XVII.
'Twas voted once that for the Sin
Of Whoring Men should die all;
But then it was wisely thought again.
The House would quickly grow so thin,
They durst not stand the Tryal.
XVIII.
King Charles the Second knew your aim,
And Places gave, and Pensions;
And had King William's Mony flown,
His Majesty would soon have known
Your Consciences Dimensions.
XIX.
But he has wisely given you up
To work your own desires,
And laying Arguments aside,
As things that have in vain been try'd,
To Fasting calls, and Prayers.
CHORUS—
Your Hours are choicely employ'd,
Your Petitions lie all on the Table,
With Funds Insufficient,
And Taxes Deficient,
And Deponents innumerable.
For shame leave this wicked Employment,
Reform both your Manners and Lives;
You were never sent out
To make such a Rout,
Go home, and look after your W——s.
JUSTICE IN MASQUERADE; OR, SCROGGS UPON SCROGGS.
A Butcher's Son's Judge Capital
Poor Protestants for to enthral,
And England to enslave, Sirs;
Lose both our Laws and Lives we must
When to do Justice we entrust
So known an arrant Knave, Sirs.
Some hungry Priests he did once fell,
With mighty Strokes sent them to Hell,
Sent presently away, Sirs;
Would you know why? The Reason's plain
They had no English nor French coin
To make a longer stay, Sirs.