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<HEAD><HI>A Pro&s;pective-Gla&s;s</HI> FOR CHRISTIANS; To behold the Reigning Sins of this AGE:</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">OR, The Complaint of <HI>Truth</HI> and <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> again&s;t <HI>Pride, Envy, Hatred</HI> and <HI>Malice;</HI> which is too much Practis'd in this pre&s;ent AGE.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune of <HI>Mon&s;trous Women.</HI></OPENER>
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<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
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<L>AS in a Slumber I was laid,</L>
<L>poor Con&s;cience was making moan;</L>
<L>I &s;aw &s;weet Truth in Rags array'd,</L>
<L>dejected and all alone:</L>
<L>I tell you the Aged as well as the Youth,</L>
<L>They &s;lighted and hated poor Con&s;cience in Truth,</L>
<L>But Di&s;&s;imulation there's thou&s;ands will &s;ooth:</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>O Folly de&s;perate Folly,</HI></L>
<L><HI>What will this World come to?</HI></L>
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<L>Sweet Truth immediately reply'd,</L>
<L>the Nation may well complain,</L>
<L>The Heart of Man is fill'd with Pride,</L>
<L>and Malice does Rule and Reign:</L>
<L>Ah Con&s;cience! I tell thee I find thou art poor,</L>
<L>I &s;ee thou art Naked and turn'd out of door,</L>
<L>The World &s;ure was never &s;o wicked before;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>O Folly, de&s;perate Folly,</HI></L>
<L><HI>What will this World come to?</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Some Men we find will rant and rear,</L>
<L>and call it a merry Life,</L>
<L>And oftentimes Embrace a Whore,</L>
<L>and ruin an hone&s;t Wife:</L>
<L>A Draggle-Tayl Drab they will cuddle and ki&s;s,</L>
<L>And call her &s;ometimes the Perfection of Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>For every Ra&s;cal mu&s;t now have his Mi&s;s;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>O Folly, de&s;perate Folly,</HI></L>
<L><HI>What will this World come to?</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
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<L>Young Harlots do like Porters ply,</L>
<L>at every turning down,</L>
<L>And when a Cully do's draw nigh,</L>
<L>their Fair is but half a Crown:</L>
<L>Then &s;trait they both in a Coach mu&s;t be put,</L>
<L>The huffing young Gallant, the draggle-tayl Slut,</L>
<L>While good hone&s;t People do walk it on Foot;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>O Folly, de&s;perate Folly,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>The Pride of Women in this Land,</L>
<L>was never in <HI>Eve</HI> our Mother;</L>
<L>See how their Top-Knots they do &s;tand,</L>
<L>one Story above another!</L>
<L>Their Necks are naked, their Brea&s;ts open wide,</L>
<L>Black Patches, now Powder'd and Painted be&s;ide,</L>
<L>I think that the Devil's in Women for Pride;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>O Folly, de&s;perate Folly,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Some Men will &s;ay the Crow's not Black,</L>
<L>thus flatter before your Face,</L>
<L>Then cut your Throat behind your Back,</L>
<L>and that in a little &s;pace:</L>
<L>Their Smiles &s;hall be pre&s;ently turn'd to a Frown</L>
<L>They'll do what they can for to tumble you down,</L>
<L>And ruin a Neighbour for le&s;s than a Crown;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>O Malice, de&s;perate Malice, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The down-right Man that cannot cog,</L>
<L>nor flatter his Friend at all,</L>
<L>Nor fawn, like to a Spaniel Dog,</L>
<L>is often run down by all:</L>
<L>But he that hath a &s;mooth Tongue to comply,</L>
<L>Can Complement, Flatter, Di&s;&s;emble and Lye,</L>
<L>Oh this is an hone&s;t Man, &s;traight they will cry;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Oh Folly, de&s;perate Folly,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Rich we find has many Friends,</L>
<L>the poor they have few or none;</L>
<L>But when this painful Life it ends,</L>
<L>we then &s;hall be all as one:</L>
<L>The wealthy Rich Mi&s;er, and crafty old Knave,</L>
<L>He &s;hall with the poor Man, lye down in the Grave</L>
<L>He &s;hall but a Shroud or a Winding-&s;heet have;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>O Mortals, covetuous Mortals,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Death we mu&s;t all come to.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Then what's the Glory of this World,</L>
<L>for which we &s;o much contend,</L>
<L>When after Death we may be hurl'd,</L>
<L>where Mi&s;ery has no end?</L>
<L>Then while we are living and flouri&s;hing here,</L>
<L>O labour to keep your Con&s;ciences clear,</L>
<L>To part with this World then you need not to fear</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Hate Folly, de&s;perate Folly,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Death we all mu&s;t come to.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare <HI>and</HI> J. Back.</P>
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