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The third Part.
The Plot is vanish'd like to a bashful Sprite,
Which with false flashes, ••ools could only fright.
The wise, (whose clearer Souls can penetrate,)
Find's shadows drawn before Intrigues of State.
God bless our King, the Church, and Nation too,
Whilst perjur'd Villains have what is their due.
I.
THe Presbyter has been so active of late,
To twist himself into the Myster of State,
Giving Birth to a Plot to amuse the dark World,
'Till into Confusion three Kingdoms are hurl'd;
It is so long since,
He Murther'd his Prince,
That the unwary Rabble he hopes to convince,
With Jingling words that bears little sence,
Deluding them with Religious pretence.
II.
Their Scribling Poet is such a dull Sot,
To blame the poor Devil for hatching the Plot;
The Murther o'th' King, with many things more,
He falsly would put on the Jesuits score:
When all that have Eyes,
Be they foolish, or wise,