The Norwich Loyal Litany

Defend us from all Popish Plots,
That so the People fray;
And eke also from Treacherous Scots,
As bad or worse then they.

From Parliaments long Rumps & Tails,
From House of Commons Furies,
Defend us eke from Protestant Flayls,
And Ignoramus Juries.

Protect us now, and evermore,
From a white Sheet and Proctor;
And from that Noble Peer brought o're
The Salamancha Doctor.

A Doctor with a Witness sure,
Both in his Rise and Fall:
His Exit almost as obscure
As his Original.

Designs and Dangers far Remove,
From this Distressed Nation,
And Damn' the Trayterous Model of
Bold Tony's Association.

And may the Prick-Ear'd Party that
Have Coin enough in Cupboard,
Forbear to Shiver an Estate,
And Splinters mount for Hobart.

From sixteen self-conceited Peers,
Protect our Soveraign still;
And from the Damn'd Petitioners,
For the Exclusive Bill.

Guard (Heaven) great Charles, & his Estate
'Gainst Tony upon Tony;
And from a House of Commons, that
Will give the King no Money.

From those that did design and laugh,
At Tangier in Distress;
And were Mahometans worse by half,
Then all the Moors of Fez.

From such as with Usurping hand,
Drive Princes to Extreams;
Confound all their Devices, and
Deliver Charles, and James.

But may the beauteous Youth come home,
And do the thing that's fit,
Or I must tell that Absalom,
He has more Hair then Wit.

May he be wise and soon expel
Th' old Fox, th' old Fawning Elf;
The time draws nigh Achitophel,
Shant need to hang himself,

This Jury I've Empanel'd here,
Of honest lines and true,
Vhom you'l I doubt at Westminster,
Find Ignoramus too.