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The Wolf-Justice.

Being Certain Verses fix'd upon the L. C. J. Scroggs's Chamber-door.

Here lives the Wolf-Justice, a Butcherly Knave,
Who Protestants goals, but the Papists does save.
He's a bold Persecutor contrary to Laws
Of all that dare write for the Protestant Cause.
Since these were his Actions, in vain were his Prate,
And false Imprecations he printed of late.
'Twill one day be prov'd (Old Clodpate) that you
Were brib'd by the Court and Portugal too.
When Par comes to Town, you'll receive such a check,
Not your Speech nor your Pardon will save your Bull-Neck.
Mean while go on and play England's Story,
You'l hang at the last as Tresilian before ye.
For we'll have the Plot punish'd, come on it what can be,
In spite of Clodpate, York, Lauderdale, D---by.
'Tis not Prorogations shall serve the Rogue's Turn,
We'll die at our doors e'er in Smithfield we'll burn.