STRANGE'S CASE, STRANGLY
ALTERED.
Or, a HUE and CRY after a Strange old Yorkish Tike full of Black and Blue, Red and Yellow Spots, of a Motley, Dun, Brindled, ill-livered Colour; neither Mastiff nor Mungrel, Tumbler
or Lurcher, Lap-Dog nor Setter, Bull-Dog, or Bear-Dog, Wolf-Dog or Sheep-Biter, but all of them: of a Strange Amphibious Nature, lives on Land or on Water, in Court or in Kennel, run
away from his Master, about the 26th Instant, seen on Saturday last behind a Coach, between Sam's Coffee-House, and Madam Cellier's, whoever hath (or shall) take him up,
have a special care of him (unless you know his ill qualities) for he has a thousand Dog-Tricks, (viz.) to Fetch for the Papists, Carry for the Protestants, Whine to the King, Dance to Nolls Fiddle,
Fawn on the Courtier, Leap at their Crusts, wag his Tail at all Bitches, hunt Counter to the Plot, Tonge-Pad the Evidence, and Cringe to the Crucifix; but above all this, he has one damn'd
old trick of slipping the Halter. If there be any that can give notice of this dangerous Curr, to the men in Authority (who have been several days in Grand Quest after him) or bring him (if
he be not there already) to the Sign of the Popes Demi-Culverin, next Door to the Masquerade Committee, in the Street of St. Lud, or to the Tantivie Abhorrers, at the Levitical-Club-House in
Ave-Mary-Alley, so that he may be tyed up from his Meat, for the Good of the Publick; he will do his Country good Service, the Protestants Right, the Law Justice, the King a Kindness, un-
deceive the Church, and himself a mighty Favour in obtaining the Marks-Royal, of a Loyal true Englishman, a Right good Protestant, and a hearty Lover of his King and Country; all
which shall be paid him down (on the Spot) for his honest Care and Pains.
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[The Figures above may be thus Explained.
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I.
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WAS ever Gallows better set,
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Where Hangman, Rope and Roger met?
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No Fault at all (save one)
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The Curr by chance the Noose did slip,
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By help of Devil and his Whip,
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Ill Luck as could have come.
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II.
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Thus having 'scapt the Fatal Tree
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In devillish haste, away flies he
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For Scotland, France or Rome;
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No matter which (for all he strives)
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And needs must go, when Devil drives,
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Together with his BROME.
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III.
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The Curr thus scar'd, is skulkt from Town,
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With Cross, and Beads, and Pen in's Crown,
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About his Neck the Rope,
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Was Fellow to the self same String
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In which St. Coleman Late did swing;
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Blest Relicks for the Pope.
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IV.
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Behold, how Strange doth Levite look!
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Now Champion has the Cause forsook,
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They'l want their Roger Trusty
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To Bark against Dissenters loud,
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May please the Knaves, and cheat the Crowd,
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With Lyes grown stale and musty.
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V.
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The Devil too's turn'd Cat i'th Pan,
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Now Hodge hath serv'd him all he can,
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What would the Devil have more?
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'Tis pretty sport to see his Sire
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Thus Lash his Haunches for his Hire,
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'Cause he the Mass forswore.
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VI.
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But Father Pope is wondrous kind
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Unto his Ban-dog, out of wind,
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See how the Knave does fawn,
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When Towzer (Rogue enough) has been,
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To merit from the Man of Sin
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As well as Sleeves of Lawn.
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VII.
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Next take a view of Macks sweet Face,
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To whom the Tories all give place,
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And hereby hangs a Tale.
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He buys a Traytors Service dear,
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Who runs, and hides his Head for fear,
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When's Plotting can't prevail.
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VIII.
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Now, Pluto, is your time; put on,
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And take them all to Acheron.
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It is your due to have 'um,
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Secure them on Stigian Shore,
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That they may trouble us no more,
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And hang them up that save 'um.
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