Perjury Punish'd with equal Justice; Or,
Miles Prance
His Sorrowful Lamentation for his foul Offences.
In heart I grieve, you may believe,
was it to do again;
I'd ne'r agree, to Perjury,
nor any such like thing.
was it to do again;
I'd ne'r agree, to Perjury,
nor any such like thing.
Tune of, No Ignoramus Juries now, &c.
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All you that ſtandeth near me,
Pray liſten now, and hear me,
Tho’ falſe I Swore, I ne’r will more,
My Friends, you need not fear me.
No daring, nor baring
With any falſe declaring:
The Pillory’s my deſtiny,
⟨For my unlawful Swearing.⟩
Pray liſten now, and hear me,
Tho’ falſe I Swore, I ne’r will more,
My Friends, you need not fear me.
No daring, nor baring
With any falſe declaring:
The Pillory’s my deſtiny,
⟨For my unlawful Swearing.⟩
Good Fortune now refuſe me,
If I think they abuſe me;
I did confeſs, cou’d I do leſs?
My Conſcience did accuſe me.
No daring, nor baring
With any falſe declaring;
The Pillory’s my deſtiny,
⟨For my unlawful Swearing.⟩
If I think they abuſe me;
I did confeſs, cou’d I do leſs?
My Conſcience did accuſe me.
No daring, nor baring
With any falſe declaring;
The Pillory’s my deſtiny,
⟨For my unlawful Swearing.⟩
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I’de have you now believe me,
There’s ſomething ſtill does grieve me
I need not tell, you know full well,
My Touch-Stone did deceive me:
No daring, nor bearing
With any falſe declaring;
The Pillory’s my Deſtiny,
For my unlawful Swearing.
There’s ſomething ſtill does grieve me
I need not tell, you know full well,
My Touch-Stone did deceive me:
No daring, nor bearing
With any falſe declaring;
The Pillory’s my Deſtiny,
For my unlawful Swearing.
When Lords lay in the Tower,
Then to my utmoſt power,
The Loyali’ſt men; I ſwore agen,
That I might them devour:
No daring, &c.
Then to my utmoſt power,
The Loyali’ſt men; I ſwore agen,
That I might them devour:
No daring, &c.
Of this I now am weary,
For why I can’t be merry,
The Thoughts of Hill, torments me ſtill,
And ſo does Green and Berry,
No daring, &c.
For why I can’t be merry,
The Thoughts of Hill, torments me ſtill,
And ſo does Green and Berry,
No daring, &c.
My peace I have confounded,
And am in grief ſurrounded,
Their Blood I ſpilt, and now with guilt
My Conſcience I have wounded:
No daring, &c.
And am in grief ſurrounded,
Their Blood I ſpilt, and now with guilt
My Conſcience I have wounded:
No daring, &c.
Thus being diſcontented,
I bitterly lamented,
That hanious crime, but in due time,
In heart I have repented:
No daring, &c.
I bitterly lamented,
That hanious crime, but in due time,
In heart I have repented:
No daring, &c.
I ſend my mournful ditty,
Through e’ry Town and City,
Let me not fail, but now prevail,
To gain the Nations pitty:
No daring, &c.
Through e’ry Town and City,
Let me not fail, but now prevail,
To gain the Nations pitty:
No daring, &c.
My Conſcience waxing tender,
My ſelf I did ſurrender,
And did not ſpare for to declare,
I was a foul offender,
no daring, &c.
My ſelf I did ſurrender,
And did not ſpare for to declare,
I was a foul offender,
no daring, &c.
I’le be no ill retainer,
For why I am no gainer,
From Perjury I will live free,
And e’ry Miſdemeanour:
No daring, nor bearing
With any falſe declaring;
The Pillory’s my deſtiny,
for my unlawful Swearing.
For why I am no gainer,
From Perjury I will live free,
And e’ry Miſdemeanour:
No daring, nor bearing
With any falſe declaring;
The Pillory’s my deſtiny,
for my unlawful Swearing.
Finis.
This may be Printed, R. P.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in Guilt-Spur-Street.
