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<HEAD>HUGH PETERS la&s;t WILL and TESTAMENT: <HI>OR,</HI> The Haltering of the Divell.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the tune of, the guelding of the Divel.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>_A Joyful &s;tory I will you tell</L>
<L>Of the haltering of the Divel of hell,</L>
<L>Old <HI>Nick,</HI> who lurkt this many a year</L>
<L>In <HI>Calvins</HI> Stool and <HI>Luthers</HI> Chair,</L>
<L>At <HI>Am&s;terdam</HI> in forty one</L>
<L>Did hold a Convocation,</L>
<L>And re&s;olved to cro&s;&s;e the brine,</L>
<L>And enter a Herd of <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Swine:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Belzebub</HI> that Angel of Light</L>
<L>(And Darkne&s;&s;e too) could hit it right;</L>
<L>The zealous wives he enters then,</L>
<L>And fits them for their bretheren,</L>
<L>The le&s;&s;er Divels he bids them go</L>
<L>Into <HI>Millenaries, Anabapti&s;ts, Quakers</HI> too,</L>
<L>Divide but the Kingdome, the &s;poile was his own,</L>
<L>For then would he plunder the Church and the Thorne;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rond round round as a Juglers box</L>
<L>The Divel walkt his round with the pox;</L>
<L>The great bo&s;s Bible under his arm</L>
<L>For all his mi&s;chiefs was the Charm,</L>
<L>And the Pulpit he &s;oon de&s;eries</L>
<L>The fitte&s;t place where to play his pri&s;e.</L>
<L>In pantaloons and powdred haire</L>
<L>There the Mountebank commends his ware;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come buy of my Bal&s;ome approved to be</L>
<L>An Antedote 'gain&s;t <HI>Epi&s;copacie.</HI> <NOTE PLACE="marg">Sing this through the no&s;e.</NOTE></L>
<L>And here is that mo&s;t precious thing</L>
<L>Frees all my Saints from the thrall of a King,</L>
<L>And you of all humane Laws doth free,</L>
<L>And from all manner of jeopardie&punc;</L>
<L>The <HI>Germans</HI> it co&s;t ten millions or mo,</L>
<L>But you &s;hall have't for a thimble or two&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus he &s;et up in the Preachers &s;tall,</L>
<L>But &s;oon 'larg'd his &s;hop into <HI>Gold&s;miths</HI> Hall,</L>
<L>If he cou'd but &s;heere the brethren there,</L>
<L>He knew where to pick the Cavaleere,</L>
<L>And there his voteries in did bring</L>
<L>Their thimbles, and bodkins, their plate and their rings,</L>
<L>And the &s;ooner to bring their good Cau&s;e to an end,</L>
<L>No brother but his wife for a Hackny would lend;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus by the &s;i&s;ters a bank was made</L>
<L>(For t<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">e Divel and's wench) had a thriving trade)</L>
<L>The guelding <HI>Earl</HI> then doth he be&s;tride,</L>
<L>For now he's re&s;olv'd to get up and ride,</L>
<L>But <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">o body living was able to di&s;cern</L>
<L><HI>E&s;&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">x</HI> from the Divel, &s;o like was their horn,</L>
<L>Thus jealous ambition &s;oon did &s;end</L>
<L>His Favourite unto a merciful end.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Thomas</HI> next at his &s;ervice was,</L>
<L>(For the Divel nere wanted a Mule nor an A&s;s)</L>
<L>With <HI>William</HI> and <HI>Arthur</HI> a cour&s;ing he went,</L>
<L>And his <HI>Lurcher Noll</HI> &s;till follow'd the &s;cent,</L>
<L>The Royal STAG they run &s;o hard</L>
<L>That He was forc't to leave the Herd</L>
<L>And &s;ingled him unto <HI>London</HI> town</L>
<L>Where the Divel and's Band dogs tore him down:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Hogon Mogon</HI> Divel now</L>
<L>To whom all the world doth hail and bow!</L>
<L>His hou&s;e of Commons next he be&s;trides</L>
