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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A PANEGYRICK Upon the en&s;uing SPRING.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>OH! Heavenly Calm thou merit'&s;t prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides thou ha&s;t la&s;ted now nine days,</L>
<L>And may I hope a longer &s;pace,</L>
<L REND="indent">'Twixt Thunder Cla&s;hing.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>The City too is now becalm'd,</L>
<L>Their Threats are unto Mourning turn'd,</L>
<L>Their pointed Pu&s;h is now adjourn'd,</L>
<L REND="indent">And kept from La&s;hing.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>But their Libels fly to every Shire,</L>
<L>As thick as Atomes in the Air,</L>
<L>To ripen all their Brethren there,</L>
<L REND="indent">For new Rebellion.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>This Di&s;appointment makes them Itch,</L>
<L>Their Limbs are crampt with the old Stitch,</L>
<L>Like Dogs in Strings, they Snarl and Twitch,</L>
<L REND="indent">Then lye to Spawn.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>The Doctor's bu&s;ie now at work,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><ADD>D^r Oates</ADD></NOTE></L>
<L>With his new Knights o'th' Po&s;t i'th' dark,</L>
<L>As <HI>Noah</HI> with all the World in's Ark,</L>
<L REND="indent">He's Catechizing.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>The Badger's buckling up his Legs</L>
<L>For the next Summer, peeps through the Hedge,</L>
<L>And hopes there's Brood in all the Eggs,</L>
<L REND="indent">That are Baptizing.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>The Tribe compos'd of <HI>Jew</HI> and <HI>Turk,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Tories of great worth,</L>
<L>Stand like a &s;olemn Holding forth,</L>
<L REND="indent">Conning their Le&s;&s;ons.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>The Senate &s;warms like ca&s;t out Bees,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><ADD>house of Com~ons</ADD></NOTE></L>
<L>And &s;quoils like Rooks i'th' tops of Trees,</L>
<L>Their Ne&s;ts as near each other lyes,</L>
<L REND="indent">Plotting Petitions.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L>Striving &s;till to rouze the Rout,</L>
<L>With many a dangerous &s;encele&s;s Doubt,</L>
<L>And make them ready to help out,</L>
<L REND="indent">When Lying fails 'um.</L>
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<LG N="10">
<HEAD>10.</HEAD>
<L>Pretended Griefs they do devi&s;e,</L>
<L>And <HI>Judas</HI>-like their Looks di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>Beg for redre&s;s upon their knees,</L>
<L REND="indent">When nothing ayls 'um.</L>
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<LG N="11">
<HEAD>11.</HEAD>
<L>Fears of the <HI>French</HI> they do deplore,</L>
<L>The native <HI>Papi&s;ts</HI> ten times more,</L>
<L>Yet &s;till to keep their Soveraign poor,</L>
<L REND="indent">They do endeavour.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>12.</HEAD>
<L>This &s;hews that they no credit give</L>
<L>To what they would have him believe,</L>
<L>This begging's for Prerogative,</L>
<L REND="indent">Sir under favour.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<HEAD>13.</HEAD>
<L>But when it comes, great comfort brings,</L>
<L>Poor Subjects Slaves, and Members Kings,</L>
<L>But Heaven, I hope, &s;tops &s;uch damn'd things,</L>
<L REND="indent">Rebels be quiet.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>14.</HEAD>
<L>Or by that Loyalty I &s;wear,</L>
<L>Which to my Soveraign Prince I bear,</L>
<L>I'le tell the World what Rogues you are,</L>
<L REND="indent">Can you deny it?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="15">
<HEAD>15.</HEAD>
<L>Come never threaten to Rebel,</L>
<L>Nor damn your Souls to &s;tingy Hell,</L>
<L>After your Bones are ba&s;ted well,</L>
<L REND="indent">You mu&s;t be Conquer'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="16">
<HEAD>16.</HEAD>
<L>Think not on forty one, nor eight,</L>
<L>That Pre&s;ident gives us &s;uch light,</L>
<L>Tho' few dare &s;peak, yet all dare fight,</L>
<L REND="indent">Till you be hamper'd.</L>
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<LG N="17">
<HEAD>17.</HEAD>
<L>Let not your guilt o'th' guiltle&s;s fall,</L>
<L>Nor Loyal Prelates <HI>Papi&s;ts</HI> call,</L>
<L>As if all were Rebels like you all,</L>
<L REND="indent">But <HI>Papi&s;ts.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="18">
<HEAD>18.</HEAD>
<L>Tru&s;t not too much to <HI>Tony's</HI> Wit,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><ADD>Earl of Shaftsbury</ADD></NOTE></L>
<L>Becau&s;e the Devil Licens'd it,</L>
<L>To draw you all into this Fit,</L>
<L REND="indent">Frenzy and Apish.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="19">
<HEAD>19.</HEAD>
<L>If he like <HI>Luxemburg</HI> with's Art,</L>
<L>Should let the Devil &s;poil his part,</L>
<L>His Wit is all not worth a <HI>F&mdash;<ADD>art</ADD></HI></L>
<L REND="indent">Then where's his Folo|wers?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="20">
<HEAD>20.</HEAD>
<L>Mouthe not &s;o much again&s;t the <HI>Duke,</HI></L>
<L>Nor feed black hopes with vain di&s;pute,</L>
<L>What God decrees none can confute,</L>
<L REND="indent">Nor <HI>Tony</HI> Hollowers.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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