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SONG XXXVII.

Dear Friend.

I

The King and the Prelates,
Will Cudgel the Zealots,
With Crosier, and Scepter,
Good Master Præceptor.
And send them to whence came their Bible,
Those wights in the Gate-House
(As Berkenhead Ga't us)
Who thought to besquiter ye
With the old Presbytery,
Will hang ere't be long, 'tis possible.

II

They'l serve to help Squire
Dun, out of the mire.
VVho be'gan as a Friend
To bring to an end,
Both Covenant and Covenanters,
He has but two wayes
(As his VVorship now says)
For those that come after
To Hang, or cross Water,
To Plant or Transplant, our Supplanters.

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III

I hop'd from your letter,
To have had a better
Account of the man,
That again and again,
Does hit us in the teeth from the Pulpit,
Since Pelf from the Bore
Can make me no more
A man of the Law
Then was Jack Straw,
Qui legem ac Jura revulsit.
A recruit must quicken the dull wit.