THE NEW LETANY.
FRom a senseless Mayor not fit to rule Hoggs,
From such as obey him like Spaniel Doggs,
From Summers heat, and Winters foggs,
Libera nos Domine.
From a City that lyes on his back to be gelt,
From such as won't stir till famine be felt,
From the gun, the pike, the sword, and the belt,
Libera nos Domine.
From the Anabaptists, and shivering Quakers,
From such as Rule us like bow-legged Bakers,
From those that undo us, yet are good Law-makers,
Libera nos Domine.
From being taken in a disguise,
From Sir
George Booth, and his
Cheshire lyes,
From such as brought hither that devil, Excize,
Libera nos Domine.
From dissembling Presbyters, and their plots,
From
English forty times worser than
Scots,
From those that for our Estates cast lots,
Libera nos Domine.
From such as learnedly tell us of fights,
And eke of their Valour like Errant Knights,
But from a Battel will run like sprites,
Libera nos Domine.
From such as in Drink rout Men and Horse too,
From those that can prate, yet nothing dare do,
From a ranting, swearing, drunken crew,
Libera nos Domine.
From the City
Militia that stares like
Hectors,
From such as are the State Projectors,
From Taxes, Red-coats, and Collectors,
Libera nos Domine.
From such as wound us with their Tongues,
From the
Anabaptists poysonous Lungs,
Those Beasts that would cast our Bells into Guns,
Libera nos Domine.
From Goldsmiths-hall Chairman and Committee,
From the luke-warmness of a perjured City,
From Sequestrators that nere knew pity,
Libera nos Domine.
From such as value their Trades, not Religion,
From those that believe every ignorant Widgion,
Hate Kings, yet love the
Mahometan Pidgeon,
Libera nos Domine.
From steelen
Heroes that rule us with rods,
From such as value not Mans Law, or Gods,
From those that have no more life than logs,
Libera nos Domine.
From empty Purses, and Cloathes that are rent,
From the
Publique Faith whose Credit is shent,
From
Olivers fiery Tenement,
Libera nos Domine.
From a Country Justice that looks very bigg,
From a
Chancery-suit, and a
Common-law jigg,
From the Earl of
Essex's Italian figg,
Libera nos Domine.
From dissembling
Sects and their gogle-Eyes,
From beleeving of the Printed Lyes,
From Rogues and from Re-publique Spyes,
Libera nos Domine.
From sucu as can run, yet are counterfeit Creeples,
From those that threaten to pull down Steeples,
From such as stand by as dull as Beetles,
Libera nos Domine.