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Pleasant and Diver tive. 139
They raised an Army of Horse and of Foot,
To tumble down Monarchy Branches Root,
They thunder'd, and plunder'd, but nothing would do't,
The Organ, the Altar, and Ministers Cloathing,
In Presbyter Jack begot such a loathing,
That he must needs raise a petty new nothing.
And when he had wrap'd us in sanctify'd Cloathing,
Perjur'd the People by fai thing and tro thing,
At last he was catcht, and all came to nothing.
In several Factions we quarrel and brawl,
Dispute and contend, and to fighting we fall,
I'll lay all to nothing that nothing wins all.
When War and Rebellion, and plundering grows,
The mendicant Man is the freest from Foes,
For he is most happy hath nothing to lose.
Brave Ccesar and Pompey, and great Alexander,
Whom Armies did follow as Goose follow Gander,
Nothing can say to an Action of Slander.
The wisest great Prince, were he never so stout,
Tho' he conquer'd the World,& gave Mankind the rout,
Did bring nothing in, nor shall bear nothing out.
Old Noll that arose to High-thing from Low-thing,
By brewing Rebellion, nicking and frothing,
In seven Years Space was both all things and nothing.
Dick {Oliver's Heir) that pitiful slow thing,
Who once was invested with Purple Cloathing,
Stands for a Cypher, and that stands for nothing ;
If King-killers bold are excluded from Bliss,
Old Bradshaw (that feels the Reward on't by this)
Had better been nothing than now what he is.
Blind Colonel Hewson that lately did crawl,
To lofty Degree from a low Coblers Stall,
Did bring all to nothing, when All came to All.
Your Gallant that rants it in delicate cloathing,
Tho' lately he was but a pitiful low thing,
Pays Landlord, Draper, and Taylor with Nothing.
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