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A Poem on the Bishops throwing out the Bill of Exclusion.
The grave House of Commons, by hook or by crook,
Resolv'd to root out the Pope and the Duke;
Let them vote, let them move, let them do what they will,
The Bishops, the Bishops have thrown out the Bill.
Resolv'd to root out the Pope and the Duke;
Let them vote, let them move, let them do what they will,
The Bishops, the Bishops have thrown out the Bill.
There was Hereford, Winnington, Hamden and Birch,
Did verily think to establish the Church:
But now they do find it's past all their Skill,
For the Bishops, the Bishops have thrown out the Bill.
Did verily think to establish the Church:
But now they do find it's past all their Skill,
For the Bishops, the Bishops have thrown out the Bill.
Sir William endeavour'd, as much as he could,
To shew that the Bill was for the Duke's Good,
For that disinherits the Man we would kill,
The Bishops, &c.
To shew that the Bill was for the Duke's Good,
For that disinherits the Man we would kill,
The Bishops, &c.
Paul Wharton that stood behind Sir Richard Cary,
To confront, as he thought, the Plenipotentiary;
Little thought, when he rudely had bawl'd out his fill,
That the Bishops, &c.
To confront, as he thought, the Plenipotentiary;
Little thought, when he rudely had bawl'd out his fill,
That the Bishops, &c.
There is little Reason the dull six and twenty
Should oppose the whole Nemine Contradicente,
And what they bring forth in its Infancy kill;
For the Bishops, &c.
Should oppose the whole Nemine Contradicente,
And what they bring forth in its Infancy kill;
For the Bishops, &c.
The wise Earl of Shaftsbury, Monmouth, and Grey,
Lord Essex, Lord Howard, Lords Et cætera,
Tho they have drawn in the Lord Privy Seal,
Yet the Bishops, &c.
Lord Essex, Lord Howard, Lords Et cætera,
Tho they have drawn in the Lord Privy Seal,
Yet the Bishops, &c.
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Old Rowley was there to sollicite the Cause,
Against his own Life, the Church, and the Laws;
Yet he might have liv'd safely against his own Will,
Had the Bishops, the Bps, not thrown out the Bill.
Against his own Life, the Church, and the Laws;
Yet he might have liv'd safely against his own Will,
Had the Bishops, the Bps, not thrown out the Bill.
His Highness for fear to Scotland is gone,
The Cov'nant to take, and be crown'd at Scoon;
But now he may e'en come home if he will,
For the Bishops, &c.
The Cov'nant to take, and be crown'd at Scoon;
But now he may e'en come home if he will,
For the Bishops, &c.
Had he known this before, or some of the Gang,
He had sav'd his Guineas to Sir John Whitwang,
And might at St. James's have plotted, his fill;
For the Bishops, &c.
He had sav'd his Guineas to Sir John Whitwang,
And might at St. James's have plotted, his fill;
For the Bishops, &c.
Had not Bishops been suffer'd in the House for to sit,
He had been like his Grandfather Jemmy beshit;
But now he's as safe as a Thief in a Mill,
For the Bishops, &c.
He had been like his Grandfather Jemmy beshit;
But now he's as safe as a Thief in a Mill,
For the Bishops, &c.
The best of Expedients the Law can propose,
Our Church to preserve, and quiet our Foes,
Is not to let Lawn-sleeves our Parliament fill,
But throw out the Bishops that threw out the Bill.
Our Church to preserve, and quiet our Foes,
Is not to let Lawn-sleeves our Parliament fill,
But throw out the Bishops that threw out the Bill.
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