The Whig-Intelligencer:
OR,
Sir SAMUEL in the POUND,
For Publishing Scandalous and Seditious Letters,
For which he was Fin'd 10000 l. on Saturday, April 19.
Sir Samuel Barnard---on
Deserves to be pist on,
For being so great a Fool
Not Tongue nor Pen to rule;
By which he lost the Cause,
And paid 10000 l. for Sawce.
To the Tune of, Hark! the thund'ring Cannons roar, etc.
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HArk! the fatal day is come,
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Fatal as the day of Doom,
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For Sir Samuel there make room,
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So fam'd for Ignoramus:
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He whose Conscience cou'd allow
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Such large favours you know how,
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If we do him Justice now,
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The Brethren will not blame us.
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2.
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Stand to the Bar, and now advance,
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Morden, Kenrick, Otes and Prance;
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But let the Foreman lead the Dance,
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The rest in course will follow;
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Tilden, Kenrick, next shall come,
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And with him receive their Doom,
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Ten Thousand pound, at which round Sum
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The Hall set up a Halloo.
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3.
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Brave Sir Barnard---on now,
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Who no Main would er'e allow
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To lose ten thousand at a throw,
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Was pleas'd to all mens thinking:
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Ten thousand pounds! a dismal note,
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Who before had giv'n his Vote,
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Not to give the KING a Groat,
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To save the Throne from sinking.
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4.
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But yet there's a Remedy,
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Before the KING shall get by me,
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I'll quit my darling Liberty;
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Nor will I give in Bail for't:
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For e're the Crown shall get a Groat
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In opposition to my Vote,
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I'll give 'em leave to cut my Throat,
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Altho' I lye in Goal for't.
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5.
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Were't for Monmouth, I'de not grieve,
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Or Brave Russel to retrieve,
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Or that Sidney yet might live,
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Twice told, I'd not complain, Sir:
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Nay, what's more, my whole Estate,
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With my Bodkins, Spoons, and Plate,
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So I might reduce the State
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To a Commonwealth again, Sir.
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6.
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Or that Mon. were in Grace,
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Or Sir Sam. in Jefferys place,
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To spit his Justice in the Face,
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For acting Law and Reason,
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Or that the Torys went to pot,
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Or we could prove it a Sham Plot,
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Or Essex did not cut his Throat;
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Or Plotting were not Treason.
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7.
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Thus I'd freely quit my Coyn;
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But with Torys to combine,
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Or keep the Heir in the right Line,
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That Popery be in fashion,
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To see the Holy Cause run down,
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While Mighty York is next the Crown,
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And Perkin's forc'd to flye the Town:
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Oh vile Abomination!
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8.
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Sooner than Obedience owe
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To their Arbitrary Law,
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Or my Bail in danger draw,
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For Breach of good Behaviour;
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I with Bethel, and the rest
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O'th' Birds, in Cage will make my Nest,
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And keep my Fine to Plot and Feast,
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Till Monmouth be in Favour.
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