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<DATE>2008-03-07</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<VID>181997</VID>
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<HEAD>The STATES-MAN'S La&s;t Will and Te&s;tament; OR, His worthy Legacies left to his beloved Cronies, for whom he had a particular kindne&s;s.</HEAD>
<P>Tune of, <HI>O rare Popery.</HI></P>
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<LG>
<L>ALas! I am taken mo&s;t mon&s;trous ill.</L>
<L>Sweet Writer bring hither your Paper and Duill,</L>
<L>For here I am ready to male my la&s;t Will,</L>
<L><HI>And leave my Legacies, delicate Legacies,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Chanchellors Legacies, O.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>My wonderful portions I here will divide,</L>
<L>According as Merit my rea&s;on &s;hall guide,</L>
<L>Let <HI>Lucifer</HI> have my invintible Pride,</L>
<L><HI>Sing O brave Legacy, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Covetous heart now as hitter as Ball,</L>
<L>I leave to old Mi&s;ers in hopes that they &s;hall,</L>
<L>Like me get in Gold here the Devil and all,</L>
<L><HI>Sing O rare Legacies, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>My &s;mall Guts let hone&s;t Mu&s;itioners take,</L>
<L>That they of the &s;ame may Fiddle &s;trings make,</L>
<L>And then &s;crape my Guts till their very heartsake,</L>
<L><HI>Sing O brave Legacy, Chancellors Legacy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A delicate Legacy, O.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>And as for my Pole I will leave <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">,</L>
<L>To my deare&s;t Friend that makes pitiful moan,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e he has never a No&s;e of his own,</L>
<L><HI>Sing O rare Legacy, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My unruly Tongue which run at that rate,</L>
<L>And banteed men out of their rea&s;on of late,</L>
<L>I leave it to Fifth Women at Billing&s;gate,</L>
<L><HI>Sing O rare Legacy, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>My Brains I bequeath but I know not to who,</L>
<L>But hold, I remember the Je&s;uit Crew,</L>
<L>They'll &s;erve them for pletting more mi&s;chief to do;</L>
<L><HI>Sing O rare Legacy, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My old empty Skull to the Pope now &s;hall go,</L>
<L>In token of Favours which he did be&s;tow,</L>
<L>'T will make him a lu&s;ty large Punch Bowl I know,</L>
<L><HI>Sin O rare Legacy, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>My honoured Keverend Father the Pope,</L>
<L>He &s;ent his &s;weet Son here a &s;andiked Rope;</L>
<L>But I have no need of the &s;ame now I hope,</L>
<L><HI>I'll leave that Legacy, delicate Legacy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>no one of the Je&s;uit Crew.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>My lu&s;ty large Con&s;cience which Brives did receive,</L>
<L>To &s;ome Corrupt Lawyer I freely do leave,</L>
<L>That hone&s;t Men he may of Living hereane,</L>
<L><HI>A worthy Legacy, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>My Body I into the <HI>We&s;t</HI> do return,</L>
<L>It will make the Wives there a good butter Churnn,</L>
<L>Thus for my bad deeds I may do one good turn</L>
<L><HI>Sing O rare Legacy, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now &s;ign it and &s;eal it according to Law,</L>
<L>The Major &s;hall ne'er keep the Minor in awe,</L>
<L>Nor wrong them &s;o much as the weight of a &s;traw,</L>
<L><HI>Of the&s;e my Legacies, Chanchellors Legacies,</HI></L>
<L><HI>delicate Legacies, O.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed in the Year, 1689.</P>
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