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To make a Catholick Pudding.
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To make a Catholick Pudding.
Of Oats new thresh'd at Tyburn, take two Pound,Of Chios Wine enough the same to drown:
Of Malmsbury and Hobbs, take Ounces eight,
Of a quack Conscience add an equal Weight:
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Six Irish Witnesses just come ashore.
Season it all with Atheistick Lyes,
'Twill make a Pudding that shall clear your Eyes.
Here Antichrist may freely treat his own Guests,
For the Receipt is learned Dr. Conquest's.
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