<L>Where like <HI>George</HI> on hor&s;e-back he rides?</L>
<L>Through Church and Crown he now makes &s;peed</L>
<L>(Though he need not have &s;pur'd &s;o forward a Steed)</L>
<L>And &s;till all our Coin runs away by &s;tealth</L>
<L>As the Divel had been in <HI>Common-wealth.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But here the <HI>Common-wealth</HI> had a rub</L>
<L>For they would be greater then <HI>Belze bub&punc;</HI></L>
<L>But that the Divel never could like,</L>
<L>And bids <HI>Beedle Noll</HI> to give them a kick;</L>
<L><HI>Pre&s;to</HI> begon, away then they went,</L>
<L>And left behind them a damnable &s;cent;</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Bel&s;ebub</HI> in di&s;content</L>
<L>Parted with his Fundament:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now he's advanced from the Peake</L>
<L>To the Pallace of an ample beake,</L>
<L>Who&s;e roof of Copper &s;hineth &s;o</L>
<L>It excells Saint <HI>Peters Cupello,</HI></L>
<L>And he likes his habitation well</L>
<L>For 'twas no one mantion but all hell,</L>
<L>And of furniture there was &s;uch &s;tore</L>
<L>The Deele nere met with the like before:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Noll</HI> and the Deele cop'd many a year,</L>
<L>Till the date of's Indenture now grew near;</L>
<L>Sick &s;ick &s;ick and the pains of hel</L>
<L>Upon old <HI>Noll</HI> as a Mortal fel</L>
<L>Though his <HI>Augurers</HI> told him he nere &s;hould dye,</L>
<L>Yet there his Prophet <HI>Goodwin</HI> did lye;</L>
<L>The deare&s;t friends they &s;ay mu&s;t part</L>
<L>So did <HI>Noll</HI> and the Divel with a heavy heart:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;illy <HI>Dick</HI> laid claim to the Throne,</L>
<L>But's Nuncles &s;aid 'twas theirs by adoption;</L>
<L>And now the Divel was put to his trump</L>
<L>And once more re&s;olves to &s;et up with the Rump,</L>
<L>But there the Varlet did &s;tink &s;o &s;ore</L>
<L><HI>England</HI> re&s;olv'd to endure't no more,</L>
<L>And &s;o th'infernal Merchant broke,</L>
<L>Hel never before receiv'd &s;uch a &s;troke.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hews and Cryes runs up and down,</L>
<L>In every Burrough, City and Town;</L>
<L>The Trayterous murderers is de&s;cried</L>
<L>And now he knows not where to hide,</L>
<L>Under the Lawyers gown he &s;tole,</L>
<L>But thence he was fetcht out by the pole,</L>
<L>And now not knowing where to be</L>
<L>In <HI>Hugh Peters</HI> he took &s;anctuarie:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But there's no fence again&s;t a flaile</L>
<L><HI>Hugh Peters</HI> could not be his Baile,</L>
<L>For all his thefts and Regicide</L>
<L>In <HI>Hugh Peters</HI> he mu&s;t be tride,</L>
<L>And is condemned to the Gallow Tree</L>
<L>Where he paid the Hangman his fee,</L>
<L>That's Executor in tru&s;t &s;hould be content</L>
<L>To fulfil his Will and Te&s;tament:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Unto his Si&s;ters he gave his <HI>Bable</HI></L>
<L>Which &s;tood in their &s;ervice as long as 'twas able,</L>
<L>And unto the Kirk his brains and eyes,</L>
<L>And unto the Queen of <HI>Morocco</HI> his thighs;</L>
<L>And this was <HI>Peters</HI> and <NOTE N="*" PLACE="foot"><HI>Harri&s;on</HI> promi&s;ed his people that he &s;hould ri&s;e again the third day; and his maid clen&s;ed the hou&s;e with much curi|o&s;ity, expecting him the Tue&s;day, the day after his Execution.</NOTE> <HI>Harri&s;ons</HI> plight</L>
<L>(But the Mayor brok, s word la&s;t tue&s;day night)</L>
<L>And &s;o the Divel parted withs train</L>
<L>Who a thou&s;and years hence means to &s;ee you again.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS,</TRAILER>
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