th'African may 'mongst us his monsters find,
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His painted birds, and fowles of strangest kind.
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But while yourselves you wearie, have a care
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Of those that of you both so hated are.
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