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<HEAD>ANOTHER BALLAD: Called the Libertines Lampoone: OR, The Curvets of Con&s;cience.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Thomas Venner,</HI> Or 60.</OPENER>
<BYLINE>Written by the Authour of the <HI>Geneva</HI> Ballad</BYLINE>
<LG>
<L>AS I examin'd my Con&s;cience,</L>
<L>All by my &s;elf;</L>
<L>My head was full of Non&s;ence:</L>
<L>After &s;even times turning,</L>
<L>Wor&s;e then a burning,</L>
<L>I found &s;he was a Way ward Elf.</L>
<L><HI>Ceremonious Oaths, and humane Laws offend her,</HI></L>
<L><HI>She's con&s;tant as a Weather-cock, and as a Mil&s;tone tender;</HI></L>
<L><HI>E'ne &s;uch another</HI> Prote&s;tant, <HI>as the old Witch of</HI> Ender.</L>
<L><HI>Halloo my Con&s;cience whither wilt thou go.</HI></L>
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<L>Trea&s;on &s;he &s;ays is Religion,</L>
<L>Sacriledge Zeal;</L>
<L>A Crow &s;he calls a Pidgeon:</L>
<L>She tells you further,</L>
<L>Plundering and Murther,</L>
<L>Do Service to the Common-weal.</L>
<L><HI>Ju&s;tice &s;he e&s;teemeth to be a very &s;low thing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Power Eccle&s;ia&s;tick, &s;he reckons as a low thing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And for an Act of Parliament &s;he counts it next to nothing;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Halloo my Con&s;cience,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>A <HI>Nonconformi&s;t</HI> to plea&s;e her,</L>
<L>Lately declar'd:</L>
<L>She's more a Prince then <HI>Cae&s;ar;</HI></L>
<L>Say what &s;he will &s;ay,</L>
<L>The&s;e fellows &s;till &s;ay,</L>
<L>She mu&s;t and ought to be heard.</L>
<L><HI>Though</HI> Mallice <HI>can corrupt her, and</HI> Avaric<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> <HI>can taint her,</HI></L>
<L>Pride <HI>can blow her up, and</HI> Hypocri&s;i <HI>can paint her,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And when</HI> Truth <HI>cryes her down Sedition can Saint her.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Halloo my Con&s;cience,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Changes &s;he can Ring a hundred</L>
<L>More then are good,</L>
<L>El&s;e it might be wondred,</L>
<L>In the mutations,</L>
<L>Of the&s;e three Nations</L>
<L>How upon her Legs &s;he hath &s;tood.</L>
<L><HI>For under the old</HI> Rumpers <HI>&s;he was enfore'd to truckle,</HI></L>
<L>Cromwel <HI>and his</HI> Jani&s;aries <HI>made her glad to buckle,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And when the King came in, &s;he got the trick to &s;muckle,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Halloo my Con&s;cience,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When <HI>Smec</HI> and the <HI>Independant</HI></L>
<L>Began to Cla&s;h:</L>
<L>She could fore&s;ee the end on't;</L>
<L>And as &s;oon as the day</L>
<L>Fir&s;t brake at <HI>Breda,</HI></L>
<L>She kept her &s;elf out of the la&s;h.</L>
<L><HI>Although of the Surplice &s;he never had a Rag on,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of all her nimble tricks, this &s;he hath cau&s;e to brag on,</HI></L>
<L><HI>She pitcht upon her Feet when</HI> Bell <HI>fought with the</HI> Dragon</L>
<L><HI>Halloo my,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Quite from bending and bowing,</L>
<L>She is declin'd:</L>
<L>To Theeing, and to Thouing,</L>
<L>Sects and per&s;wa&s;ions</L>
<L>All Modes and Fa&s;hions,</L>
<L>Of every &s;ort and kind.</L>
<L><HI>She was a</HI> Browni&s;t <HI>lately, an</HI> Anabapti&s;t <HI>newly,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And then &s;he fell to plainly, Verily and Truly:</HI></L>
<L><HI>But errors have no end, and factions want a</HI> Thule.</L>
<L><HI>Halloo my,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Such is her intricate winding</L>
<L>No Man can trace,</L>
<L>She loaths to hear of binding:</L>
<L>She's free and willing,</L>
<L>Although it be by killing</L>
<L>To run the Fanatick Race.</L>
<L><HI>He that can re&s;train her, may fix the &s;tars that wander,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cure the &s;its of</HI> Jealou&s;ie, <HI>or gag the Mouth of</HI> Slander:</L>
<L><HI>Sail without a</HI> Rudder, <HI>and rectifie</HI> Meander.</L>
<L><HI>Halloo my,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Drunk with the Doctrine of Tub<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">men</L>
<L>See how &s;he reels,</L>
<L>From Men of Law to Club-men,</L>
<L>This way and that way,</L>
<L>No man knows what way,</L>
<L>Un&s;teadfa&s;t as <HI>Phaetons</HI> Wheels:</L>
<L><HI>In</HI> Faith <HI>none more fervent, in</HI> Charity <HI>none colder,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As fiery as</HI> Bucephalus, <HI>and then blind</HI> Byard <HI>bolder:</HI></L>
<L><HI>She's too untame for</HI> Earth, <HI>and none but</HI> Hell <HI>can hold her.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I, I, 'tis thither, thither, &s;he may go.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>E. K.</HI> and <HI>Edward Thomas,</HI> and are to be &s;old at his Shop at the <HI>Adam</HI></P>
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