[The True English Prophet:
OR,]
ENGLANDS Happine[ss]
A Hundred Years Hence:
Licensed according to Order.
To a New Play-House Tune.
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I.
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COme chear up your Hearts, Boys, & all hands to Work,
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We'll be Happy and Blest, spight of Devil and Turk;
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Our Land you must know, we shall one day see flow
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With that dear Milk and Honey,
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Call'd Plenty and Money,
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If we can but a little with Patience dispence,
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Those Blest Days will be Ours all a Hundred Years hence.
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II.
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By that time our Foes will be all Dead and Rotten,
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Our Quarrels all hush't, and our Troubles forgotten;
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His Gout, Stone and Pox, will have then done the work
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Of Europes Old Blood-hound,
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The most Christian Turk:
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For Lucifer waits his New Reign to Commence,
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And all long before a Hundred Years hence.
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III.
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Our Monthly Poll Tax, we will pay in our Turns,
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Count it which way you please, for our Heads or our Horns
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We shall see that blest Day, when we ne're shall be poor,
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If our Wives have not sent us
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To Heav'n long before.
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Peace, Blessing, and Plenty, their Smiles will dispence
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At furthest within one poor Hundred Years hence.
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IV.
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And what, tho' thus long we have mourn'd the sad wants
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Of a Glass of good Bourdeaux, and Cup of fine Nants,
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We then shall have Wine, and Brandy most certain,
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A Quart for a Shilling,
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And Two-pence a Quartern;
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For the Generous French will that Favour dispence,
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If we happen to live but a Hundred Years hence.
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V.
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'Tis true, no great store of Coin we can boast,
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Our Wealth and our Silver, alas, are Rid Post;
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But what, though the Clippers and Coiners have snip'd it,
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And o're the Herring-Pond
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The Wars they have whipp'd it,
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We shall role in Mill'd Crowns, Pounds, Shillings & Pence,
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If we live and do well but a Hundred Years hence.
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VI.
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In a Hundred Years time, how the World we shall settle,
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Our Tinkers will then have quite mended our Kettle,
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Our Disputes and our Titles, will then be Adjusted,
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And Monsieur by that time
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Perhaps may be trusted:
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Then kind France to England her smiles shall dispen[ce]
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In a General Peace a Hundred Years hence.
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VII.
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In Wedding, and Bedding, and Gossping Rate[s,]
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Tho' we now pay for Kissing, and getting of [Brats;]
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Our Grandsons will lay the young Girls on the[ir Backs]
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In the fear of the Lord,
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And without fear of Tax;
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Without Socket-Money, or Christning Expence,
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Take up the Smock Cheaper a Hundred Years hence.
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VIII.
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And what tho' our Citizens, honest good People,
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In hopes of a New, and a swinging Paul's Steeple[,]
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Stand Gaping to see it Rise higher and higher;
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Whilst we Raise by our Coals
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What we Lost by our Fire,
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With that small yearly Rent they'll easily dispenc[e:]
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For Pauls will be Built in a Hundred Years hence.
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IX.
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Nay, the Bank Bills that Swagger'd so high, tho' [of late]
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They're Dwindled to Twenty per Centum Reba[te,]
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If you'll stay but awhile, and be but so Civil
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To wait but till Knavery
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Is gone to the Devil;
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By that time they'll hold up their Heads, and [speak sense]
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If you can but have Patience t' a Hundred Y[ears hence.]
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X.
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The City will then make their Orp[hans all Rich,]
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Have pay'd off their Bedlam-Score[, Mum-Glass and Ditch]
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Our Casements and Windows, that [now pay their Light;]
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And all to the making
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Our Silver more Brigh[t;]
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Will Crown with full Glory our Shil[lings and Pence:]
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For our Mint will Shine out a Hundred Years henc[e.]
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XI.
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But now, without Rallying or Joque, lets agree[,]
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To pay our Great Caesar our Hand, Heart and [Knee;]
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The Heroe, whose Sword for our Liberty Dra[ws,]
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Who faces Blood, Danger,
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And Death in Our Cause.
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Some few Months, we hope, will his warm Beam[s dispence]
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And our Heirs B[l]ess his Name a Hundred Years hen[ce.]
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