[THE]
NEWGATE Salutation:
OR,
A DIALOGUE between Sir W.W. and Mrs. Cellier.
To the Tune of, The Fight is now ended.
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OLd Stories of State grow now out of date,
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And Factious Promoters obstructed by Fate;
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Great Charles in his Throne Protects Us alone,
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Without those wild Maggots that Calvin has blown;
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And now in the calm a Reflection I'le make,
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Of a kind Salutation in Newgate of late.
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2.
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'Twixt a Knight of the Cause, whose great Eminence,
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By Popish Rat-catching, and smooth Impudence;
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Belov'd by all those that are the Kings Foes,
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Yet in the Reception he dreaded some blows;
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For when Fire and Water by accident greet,
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Those unruly Elements clash when they meet.
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And down-right Dame Cellier, who still keeps her place,
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To which He prefer'd her with Marks of Disgrace:
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But now they are met in Newgate to Treat,
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Id'e freely give Six Pence you had seen the Sett.
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For She was Transported, and stood in amaze,
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Whilst He like and Owl among Lapwings did gaze.
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He snuffl'd with's Nose, and made a long pause,
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In's New-fashion'd Cloak he wrap'd up the Old Cause,
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And cry'd Madam Cellier, I hope we are Friends;
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Wer't now in my Power I'de make you amends.
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Pray turn not my Stomack with lancing old Sores,
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My squeazy Misfortunes are far worse than yours.
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5.
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Great Sir! You are welcom unto this Great House,
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I scorn to throw Water upon a drown'd Mouse;
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None of my Relations I have seen this year,
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Could be half so welcom should they be brought here.
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Your great Vigilance, and your Zeal doth surpass,
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In Courage, Don Quixot; in Zeal, Hudibrass.
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6.
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I'th silent of Night, no Goblin nor Spright,
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Could e're work such Wonders as you did Sir Knight,
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In finding out Priests without help of Christ.
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You were the Knight Errant on all such Exploits;
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No Janus's two Faces, nor Argus's strange Eyes,
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E're bilkt up their Fortunes, like you by surprise.
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7.
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Though you were betray'd by O------ and his Bums;
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Those Amber Necklaces like Beads on your Thumbs,
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Supply'd you with Coyn Sir those Debts for to pay,
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Besides those Rich Medals in ambush for Prey;
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Or some score of Pounds Bedingf. (pull'd out on's Bed)
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Though two years at least after he had been dead.
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8.
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Gusman to your Worship was but a meer Sot,
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He never had Sence to find out a Sham Plot;
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But you by the Art Sir of Legerdemain,
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What you put in the Meal Tub, could fetch out again,
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But all you neat Jugglers Confederates do keep,
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As my Maid and you in the Meal Tub did meet.
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9.
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The Knight in his passion found Truth would confute,
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St. Francis then enter'd to end the Dispute.
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Sir, This is no place for your Safety and Honour,
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She's void of the Light which the Cause upon her.
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Come give me your Hand Sir into my own Room,
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To consult who supply's our kind Ladies at home.
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10.
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Now since we are inform'd the Knight is got loose,
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Yet finding some Clause of his Case in the noose
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Wrapt up in the tangle, Great Charles he did dunne,
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To Pardon his Treasons, what's past, and to come.
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But an answer most fit I hope he did receive,
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For a Treacherous Fool, and a sly buisy Knave.
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