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<HEAD>THE COBLERS LAST VVill and Te&s;tament: <HI>Or,</HI> The Lord <HI>HEWSON'S</HI> Tran&s;lation.</HEAD>
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<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>TO Chri&s;tians all I greeting &s;end,</L>
<L>That they may learn their <HI>&s;ouls</HI> to mend</L>
<L>By viewing of my <HI>Cobler's End.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>II,</HEAD>
<L>Fir&s;t, to the New Lords I would give <HI>All,</HI></L>
<L>But that (like me) they'r like to fall,</L>
<L>Though Heartle&s;s <HI>Fleetwood</HI> has no Gall,</L>
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<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Yet he de&s;erves this Legacy,</L>
<L>ROPE take you all, well may I cry,</L>
<L>You're Murderers as well as I.</L>
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<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>And will thus (Wry-neck) end your race,</L>
<L>Since wilful Murther hath no place</L>
<L>In the late Parliaments Act of Grace.</L>
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<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>My <HI>Paring-Knife</HI> I'le <HI>Lambert</HI> give,</L>
<L>He may have u&s;e on'c if he live,</L>
<L>For's Throat as well as his Brow, I believe.</L>
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<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>But <HI>Richard</HI> and <HI>Harry</HI> I have forgot,</L>
<L>Shall I give them my <HI>Hammers?</HI> No, I wil not,</L>
<L>For they did not &s;trike while th' Iron was hot.</L>
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<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Vane</HI> take my <HI>Bends,</HI> and <HI>Wilks</HI> my <HI>Clue,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Atkins</HI> my Ho&s;e of Saffron Hue;</L>
<L>But <HI>Gregory</HI> &s;aith my Clothes are his due.</L>
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<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>My <HI>Cu&s;hion</HI> wil fit Queen <HI>Dowager</HI> Cromwel,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Shipton</HI> Wife's Prophecy &s;he doth thumb-wel,</L>
<L>In Chair of State 'twil ea&s;e her Bum-wel.</L>
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<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>For <HI>Oliver</HI> thou did&s;t &s;et me on high,</L>
<L>I aim'd not at it, though I winkt of an eye,</L>
<L>Yet I wi&s;h not now to come thee nigh.</L>
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<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>For &s;ure ere this thou'lt burn with thy no&s;e,</L>
<L>Which out of thy no&s;th rills brim&s;tone throws;</L>
<L>Would thou wert here to &s;inge my foes.</L>
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<HEAD>XI.</HEAD>
<L>There is another Lord that's <HI>Rich,</HI></L>
<L>To cure the City who&s;e fingers did itch,</L>
<L>But onely <HI>I</HI> went <HI>thorow-&s;titch.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>XII.</HEAD>
<L>And yet they &s;ay <HI>I</HI> was out of my trade,</L>
<L>When as <HI>Phlebotomy I</HI> made;</L>
<L>Some Chirurgion to doe't, <HI>I</HI>'de better have paid.</L>
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<HEAD>XIII.</HEAD>
<L>Ill-looking-death turn back thy &s;haft,</L>
<L>If <HI>Charon</HI> me ore-Styx &s;hould waft,</L>
<L>It would di&s;grace our Gentle-craft.</L>
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<HEAD>XIV.</HEAD>
<L><HI>I</HI>'th Good Old Cau&s;e <HI>I</HI> traded &s;till,</L>
<L>But in't my Lord&s;hip &s;melt &s;ome ill,</L>
<L>To mend it though, prov'd pa&s;t my skill.</L>
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<HEAD>XV.</HEAD>
<L>Therefore to <HI>Tyburn</HI> I mu&s;t ride,</L>
<L>Although it cannot be deny'd,</L>
<L>But that I have liv'd &s;ingle-ey'd.</L>
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<HEAD>XVI.</HEAD>
<L>And if my foes would do me right,</L>
<L>They'l &s;ay, I've &s;et the crooked &s;treight,</L>
<L>Why then <HI>I</HI> am a man upright.</L>
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<HEAD>XVII.</HEAD>
<L><HI>I</HI> wi&s;h the Jury find it &s;o,</L>
<L><HI>John Lilburns</HI> Jury would &s;ay, no;</L>
<L>Stitch up the Lord, let the Cobler go.</L>
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<HEAD>XVIII.</HEAD>
<L>But 'tis no je&s;ting matter <HI>I</HI> trow,</L>
<L>For <HI>I</HI> can't laugh, although you do;</L>
<L>Yet may make a wry-mouth, or &s;o.</L>
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<HEAD>XIX.</HEAD>
<L>Before when we debauch'd the Nation,</L>
<L>Wee could have vouch'd our Reformation,</L>
<L>By a day or two of Humiliation.</L>
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<HEAD>XX.</HEAD>
<L>Now 'tis not currant pay, for <HI>I</HI></L>
<L>Have wail'd my &s;ins, and yet they cry,</L>
<L>Hang him, he weeps but with one eye.</L>
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