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To gain a Rake he'll Drink, and Whore, and Rant;
T'engage a Puritan will Pray and Cant.
So Satan can in diff'ring Forms appear,
Or Radiant Light, or Gloomy Darkness wear.
Thrice he Blasphem'd, and thrice he frantick Swore
By ev'ry Terrible Infernal Pow'r;
Then wav'd his Staff, and said:
Tho N———'s Death has all our Measures broke,
Yet never will we bend to A———'s Yoke.
The glorious Revolution was in vain,
If Monarchy once more its Rights regain.
Let all be Chaos, and Confusion all,
E'er that damn'd Form of Government prevail.
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