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<HEAD>UPON THE HAPPY AGREEMENT BETWEEN KING AND PARLIAMENT: AND THE Spani&s;h Prie&s;ts Bonefire, March 8. 1672.</HEAD>
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<L>WHat time a <HI>Storm Impended o're</HI> our <HI>State,</HI></L>
<L>Plotted by <HI>Forrain</HI> and <HI>Inte&s;tine</HI> Hate,</L>
<L>When <HI>Belgick Brutes,</HI> and <HI>Traitors</HI> had intent,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Vaux,</HI> to undermine our <HI>Parliament</HI>:</L>
<L>And with the Devil, undertook a Cour&s;e</L>
<L>To get by <HI>Fraud,</HI> what they ne'r could by <HI>Force</HI>:</L>
<L>When <HI>Brandy</HI> &s;ail'd, and nought remain'd to them</L>
<L>(Di&s;tre&s;&s;ed Devils) but a <HI>Stratagem</HI>;</L>
<L>When they had done all that the <HI>Dutch</HI> were able,</L>
<L>And found <HI>Deceit</HI> was &s;tronger then the <HI>Cable,</HI></L>
<L>From their <HI>Infernal</HI> Country &s;trait they come,</L>
<L><HI>Impo&s;tures,</HI> to out <HI>Seminary Rome</HI>;</L>
<L>And mong&s;t us &s;uch Dam'd Seeds of <HI>Di&s;cord</HI> &s;ow,</L>
<L>As might our&s;elves, whom none could el&s;e o're|throw.</L>
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<L>But <HI>Brittains</HI> Mighty <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> &s;oon lookt in,</L>
<L>And &s;aw the <HI>A&s;s</HI> coucht in the <HI>Lyon's</HI> Skin;</L>
<L>Making their clo&s;e&s;t <HI>Machins</HI> but his Mirth,</L>
<L>Alas! he &s;pi'd 'em, e're they gave 'um Birth:</L>
<L>And to the <HI>Members</HI> &s;uch a Speech began,</L>
<L>The Voyce of God they cry'd, and not of Man:</L>
<L>Each Sentence &s;o Serene was, and &s;o choice,</L>
<L>If 'twas not Gods, 'twas Gods <HI>Vicegerents</HI> Voice.</L>
<L>'Twas a Sub&s;tantial <HI>Word,</HI> a <HI>Word</HI> in Sea&s;on,</L>
<L>Archt o're with <HI>Honnour,</HI> underpropt with <HI>Rea&s;on</HI>;</L>
<L>So Gracious as his Auditors became,</L>
<L>His <HI>Subjects</HI> double, both of Joy and Shame:</L>
<L>So Sweet, &s;o Clean, &s;o Keen that every Word</L>
<L>Hew'd down more Lawrel then his Royal Sword.</L>
<L>Above 'em all they &s;aw his Glory Fly,</L>
<L>As high in <HI>Parts</HI> as <HI>Principallity</HI>;</L>
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<L>There he that worth Ten Thou&s;and of us was,</L>
<L>Did all the Wi&s;dom of his Realms &s;urpa&s;s,</L>
<L>They that di&s;puted, do them&s;elves de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>The People weak are, but the Prince is Wi&s;e;</L>
<L>My Lord the King, Wi&s;e as Gods Angel is,</L>
<L>Di&s;cerning what is right, and what's ami&s;s.</L>
<L>'Has given 'em now an under&s;tanding right,</L>
<L>Right as the Righteous Cau&s;e, for which we fight.</L>
<L>Now &s;hines the Sun in Uigor and full force,</L>
<L>And all the Glorious Stars ob&s;erve their Cour&s;e,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Royal</HI> Beams have &s;o Enlightned them,</L>
<L>Midnight cannot conceal a <HI>Stratagem.</HI></L>
<L>What <HI>Monarch</HI> in the World compares with ours.</L>
<L>Heads &s;uch a multitude of <HI>Councellours,</HI></L>
<L>Who while they well their proper <HI>Orbs</HI> maintain,</L>
<L>May (under him) be each a <HI>Soveraign</HI>;</L>
<L>They'r Wi&s;e then, that keep clo&s;e to &s;uch a Head,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Arms <HI>Expanded</HI> over <HI>Europe</HI> &s;pread:</L>
<L>So &s;hall th' <HI>Audacious Dutch,</HI> that Huff it thus,</L>
<L>Come Cap in hand, and <HI>Truckle</HI> under us.</L>
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<L>But now we Prai&s;e and thanks to Heaven return,</L>
<L>And in <HI>Bonefires,</HI> that Hagg <HI>Di&s;cention</HI> Burn;</L>
<L>Red Seas of Wine flow from each teeming <HI>Ter&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>As 'tware the <HI>Vintage</HI> of the <HI>&V;niver&s;e</HI>:</L>
<L><HI>Agreed, Agreed,</HI> they cry, O Heavenly Voyce,</L>
<L>The very Streets them&s;elves &s;eem'd to Rejoyce:</L>
<L>The <HI>Spani&s;h Prie&s;t,</HI> out did us all by odds,</L>
<L>We Burnt but <HI>Faggots,</HI> but he Burnt his <HI>Gods.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Thomas Vere,</HI> at the <HI>Angel</HI> without <HI>New-Gate.</HI> 1673.</P>
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