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Merry Drollery,
’Tis not in ſeaſon to talk of Reaſon,
Or call it legal, when the Sword will have it treaſon;
It conquers the Crown too, the Furs & the Gown too;
This ſet up a Presbyter, and this pull’d him down too;
This ſubtill Deceiver turn’d Bonnet to Beaver,
Down drops a Biſhop, and up ſtarts a Weaver.
Or call it legal, when the Sword will have it treaſon;
It conquers the Crown too, the Furs & the Gown too;
This ſet up a Presbyter, and this pull’d him down too;
This ſubtill Deceiver turn’d Bonnet to Beaver,
Down drops a Biſhop, and up ſtarts a Weaver.
This fits a lay-man to preach and to pray man,
’Tis this can make a Lord of him that was a dray-man,
Forth from the dull pit of Follies full pit;
This brought an Hebrew Ironmonger to the Pulpit,
Such pittiful things be more happier then Kings be;
This got the Herauldry of Thimblebee & Slingsbee;
No Goſpel can guide it, no Law can decide it,
In Church or State untill the Sword hath ſanctifi’d it.
’Tis this can make a Lord of him that was a dray-man,
Forth from the dull pit of Follies full pit;
This brought an Hebrew Ironmonger to the Pulpit,
Such pittiful things be more happier then Kings be;
This got the Herauldry of Thimblebee & Slingsbee;
No Goſpel can guide it, no Law can decide it,
In Church or State untill the Sword hath ſanctifi’d it.
Down goes the Law-tricks, for from that Matrix
Sprung holy Hewſons power, and tumbled down St. Patricks;
The ſword prevails ſo highly in Wales too,
Shinkin ap Powel cries, and ſwears Cuts-plutter-nails, too;
In Scotland this Waſter did make ſuch diſaſter,
They ſent their money back for which they ſold their Maſter;
It batter’d ſo their Dunkirk, and did ſo the Don firke
That he is fled, and ſwears, the devil is in Dunkirke.
Sprung holy Hewſons power, and tumbled down St. Patricks;
The ſword prevails ſo highly in Wales too,
Shinkin ap Powel cries, and ſwears Cuts-plutter-nails, too;
In Scotland this Waſter did make ſuch diſaſter,
They ſent their money back for which they ſold their Maſter;
It batter’d ſo their Dunkirk, and did ſo the Don firke
That he is fled, and ſwears, the devil is in Dunkirke.
He that can tower o’er him that is lower,
would be but thought a fool to put away his power.
would be but thought a fool to put away his power.
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