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Song.

[Oh! 'tis sweet to think that ratting will thrive]

Oh! 'tis sweet to think that ratting will thrive,
And that we may leave old friends in the lurch;
That the Duke to his brother-apostates will give
High station and rank in our Protestant church!
Dean Philpotts, perchance, had been always a dean,
Had he stuck by his High Church and old Tory pals;
So a traitor he turned, and a rat he has been,
In the hope of obtaining the pontificals.
Then, ho to apostates!—'tis pleasant to think
That your only wise men are apostates and knaves;
Though their names in posterity's nostrils should stink,
Will a trifle like this disturb them in their graves?