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A35596 The Case is alter'd now, or, The conversion of Anthony, King of Poland published for satisfaction of the sanctifyed brethen. 1683 (1683) Wing C870; ESTC R10754 1,013 2

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The Case is Alter'd now OR THE CONVERSION OF ANTHONY King of Poland Published for Satisfaction of the Sanctifyed Brethren EV'n as a Lyon with his Paws uprear'd As he would tare in pieces all the Herd So of late days you Whiggs as Rampant were An honest Tory scarce to speak did dare Nay it was almost an offensive thing The Bell-Man scarce dar'd cry God save the King Thou my dear Titus and the Popish Plot Did'st fire my Zeal and make my Head so hot That then I whispered loud into the Nation Now now 's the nick of Time for Reformation You hufft and hector'd at a lofty rate When Parliaments of your own Mettle sate As if you had o're-grown the King and Laws And were beginning a New Good Old Cause But Remedy in Season did appear And stop't the Fury of your hot Carreer Thus for a while I danc'd to my own Pipe Till I was grown Association-ripe But then Addresses from each County came And Loyalty did soon put out the Flame Then was the time that Tybourn claim'd his Due But had it not for want of such as You Yet it had some small Satisfaction giv'n By the deserved Death of Traitour Stephen Cabals and Factious Clubs so rife were grown And old Rebellious Seed so thick were sown I hop't ere this the Day would be my own In Coffee-Houses you did domineer And pratled Treason without Wit or Fear Reason and Loyalty you over-rul'd And setled Nations whil'st your Coffee cool'd The Point you argued with a surly Face And he that did not yield and give you Place Was term'd by you a Tory void of Grace One House one Town one Kingdom fearce could hold Tory and Whigg Sir Whigg was grown so bold For this Recital Sirs pray do not blame us We ne'r baulk't Justice by our Ignoramus No no you meant no Harm I oft was told No more did your Rebelling Sires of old Thus for a while with Factious Rage you burn'd But Heav'n be thank't the Scales at last are turn'd The Wheell at length is mov'd a little round And its worst Pieces lowest to the Ground The State has found a way to cool our Feavors Quench our new Lights and curb our strong Endeavours And we are taught Complyance with more Ease To What and When and How the King shall please We to your Private Meetings now can come And seize your Holder-forth and send You Home Meet You at Guild-Hall or Elsewhere and then Help You make Choice of Loyal Honest Men. The Memory and Name of Moor be blest That Loyal President for all the rest Let Faction cease and Loyalty get Ground T●●l not ●ore Whigg be in the Nation found Then w●le rejoyce as in the Days of Yore And Salamancas shall be known no more FINIS LONDON Printed for J. P. in the Year 1683.