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<DATE>2008-08-02</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080722.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>A CONGRATULATION On the Happy Di&s;covery of the <HI>Helli&s;h Fanatick, Plot.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Now, now the Fight's done.</HI></OPENER>
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<HEAD>[1]</HEAD>
<L>COme now let's rejoyce, &amp; the City Bells ring,</L>
<L>and the Bonefires kindle, whil&s;t unto the <HI>King</HI></L>
<L>We pay on our knees the grand tribute that's due,</L>
<L>Of thanks and oblation, which now we renew,</L>
<L>For Mercies that we have received of late,</L>
<L>From Prudence and Ju&s;tice diverting our Fate.</L>
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<LG N="2">
<HEAD>[1]</HEAD>
<L>The Curtain is drawn, and the Clouds are di&s;per&s;t;</L>
<L>The <HI>Plot</HI>'s come to light, that in darkne&s;s did ne&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Jack Calvin</HI>'s di&s;play'd with his Colours in grain:</L>
<L>And who were the Traytors and Villains 'tis plain:</L>
<L>The Traps that they laid, &amp; the &s;nares that they &s;et,</L>
<L>Have caught them at la&s;t in their own &s;illy Net.</L>
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<HEAD>[3]</HEAD>
<L>The Foreman him&s;elf, that Off-&s;pring of Hell,</L>
<L>In who&s;e wicked Brea&s;t all Trea&s;on doth dwell,</L>
<L>To the <HI>Tower</HI> was &s;ent, with his Triple Name,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t the Triple-tree groans for his Carca&s;s again.</L>
<L>And many Rogues more their Leader will follow</L>
<L>Unto the &s;ame place, whil&s;t we whoop &amp; hollow.</L>
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<HEAD>[4]</HEAD>
<L>The Libelling Tribe that &s;o long have Reign'd,</L>
<L>And &s;owed Sedition, &s;hall now be Arraign'd;</L>
<L>Their Sham &amp; their Lies &s;hall do them no good,</L>
<L>When they come to the tree, there's no &s;hamming that wood:</L>
<L><HI>Jan.</HI> &amp; <HI>Curtis</HI> in the forlorn hope,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Vile Smith</HI> &amp; <HI>Care</HI> &s;hall neck the next Rope.</L>
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<HEAD>[5]</HEAD>
<L>So, &s;o, let them dye that would Monarchs de&s;troy,</L>
<L>And &s;pit all their Venom our Land to annoy:</L>
<L>If that their Pow'r were to their Malice equal,</L>
<L>And their Courage the &s;ame, they'd &s;oon ruine all;</L>
<L>But their Courage is low, &amp; their Power but &s;mall;</L>
<L>Their Trea&s;on is High, and mu&s;t have a Fall.</L>
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<HEAD>[6]</HEAD>
<L>When <HI>Trojans</HI> of old (our Ance&s;tors) were</L>
<L>in danger of Shipwrack, and to&s;s'd here &amp; there</L>
<L>Great <HI>Neptune</HI> &s;oon quell'd tho&s;e Rebels &amp; Storms,</L>
<L>Withbrandi&s;hed trident, &amp; free'd them from ha<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ms;</L>
<L>They fled from his Face, through the guilt of then cau&s;e,</L>
<L>As the&s;e from our Lion, if he &s;tretch out his paws</L>
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<HEAD>[7]</HEAD>
<L>Go Devils, be gone to the Region below,</L>
<L>Here's no bus'ne&s;s of yours, or ought left to do:</L>
<L>No Tempter we need, we can act all our &s;elves,</L>
<L>Without any help from you &s;ily Elves;</L>
<L>For what <HI>Presbyter</HI> acts, he thinks a di&s;grace</L>
<L>All Hell &s;hould out-do him, or dare &s;hew their face.</L>
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<LG N="8">
<HEAD>[8]</HEAD>
<L>For produce all the ill that Hell ever hatch'd,</L>
<L>'Tis nothing at all, when it comes to be match'd</L>
<L>With what has been Plotted by Traytors of late,</L>
<L>Who aim'd at the Ruine of Church, &amp; of State:</L>
<L>By Perjury, Bribes, by &s;ubborning all Evil,</L>
<L>By Murther, &amp; wor&s;e Than e're came from th' D.</L>
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<HEAD>[9]</HEAD>
<L>Now <HI>Presbyter</HI> come and &s;ubmit thy &s;tiff Neck,</L>
<L>Thou labour'&s;t in vain our great Monarch to check;</L>
<L>Who&s;e Power Divine no Mortals controul,</L>
<L>But hazard the lo&s;s of both Body and Soul:</L>
<L>Then bani&s;h for ever your <HI>Commonwealth</HI> hope,</L>
<L>Which tends to de&s;truction, &amp; ends in a Rope.</L>
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<HEAD>EPILOG&V;E.</HEAD>
<L>With Wine of all &s;orts let the Conduits run free,</L>
<L>And each true heart drink the <HI>K.</HI>'s H<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">on his knee</L>
<L>No Trea&s;on &s;hall lodge in our brea&s;ts while we live</L>
<L>To <HI>God,</HI> and to <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> their Due we will give;</L>
<L>We'l pray with our hearts, &amp; fight with our hands,</L>
<L>Again&s;t all <HI>Fanat.</HI> when great <HI>Charles</HI> commands.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>Nat. Thomp&s;on</HI> next the <HI>Cro&s;s-Keys</HI> in <HI>Fetterlane,</HI> 1682.</P>
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