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A Declaration without Doors, 1705.
O ye
Britains, draw near,
With Attention give Ear
To my most profound Declaration:
It may do you some good,
Tho I'm not understood
By twenty wise Men in the Nation.
With Attention give Ear
To my most profound Declaration:
It may do you some good,
Tho I'm not understood
By twenty wise Men in the Nation.
I'm a Parliament Member,
Who shall sit in November
To settle the Nation's Affairs;
Make T--- and Laws,
Not forgetting a Clause
About the High Church's Repairs.
Who shall sit in November
To settle the Nation's Affairs;
Make T--- and Laws,
Not forgetting a Clause
About the High Church's Repairs.
The High Church's Power
Has to this very Hour,
Been of all my Caballing the true end;
But I swear by my Maker,
If you don't choose me Speaker,
The Cause will be certainly ruin'd.
Has to this very Hour,
Been of all my Caballing the true end;
But I swear by my Maker,
If you don't choose me Speaker,
The Cause will be certainly ruin'd.
I have sent Horse and Man
To do all they can,
To ingage all your Votes for the Chair:
Some Mony I've paid,
And more Promises made,
Of fine things I'll do when I come there.
To do all they can,
To ingage all your Votes for the Chair:
Some Mony I've paid,
And more Promises made,
Of fine things I'll do when I come there.
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I was sworn to the Church,
Both to People and Porch,
And I'm fond of the Name of High-Flyer;
I have shewn my good Will
For th'Occasional Bill,
And to set the whole Nation on Fire.
Both to People and Porch,
And I'm fond of the Name of High-Flyer;
I have shewn my good Will
For th'Occasional Bill,
And to set the whole Nation on Fire.
If I get in the Chair,
It will quickly appear,
Who is for the Church, and who not, Sir:
I'll wipe off the Paint
Made me look like a Saint,
And Moderation shall die on the Spot, Sir.
It will quickly appear,
Who is for the Church, and who not, Sir:
I'll wipe off the Paint
Made me look like a Saint,
And Moderation shall die on the Spot, Sir.
I was chosen for the Nests
Of your Highflying Priests,
Those dainty young Sons of Apollo;
Now my Wit's at a head,
I'm appointed to lead,
And I'm sure that Sir H--- will follow.
Of your Highflying Priests,
Those dainty young Sons of Apollo;
Now my Wit's at a head,
I'm appointed to lead,
And I'm sure that Sir H--- will follow.
My Learning t'advance,
I travel'd to France,
From Paris quite down to Touloon;
Where they make People pray
The Government's way,
And convert them a mode de Dragoon.
I travel'd to France,
From Paris quite down to Touloon;
Where they make People pray
The Government's way,
And convert them a mode de Dragoon.
Before I came home,
I travel'd to Rome,
And receiv'd th'Infallible Blessing;
I ne'er scrupled to bow
To the Slipper or Toe,
And bestow'd a true Protestant Kissing.
I travel'd to Rome,
And receiv'd th'Infallible Blessing;
I ne'er scrupled to bow
To the Slipper or Toe,
And bestow'd a true Protestant Kissing.
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I view'd the great Church,
And admir'd the Porch,
And I counted the Steps to the Altar;
I went to the Mattin,
Said my Prayers in Latin,
And I sung to her Ladyship's Psalter.
And admir'd the Porch,
And I counted the Steps to the Altar;
I went to the Mattin,
Said my Prayers in Latin,
And I sung to her Ladyship's Psalter.
I bless'd the three Nations
With my wise Observations,
That they might my Learning inherit;
But as soon as 'twas printed,
I sincerely repented,
'Twas so laugh'd at I never could bear it.
With my wise Observations,
That they might my Learning inherit;
But as soon as 'twas printed,
I sincerely repented,
'Twas so laugh'd at I never could bear it.
Now from Popery and Rome,
I'm to Coventry come,
Where I'm quite overrun with Religion;
The High Church and I
Such Experiments try,
You wou'd swear we had Mahomet's Pigeon.
I'm to Coventry come,
Where I'm quite overrun with Religion;
The High Church and I
Such Experiments try,
You wou'd swear we had Mahomet's Pigeon.
The Occasional Bill
Was fram'd in our Mill,
Of true Catholick Preparation;
The Warp and the Woof
Look'd like Protestant Stuff,
But the Devil was in the Fashion.
Was fram'd in our Mill,
Of true Catholick Preparation;
The Warp and the Woof
Look'd like Protestant Stuff,
But the Devil was in the Fashion.
I huzza'd for the Tack,
For I was always a Jack,
And was fond of Jure Divino;
But with what Intent,
Or what 'twas I meant,
That's a thing neither you know nor I know.
For I was always a Jack,
And was fond of Jure Divino;
But with what Intent,
Or what 'twas I meant,
That's a thing neither you know nor I know.
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To High-Church I'm as true,
As a Protestant blue,
And fain wou'd Dissenters be Mobbing;
But we had such a Defeat
In Coventry Street,
That we're damnably 'fraid of their drubbing.
As a Protestant blue,
And fain wou'd Dissenters be Mobbing;
But we had such a Defeat
In Coventry Street,
That we're damnably 'fraid of their drubbing.
I hate Moderation,
It has ruin'd the Nation,
Both the B---s and Q--- are infected;
Do but set me i'th' Chair,
I'll the High-Church repair,
And Religion shall soon be dissected.
It has ruin'd the Nation,
Both the B---s and Q--- are infected;
Do but set me i'th' Chair,
I'll the High-Church repair,
And Religion shall soon be dissected.
We have made such Advances,
You'd think them Romances,
All the Churches on Earth to unite-a;
That Mahomet and We
May quickly agree,
And Rome shall no more men affright-a.
You'd think them Romances,
All the Churches on Earth to unite-a;
That Mahomet and We
May quickly agree,
And Rome shall no more men affright-a.
Our true English Church
Shall to Popery approach,
And Popery to her shall advance;
The Sisters shall kiss,
Pass by what's amiss,
And we shall shake hands, Sir, with France.
Shall to Popery approach,
And Popery to her shall advance;
The Sisters shall kiss,
Pass by what's amiss,
And we shall shake hands, Sir, with France.
Thus the Tools of the Age
Shall quickly grow Sage,
When they cant of their Union and Peace, Sir;
This will Union convey
The true Catholick way,
And the World shall be all of a Piece, Sir.
Shall quickly grow Sage,
When they cant of their Union and Peace, Sir;
This will Union convey
The true Catholick way,
And the World shall be all of a Piece, Sir.
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If the Whigs and Dissenters
Should think to prevent us,
And oppose us with damn'd Moderation;
By unanimous Votes,
We will cut all their Throats,
And so we'll unite the whole Nation.
Should think to prevent us,
And oppose us with damn'd Moderation;
By unanimous Votes,
We will cut all their Throats,
And so we'll unite the whole Nation.
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