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CANTO XII.
If Prerogatives be measur'd by the Plough,
Liberties by the Scepter, we shall have Priviledges enough.
When the King and Subjects meet,
The Scepter shall the Spade greet,
But not jussle for the Wall in the Street.
Trust a brave Princes Word.
More than the Pummel of Scanderbeg's Sword.
How's this? Malum est Posse malum?
Fetch a Cup of Alum Stalum,
The Schoolmens Wits use to fail 'um.
An Old man shall ne're be an Ass,
So long as Non senescit Veritas.
The King ne're dies, that's Reason,
The Crown extinguishes Treason.
Nullum Tempus occurrit Regi,
Omne malum contrarium Legi.
Who prompted the dull Monk with the Epithite Ve∣nerabilis,
Of Bede's Epitaph, or who made first Aqua Mira∣bilis?
I was cut out for a Witch ab Incunabilis,
I was not born to rake Dung in Stabulis.
'Twas I that taught Bertholdus Swart,
The Invention of Gunners Art.
For which all Souldiers should take my part,
It was by letting of a Rowzing Fart.
It made the Coward Scholar start,
When his Lamp was out, it frighted him to the Heart.