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And the Lord departed from If---l, and behold he Went a whoring after his own Invention, until his Abominable Iniquiry was found out. ASSIST me, Muse, the man to paint, Who whilom was an outside saint, And thought by many to inherit A double portion of the spirit. But Satan often will prevail O’er human Flesh that’s proud and frail; And when the pious go astray, The Devil’s in the fault, not they. When chosen Men assembled were, To stop the ravages of war, That all histolities might cease, By a fixt, firm and lasting peace; Attended, here our hero came, In hopes to eternize his Name; And ever found of pompt and show, Usurps the place of Plenipoe. This was not right, and that was wrong, In one opinion never long; He all their measures so perplext, They knew not what they should do next; So ‘mongst the sons of God of old, The Devil came, as we are told. At length a pregnant Squaw he spies, Which made his lustful passions rise; Fain, very fain he would be at her, And now his chops began to water: He quits the assembly on a sudden, (For hungry dogs love dirty pudding) My Love, my Dove! My fairest queen! Thy husband’s works are plainly seen, But yet, with reason I suppose, Thy child will never have a nose,
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12016-08-19T12:59:25-07:00Will Fenton82bf9011a953584cd702d069a30cbdb6ef90650aA Battle! A Battle! - 101A battle! A battle! A battle a squirt; where no man is kill'd, and no man is hurt! : To the tune of Three new blue beans, in a new blue blown bladder; rattle bladder rattle bladder! To which is added, The Quaker's address, versify'd; and King Wampum, or Harm watch harm catch. [Four lines of verse]2016-08-19T12:59:25-07:00Will Fenton82bf9011a953584cd702d069a30cbdb6ef90650a