A New PROPHECY OF Several strange and wonderful Revolutions that shall happen to the Kingdom of ENGLAND in or about an Hundred Years hence.
To a New Playhouse Tune.
I.
ALL you that can find
Ears, and you that have
None,
(But not to mistake me, I mean that have
One)
Come listen awhile, and l'le tell you a Tale
Which with
Jugler's Knot, you shall have by Retail;
And therefore I hope it will not give Offence,
Since they're all to be over an Hundred Years hence.
II.
With drooping
Whitefryers we then shall begin,
Where
Wit now does multiply as does their
Sin;
For 'tis so increas'd that We never can fail
Of a
Dozen of Wits, for a
Doz'n of Ale.
By the Votes it is plain that they must pack thence,
And that long before Half an hundred Years hence.
III.
To
Lewis le Grand we now find ev'ry Widgeon
From cheating all Mankind, to fly for Religion;
All Martyrs they'll bellow,
Alsatia's their own,
And they will get them both when
James gets a Crown;
All Which, if we live, we shall see to commence
But a few days before an Hundred Years hence.
IV.
But I doubt long before they'll all be forgotten,
And
James with his
Beggarly Crew will lie rotten;
And such
Popish Kittens we vow to restore,
When
Poets and
Jacobites nere shall be
Poor;
All this and much more will appear to our Sense,
If ever it comes tis an Hundred Years hence.
V.
Our
Taxes are great, but they may save our Throats,
Or from
Lewis who makes'em pay for their
Coats,
Or
damnable Rome that we may not adore,
Who piously forces
Excise for a
Whore;
Our Money we'll give for our Noble Defence,
That we may be Happy an Hundred Years hence.
VI.
We
Children will get then, and pay for their
Heads,
That they may not be
damn'd for handling of
Beads;
We'll turn up our
Doxies, and
Soldiers procure,
That the
Bald-pated Tribe we may not endure;
We'll deal with our
Damsels that we may from thence
Have Broods
that will stand to't an Hundred Years hence.
VII.
We this will perform, and
now pay for the Work
To keep out the
Devil, the
Pope and the
Turk,
That
Jemmy the Elder may never reign more,
Or
Jemmy the Younger may never come o're;
All which to prevent, our Pounds, Shillings and Pence,
Shall willingly fly till an Hundred Years hence.
VIII.
But—
Room for Cuckolds without any
Jest-O,
Advance
Pater Patria with Manifesto,
Which had better instead of
Count Dada's Tarse,
Have serv'd to wipe
Sacred Modena's
Arse,
From whence daily
issues such choice
Frankincense,
As may give an Hogo
an Hundred Years hence.
IX.
Our
Halls stusst with
Monks, and our
Towns lose their Charters,
And
Rome once again shall set up her Head Quarters;
In
Smithfield once more at the Stake we shall burn,
And
Berwick and
Peters shall make a Return,
Dragoon'd
we shall be out of Cash
and our Sence,
By th' Bastards beyond Sea
, an Hundred Years hence.
X.
We to
Faux and th' glorious
Raviliac shall pray,
And
England be bless'd with a
Saint for
each day,
When
Sir John and
Sir William's great Fame amount
In
Red Letters by the
Gregorian Account;
When
St. Pauls shall be chang'd to
St. Peters Immense,
No doubt this will happen an Hundred Years hence.
XI.
With a Glass of rich
Burdeux, or a Cup of
Nantz,
We shortly from thence will supply all our Wants;
All this I predict without help of a Star,
By a
General Peace, or a
General War:
This
WILLIAM secures us in the
Present Tense,
That we mayn't be Bug-beard an Hundred Years hence.
FINIS.
LONDON Printed, and Sold by John Mayos at the Golden Cross in Thames-street near Queenhithe: 1697.