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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The downfall of the CHANCERY. OR, The Lavvyers Lamentation.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_FArewell Lords Commi&s;&s;ioners,</L>
<L>Your Hon'r lies a bleeding,</L>
<L>Injoyn the Hou&s;e (if you can)</L>
<L>To &s;tay their proceeding:</L>
<L>The Chancery's voted down,</L>
<L>Well may your good Lord&s;hips frown,</L>
<L>And take up this &s;ad tone,</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewell Ma&s;ter of the Rolles</L>
<L>You mu&s;t be outed,</L>
<L>The hou&s;e of <HI>Lenthals</HI> is</L>
<L>All-to-be-routed:</L>
<L><HI>Iack</HI> and <HI>Will.</HI> fat Knaves be,</L>
<L>And full of iniquity,</L>
<L>Take 'em Committees t'ee.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewell the &s;ix Clerks too,</L>
<L>Your Pride is falling,</L>
<L>You mu&s;t go ca&s;t about,</L>
<L>For a new Calling:</L>
<L>Humbly complain ye may,</L>
<L>But 'tis in vain to pray,</L>
<L>For y'are &s;ure to have Nay.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewell the Regi&s;ters,</L>
<L>(A &s;ad Di&s;mi&s;&s;ion)</L>
<L>You no more bribes mu&s;t take</L>
<L>For Expedition;</L>
<L>Farewell th' Examiners too,</L>
<L>Your which, when, where, and how,</L>
<L>Will get you little now.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewell that Goblin thing</L>
<L>Call'd a <HI>Sub poena,</HI></L>
<L>The hob-nail'd Country Clown,</L>
<L>Knows what I mean-a:</L>
<L>Over Mountain, over Bog,</L>
<L>The poor Bumkins this made jog,</L>
<L>Oh 'twas a dreadfull Pugg!</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Adiew, adiew, to Law,</L>
<L>And Equity too:</L>
<L>Alas poor Gownmen now</L>
<L>What will ye do?</L>
<L>You mu&s;t ee'n truckle it to</L>
<L>The holy militant Crew,</L>
<L>Marry, and a good &s;hift too,</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Like old Alm'nacks you will look,</L>
<L>When there's no pleading,</L>
<L>Or like the poor Cancell'd Peers,</L>
<L>(Titles are fading:)</L>
<L>When the Clients at your tayl,</L>
<L>And the good Angels fail,</L>
<L>You may bid the Squire farewell.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To <HI>Long-lane</HI> with your robes</L>
<L>If you are wi&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;ell the Cooks your Books</L>
<L>To put under Pies:</L>
<L>What need ye <HI>Littleton,</HI></L>
<L>Or the thing call'd a Gown,</L>
<L>Now your Trade's going down?</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You had be&s;t turn Gifted-men,</L>
<L>For y'are long winded,</L>
<L>And can cant Go&s;pel too,</L>
<L>If y'are &s;o minded:</L>
<L>Unle&s;&s;e you preach or fight,</L>
<L>And practi&s;e the new light,</L>
<L>Your Wor&s;hips may goe &s;hite.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewell the learned <HI>Cook,</HI></L>
<L>And his Reports,</L>
<L>Hee'll be of &s;mall account</L>
<L>When there's no Courts:</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Iohn-a-Nokes</HI> may well look pale,</L>
<L>Hee'l lo&s;e his Mannor of <HI>Dale,</HI></L>
<L>The &s;word will cut of th' Intayl,</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What will grim <HI>Brad&s;haw</HI> doe,</L>
<L>His hopes are routed?</L>
<L>To little purpo&s;e now,</L>
<L>His noddle&s;hips mooted,</L>
<L>(His face and name &s;uit well,</L>
<L>Black as the Prince of Hell,)</L>
<L>He may bid th' long robe farewell.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>What will Po&s;t <HI>Prid&mdash;</HI> doe now,</L>
<L>That pamperd Saint,</L>
<L>His greedy &s;tomack mu&s;t</L>
<L>Suffer a long Lent:</L>
<L>Shortly perhaps hee'l rue,</L>
<L>That he ere Church-lands knew,</L>
<L>(Good Devil take your due.)</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What will young <HI>Keble</HI> do,</L>
<L>When his Lord Sire</L>
<L>Is put be&s;ides his place?</L>
<L>(Alas poor Squire!)</L>
<L>Hee'l find th' ca&s;e altered,</L>
<L>His breath will &s;carce get bread,</L>
<L>To put in his Fools head.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What will old <HI>Marriot</HI> doe</L>
<L>When ther's no motions?</L>
<L>His Belly'll grumble &s;ure,</L>
<L>And rai&s;e commotions:</L>
<L>Every fart he lets fly,</L>
<L>Could it but &s;peak, would cry,</L>
<L>Hang up the Souldiery.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What will poor Scribes do now</L>
<L>For want of mony?</L>
<L>They mu&s;t live cha&s;t perforce,</L>
<L>No Coyn, no Coney:</L>
<L>The Goo&s;e quill goes to wrack,</L>
<L>This will make Bawds to crack,</L>
<L>Their trading will grow &s;lack.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewell good di&s;h and da&s;h,</L>
<L>No more long Scribles;</L>
<L>Howl and lament ye Whores,</L>
<L>And &s;train your Trebbles,</L>
<L>To &s;uch a dolefull height,</L>
<L>That it may move the State,</L>
<L>To pity your &s;ad E&s;tate.</L>
<L REND="indent"><HI>Ohone, Ohone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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