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A Satire.
His Holiness has three Grand Friends
Upon Great-Britain's Shore,
That prosecute his and their own Ends;
A Duke, a Judg, and a Whore.
Upon Great-Britain's Shore,
That prosecute his and their own Ends;
A Duke, a Judg, and a Whore.
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The Duke is as true as Steel
To the Pope, that infallible Elf;
Therefore no Friend to the Commonweal,
Nor no Friend to himself.
To the Pope, that infallible Elf;
Therefore no Friend to the Commonweal,
Nor no Friend to himself.
The Judg is a Butcher's Son,
Yet hates to shed innocent Blood,
But for ten thousand Pounds has done
The Pope a great deal of good.
Yet hates to shed innocent Blood,
But for ten thousand Pounds has done
The Pope a great deal of good.
He did that Villain Wakeman clear,
Who was to have poison'd the King,
As it most plainly did appear;
For which he deserves a Swing.
Who was to have poison'd the King,
As it most plainly did appear;
For which he deserves a Swing.
Portsmouth, that Pocky Bitch,
A damn'd Papistical Drab;
An ugly deform'd Witch
Eaten up with the Mange and Scab.
A damn'd Papistical Drab;
An ugly deform'd Witch
Eaten up with the Mange and Scab.
This French Hag's Pockey Bum
So powerful is of late;
Altho it's both blind and dumb,
It rules both Church and State.
So powerful is of late;
Altho it's both blind and dumb,
It rules both Church and State.
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