LEX TALIONIS:
OR,
LONDON
REVIVED.
To the Tune of, Prethy friend leave off this thinking.
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THe Cavaliers are vanquish'd quite,
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The King took from that wicked train,
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That would deprive him of his rights,
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And bring in Popery again:
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The Army and the Parliament,
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Must now dispute what Government
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Shall be establish'd in this Nation,
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Protestants are out of date,
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Where is that glorious Reformation
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We contested for of late?
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Not having forme nor order now,
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We would serve God if we knew how.
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The Papist and the Protestant
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The Round-head and the Cavalier
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Can neither act nor yet prevent
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Those dangers which doe now appeare:
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The Presbyter and Independent,
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Now are Plaintiffe and Defendant.
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The Parliament gave a Commission,
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To their Troops to ketch their King,
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Not limiting on what condition,
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So they alive or dead did bring:
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But now they have him none do know
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How they his person shall bestow.
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The Countrey can no longer beare,
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The City which this War fomented,
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Must with their neighbours sufferings have,
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And at their losses be contented:
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The Apprentices next Tuesday may
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Conclude a peace to crown their day.
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The Londoners will fetch their King,
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The Parliament proclaim'd it so,
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Sir Thomas would him fain home bring,
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From whence do these distractions grow?
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How come the holy Brethren
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Thus erre, alas they are but men?
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This Citie who advanced High,
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A Parliament above their God,
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Like dust into their faces fly,
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And for themselves have made a Rod
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They covenanted to mayntain
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What priviledge they now disdain.
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The King who once did rule Supream,
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Gave power to a Parliament
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To settle things, but they have clean
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Depriv'd him of his government:
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He put a Sword into their hands
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For which his life in danger stands.
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Such power the States gave to Sir Thomas,
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Still presuming he would be
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Their servant, and perform his promise
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To serve his Majestie:
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But he requites them in each thing,
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As they before have serv'd the King.
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And thus you see the Heavens were just
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Who renders every one his due,
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He that deceives his Masters trust,
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Shall never finde a servant true:
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Let each one learn from hence to doe,
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Even as you would be done unto.
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