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R3299 1 NONE Greensleeves I Swear repeated Crosses make me mad, / And though ne'r Swore what was true before, Which no body can deny. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 64 1: 64 THE / POPES EVIDENCE / TO A / CARDINAL / One of His PRIVADO'S: / ABOUT THE / DELIVERANCE / OF THE / Earl of Shaftsbury / Out of the TOWER. THE POPE'S EVIDENCE TO A CARDINAL One of His PRIVADOS: ABOUT THE DELIVERANCE OF THE Earl of Shaftsbury Out of the TOWER. ?-? J. Smith

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POPE, I Swear repeated Crosses make me mad, And though ne'r Swore what was true before, Yet now to vex Hell, 'cause his luck's so bad, I'll Swear what's Truth, tho I Swear so no more. Which nobody can deny. Hang it! for once I will ingenious be, And round my Cardinal Lord in his ear; (But he must keep't with Oath of Secresie) Of what I'll swear, and what I will not Swear. Which nobody shall deny. I Swear our Wit and Power do now run dregs, Altho our Hogsheads full of Malice be; That our brave Plot should crouch 'tween Celiers legs, And dwindle now to a poor Perjury. Which nobody can deny. I will not Swear the Catholick Cause will stand In England till Doomes-day, and do it harm, Since the Supporters of it in that Land Are a poor, wretched, hungry, louzy Swarm. Which nobody can deny.
I Swear that we were all as dull as Loggs, Blinder than Biggots, that adore the same; That we sent o're so many Irish Dogs, When others would have better ply'd their Game. Which nobody can deny. Hang a poor, zealous, superstitious Fool, That must have Conscience go his murth'rous way; I Swear that a Church Atheist is a Tool Will do our business better far than they. Which nobody can deny. A Tory Tribe shall Swear and Damn you ever, And run your Eyes down, that the Day is Night. Would our poor Rogues would swear but half so clever, As Thompson, Rawlins and Le Strange do write. Which nobody can deny. I Swear the Methods that we took were good; To hang up Hereticks by their own Laws; And without shedding of dear Cath'licks bloud, We might assert and build the Cath'lick Cause. Which nobody should deny.
This I will swear, we shall well play our parts, If we can get the Rogues but to compound; Grind them, until they be glad at their hearts To part Stakes, and we stand on even ground. This nobody should deny. Yet I'le not swear, (for that my fear indites) But when that King and Parliament agree; (Oh!) that all things shall then be set to rights, Then Popelings Miserere Domine; Which nobody can deny. I swear that London is Heretical, And damnably believe in Doctor Oats; They use their Reason in their Common Hall, And chuse good Officers to save their Throats. Which nobody can deny. And they that chuse good Sheriffs are Rebels, Whigs; But I'le not swear that they are so that do it, Although the Damme Blades with huffing Wigs, With brass enough do every where avow it. Which nobody can deny. Hence 'tis, I swear, that we are never blest In any of our Plots, but all do shame us; For all the Juries are of late possest With the curst cross-grain'd Spirit Ignoramus. Which nobody can deny. Thou Heretick Ignoramus, why doest range? Thou should'st have Inquisition without pity: Why, would'st thou leave the Lawyers, and Le Strange, And creep among the Trades-men of the City? Which none of them shall deny. Thou Mass of Sin, of Treason and Rebellion, Of Heresie, the Spell that Witches dandle; I swear that each unholy Popish Stallion Shall curse thee Igno. with Bell, Book and Candle. Which nobody can deny. I swear those Sheriffs by us are thought stark nought, Who do in the nick of this blessed season Chuse honest Juries, that won't be aw'd, or bought, But spight of us will use their Conscience, Reason. Which none of us can deny.
I will not swear, but we had the good will To lowre a little, little Shaftsbury; He always has been, is, and will be still, Next, under God, our greatest Enemy. Which nobody can deny. I swear had Heaven but let us took him off, Some thousands more Heretical Heads had danc'd Off of their shoulders, whilst all we should laugh To see the Hereticks so fast advanc'd. Which nobody can deny. I will not swear, though Shaftsbury was dead, But Cadmus Corn would rise up from his Grave: However, could we have his Politick Head As useless as his Legs, it would be brave. Which nobody can deny. Malicious spightful hate does urge him sore, Though I dare swear he ne're deserv'd the thing; For never man did for his Country more, And never man more truly lov'd his King. Which nobody can deny. Ile not swear; but he may hereafter grow In favour with Great Charles; but if he'l miss; This Ile affirm, and swear unto it too, That it will be his Enemies fault, not his. Which nobody shall deny. Shaftsbury loves his Prince: none dare gain-say: Oh but he serves his God and Country too; This I will swear, let all his Foes say nay, 'Tis the best love he to his Prince can show. Which nobody can deny. I will not swear, but Shaftsbury may be Reserv'd by Heavens kind hand to make Charles great, The English Nation happy, and to see Us and our Gang have absolute defeat. Which nobody shall deny. This I will swear, he is, unto our grief, At last delivered from a tedious Jail: Thus Heaven still sends to the oppress'd relief, And Innocence and Truth at last prevail. Which nobody can deny.
FINIS. London, Printed for J. Smith, 1681.