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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B071012.apex.</ITEM>
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<STC T="W">C5565</STC>
<STC T="T">669.f.11[73]</STC>
<BIBNO T="umi">99858782</BIBNO>
<VID>162725</VID>
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<HEAD>THE COMMITTEE-MANS La&s;t VVill and, Te&s;tament: VVith the Lamentation of his mi&s;erable and &s;ad condition, being at the point of death.</HEAD>
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<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>O Mee, O mee, our Parliament,</L>
<L>Which <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> hop'd aye would la&s;t,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t now di&s;&s;olve, the Army's bent,</L>
<L>They &s;hall repentance ta&s;t.</L>
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<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>And I that have thriv'd very well,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t now my &s;elfe go hang,</L>
<L>I am e&s;teem'd an Infidell,</L>
<L>Which makes my heart-&s;trings twang.</L>
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<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Tho&s;e good men that have &s;ate &s;even yeares,</L>
<L>For to reforme their Nation</L>
<L>The vulgar now them &s;coffes and jeers,</L>
<L>In an opprobrious fa&s;hion.</L>
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<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>O they will never have more plate</L>
<L>Brought into Gold&s;miths Hall,</L>
<L>And I'm afeard prepo&s;terous Fate</L>
<L>Hath nul'd their Votings all.</L>
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<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>There's no man now cares what we &s;ay,</L>
<L>Nor will obedience give,</L>
<L>Our Orders now none will obey,</L>
<L>But as they li&s;t will live.</L>
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<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>O that it ere &s;hould come to pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>The King &s;hould hope to be</L>
<L>A Monarch, as of late he was,</L>
<L>And we our ruine &s;ee!</L>
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<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>No man will now &s;tirre at our call,</L>
<L>But each man fully &s;ees,</L>
<L>That they have been deceived all,</L>
<L>And now cur&s;e their Tru&s;tees.</L>
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<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>I &s;hall no more get in one day</L>
<L>Five Marks, due for my &s;itting,</L>
<L>For why, the &s;turdy Commons &s;ay,</L>
<L>We with their coyne are flitting.</L>
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<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Maynard</HI> is gone, and <HI>Hollis</HI> too,</L>
<L>But we are left behind,</L>
<L>And <HI>Lewis</HI> now is gone to view,</L>
<L><HI>Cambro-Britannias</HI> kind.</L>
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<HEAD>10.</HEAD>
<L>And <HI>Walter Long</HI> is run away,</L>
<L>And <HI>Nicolls</HI> that E&s;quire,</L>
<L>Colonel <HI>Harley</HI> dur&s;t not &s;tay,</L>
<L>But left us in the fire.</L>
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<HEAD>11.</HEAD>
<L>O the brave dayes that I have &s;eene,</L>
<L>Which &s;plits my heart in twaine!</L>
<L>Now I can &s;ay &s;uch dayes have beene,</L>
<L>Nere &s;hall be &s;een againe.</L>
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<LG N="12">
<HEAD>12.</HEAD>
<L>When I could &s;eque&s;trations make,</L>
<L>For my own profit be&s;t,</L>
<L>And from men what I li&s;ted take,</L>
<L>They'd thank me for the re&s;t.</L>
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<LG N="13">
<HEAD>13.</HEAD>
<L>But now all's gone, all's lo&s;t, and we</L>
<L>A true account mu&s;t give;</L>
<L>Which if it be followed rigorou&s;ly,</L>
<L>Who can gain a reprieve?</L>
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<LG N="14">
<HEAD>14.</HEAD>
<L>O <HI>Derrick,</HI> I do thee implore,</L>
<L>To ca&s;t me gently off;</L>
<L>That &s;o I do not &s;tink, before</L>
<L>Thou do&s;t my breeches doff.</L>
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<LG N="15">
<HEAD>15.</HEAD>
<L>And now I do my farewell take</L>
<L>Of King and Parliament;</L>
<L>Yet 'fore I goe, my Will will make,</L>
<L>Pray heare my Te&s;tament.</L>
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<L>I That have liv'd the longe&s;t that I can,</L>
<L>And now mu&s;t die, a fal&s;e Committee-man,</L>
<L>Do give my &s;oule to him that gave it me,</L>
<L>But would the Devill &s;hould a &s;harer be:</L>
<L>Or els, becau&s;e the devill was at my call,</L>
<L>I give him this my body, &s;oule and all,</L>
<L>In hope, mov'd by my love, he may prefer</L>
<L>Me when in hell, to be his Trea&s;urer;</L>
<L>For that in ca&s;ting up accounts, I'm skild,</L>
<L>And have my bags with filched money fild.</L>
<L>My cheating quirks I to Promoters give,</L>
<L>And &s;uch as by the Peoples crimes do live:</L>
<L>My ba&s;e di&s;&s;embling, vile hypocri&s;ie</L>
<L>I give the Elders of the Presbyterie.</L>
<L>My trecherie, and fal&s;ne&s;&s;e to my King,</L>
<L>I give to the Scotch Nations mannaging;</L>
<L>That they, well &s;tockt, may'gain&s;t another day,</L>
<L>Not faile &s;ucceeding Princes to betray.</L>
<L>All I have bad I have bequeath'd, and more</L>
<L>Alas I have not: I &s;pent all before.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed in the Yeere 1647.</P>
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