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A49181 Lampoons 1687 (1687) Wing L306A; ESTC R16730 1,118 1

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Lampoons Over the Lord D rs Door UNhappy Age and we in it When Truth doth go for Treason Every Blockhead's Will for Law And Coxcombs Sense for Reason Religion 's made a Paud of State To serve the Pimps and Panders Our Liberty a Prison Gate And Irish-men Commanders O wretched is our Fate What Dangers do we run We must be Wicked to be Great And to be Just undone 'T is thus our Soveraign keeps his Word And makes the Nation Great To Irish-men he trusts the Sword To Jesuits the State. Over the Lord S rys Door IF Cecil the Wise From his Grave should arise And look the fat Beast in the Face He 'd take him from Mass And turn him to Grass And swear he was none of his Race To the Speaking-Head I 'M come my future Fate to seek Speak then Coelestial Blockhead speak Answer Had'st thou not consulted with the Witch at Rome Thou need'st not thus like Saul to Endor come To seek out Brother Solid-head thy doom The Hearts of all thy Friends are gone Gazing they stand and grieving round thy Throne And scarce believe thou art the Martyrs Son. Those whom thou favourest merit not thy Grace They to their Interest Sacrifice thy Peace And will in Sorrow make thee end thy days Tempt not thy Fate too far do not rely On force or fraud Why should'st thou Monarch why Live unbelov'd and unlamented dye The Ghost A Papist dy'd as 't was Jehovah's Will And his poor Soul went trudging down to Hell Where when he did arrive just at the Entry He found a Mastive Devil standing Centry With flaming Eyes and Face as black as Soot A Musqueteer with a great Cloven Foot And who goes there I a poor Papist Ghost That 's come to dwell upon the Stygian Coast Stay where you are and do not press so hard For I must call the Captain of the Guard He gave me Orders to let none come in But only such as should have leave from him The Captain call'd accordingly came forth A Devil of integrity and Worth Who all in noblest Scarlet being drest With a most delicate fine Embroider'd Vest He asks the Ghost with a great Voice as loud As mighty Thunder breaking from a Cloud What was the bus'ness Sir I am come to dwell If you will please to give me leave in Hell. Damn you you whorson Dog said he to him I love my Master and you shan't come in For if above you Eat your God I fear Should you come in you 'd Eat the Devil here A Dialogue between a Loyal Addressor and a Blunt Whiggish Clown UNgrateful Wretch Canst thou pretend a cause To fear the loss of Liberty and Laws Has not the King been at a vast expence To raise the Gallant Troops in thy Defence Did he not promise in a Proclamation To rule by Law at 's Coronation Clown Put has he not already damn'd the Test And sure that Princes Word is but a jest Who Rules an Army and Obeys a Priest Nor can his Solemn Oath make us much safer His Sword is Steel his God is but a Wafer FINIS