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<HEAD>D^r WILD's Humble Thanks For His MAJESTIES Gracious DECLARATION for Liberty of Con&s;cience, March 15. 1672.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>No, not one word, can I of this Great Deed,</L>
<L>In <HI>Merlin,</HI> Old Mother <HI>Shipton</HI> read!</L>
<L>Old <HI>Tyburn</HI> take those <HI>Tychobrahe</HI> Imps,</L>
<L>As <HI>Silger,</HI> who would be accounted Pimps</L>
<L>To the Amorous Planets; they the Minute know,</L>
<L>When <HI>Jove</HI> did Cuckold old <HI>Amphitryo,</HI></L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">en <HI>Mars</HI> and made <HI>Venus</HI> wink and glances,</L>
<L>Their clo&s;e Conjunctions, and mid-night Dances.</L>
<L>When co&s;tive <HI>Saturn</HI> goes to &s;tool, and vile</L>
<L>Thief <HI>Mercury</HI> doth pick his Fob the while:</L>
<L>When Lady <HI>Luna</HI> leaks, and makes her man</L>
<L>Throw't out of Window into th' Ocean.</L>
<L>More &s;ubtle than the Exci&s;e-men here below,</L>
<L>What's &s;pent in every Sign in Heaven they know;</L>
<L>Cunning Intelligencers, they will not mi&s;s</L>
<L>To tell us next year, the &s;ucce&s;s of this;</L>
<L>They corre&s;pond with <HI>Dutch</HI> and <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Star,</L>
<L>As one once did with <HI>CHARLES</HI> and <HI>Oliver.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Bankers</HI> al&s;o might have, had they gone,</L>
<L>What Planet governe'd the Exchequer, known.</L>
<L>Old <HI>Lilly,</HI> though he did not love to make</L>
<L>Any words o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">'t &s;aw the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> take,</L>
<L>Five of the <HI>Smyrna</HI> Fleet, and if the Sign</L>
<L>Had been <HI>Aquarius,</HI> then they'd made them Nine</L>
<L>When <HI>Sagitarius</HI> took his aim to &s;hoot</L>
<L>At Bi&s;hop <HI>Co&s;in,</HI> he &s;pyed him no doubt;</L>
<L>And with &s;uch force the winged Arrow flew;</L>
<L>In&s;tead of one Church Stagg he killed two;</L>
<L><HI>Gloce&s;ter</HI> and <HI>Durbam</HI> when he e&s;py'd,</L>
<L>Let Lean and Fat go together he cry'd.</L>
<L>Well <HI>Wille Lilly</HI> thou knew'&s;t all this as well</L>
<L>As I, and yet would&s;t not their Lord&s;hips tell.</L>
<L>I know thy Plea too, and mu&s;t it allow,</L>
<L><HI>PRELATES</HI> &s;hould know as much of Heaven as thou:</L>
<L>But now Friend <HI>William,</HI> &s;ince its done and pa&s;t,</L>
<L>Pray thee, give us <HI>Phanaticks</HI> but one Ca&s;t,</L>
<L>What thou fore&s;aw'&s;t of <HI>March</HI> the Fifteenth La&s;t;</L>
<L>When &s;wift and &s;udden as the Angels flye,</L>
<L>Th' Declaration for Con&s;cience-Liberty;</L>
<L>When things of Heaven bur&s;t from the Royal Brea&s;t,</L>
<L>More fragrant than the Spices of the Ea&s;t.</L>
<L>I know in next year's Almanack thou'lt write,</L>
<L>Thou &s;aw'&s;t the King and Council over-night,</L>
<L>Before that morn, all &s;it in Heaven as plain</L>
<L>To be di&s;cern'd, as if 'twere <HI>Charles's Waine,</HI></L>
<L>Great <HI>B,</HI> great <HI>L,</HI> and two great <HI>AA's</HI> were chief</L>
<L>Under Great <HI>CHARLES</HI> to give poor <HI>Fan's</HI> relief:</L>
<L>Thou &s;awe&s;t Lord <HI>Arlington</HI> ordain the man.</L>
<L>To be the fir&s;t Lay Metropolitan.</L>
<L>Thou &s;aw'&s;t him give induction to a <HI>Spittle,</HI></L>
<L>And con&s;titute our Brother <HI>TOM-DOE-LITTLE.</HI></L>
<L>In the <HI>Bears</HI> Paw, and the <HI>Bulls</HI> right Eye,</L>
<L>Some Detriment to Prie&s;ts thou did&s;t e&s;pye;</L>
<L>And though by <HI>Sol</HI> in <HI>Libra</HI> thou did&s;t know</L>
<L>Which way the Scale of Policy would go;</L>
<L>Yet <HI>Mercury</HI> in <HI>Aries</HI> did decree.</L>
<L>That <HI>Wool</HI> and <HI>Lamb</HI> &s;hould &s;till <HI>Conformi&s;ts</HI> be.</L>
<L>But hark-you <HI>Will,</HI> Steer-poching is not fair;</L>
<L>Had you among&s;t the Steers found this March-Hare,</L>
<L>Bred of that lu&s;ty Pu&s;s the Good Old Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Religion re&s;cued from Informing Laws;</L>
<L>You &s;hould have yelpt aloud, hanging's the end,</L>
<L>By Hunt&s;mens Rule, of Hounds that will not &s;pend.</L>
<L>Be gone thou and thy canting-Tribe, be gone;</L>
<L>Go tell thy de&s;tiny to followers none:</L>
<L>Kings Hearts and Councils are too deep for thee,</L>
<L>And for thy Stars and <HI>Doemons</HI> &s;crutinie.</L>
<L>King <HI>CHARLES</HI> Return was much above thy skill</L>
