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<NAME>Elspeth Healey</NAME>
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<HEAD>Tom. Brown's LETTER From the SHADES, to the <HI>French King in Purgatory.</HI></HEAD>
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<Q>Facit indignatio Ver&s;um.</Q>
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<L>AND wilt thou leave Young <HI>Jemmy</HI> in the lurch?</L>
<L>A plague confound the Doctors of thy Church.</L>
<L>And &s;o abandon poor <HI>Italian Molly,</HI></L>
<L>That had the &s;irking of thy Bumm with Holly!</L>
<L>Were I thy Confe&s;&s;or, who am thy Martyr,</L>
<L>Do&s;t think that I'd allow thee any Quarter,</L>
<L>No&mdash;thou &s;hould&s;t find what 'tis to be a Starter.</L>
<L>Lord! with what mon&s;trous Lies, and &s;en&s;ele&s;s Shams,</L>
<L>Have we been cullied all along at <HI>Sams.</HI></L>
<L>Who cou'd have e'er believ'd, unle&s;s in Spight,</L>
<L><HI>Lewis le Grand</HI> wou'd turn rank <HI>Williamite</HI>?</L>
<L>Thou, that ha&s;t look'd &s;o fierce, and talk'd &s;o big,</L>
<L>In thy Old Age, to dwindle to a <HI>Whig,</HI></L>
<L>By Heaven I &s;ee thou'rt in thy Heart a Prig.</L>
<L>I'd not be for a Million in thy Jerkin.</L>
<L>'Fore <HI>George</HI> thy Soul's no bigger than a Gerkin.</L>
<L>H'a&s;t thou for this &s;pent &s;o much <HI>Ready Rhino</HI></L>
<L>Now, what the plague will become of <HI>Jure Divino</HI>?</L>
<L>A Change &s;o mon&s;trous I cou'd ne'er have thought,</L>
<L>Though <HI>Partridge</HI> all his Stars to vouch it, brought,</L>
<L>S'life I'll not take thy Honour for a Groat.</L>
<L>Ev'n Oaths with thee, are only things of Cour&s;e,</L>
<L>Thou, 'Zoons thou art a Monarch for a Hor&s;e.</L>
<L>Of Kings di&s;tre&s;s'd thou art a fine Securer,</L>
<L>Thou make'&s;t me Swear, that am a known <HI>Non-Juror.</HI></L>
<L>But tho' I &s;wear thus, as I &s;aid before,</L>
<L>Know, King, I'll place it all upon thy Score,</L>
<L>Were <HI>Job</HI> alive and banter'd by &s;uch Shufflers,</L>
<L>He'd out-rail <HI>Oats,</HI> and Cur&s;e both thee and <HI>Bouflers.</HI></L>
<L>For thee I've lo&s;t, if I can rightly &s;can 'em,</L>
<L>Two Livings worth full Eight&s;core Pounds <HI>per Annum.</HI></L>
<L>Then Gee&s;e and Pigs my Table ne'er did fail,</L>
<L>And Tyth-Eggs merrily flew in like hail,</L>
<L>My Barns with Corn, my Cellars cramm'd with Ale.</L>
<L>The Dice are chang'd, for now, as I'm a &s;inner,</L>
<L>The Devil, for me knows where to buy a Dinner.</L>
<L>I might as &s;oon, tho' I were ne'er &s;o willing,</L>
<L>Rai&s;e a whole Troop of Hor&s;e, as one poor Shilling.</L>
<L>My <HI>Spou&s;e,</HI> ala&s;s! mu&s;t flaunt in Silks no more,</L>
<L>Pray Heaven for Su&s;tenance &s;he turn not whore;</L>
<L>And Daughter <HI>Peggy</HI> too, in time I fear,</L>
<L>Will learn to take a Stone up in her Ear.</L>
<L>My Friends have ba&s;ely left me with my place,</L>
<L>What's wor&s;e, my very Pimples bilk my face.</L>
<L>And frankly my Condition to di&s;clo&s;e,</L>
<L>I mo&s;t re&s;ent the ungratitude of my No&s;e,</L>
<L>On which tho' I have &s;pent of Wine &s;uch &s;tore,</L>
<L>It now looks paler than my Tavern &s;core.</L>
