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On his Royall Highness's Voyage beyond Sea.
March 3d. 1678.
R. H. they say is gone to Sea,
Designed for the Hague;
But Portsmouth's left behind to be
The Nations Whorish plague.
Designed for the Hague;
But Portsmouth's left behind to be
The Nations Whorish plague.
Some think he went unwillingly,
Say others he was sent there;
But most conclude for certainty,
He's gone to keep his Lent there.
Say others he was sent there;
But most conclude for certainty,
He's gone to keep his Lent there.
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What need I to apologize?
'Tis said nothing more true is,
The chiefest part of's Errand lies,
To fetch in Cosen Lewis.
'Tis said nothing more true is,
The chiefest part of's Errand lies,
To fetch in Cosen Lewis.
That both together, as they say,
If one may dare to speak on't;
Thro' Hereticks Throats may cut their way,
To bring in James the Second.
If one may dare to speak on't;
Thro' Hereticks Throats may cut their way,
To bring in James the Second.
By Yea and Nay the Quaker cries,
How can we hope for better?
Truth's not in him that this denies;
Read Edward Coleman's Letter.
How can we hope for better?
Truth's not in him that this denies;
Read Edward Coleman's Letter.
Gar, gar, the Jockey swears faw things,
Man here is mickle work;
Dee'l split his Wem, he's ne'er be King,
Whose Name does rhime to Pork.
Man here is mickle work;
Dee'l split his Wem, he's ne'er be King,
Whose Name does rhime to Pork.
Got's splutter a Nails the Welshman cries,
Got shield her frow her Foes;
He ne'er shall be a Prince of Wales,
That wears a Roman Nose.
Got shield her frow her Foes;
He ne'er shall be a Prince of Wales,
That wears a Roman Nose.
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