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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"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/B27106.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2024.
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The ORANGE.
I.
GOOD People I pray,Throw the Orange away,'Tis a very sowre Fruit, and was first brought in play,When good Judith Wilk,In her Pocket brought Milk,And with Cushins and Warming-pans labour'd to bilkThis same Orange.
II.
When the Army retreats,And the Parliament sits,To Vote our K— the true use of his Wits:Twill be a sad means,VVhen all he obtains,Is to have his Calves-head dress'd with other mens BrainsAnd an Orange'
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III.
The sins of his Youth,Made him think of one Truth,VVhen he spawl'd from his Lungs, and bled twice at the mouth,That your fresh sort of food,Does his Carkass more good,And the damn'd thing that Cur'd his putrify'd bloodWas an Orange.
IV.
This hopeful young Son,Is surely his own,Because from an O— it cry'd to be gone;But the Hereticks say,He was got by D—For neither K— nor the Nuncio dare stayNear an Orange.
V.
Since Lewis was Cut,From his Breech to the Gut,France fancies an Open-arse delicate Fruit,We wiser than so,Have two strings to our Bow,For we've a good — that's an Open-arse too,And an Orange.
VI.
Till Nanny writ much,To the Rebels the D—Her Mother, good Woman, ne'r ow'd her a grutch,And the box of the Ear,Made the matter appear,That the only foul savour the Q— could not bearWas an Orange.
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VII.
An honest Old Peer,That forsook God last year,Pull'd off all his Plaisters, and Arm'd for the War;But his Arms would not do,And his Aches throbb'd,That he wish'd his own Pox and his M—s tooOn an Orange.
VIII.
Old Tyburn must groan,For Jeffreys is knownTo have Perjur'd his Conscience to marry his Son;And D — s CauseWill be try'd by Just Laws,And H — t must taste a most damnable Sauce,With an Orange.
IX.
Lob, Pen, and a scoreOf those honest men more,VVill find this same Orange exceedingly sowre;The Q— to be seiz'd,VVill be very ill pleas'd,And so will K. P —, too dry to be squeez'dBy an Orange
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