Weel then poore CHARLES send into France
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With his wife to abide,
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He absent, betwixt me and you
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The Kingdome wee'l divide.
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T' will be a conquest certainly
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If ere a conquest were,
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Wee'l rule in triumph and will cause
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All others us to feare.
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But as for English men who then
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Shall Independents be,
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Troubled by none they shall enjoy
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Their conscience Liberty.
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Then shall proud Massie stampe and stare,
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And Poyntz shall franticke be.
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Then will the Major of London flee,
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And all for feare of me.
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Then Peters shall a Bishop be,
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And Goodwin shall be Voted
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The chiefest man in England while
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King Thomas is promoted.
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Then downe shall goe the Steeple houses,
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That freeze in Winter night,
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And weell have Chimneyes in the Church
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Which people more delight.
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Weell Vote the Assembly null, and put
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Downe Cranford with his grace,
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Weell race out Calamy, and set
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Up Patience in his place.
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Weell banish Case with all his host,
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His converts shall returne
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Unto our Independency,
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Or else weel make them burne.
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Then you and I shall live at ease,
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And thinke that naught's a sin,
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Unlesse we doe in English coast
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Let Monarchy creepe in.
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If you desire that this my plot
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May have effect still still,
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Take dayly care that peoples hearts,
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With thoughts of peace to fill.
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