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<NAME>Pip Willcox</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B070813.tech.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>THE CHARACTER OF A Time-&s;erving Saint: OR,
The Hypocrite anatomized, and thorowly di&s;&s;ected.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of the three Cheaters.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>THe Heavens do frown, the earth doth groan,</L>
<L>To hear the poor man make his moan:</L>
<L>The God of love doth hear the cry</L>
<L>Of the poor Widowes mi&s;ery;</L>
<L>And eke the fatherle&s;&s;e complaint</L>
<L>Which they make of the formall Saint:</L>
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<LG>
<L>For they advance them&s;elves in pride,</L>
<L>And care not what to th' poor betide,</L>
<L>And all that hold community,</L>
<L>By them as Ranters counted be.</L>
<L>But mark me well, and then you'l &s;ay,</L>
<L>No greater Ranters live then they.</L>
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<LG>
<L>To feed the hungry, and naked cloath,</L>
<L>It is a work they much do loath.</L>
<L>They deck them&s;elves in brave attire,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t poor go wet&s;hod in the mire.</L>
<L>With laces brave them&s;elves they paint,</L>
<L>An ornament fit for a Saint.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Fine Holland under Cipre&s;&s;e black</L>
<L>About their neck and down their back:</L>
<L>Whether it be for warmth or pride,</L>
<L>I know it's ea&s;ie to decide.</L>
<L>But all this while the poor do want</L>
<L>That which is wa&s;ted by the Saint.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You gentle Taylors, that would &s;ee</L>
<L>The newe&s;t fa&s;hions which there be;</L>
<L>Do but the meeting place frequent,</L>
<L>And then you &s;hall have full content.</L>
<L>For of new fa&s;hions there's no want,</L>
<L>They are &s;o lookt for by the Saint.</L>
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<LG>
<L>You Shoe-makers, which are compleat,</L>
<L>And fain would fit a foot mo&s;t neat,</L>
<L>Unto the Saints a&s;&s;embly go,</L>
<L>For a high heel, and a long toe,</L>
<L>Although the poor mans foot go bare,</L>
<L>New fa&s;hion'd &s;hoes the Saints will weare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next unto you I &s;hall repeat</L>
<L>Their &s;uperfluity at meat,</L>
<L>How they mu&s;t have ro&s;t, bake'd and &s;od,</L>
<L>As if their belly were their God.</L>
<L>Pre&s;erves and &s;weet-meats they'l not want;</L>
<L>O ble&s;&s;ed thing to be a Saint!</L>
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<LG>
<L>Their Jack mu&s;t run, their Pot mu&s;t boyl,</L>
<L>Their Cook-maid &s;he mu&s;t &s;weat and broyl;</L>
<L>On their Lords-Day &s;he's made a &s;lave,</L>
<L>That they their dainty cheer may have,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t fatherle&s;&s;e and hunger faint,</L>
<L>Such care is had to feed a Saint.</L>
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<LG>
<L>While&s;t they are in the Church, and pray,</L>
<L>The poor man in the porch doth lay;</L>
<L>Having no hou&s;e to hide his head,</L>
<L>Nothing but &s;traw to make his bed;</L>
<L>And he in vain doth make complaint;</L>
<L>For there's no pitie in the Saint.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now all that know what Ranting means,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t needs confe&s;&s;e it is tho&s;e &s;ins,</L>
<L>When one riotou&s;ly hath &s;pent</L>
<L>That which his fellow-creatures want;</L>
<L>But this the Saints are freqeunt in,</L>
<L>And guilty of that Ranting &s;in.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now if you think me much too blame,</L>
<L>I &s;hall not &s;pare to write my name;</L>
<L>I will not bring my &s;elf in thrall;</L>
<L>Men do me <HI>Lionel Lockier</HI> call;</L>
<L>Others by the name of <HI>Rant,</HI></L>
<L>Such holy words flow from the Saint.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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