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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<STC T="T">669.f.14[43]</STC>
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<HEAD>A SALT TEARE: OR, The VVeeping Onion, AT THE Lamentable Funerall of Dr. DORISLAUS.</HEAD>
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<L>WHat though <HI>Lamented? Curs'd;</HI> &amp; the High Tree</L>
<L>Of Fifty Cubits was <HI>Ju&s;t</HI> De&s;tiny</L>
<L>(Though a <HI>Deplor'd</HI> one) of that <HI>Agent</HI> drew</L>
<L>The <HI>Articles</HI> again&s;t the Holy Jew,</L>
<L>Good <HI>Mordicai;</HI> which by queint-curious Art,</L>
<L>Should have contriv'd the <HI>Queen</HI> Her &s;hare oth' &s;mart.</L>
<L>But <HI>Providence</HI> &s;aid, No; And HESTER taught,</L>
<L>Proud HAMAN to a Bloody Banquet brought.</L>
<L>Our up&s;tart <HI>Hamans</HI> had a <HI>Fea&s;t:</HI> Who'll bring</L>
<L>Them, for Dige&s;tions fake, to take a &s;wing.</L>
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<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>DORISLAUS! Art' Lamented? So was Hee</L>
<L>Who was more <HI>Dives&punc;</HI> then the <HI>State</HI> made thee.</L>
<L>If thou chance meet with Him; Lift up thine eyes,</L>
<L>And &s;ee where CHARLES in <HI>Abrahams</HI> bo&s;ome lies.</L>
<L>O for a Me&s;&s;enger the Hou&s;e to tell</L>
<L>And all the merry Commoners, of Hell.</L>
<L>How LENTHAL looks! How WHITLOCK pales his face,</L>
<L>Who caught one <HI>Seale,</HI> and lo&s;t that <HI>Seale</HI> of <HI>Grace!</HI></L>
<L>O how damn'd BRADSHAW quivers as he comes!</L>
<L>And FAIRFAX groanes! And CRUMWELL bites his thumbs!</L>
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<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L><HI>Egypt,</HI> no doubt, was hid in <HI>double</HI> blacke,</L>
<L>When that la&s;t Wonder, and grand <HI>Land-Sea</HI> wrack</L>
<L>Was powr'd on <HI>Pharao</HI> and his Ho&s;t; when <HI>Waves</HI></L>
<L>Reveng'd the In&s;olence of Murderous <HI>Slaves,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pharao</HI> mu&s;t drown; &s;o it doth Providence Plea&s;e.</L>
<L>We have a MOSES too, is <HI>Heire</HI> oth' Seas</L>
<L>Heavens will a Party in that Element make:</L>
<L>Your KING-SALE Projects doe not alwayes take.</L>
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<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>The Wife of SISERA did no doubt bewaile,</L>
<L><HI>Si&s;era's</HI> Face; yet the <HI>Canoniz'd Nayle</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Hammer</HI> of &s;tout <HI>Jael</HI> and the <HI>Song</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Deborah</HI> &s;hew'd Heaven &s;mil'd, and went along.</L>
<L>A <HI>Kenite</HI> did the fact: it was not Lot</L>
<L>For Perjur'd <HI>Engli&s;h,</HI> But a gallant <HI>Scot.</HI></L>
<L>'Tis a good Omen: That, as <HI>They</HI> Pul'd down</L>
<L>The FIRST, they &s;hal &s;et on the SECOND'S Crown</L>
<L>Let our deluded Citizens invite,</L>
<L>Hugge, Ki&s;&s;e, and Licke the Cur&s;ed <HI>Canaanite:</HI></L>
<L>What though their Chariots be of Iron? we may</L>
<L>See them lye Groveling, like lo&s;t <HI>Si&s;era.</HI></L>
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<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>Now Pray ob&s;erve the Pompe, the Per&s;ons, State</L>
<L>That did attend This <HI>Alien</HI> Reprobate:</L>
<L>Here, went <HI>Lieutenant Generall</HI> Crocodile,</L>
<L>And's <HI>Cubbs,</HI> bred of the Slime of our Rich <HI>Nile:</HI></L>
<L>Who weep before they kill, and who&s;e Fal&s;e Teares</L>
<L>Trickle from Blood-&s;hed eyes of Murderers.</L>
<L>Poor <HI>I&s;land!</HI> they have made a <HI>Nile</HI> of Thee,</L>
<L>We cannot find thy HEAD, which faine wee'd &s;ee.</L>
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<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Next march a train of Ravenous <HI>wolves,</HI> who&s;e jaws</L>
<L>Yet <HI>owze</HI> with th' blood of &s;laughter'd <HI>King</HI> and <HI>Laws:</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e are clo&s;e Mourners; The&s;e the Kingdomes gull:</L>
<L>True Wolves, that never Howl, till they are full.</L>
<L>The&s;e are the Bea&s;ts of Prey, who&s;e &s;harp Fang Tears</L>
<L>Not <HI>Cavies</HI> now, but th' Harmle&s;&s;e <HI>Levellers;</HI></L>
<L>By whom they ro&s;e unto this Greatnes: We,</L>
<L><HI>We</HI> are di&s;ta&s;ted, well as <HI>Monarchy.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Clo&s;e unto the&s;e, in grave Deportment March</L>
<L>The <HI>City</HI> Changelings in <HI>Thanksgiving</HI> &s;tarch,</L>
<L>A &s;ort of <HI>Whelps,</HI> Taught by that Woolvi&s;h kind;</L>
<L>Who if one Howl'd, &s;trait the whole Kennell whin'd.</L>
<L>The&s;e, at the <HI>Whip</HI> of cunning <HI>oliver,</HI></L>
<L>Do <HI>Fea&s;t,</HI> or el&s;e drop a di&s;&s;embling <HI>Tear.</HI></L>
<L>All the&s;e attend their AGENTS Funerall;</L>
<L>This Honor'<HI>s</HI> but a Trap, the States fly call,</L>
<L>To get another <HI>throat</HI> cut, but in vain;</L>
<L><HI>Dori&s;law</HI> cryes from Hell;</L>
<L>'TWILL BE NO GAIN.</L>
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<P>Printed in the Yeare. 1649: <ADD>June 18th.</ADD></P>
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