The muses farewel to popery & slavery, or, A collection of miscellany poems, satyrs, songs, &c. made by the most eminent wits of the nation, as the shams, intreagues, and plots of priests and Jesuits gave occasion.

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The muses farewel to popery & slavery, or, A collection of miscellany poems, satyrs, songs, &c. made by the most eminent wits of the nation, as the shams, intreagues, and plots of priests and Jesuits gave occasion.
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London :: Printed for S. Burgess ...,
1690.
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Advice to the Prince of Orange, and the Packet-Boat returned.

Adv.
THE year of wonder now is come, A Jubilee proclaim at Rome; The Church has pregnant made the Womb.
Pac.
No more of the admired year, No more of Jubilee declare; All Trees that blossom do not bear.
Adv.
Orange give o're your hopes of Crowns, And yield to France the Belgick Towns; And keep your Fleet out of the Downs.
Pac.
We'll wait for Crowns, not Interest quit, Let Lewis take what he can get; And do not you proscribe our Fleet.
Adv.
Ye talk of Eighty Men of War, Well Rigg'd and Mann'd you say they are; 'Twas joyful News when it came here.
Pac.
Well may the sound of Eighty Sail, Make England's greatest Courage fail; When half the number will prevail.

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Adv.
But we have some upon the Stocks, And others laid up in our Docks; Well fitted out, would match your Cocks.
Pac.
Tack not as if you'd match our Cocks, And Launch your few Ships on the Stocks; And if you can, secure your Docks.
Adv.
Besides, we've call'd our Subjects home, Which in your Fleet and Army rome, But you, they say, won't let them come.
Pac.
Your Subjects, in our Camp and Fleet, Whom you with Proclamation greet, Will all obey, when they think fit.
Adv.
Souldiers and Seamen both we need, Old England's quite out of the breed; Feather and Scarf won't do the deed.
Pac.
Of Men and Arms never despair, The Civiliz'd wild Irish are Couragious even to Massacre.
Adv.
Now, if you'd be Victorious made, Like us, on Hounslow Masquerade; Advance your Honour, and your Trade.
Pac.
Then take this Counsel back again, Leave off to mimick in Campaign, And fight in earnest on the Main.
Adv.
Buda we storm'd, and took't with ease; Do you the same upon the Seas, And then we'll meet you when you please.
Pac.
The storming Buda does declare, That you the glorious Off-spring are, Of them that made all Europe fear:
Adv.
Such Warlike Actions will at least Inspire each neighbouring Monarchs breast, Till Lewis shall compleat the rest.

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Pac.
Such Camp, such Siege, and such sham Shews, Make each small State your power oppose, And Lewis lead you by the Nose.
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