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394 APPENDIX.
Who with the Tale-Tub can burlesque both Lord's Prayer and Creed,
And can the whole Bible ridicule for a need,
Libera 7ios, Domine.
From a scandalous, limping, litigious vicar,
Of whom his Parish grows sicker and sicker,
Who taught his dull maid to grow quicker and quicker,
And who stole the tankard when he drank out the liquor,
Libera nos, Domine.
Prom an altar-piece-monger who rails at Dissenters,
And damns Nonconformists in the pulpit he enters,
Yet all the week long his own soul he ventures.
By being so drunk that he cutteth indentures.
Libera ?ios, Domine.
From young boys ordained whose beards are not grown.
From a journeyman preacher to some dignified drone,
Who, whatever text he preaches upon,
Still talks of rebellion and Forty-one,
JAhera nos, Domine.
From a Protestant church where a Papist must reign.
From a high Tory Parliament, to England a stain,
Who, 'cause some honest members the plot would make plain,
Their elections make void, and them send home again,
Libera nos, Domine.
From fools, knaves, and villains, prerogative Tories,
From church that for the Babylon whore is,
From a pretended prince, like pear rotten at core is.
From a court that has millions, yet as old Job poor is,
Libera nos, Domine.
From all that would the Hanover succession bambouzle.
And those villains that honest men's mouths would up muzzel,
From those that love nothing but French wine to guzzle,
And with their knavish quirks and tricks would us puzzle.
Libera nos, Domine.
From a W r at St James's and another at Paris,
From the Harlequin Plot, well known to Bob Fariss,
Deliver us. Lord, for this very thing.
From the sham Prince of Wales, and eke the French king.
Libera nos, Domine.