THE Cavaliers Litany.
FRom Shuttlecock
Sh— that to
Nantz is inclin'd.,
From popular Fop, and the rest of the Kind;
Who all shall be Knights when the Devil is blind.
Libra Nos Domini
From
P—Spouse the Speaker of State,
From
Creswells Gallant, and from
Colledge's Fate;
From all that out Peace and Prosperity hate
Libera &e.
From
Owens old Tub, and from
Baxters Belief,
From
Mobile's Majesty Reigning in cheif;
From our Wives paying Parsonsby playing the Theif.
Libera &c
From a
Popish black Cloak in a Protestant Cut,
From going to Bed with the Gripes in my Gutt;
From rising next Morning with all our Throats Cut.
Libera &c
From the Traytors Caball, and the fine
Raree-show,
From Sir
Thomas and
Robert, that all the Town know;
From the Damnable Oaths of cursed
T.0.
Libera &c.
From
H—d's pale Ghost, that frighted the Doctor,
From incest with
B—y, from him that late K—t her;
From a Pockey young Lord, from a Pimp and a Procter
Libera &c.
From those that last voted an Act for Exclusion,
From those on Prerogative made an Intrusion
From such as would bring the whole world in confusion.
Libera &c.
From keeping the King from borrowing of Coyne,
Though his Wants should be great as ever were mine;
From putting up
Perkin to thwar't the right Line.
Libera &c.
From sucking Sediton from
Anthonies Tap,
From a Hypocrits pray in a black and white Cap;
From raising our Honour by getting a Clap.
Libera &c.
From Dining with
Bethel and Supping with
C—n,
From a lash with the quill of Satyricall
Dryden;
From a high metl'd Whig that was kick'tat
Low-Layton.
Libera &c.
From a sort that Associate on purpose to shame us,
From a Jury that brings in all Bills
Ignoramus;
From the pittyful Rogues that do swear so G.Dam'us.
Libera &c.
From
C—sh and
G—d P—n D—s,
From crying no
North and obstructing free choice
From Stealing Communion and making no Noise.
Libera &c.
From Sighing and Whining and Pining and Fears,
That the Pockey old Plot should last 99 years;
From half so much hazard as some Bodies Ears.
Libera &c.
From a Brumisham Saint and a serious Church Whig,
From a puritan Soul that abominates Pig;
From the 41 Rogues that would hum the old Gig.
Libera &c.
Fram a
Presbiter-Pope from
Turk and from
Tarter,
From hanging ones self in a Rope or a Garter;
From Fools that defend an old forfeited Charter.
Libera &c.
From a prety conceipt that the way to be quiet,
Is raising Sedition Rebellion and Ryot;
From clubbing to Feast, and be kept from our Diet.
Libera &c.
From a Rablbe and Rout with a Noise to attend on't,
From, the pains of the Gowt and never to mend on't;
From a guilded
Jack-Chain with a R—at the end on't.
Libera &c.
From all that do envy our Bells when they Ring,
And Organs and those that in Surplices sing;
From all that refuse a good Health to the King.
Libera Nos Domini.
FINS.
London, Printed for Charles Brome, 1682.