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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE HANG-MANS LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: WITH His Lagacy to the Nine Worthies, <HI>viz.</HI> Col. <HI>Lambert, Creed,</HI> &amp;c.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Have liv'd to &s;ee &s;uch wretchedne&s;s,</L>
<L>When none but hone&s;ty are crimes,</L>
<L>That my ropes are turned into rimes.</L>
<L><HI>I and my Gallows groane.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Things are &s;o carried I can't tell how,</L>
<L>Ther's as many above &s;till as are below,</L>
<L>I have hang'd &s;uch in &s;hirts as white as &s;now.</L>
<L><HI>I and my gallows groane,</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Oliver</HI> he liv'd by a plot,</L>
<L>The Parliament &s;its &s;till, and why not?</L>
<L>And I far'd well by a bow-knot.</L>
<L><HI>I and, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>All my delight was in a Jayle,</L>
<L>My e&s;tate was got at a Carts taile,</L>
<L>I know not what the&s;e people ayle.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Oliver</HI> he a Coach would drive,</L>
<L>And was hony in the Parliaments Bee hive</L>
<L>Neither he nor I lov'd a reprive.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I wi&s;h I had had his Protectors re&s;t,</L>
<L>I'de have laid it an earne&s;t for a je&s;t,</L>
<L>But Sir <HI>Harry Vane's</HI> worth all the re&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c:</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>I have chopt off many a worthy head,</L>
<L>And thanks to the Shieriffs have been well fed,</L>
<L>But that I can dock mu&s;t never be &s;ed.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Lambert</HI> I knew was troubled with the yellows,</L>
<L>And more perplexed with his fellows.</L>
<L>Had I liv'd I'de cur'd him at the gallows.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Never was any &s;o bad as my trade,</L>
<L>The nine Worthies would have made,</L>
<L>As a drudge before &s;omething a Jade.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But I had got nothing by the thing,</L>
<L>Ther's indempnity 'gain&s;t the &s;tring,</L>
<L>But my heir may get by a forward &s;pring,</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c:</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>I &s;ee <HI>John Lilburne</HI> at a Barr,</L>
<L>And Sir <HI>George Booth</HI> that man of war,</L>
<L>But could get neither in my Car.</L>
<L><HI>I and my &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>I think the Ordinary's long prayer,</L>
<L>Hath &s;poyld frequenting of my fayre.</L>
<L>Till all long-winded R&mdash; are there.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>For halfe thirteen pence halfpenny wages</L>
<L>I would have cleared all the Town cages,</L>
<L>And you &s;hould have been rid of all the &s;ages.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There was much climbing 'mong the Grandees,</L>
<L>Yet they all I &s;ee know the wood from the trees,</L>
<L>And all to cou&s;in me of my fees.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The high Court of ju&s;tice was out of u&s;e,</L>
<L>The thieves and the Bench had made a truce,</L>
<L>For want of authority, a lean excu&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Twould vex any body to keep an Ax,</L>
<L>As long as there are any Alderman <HI>Packs,</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Desborough</HI> eke with his wide &s;acks.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>That <HI>Duckenfield, Packer,</HI> and Major <HI>Creed,</HI></L>
<L>Of my helping hand &s;hould have &s;uch need,</L>
<L>When I am not able to do the deed,</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Lambert</HI> would al&s;o borrow the block,</L>
<L>As well as my Lady did <HI>Olivers</HI> cock,</L>
<L>But like him I mu&s;t patiently bear this mock:</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Fleetwood</HI> al&s;o lacks &s;ome of my skill,</L>
<L>And that I can't do't fokes take it ill,</L>
<L>I'de hang um all if I could have my will.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Tis vain to look for dead mens &s;hoos,</L>
<L>El&s;e I had had <HI>Hew&s;on</HI> in a noo&s;e,</L>
<L>But my &s;ucce&s;&s;or wont him loo&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>I and &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Tyburn</HI> was once in mourning clad,</L>
<L>For a great man, and I al&s;o very &s;ad,</L>
<L>A full bunch will make you all glad.</L>
<L><HI>I and my gallows groane.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Charls Gu&s;tavus.</HI><ADD>Jan. 17. 1659.</ADD></P>
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