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A New Ballad:
To the Tune of Trenchmore.
1
What do Members now ail,To the King to turn Tail,
Nor in Loyalty more to persevere?
With them lies the blame,
For he's still the same,
And as he is like to be ever.
2
'Tis a kind of gainsayingTo Passive Obeying,
To be govern'd by your own Senses:
The King does no more
Than you did before,
When with the use of those he dispenses.
3
With a new turn'd DevotionThey quit their Promotion;
They slighted Laws, now they adore 'em:
'Cause the Test makes 'em swear
The Bread is still there,
Since they think they see it before 'em.
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4
The religiously WiseWith the Church should advise,
Not with Canterbury, or with Pauls:
For no Trick can stir 'em,
Since Chester and Durham
Are standing Councils for Souls.
5
For Temporal GrudgesRepair to the Judges,
There's nothing to them a hard Motion:
Could they have been scar'd
With a Question too hard,
Their Lordships had lost their Promotion.
6
But why should John MoorSee more than before
Strange Scruples, at which he grows troubled?
And what does bewitch
Our Loyal Sh'riff Rich,
By Conscience now to be bubbled?
7
But yet by good hapThere's Moses in Gap,
Who has compass'd that which may please you:
Smart Craven's Address
Has found strange success,
And the Protestants they shall have ease too:
8
Naval shall be freeAs Nature should be;
There is granted a large Commission,
With a full good Intent,
It comes beyond Trent
From the Generous Inquisition.
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