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To the Tune of the JEWS Corant

Have you not seen a Barthol'mew Baby,
A Pageant of policy as fine as may be,
That's gone to be Shown at the Mannor of Raby ,
Which no body can deny .

There was never such a prostitute Sight,
That e're profan'd this purer Light,
A Hocus Pocus juggling Knight,
Which , &c.


He was taken for a Delphick Tripus ,
Another doubt-solving Oedipus ,
But the Parliament made him a very Quibus ,
Which , &c.

His cunning State tricks and Oracles,
His lying Wonders and Miracles,
Are turned into Parliament Shackles,
Which , &c.

Goodly great Sir Onesimus VANE ,
The Annointed King of Saints not Reign?
I see all Godlyness is not Gain,
Which , &c.

John a Leyden that Munster's Jing,
Was a Fool and an Asse to this pretty Thing,
But the Parliament hated the name of a King.
Which , &c.

This holy Saint hath pray'd till he wept,
Prophesied and Divin'd while he slept,
But fell in a T——when aside he slept,
Which , &c.

He sate late in the House so discontent,
With his Arms folded and his Brows bent,
Like Achitophel to the Parliament,
Which , &c.

He durst not speak of a Concubine,
Nor gave more Councel to any Design,
But was musing on a Hempen Line,
Which , &c.

He see Mr. P ——take a great deal of Pain,
To get in with the rest as Members Again,
But they were Voted as use-less as VANE ,
Which , &c.

They gave him a Conge with such a Vote;
'Twas thought they had learned it by Rote,
Ever since he went down to Graves-end by Bote,
Which , &c.

For all his Ceremonious Cringing,
He shall undergo a notable Swinging,
There is now no more need of his Engine,
Which , &c.

When first the English War began,
His Father was a Court Trepan ,
And 'rose to be a Parliament Man,
Which , &c.

So from the Father came unto the Son,
Whom wo and Mis'ry now do wait upon,
For Counselling Protector John ,
Which , &c.

A Gemini they were, Pollux and Castor ,
One was a Teacher, the other a Pastor,
And both like R——betrayed their Master,
Which , &c.

The Devil ne're see such two Sir Harry's ,
Such a pest'lent pair nor near nor far is,
No not at the Jesuites Sorbon of Paris ,
Which , &c.

They talkt of his having a Cardinals Hat,
They'd send him as soon an old Nun's Twat;
For turning in pan there was nere such a Cat,
Which , &c.

His dainty project of a Select Senate,
Is Damned for a blasphemous Tenet,
'Twas found in the budget ('tis said) of Monk Bennet ,
Which , &c.

Of this State and Kingdom he is the Bane,
He shall have the reward of Judas and Cain ,
And 'twas he that overthrew Charles his Wain,
Which , &c.

Should he sit where he did with his mischievous brain,
Or if any his Councels behind do remain,
The house may be called the Labour in Vain ,
Which no body can deny .
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