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Story! Where art? What hath God Caught thee by
The Foretop thus? Thou bloody Man! the Cry
Of Blood is loud more than of hundreds two
Of Holy Martyres, wherein thou didst brew
Thy Wicked hands at home and didst account
Thy fellow Hell-Hounds did to lowly mount
Their Murdering Pieces, and wast grievd thou saidst
That they so slow were, at such small games playd[st]
That once at Uxbridge, as thy Scoff ran, wast
At burning of an Earewig, and didst Cast
A Faggot at him, and a thornbush put
Under his feet to Prick him: Wouldst thou cut
Off all thy Nation? O Vile Wretch thou art,
And though thou sliptst away and playdst the part
Of a Vile Varlet Under D'Alva, Yet
Justice hath wrought thee with her righteous ---
When Vermin like thou in a Mouse trap
From Antwerp to the Tower of London h---
Where thou wast tride and righteously Con[demned]
Hangd, Drawn, and Quarterd, so ------

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---ice doth trace
------ this gang, gives out her Writs a pace
------ others on the back, and bids them tell
------ Madam Mall, we follow thee to Hell,
------ resolv'd with thee and with thy Pope
------ now we come. Hell Doore set ope
Justice Calls to account those worthy Pates
That with George Eagles Blood had dide their gates,
[Fa]lse London that this Holy man betrayed
Arreigned was, and by the halter made
To cry out Guilty, Guilty of that blood
E'en in the Place where Holy Eagle stood
---ck Potto too to pot is had, who strove
[T]o adde unto his trouble much, and wove
---m in discourse asserting that he prayde
Against the Queen, and on the Gallows laid
This in his dish disturbing of his peace
Untill the Sheriffe bid him hold and Cease
---m this time small Comfort sure he found,
---ment sore aboute beset him round
------ [neig]hbours in his house do fret him. He
---h ---le attached is, must bee
------ up the Chamber where he fell
------ upon the bed, (oh! marke it well)
---ming at the mouth, but could not speake
------ understand a Word, till's Pot did breake
------ like a beast he three or four days lay,
------ wretched soule did leave his sorry Clay.
Next Swallow comes to tax the Bailiffe who
---ore Eagle but halfe hangde did drag unto
The stand, and on its side did hack and hew
---ling on his Chine, and else where, till through
------ Chopt his neck and out did pluck his heart
------ now behold God Comes to act his part,
---t Comes down from Christ, the Swallows Wings
------ quickly pluckt. He's plagued with these stings.
------ hair drops from his head; Nailes from his Toes
------ fingers, all His Eyes Closde up so lose
---t their sight, his Cursed body made
---s a Leper and brought nigh the trade
---ery. His Wife surprized too
---ing sickness to Compleat his Woe.