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A new SONG.
[To our once Loyal Town, is lately come down]
[I]
To our once Loyal Town, is lately come down,Such an Hodge-Podge of Benchers, as never wore Gown:
Saints, sit for the Legend of Romes Pseudo-Martyrs,
VVho have pawn'd th'Old Religion, to purchase New-Charters;
To promote Publick Faith, they are zealously bent,
And Bugger Geneva to Fructifie Trent.
When Satan was squeamish, and long'd for a Dainty,
The Pope Fricassed him this New Four-and twenty,
The Pope Fricassed him this New Four-and twenty,
II
The first a State-Jockey, bred up of a Groom,Twixt a Colchester-Mare, and a Stallion of Rome.
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And drops Pater-Nosters with Lowick and Petre:
Thus he Banters Non-Cons with Prophane Masquerade,
And quacks on the Gospel to force a lost Trade.
When Satan was squeamish, &c.
III
The next Cacafugo, once a Captain of Peace,At the sight of cold Iron he melts in his Grease;
Yet he looks Indignation, and huffs like an Hector;
He VVhores like an Abbot, and drinks like a Rector.
The third Nicodemus, a Seeker by Night;
The 4th Father Whitebread, who halts for New Light.
When Satan was squeamish, &c.
IV
The fifth and the sixth, two precise Renegades;The one Jack of Diamonds, the other of Spades:
For Orphans and VVidows they beautifie Cloysters,
And swallow their Houses, as Barnacle Oysters;
But no Dish so fit when his Holiness treats,
As an Oleopodrido of Zealots and Cheats.
When Satan was squeamish, &c.
V
Next formal Sir Foplin, who often has slunk,VVith a Tester at Rose's to purchase a Punk,
But if Porter or Carman be possest of his Doxy,
He adopts his kind Hostess her spiritual Proxy.
Thus a Puritan Lecher (though with a lewd Slut)
May solace the Spirit, while the Flesh goes to Rut.
When Satan was squeamish, &c.
VI
Lo here Gog and Magog at once representThe prophane Carnaval, and Idolatrous Lent;
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The Guts of good Manners, and Garbage of Justice:
But nothing more proper to vacuate Laws,
Than the Mouth of Rebellion, and Rump of the Cause.
When Satan was squeamish, &c.
VII
Advance Ruffling Dick to supply the next place,VVho on a bad Matter oft shams a worse Face:
VVhen the Algerine Caper has boarded his Frigat,
He can fawn like a Floater, and cringe like a Bigot.
VVell the good natur'd Wittal may wink at his Fate.
Since he that Cornutes him has bugger'd the State.
When Satan was squeamish, &c.
VIII
VVe'll refer Young Tertullus t'a Bill of Review,Lest he shou'd Repeal what he never yet knew:
His VVorship we'll leave to his new Breviaries,
'Till One Miserere's worth Ten Avemaries;
For a Janus-like Convert, who in Faith interlopes,
Like a Cordeliar-Friar, must be sav'd by his Ropes.
When Satan was squeamish, and long'd for a Dainty,
The Pope Fricassed him this new Four-and-twenty.
The Pope Fricassed him this new Four-and-twenty.
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