<L>To fumble out, as 'twas again&s;t thy will.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">rom him who can the Hearts of Kings in&s;pire,</L>
<L>Not from the <HI>Planets,</HI> came that Sacred Fire</L>
<L>Of Soveraign Love, which broke into a Flame;</L>
<L>From God and from his King alone it came.</L>
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<HEAD>To the KING.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SO great, &s;o univer&s;al, and &s;o free!</L>
<L>This was too much great <HI>CHARLES,</HI> except for Thee,</L>
<L>For any King to give a Subject hope:</L>
<L>To do thus like Thee, would undo the Pope.</L>
<L>Yea, tho his Va&s;&s;als &s;hould their wealth combine,</L>
<L>To buy Indulgence half &s;o large as thine;</L>
<L>No, if they &s;hould not only ki&s;s his Toe,</L>
<L>But <HI>Clement's Podex,</HI> he'd not let them goe.</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t Thou to's &s;hame, Thy immortal glory,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t freed <HI>All-Souls</HI> from real Purgatory;</L>
<L>And given <HI>All-Saints</HI> in Heav'n new Joys, to &s;ee</L>
<L>Their friends in <HI>England</HI> keep a Jubilee.</L>
<L>Su&s;pect them not, Great Sir, nor think the wor&s;e;</L>
<L>For &s;udden joys like grief, confound at fir&s;t.</L>
<L>The &s;plendor of your favour was &s;o bright,</L>
<L>That yet it dazles and o'rewhelms our &s;ight;</L>
<L>Drunk with her cups, my Mu&s;e did nothing mind;</L>
<L>And until now, her feet &s;he could not find.</L>
<L>Greedine&s;s makes profa'ne&s;s i' th' fir&s;t place;</L>
<L>Hungry men fill their bellies, then &s;ay grace.</L>
<L>We wou'd make Bonfires, but that we do fear</L>
<L>The name of <HI>Incend'ary</HI> we may hear.</L>
<L>We wou'd have Mu&s;ick too, but 'twill not doo,</L>
<L>For all the Fidlers are <HI>Conformi&s;ts</HI> too.</L>
<L>Nor can we ring, the angry Churchman &s;wears,</L>
<L>(By the King's leave) the Bells and Ropes are theirs.</L>
<L>And let 'em take 'em, for our tongues &s;hall &s;ing</L>
<L>Your Honour louder than their Clappers ring.</L>
<L>Nay, if they will not at this Grace repine,</L>
<L>We'l dre&s;s the Vineyard, they &s;hall drink the Wine.</L>
<L>Their Church &s;hall be the Mother, ours the Nur&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>Peter</HI> &s;hall preach, <HI>Judas</HI> &s;hall bear the pur&s;e.</L>
<L>No <HI>Bi&s;hops, Par&s;ons, Vicars, Curates,</HI> we,</L>
<L>But only <HI>Mini&s;ters</HI> de&s;ire to be.</L>
<L>We'l preach in Sackcloth, they &s;hall read in Silk.</L>
<L>We'l feed the Flock, and let them take the Milk.</L>
<L>Let but the <HI>Black-birds</HI> &s;ing in bu&s;hes cold,</L>
<L>And may the <HI>Jack-dawes</HI> &s;till the Steeples hold.</L>
<L>We'l be the Feet, the <HI>Back</HI> and <HI>Hands,</HI> and they</L>
<L>Shall be the <HI>Belly,</HI> and devour the <HI>Prey,</HI></L>
<L>The Tythe-pigg &s;hall be theirs, we'l turn the &s;pit,</L>
<L>We'l bear the <HI>Cro&s;s,</HI> they only <HI>&s;ign</HI> with it.</L>
<L>But if the Patriarchs &s;hall envy &s;how</L>
<L>To &s;ee their younger-Brother <HI>Jo&s;eph</HI> go</L>
<L>In Coat of divers colours, and &s;hall fall</L>
<L>To rend it, 'cau&s;e it's not Canonical:</L>
<L>Then may they find him turn a Dreamer too,</L>
<L>And live them&s;elves to &s;ee his Dream come true.</L>
<L>May rather they and we together joyn</L>
<L>In all what each can; But they have the <HI>Coyn</HI>:</L>
<L>With <HI>Prayers</HI> and <HI>Tears</HI> &s;uch &s;ervice much avail:</L>
<L>With <HI>Tears</HI> to &s;well your <HI>Seas,</HI> with <HI>Prayers</HI> your <HI>Sails</HI>;</L>
<L>And with Men too, from both our parties; &s;uch</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure we have, can cheat, or beat, the <HI>Dutch.</HI></L>
<L>A Thou&s;and <HI>Quakers,</HI> Sir, our &s;ide can &s;pare;</L>
<L>Nay, two or three, for they great <HI>Breeders</HI> are.</L>
<L>The Church can match us too with Jovial Sirs,</L>
<L><HI>Informers, Singing-men</HI> and <HI>Paraters.</HI></L>
<L>Let the King try, &s;et the&s;e upon the Decks</L>
<L>Together, they will <HI>Dutch</HI> or <HI>Devil</HI> vex.</L>
<L>Their Breath will mi&s;chief further than a Gun.</L>
<L>And if you lo&s;e them, you'l not be undone.</L>
<L>Pardon dread Sir, nay pardon this coar&s;e Paper,</L>
<L>Your Licen&s;e 'twas made this poor Poet caper.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>ITER BOREALE.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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