<L>My double Chin's di&s;mantled, and my Coat is</L>
<L>Pa&s;t its be&s;t days, <HI>in Verbo Sacerdotis.</HI></L>
<L>My Breeches too this Morning, to my wonder,</L>
<L>I found grown Schi&s;maticks, and fallen a&s;under.</L>
<L>When fir&s;t I came to Town with Hou&s;hold-Clog,</L>
<L>Rings, Watch, and &s;o forth, fairly went for prog,</L>
<L>The Ancient Fathers next in whom I boa&s;ted,</L>
<L>Were &s;oon exchang'd for primitive Boil'd and Roa&s;ted.</L>
<L>Since 'tis no Sin of Books to be a Glutton,</L>
<L>I truck'd St. <HI>Au&s;tin</HI> for a Leg of Mutton.</L>
<L>Old <HI>Jerom</HI>'s Volumes next I made a Rape on,</L>
<L>And melted down that Father for a Capon.</L>
<L>When the&s;e were gone, my Bowels not to balk,</L>
<L>I tre&s;pa&s;s'd mo&s;t <HI>enormou&s;ly</HI> in Chalk.</L>
<L>But long I had not quarter'd upon tick,</L>
<L>E'er Chri&s;tian Faith, I found grew mon&s;truous &s;ick:</L>
<L>And now, ala&s;! when my larv'd Entrai<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">s croke,</L>
<L>At <HI>Partner How</HI>'s I Dine and Sup on Smoke.</L>
<L>In fine, the Government may do its Will,</L>
<L>But I'm afraid my Guts will grumble &s;till.</L>
<L><HI>Dennis</HI> of <HI>Sicily,</HI> as Books relate Sir,</L>
<L>When he was tumbled from the Regal State Sir,</L>
<L>(Which by the by I hope will be your Fate Sir,)</L>
<L>And his good Subjects left him in the lurch</L>
<L>Turn'd Pedagogue, and Tyranniz'd in Birch:</L>
<L>Tho' thus the Spark was taken a Peg lower,</L>
<L>Some feeble &s;igns of his old State he bore,</L>
<L>And Reign'd o'er Boys that Govern'd Men before.</L>
<L>For thee I wi&s;h &s;ome Puni&s;hment that wor&s;e is,</L>
<L>Since thou 'a&s;t &s;poil'd my Prayers, now that my Cur&s;es.</L>
<L>May thy Affairs (for &s;o I wi&s;h by Heavens)</L>
<L>All the World o'er at Sixes ly and Sevens.</L>
<L>May <HI>Maintenon,</HI> tho' thou &s;o long ha&s;t kept her;</L>
<L>With Brand-Venereal &s;inge thy Royal Scepter.</L>
<L>May all the Poets, that thy Fame have &s;catter'd,</L>
<L>Un-god thee now, and Damn what once they flatter'd</L>
<L>The Pope, and Thou, be never Cater C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="2+ letters">ns,</L>
<L>And <HI>Fi&s;tulas</HI> thy Ar&s;e-hole &s;eize by Dozens.</L>
<L>Thus far in je&s;t; but now, to pin the basket,</L>
<L>May'&s;t thou to <HI>England</HI> come of <HI>Jove</HI> I a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">k it.</L>
<L>Thy wretched Fortune, <HI>Lewis,</HI> there to prop,</L>
<L>I hope thou'lt in the <HI>Fryars</HI> take a Shop.</L>
<L>Turn Puny Barber there, bleed lou&s;y Carmen,</L>
<L>Cut Corns for Chimney Sweepers, and &s;uch Vermin,</L>
<L>Be forc'd to Trim (for &s;uch I'm &s;ure thy Fate is,)</L>
<L>Thy own <HI>Hugonots</HI> and Us <HI>Non-Jurors</HI> gratis.</L>
<L>May all this happen, as I've put my Pen <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1+ words">,</L>
<L>And may all <HI>Chri&s;tian</HI> People &s;ay <HI>Amen</HI> to<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">.</L>
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<P>LONDON: <HI>Printed for</HI> Will. Jack about.</P>
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