ENGLANDS DIRECTIONS
FOR MEMBERS ELECTIONS
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DEar Countrymen, you that resolve to do good
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to your Country, and stop the vast Ocean of Blood,
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That of late hath been shed,
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Through the losse of our Head,
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By that Pocky perfidious Bum.
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Now, now is the time when you make your new choices,
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Of Parliament men: have a care of your voices,
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Make none had their hands,
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In Church Livings or Lands.
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Lay by Omne quod exit in um.
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Set a black mark upon whimsical Vane,
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And dunstical Disborow now in his wane,
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Chuse neither Sir Arthur,
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Rumper nor Farter.
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No Friend o'th' sh------ars'd Bum.
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Post up the names of down-fallen Dick,
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And Lambert that serv'd the Rump that bold trick,
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Let Luke go to Pot,
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And his brother Tom Scot.
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Kick out Omne quod exit in um.
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If brasen-fac'd Bradshaw breath on this side of Hell,
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('Tis wonder since Lucifer long ago fell)
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Hisse him out of this Isle
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With his Comrade Jack Lisle,
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And every bit of the Bum.
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Forget not the merits of Hewson the high born;
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But send him with Lilburn and Tichburn to Tiburn.
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Give impudent Goffe
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An handsome turn off,
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With Omne quod exit in um.
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Let Ingoldsby, Clement, and Okey have right,
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That is a good halter: Lord Whitlock good night
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To your Lordship, your sun
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Its full course hath run,
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And hath left you as well as the Bum.
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Chuse not Charles Fleetwit, yet pity his case,
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For you know how the Lord did spit in his face;
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But if Edwards or White
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Stand, bid them goe sh------
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With Omne quod exit in um.
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If rotten Harry Martin your voices require.
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Bid him go stand in Smockingham shire,
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Or Middlesex County,
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They out of their bounty
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May dub him the Knight of their Bum.
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But if Carew, or Corbet, or Ludlow endeavour,
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Roe, or Ewer, deny those Traitours all favour,
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As worthy no lesse
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Than eternall distresse
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With Omne quod exit in um.
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Waller and Harrison, Whaly, Will. Say,
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Danvers and Stapley, Maleverer and Grey.
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If they dare shew their face,
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Hisse 'um out with disgrace,
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With all that stink of the Bum.
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Chaloner, Downs, Wayt, Purefoy and Ven,
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Moor, Barkstead and Blackstone those Monsters of men
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To Hell make 'um ride
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After Colonell Pride,
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With Omne quod exit in um.
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If Alured seeks your favour to gain,
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Jones or Millington tell 'um they labour in vain,
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Cause as swine do on Pearles
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They trampled on Charles,
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With the rest of their fellows the Bum.
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If Norton, or Horton, or Harvy shall dare,
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If Dandy, or Cook, or Ash shall appear,
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Pray pack 'um to Noll
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To tell 'um the fall
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Of Omne quod ezit in um.
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If that you be counted by Peregrine Pelham,
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Hutchinson, Cawly, or Constable, tell 'um,
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They all had theit hands
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In the Kings life or lands,
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And therefore you'l tickle their Bum.
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If Walton approach your Elections, or Love,
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They were of the Giants that fought against Jove,
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And therefore tell them and Potter,
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You hope they'l all totter.
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With Omne quod exit in um.
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Jack Bourchier, Hammond and Garland those arrant
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Traitours all signed that fatal warrant,
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And with them Mr. Meyn,
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That Rebel in grain.
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Advancers all of the Bum.
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Michael Livesy and Dixwel next come in our way,
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Whose Merits do cry aloud for their pay,
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Pray give them and Scroop,
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A good hempen Rope,
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With Omne quod exit in um.
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Smith, Henningham, Alderman Isack and Dean,
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All Acted a part in that Tragical scene,
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So Wogan and Rowt.
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Let 'um all face about.
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Grand Patrons all of the Bum.
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Adde the Temples, strange they should be foes to the Church
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With Blagrave and Mildemay, leave 'um all i'th' lurch,
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Or rather send 'um to trudge,
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To the Reprobates Judge.
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With Omne quod exit in um.
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