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<HEAD>THE Di&s;&s;atisfied SUBJECT. OR, <HI>Covetou&s;ne&s;s,</HI> the De&s;truction of <HI>Religion,</HI> and <HI>Loyalty.</HI></HEAD>
<P><HI>To the Tune of,</HI> Let <HI>Mary</HI> live long.</P>
<P>Licen&s;e daccording to Order.</P>
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<LG>
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>BEhold in this Age</L>
<L>the loo&s;e and perfidious</L>
<L>are &s;eeming Religious:</L>
<L>They &s;wear to engage</L>
<L>The Truth to defend:</L>
<L>while they thrive and groich,</L>
<L>they will go thorough-&s;titch,</L>
<L>Like right hone&s;t Men:</L>
<L>yet touch but their Mammon,</L>
<L>yet touch but their Mammon,</L>
<L>And where are they then?</L>
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<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>If the Army this day,</L>
<L>the noble Commanders,</L>
<L>and Hero's of <HI>Flanders,</HI></L>
<L>Wou'd fight without Pay,</L>
<L>And venture their Lives:</L>
<L>if the King cou'd do all</L>
<L>without Taxes at all,</L>
<L>'Tis like they would own,</L>
<L>he was the be&s;t Monarch,</L>
<L>he was the be&s;t Monarch,</L>
<L>As ever was known.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>The King they love well,</L>
<L>and likewi&s;e the Nation,</L>
<L>without di&s;putation,</L>
<L>Our Foes they'd expell</L>
<L>At home and abroad;</L>
<L>nay the Troops they'd enlarge,</L>
<L>cou'd it be without Charge,</L>
<L>For a Cau&s;e &s;o divine:</L>
<L>but tell them of Taxes,</L>
<L>but tell them, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
<L>And then they repine.</L>
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<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Nay Presbyter <HI>Jack,</HI></L>
<L>that zealous Profe&s;&s;or,</L>
<L>and loyal Addre&s;&s;or,</L>
<L>He'll &s;tand to his Tack,</L>
<L>As tite as a Drum:</L>
<L>but at length he grows cold,</L>
<L>when he parts with his Gold,</L>
<L>From him and his Heirs,</L>
<L>the which he admires</L>
<L>the which he admires</L>
<L>Much more than his Prayers.</L>
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<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Religion's the Cry,</L>
<L>yet there are not many</L>
<L>that ever had any</L>
<L>I tell you; for why</L>
<L>There's little they mind,</L>
<L>but to rant, roar and &s;ing,</L>
<L>and cry, <HI>God &s;ave the King.</HI></L>
<L>Then off with their Drink,</L>
<L>is this true Religion?</L>
<L>is this true Religion?</L>
<L>Sirs, What do you think?</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>One &s;wears by his Soul,</L>
<L>that he's no Phili&s;tine,</L>
<L>but 'Zounds a good Chri&s;tian;</L>
<L>Then takes off his Bowl,</L>
<L>And &s;wears like a Lord,</L>
<L>that he loves the old way,</L>
<L>for to read as they pray:</L>
<L>'Tis ea&s;e for the Brain,</L>
<L>and when it is ended,</L>
<L>and when, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
<L>To drinking again.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>Now therefore between</L>
<L>the huffing young Hector,</L>
<L>and <HI>Jack</HI> the Projector,</L>
<L>In this pre&s;ent Scene,</L>
<L>Religion is to&s;t</L>
<L>like a Foot-ball about,</L>
<L>there's not many devout,</L>
<L>We find to our Co&s;t;</L>
<L>which makes us imagine,</L>
<L>which makes, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
<L>That Hone&s;ty's lo&s;t.</L>
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<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>Lets pray for the King,</L>
<L>let Ble&s;&s;ings attend him,</L>
<L>and Heaven defend him,</L>
<L>That under his Wing</L>
<L>We &s;ee happy days;</L>
<L>when the Storm is blown o'er,</L>
<L>we &s;hall flouri&s;h once more,</L>
<L>In &s;pight of our Foes,</L>
<L>let Angels &s;till guard him,</L>
<L>let Angels &s;till guard him,</L>
<L>Where-ever he goes.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back.</HI></P>
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