On the Promoted Bishops.
1691.
1
For the Miracles done
This Year Ninety one
Let's go forth and proclaim a Thanksgiving;
Late Archbishop we sing
To the Tune of Late King,
While J--- and old S---ft are living.
2
Of this Protestant Land
The Fleet not half mann'd,
Is a Miracle scarce worth our Trouble:
We judg of the Weight
Of this Politick State,
Now the Church and the Throne carry double.
3
The Law now in force
Made a solemn Divorce
Between J--- C--- and his Church has;
'Twill a Miracle show,
As the blessed Times go,
If Religion proves worth a Year's Purchase.
4
The Gospel now thrives
For our Lord hath two Wives,
And a Prelate his See of each Party:
That the Law doth respect
The new B---ps Elect,
Or the new second Wife of Clancarty.
5
As to the Pastoral Staff,
We at T---n laugh,
And the Projects of dull Politicians;
Spite of all Satan's Power,
Aaron's Rod shall devour
The Rod of those Heathen Magicians.
6
Our impotent Fleet
Our starv'd Army may greet,
And at each others Confidence wonder;
With an Army unpaid,
And a Navy betray'd,
We fast to keep Great Lewis under.
7
As old Babylon faith,
The Protestant Faith
Tooke deep root form the Codpiece of Harry:
We good Witness can bring,
The new Bishops all spring
From the Conducts of W--- and M---.
