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The Publique Faith.
STand off my Masters: Tis your pence a piece,
Jason, Medea, and the golden Fleece;
What side the line good Sir? Tigris? or Po?
Lybia? Japan? Whisk? or Tradinktido?
St. Kits? St. Omer? or St. Margaret's Bay?
Presto begon? or come aloft? what way?
Doublets? or Knap? the Cog? low Dice? or high?
By all the hard names in the Letany,
Bell, book and candle, and the Pope's great toe
I conjuṙe thy account: Devil say no.
Nay since I must untruss, gallants look to't
Keep ••our prodigious distance, forty foot,
This is that Beast of eyes in th' Revelations,
The Basilisk has twisted up three Nations.
Ponteus Hixius doxius, full of tricks,
The Lottery of the vulgar lunaticks.
The Knapsack of the State, the thing you wish,
Magog and Gog stewd in a Chaffendish.
A bag of spoons and whistles, wherein men
May whistle when they see their Plate agen.