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B01526 Thanks upon thanks: or, The suburbs's joy for the city's election. J. B. 1680 (1680) Wing B130; Interim Tract Supplement Guide 806.k.16[108]; ESTC R808 1,389 2

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Thanks upon Thanks OR THE SUBURBS's JOY FOR THE City's Election YOUR Joy grave Citizens is Ours we find This Choyce to You This Choyce to Vs proves Kind We give Commission that Our Thanks should wait on The Kind Electors of Sir Robert Clayton Sir Thomas Player Pilkington and Love Thus We Our Joy by This Return do prove For to throw Papists out is all Your Aim Your Thoughts are Ours they are the very same You Burn the Pope We come to see him Burn'd Our Wrath like Yours against his Tribe is turn'd We hate a Jesuit a Priest We hate We cou'd Crack Mussle-Shells upon his Pate We hate the Mass and ev'ry thing like that Had I but time Sirs I wou'd tell You what But now I 'le tell You We do Love all those That are Abhorrers of a Roman Nose And such last Fryday it appears You Chose We Thank you for Your Choice This is the way To pack both Pope and Devil quite away They gain no Ground where such Men do appear They do no Bulls from Roman Empires fear Such Men We do believe they are as stand Zealously for the Int'rest of our Land Their Courage Wit and Parts have all been Try'd I 'me sure they Four wou'd have been Deify'd Had they done half so much for th' Roman Crew As They have done for Us and done for You. Wisely they did Behave themselves we find All of one Way all of one Heart and Mind They shook off Fear and trampl'd upon Awe On Their Side stood the Gospel and the Law This made them Bold as Lyons every Man Through Thorns and Bryars for the City ran Mildly and Modestly they play'd their Parts I do not wonder that They won Your Hearts Had You Elected others in their steed Surely you 'd done a very Evil Deed For Who cou'd equalize the Parts and Care Of Clayton Pilkington of Love and Player Your Choyce was like You Grave Discreet and Wise That all Men see that have not Popish Eyes And We with all Our Hearts do now Rejoyce That You have made so Good so Bless'd a Choyce I know that some Men's Hearts for Grief do Bleed That You so soon that You so well Agreed But who are they Why They are Imps of Hell Who when you Act like Angels think not well They are the Spawn of a devouring Pope That Merit nothing better than a Rope The Seed of Evil Doers who dayly strive To keep the Priests and Jesuits Alive Men void of Grace Wit Honesty and Sense Who itch to pay the Pope his Peter-pence These Men are they who are not pleas'd to see That you so well in your good Choice agree Such we have too too many here God knows Who long for nothing more than Blood and Blows I wish they had them were they but Destroyed Then Peace and Plenty would be soon enjoy'd The time may come the time I hope to see That King and Parliament may well agree Then have at such uneasy Knaves as those Who long have been the King and Kingdoms Foes God give the King to see those Mischief-makers That they of Stafford's Fate may be Partakers Then will the City Flourish Suburbs Sing Praises to God and Thanks unto our King Oh! How I long methinks to see that day When Papists pack their Awls to go away May every City do as you have done This is one way I 'me sure to make them Run May ev'ry County chuse such Worthy Men Chuse them and Chuse Chuse them yet agen Chuse them as oft as they 're Dissolv'd and then Wee 'l have an Hundred to a Roman Ten. May they make such a Choice in ev'ry Burrough May they Chuse such ev'n all the Kingdom thorough Then farewel Pope farewell thy Plots to boot We shou'd have Peace when thou wou'dst go without J. B. London Printed in the Year 1680.