I FROM a Ruler that's a curse, And a Government that's worse; From a Prince that rules by awe, Whose tyrannic will 's his Law; From an armed Council board, And a sceptre that's a sword, @3Libera nos@1, etc. II From a Kingdom, that from health Sickens to a Commonwealth; From such Peers as stain their blood, And are neither wise; nor good; From a Gentry steept in pots, From unkennellers of plots, @3Libera nos@1, etc. III From a Church without Divines, And a Presbyter that whines; From John Calvin, and his pupils, From a sentence without scruples, From a Clergy without letters, And a Free-State bound in fetters, @3Libera nos@1, etc. IV From the bustle of the Town, And the knavish tribe o' th' Gown, From long bills where we are debtors, From Bum-Bailiffs, and their Setters, From the tedious City lectures, And Thanksgivings for Protectors, @3Libera nos@1, etc. V From ill victuals when we dine, And a tavern with ill wine; From vile smoke in a short pipe, And a Landlord that will gripe, From long reck'nings, and a wench That claps in English; or in French, @3Libera nos@1, etc. VI From demesnes whose barren soil Ne'er produc'd the barley oil; From a friend for nothing fit, That nor courage has, nor wit; From all liars, and from those Who write nonsense Verse; or Prose, @3Libera nos@1, etc. VII From a virgin that's no maid, From a kicking, stumbling jade, From false servants, and a scold, From all women that are old, From loud tongues that never lie, And from a domestic spy; @3Libera nos@1, etc. VIII From a domineering Spouse, From a smoky, dirty house, From foul linen, and the noise Of young children, girls or boys, From ill beds, and full of fleas, From a wife with essences; @3Libera nos@1, etc. IX From trepans of wicked men, From the Interest of Ten, From Rebellion, and the sense Of a wounded conscience; Lastly, from the Poet's evil, From His highness, and the Devil, @3Libera nos@1, etc. |